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littlepuppers · 5 months ago

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i really want to go camping. just a nice, solo camping trip to relax and have time to myself :)

I’d wake up and make breakfast, hike up to a different spot, start a fire and forage for a bit, draw or carve something, and setup camp for the night.

i have one pair of pjs with me and my sleeping bag for the night because i don’t have to worry about anyone judging what i wear or asking me for a spare blanket. So i packed just a pair of booty shorts and a smallish tank top. it’s just basic undergarments, nothing fancy, and i would be pretty embarrassed if anyone knew i wore these drabby clothes to sleep.

after i make a cup of sleepytime tea and wait for the fire to die out, i snuggle up in my sleeping bag. it’s a bit chillier tonight but i don’t have any other clothes to wear on top of this since i only brought my pjs and my stinky hiking clothes.

whatever. i drift off to sleep and dream of watching shooting stars falling around me, so pretty. as they crash onto the ground around me i feel the heat from them on my skin. it’s getting warmer, but i also really feel it on my cheeks. like i’m flushed or blushing. i watch the stars spark into flames and die out into embers.

animals start to surround me. deer, rabbits, foxes, and coyotes. they all come up around me and start sniffing my face and body. they start licking my face and neck, i giggle trying to push them away, it tickles. one of the coyotes that’s licking my stomach starts traveling down toward the hem of my shorts. woahhh haha, watch out buddy, i tell him.

Obviously not understanding english, he nudges his snout under the hem and takes a lick on my parts. i push his head away harshly and sit up. Immediately im pushed back down by the other animals and a huge buck comes and steps on my hair and arms so i can’t move.

i know this is a dream but how am i not waking up already???

a rabbit comes and starts pulling my shorts down, the coyote comes back and nudges his snout between my legs, i scream and try to close them but he turns and bites one. fuck, that felt real.

He goes back and starts licking, hesitant at first, just seeing how it tastes i guess. since foraging and meal prepping the smart and healthy way, ive only packed like fruit and stuff so obviously it probably tastes like really fucking good. at least that’s all i can assume from him diving in, licking deeper and deeper. fuck her tongue is fucking huge. it goes in and out fluidly. the slick sounds filling the air along with my whimpers and the other animals breathing and chirping and whining.

i feel it building up in my tummy, something molten. fuck, this is the weirdest wet dream i’ve ever had.

all of the sudden, his tongue dives insanely deep and curls into one of my spots. I wake up with a gasp and shaking through an orgasm. letting out a loud screaming moan, my eyes shoot open as i feel it curl inside me again.

WHAT THE FUCK

a tall dark figure is above me, my sleeping bag is unzipped and this persons hand is between my legs, his fingers curl inside me again. i scream, grabbing his arm and trying to push him away and get his fingers out. he plunges them deeper and uses his other hand to wrap around my neck and push it to the ground, holding it there.

i try to scream but can’t with my minimal airway, so i struggle and whimper, squeezing and trying to tear his arm away from my neck but it won’t budge. his fingers are still thrusting in and out of me, sometimes slowing down to explore and prod at my spots. i really cant help but shiver from the stimulation and orgasm from earlier. but who the fuck is the guy and how did he get in here and find me?!?

he finally speaks, moving his fingers to slip out a bit. “you weren’t this wet the whole time darlin’, my friend had to help you out to start, could barely get him off’a you. but i can’t blame him…” the dark figure takes his fingers out slowly with a shhlickkk sound, putting them up to his mouth, “…because you sure do taste fucking heavenly.” he leans to the side so i can see behind him something moves, a fucking dog. what the fuck. i thrash and whimper. “don’t fucking move. he bit you once, he’ll do it again.” I freeze, the bite, the dream, fuck it was all real.

the dog starts whining and tries to come up to me but the man pushes him back. he pushes his fingers back into me and starts moving them again, fuck i’m so overstimulated it almost hurts. “fuck, he’s eager. do u mind if he goes for a second course?” “fuck you,” i strain out. he opens my legs barely and the dog jumps over me sniffing and licking as deep inside as he was in the dream. fuckkk this is horrible i could get a disease or something, he needs to stop licking at my fucking spots it’s really too much.

the pressure starts building again. oh no, no no no no. please god i can fucking cum on a dogs tongue. opposing to my thoughts, my body gets closer and closer and- he stops. i freeze and tears start flowing from my eyes. from relief his contact from me is gone and because my body is so worn out now.

SHITT, something scrapes at my hips, the dogs paws, what the fuck is going on?? “sorry darling, he needs a little help, do you mind?” the man takes the pillow out from under my head and harshly lifts my hips, placing it underneath. he takes his hand off my throat finally, i gasp for air and can barely speak through my damaged vocal chords, “fuck you asshole.” “uhh yeahhhh i won’t, but he’s about to.” he nudges the dog forward. the man stuffs my shorts into my mouth so i can’t scream. how the fuck is this happening.

the dog immediately scratches at my hips again and starts rutting his hips toward me. FUCK NO. i thrash around but feel something poke my neck. it’s the man holding my wood carving knife i. his hand against my neck. “move, and I’ll fucking slit your throat.” tear start flowing from my eyes. how did i ever get in this position. i feel something scortching start to poke at my entrance, fuck please no please please please no…

the dog edges toward me more and suddenly plowing himself so deep inside me, how the fuck did i think doggy dicks were small??? this feels fucking huge, it fucking hurts. he’s thrusting in and out and an inhumane pace. his huge red doggy part pushes every single one of my spots and i can’t think anymore, i can’t even move. it’s like he’s going through me i can almost feel it in my stomach. he starts growling and i feel it get bigger. no way, this dog is not gonna knot me. please god. he can’t fit it in thank god.

“aw cmon buster, you can do better than that,” the mysterious man says before pushing the dogs backside against me and i feel it force inside me FUCK.

fuck that’s huge, i can’t fucking move because i think im gonna break. help please someone help me god…

i feel it. the flooding of molten liquid filling me. all i can do is whine through this soaked through fabric. i’m such an idiot for getting myself in this stupid situation, for not bringing a gun, im so stupid. there’s nothing i can do now except stay still while this dogs huge knot presses on my spot and his cum dumps into my cervix. i feel it dripping out. all over my sleeping bag and the floor of the tent. “how’d that feel hun? seems buster loved it, did you?” he takes his finger and wipes from the base of the dogs cock, bringing the liquid up to my mouth and smearing it all over my lips. i feel it leak down into my mouth and i’m utterly repulsed.

the dog breaks away with a POP and my legs and hips and whole body goes lax. the man chuckles and puts his hand down there again. oh no please don’t, and he doesn’t. instead, he scoops up the dogs cum and pushes it back into me. “good girl keep it in ok? the scent of it will help him track you down again.” i groan weakly and my vision begins to go blurry. the last thing i see is him throwing a stick outside the tent and the stupid dog running off after it to fetch.

fuck camping.

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bcksbarnes · 2 months ago

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between a dream

pairing: tws!bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky barnes has just found out his entire life has been a lie. that his life as the winter solider has been nothing but mind control. instead of running off after his fight with steve, he returns to the avengers tower where he trusts no one. everyone takes turn on watch, and this time it's yours.

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a/n: based this on request from anonymous!

the winter solider was not a man. he was not capable of forming his own thoughts or having feelings. he was a killing machine that was able to be turned on and off at any moment, bringing only death and destruction wherever he went. that was until he heard one word, one name. bucky. that moment altered something in his brain, a voice in the back of his head coming to life. it sounded like his own. the winter solider was not sure he had ever heard his own voice in his head before.

he had learned very quickly, and against his will, that he was once a man named james ‘bucky’ barnes. that he used to be a solider from a different time. that he had a life that was taken away from him. that he has been used as a weapon. and that he should be dead.

the man he had once thought was his target, steve rogers, was actually his friend in the life he no longer knew. the one he couldn’t remember.

and now as he sat in this tower over looking the city skyline, all he could think about was that there was no one to be trusted. sure, maybe steve, but he wasn’t even in the right frame of mind to distinguish if this was still some trap – some lie.

“he’s been sitting like that for two days.” sam says as you and steve approach. everyone has been taking turns keeping watch of him since he and steve returned from their fight near the river. first nat, then sam, now it would be your turn. “he hasn’t eaten or slept.”

“i don’t blame him.” you mumble as your arms cross over your chest, watching the back of bucky’s head. “he just found out his entire life has been a lie. he’s been used a killing machine for the last 70 years.” you try to keep your voice low so that he can’t hear you, but you watch as he tilts his head back and forth a bit, the memories filling his mind.

“let me go introduce you.” steve’s voice is soft, as he places a hand on your elbow guiding you over to where bucky was sitting. once you approach his chair, you take a step back keeping your distance while steve goes to speak to him.

“hey, buck.” he says, bucky wincing a bit at the name, obviously not used to it yet. “sam’s going to be heading out of here in a few minutes. i wanted to introduce you to another team member.”

bucky’s head turns to the side to look at steve, his eyes raking over the man. you can tell he’s trying to figure out if steve in that moment is a threat to him, his body rigid as he asses. you can’t imagine the amount of stress he’s under, how his brain must be on fire with trying to discern between realities.

he soon looks over at you, his stare is hard as the two of you make eye contact. you’re not scared of him, and you know you could disarm him in a moment despite the difference in size between the two of you, but there’s something in his gaze that feels so disconnected from the world – from emotion. steve introduces you, saying your name a few times as he gives bucky the same rundown as he had with both natasha and sam, trying to reiterate that they were here to help – not hurt.

bucky doesn’t respond, he didn’t the first two times either, his gaze moves back over to steve and he continues to frown, wanting to be done with this conversation, wishing the screaming in his head would stop.

once steve wraps up his rundown he looks over at you, giving a firm nod before he walks out of the room, beginning your time on the clock to keep watch of this man, while they figure out how best to move forward.

nothing really happens for the first few hours, bucky shifts slightly in his chair a few times, you lead him to the bathroom once or twice, and your phone buzzes with some texts from steve checking in, but overall nothing worth noting.

you can see the dark circles under bucky’s eyes as you sit a few seats away from him. you feel bad for him to some extent. he had done bad things, sure, but you couldn’t imagine the pain he was going through. the sun begins to set and you hear a loud sigh leave his lips, it makes you wonder what’s going on in his head.

he hasn’t eaten.

sam’s voice rings through your head and you realize it’s probably best to get bucky some food.

“hey.” you say, getting his attention, his head slowly rolling to the side to look at you. “what do you want to eat?”

bucky’s eyes graze over you for a moment, you can see him making a mental note that you are a threat to him and that no one right now is safe. he makes no attempts to respond before he rolls his head back to continue staring into space.

“o...kay.” you mumble to yourself, taking out your phone and making a few arrangements to have food sent up for him.

it doesn’t take long for someone to arrive, pushing a cart filled with food, you jump off your chair to thank them before grabbing the plate and moving it over to a table where bucky could sit.

you don’t realize he’s watching you until you turn back around, your head nodding over to the table and he stands. he’s much taller than you had anticipated, your eyes taking in the size of him as his metal arm shines brightly even with the dim lights in the tower. he sits down and waits for you to sit across from him.

“i guess they sent over ...” you eye his plate for a moment. “salmon.” the face you make after the word is one of pure disgust – a food you hated with every fiber of your being, you didn’t envy that he had to eat it.

but, he makes no attempts to reach for his fork or knife, his hands curled into fists as they rest at the table, his eyes watching you intently.

“do you not like salmon?” you ask, trying to coax even an answer out of him, but he doesn’t budge. it takes you a moment before you put two and two together – the most obvious reason of all as to why he’s not eating. “steve wouldn’t poison you.”

he grunts in response, his fists tightening a bit as his eyes move down to the food then back up at you. it’s hard to understand what could possibly be going through his mind, what horrors he’s had to endure and the false reality that he was placed into for all those years.

“steve wouldn’t poison you, bucky.” you say again, trying to reiterate the point as much as you possibly could, your words holding so much weight to anyone but it falls flat with him.

“i don’t know steve.” his words send a chill through your spine, his voice is deep and hallow, lacking any emotion, but, to be fair, he’s not wrong. “i don’t know you.”

“fine. i’ll prove it to you then.” your words come out faster than your brain has a chance to stop you. standing up from your seat, your chair pushing back as you do so, you lean across and grab his fork, hands shaking slightly as you grab a piece of the salmon.

you regret doing it almost immediately, you can feel the weight of his gaze on you as he watches you bring the fork to your mouth. it’s fishy and pink and the bile is rising in your throat just at the smell of it, but you know you have to do this. to earn some sort of trust. if steve was here, he’d do anything to prove to bucky, so you had to show him you were just as capable of proving this as well.

taking the bite your body wants to reject it almost immediately as you chew, but you manage to get it down, taking a long sip of your water once it’s been swallowed to try and get the taste out of your mouth. horrible. terrible. disgusting. if he didn’t eat the salmon now, then you’d definitely kill him.

a beat of silence passes between the two of you as stare at each other. bucky moves his hand, grabbing his fork back from you and moving to take a bite of the food, having an easier time choking it down than you do.

there it was. something. maybe not trust yet, maybe just a spark of the idea.

you sit down across from him again, shaking your head as you try not to imagine eating anymore of the food, the idea of it sending a shiver down your spine as you continue to watch silently.

“thanks.” he manages to say between bites, his eyes on the food in front of him.

“yeah, don’t mention it.” you quip back, your voice flat before letting out a dry cough.

it’s once he’s finished with his food that he pushes his body back against the chair, sinking into it slightly, his flesh and metal hand grip the arms tightly. the tension in the room is palpable at this point and you know bucky can feel it too.

“how long have you known steve?” his voice is gruff as it comes out, and you’re surprised he’s willing to talk to you, let alone ask questions.

“two years.” you respond. “since they found him in the ice.” you remember that day vividly, watching as they brought him in for evaluation, making their plans to slowly acclimate him to the real world, which in true steve rogers fashion did not work. you had been assigned to his team ever since. “i was one of his first recruits on the team. sam was next, nat is just a friend.”

bucky nods at that, his long hair falling in front of his face as he takes in your words.

“has he always been ...” he looks over in the direction of the door that steve had walked out of hours ago. “like that?”

you let out a small laugh, shaking your head a bit at his question – you knew exactly what he was talking about. steve, while he had everyone’s best interest in mind, was a bit overbearing, always over explaining everything and a bit ... self absorbed. it was the hero complex.

“yes.” you nod, a small smirk on your face as your gaze catches bucky’s again. his eyes are tired, not as guarded as they were a few minutes ago – softer. “he means well, but he can be a little ...” you trail off, but bucky nods his head understanding where that was going.

bucky lets out a long sigh, his eyes closing for a moment as you can see his hands gripping the chair tighter, the knuckles on his flesh hand white.

“i hate that he looks at me like that.” he admits through gritted teeth. “like i’m supposed to just remember everything that happened. there’s ... bits and pieces, but i don’t know him. i barely remember myself. he doesn’t understand.”

“he doesn’t expect you to remember anything.” you add in after a few long moments of silence. “it might feel like he does, but he doesn’t. he’s just excited to have his friend back.” your eyes trail over his face. “a version of his friend.”

bucky’s grip loosens on the chair, a deep breath leaving his nostrils as he moves to stand from the table. you watch as he makes his way back to where he was sitting before, his head lolling back onto the chair as he stares up at the ceiling.

and he stays like that for the remainder of the night. his shoulders aren’t as tense as when you had first arrived, he turns to look at you when you ask him a question and he even manages to gruff out an answer.

by the time morning comes, steve is there bright and early, ready to release you of your duties as it was now his turn to keep watch over bucky.

“hey.” he says, startling you a bit as you and bucky both turn to look at him. “how’d it go?”

“good.” you nod, standing up and straightening your posture. “he ate late last night, he’s feeling a bit ... overwhelmed.” you keep your voice low so bucky couldn’t hear you. “give him some space. don’t ask so many questions.”

you felt suddenly protective over bucky, the need to make sure he felt comfortable as he navigated his way through this new beginning was blooming in your chest. and as you turn around to see him one last time, you swear you seem some sadness in his eyes. you pat steve on the shoulder as you walk past him, finally being relieved of your time. though you’d never admit out loud you’d be counting down the hours until it was your turn on watch bucky again.

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yanderenightmare · 5 months ago

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♡ TW: hybrid au, bullying, harassment

♡ GN reader

A sudden evolutionary change befalls the entire human race, turning everyone into hybrids…

And as your bully comes to terms with how much bulkier he's become, along with his new sharp teeth, stronger jaw, and round furry ears, as well as the little tassel he'd grown for a tail, he's also picturing you—his cute little classmate.

At first, he caught himself thinking about what you'd look like if you were part bear like him, but then, when mulling over the fact that everyone had altered into some type of animal that seemed to complement characteristics they had already, he began wondering what animal characteristics best suited you, and what your bullyable body now looked like.

If he were to guess before seeing you, he'd think your meek nature must have gifted you with an animal equally as pathetic—like a little mouse.

But no, not exactly, though not far off either.

There you are, in the classroom before anyone else, bright and early like always, as if you want him to catch you alone.

“Well, well, well… look what we have here,” he announces himself, placing one heavy foot before the other as he saunters over to your desk.

You jump up from your chair in a flurry, spooked by his voice. "Oh–hey," you greet, timidly like usual, maybe even more so, as you take in his new size, eyes widening as you do.

"Tch-" he scoffs, sharp eyes looking down at you, thinking you must have shrunk a whole head before remembering how his growth was probably half to blame. "Of course, the most useless person in the world turns into the most useless animal ever."

Your button nose wriggles, but you don’t dare negate his statement. "And you're a—" you start, but almost instantly regret it as obvious an observation as it is, "Bear."

He sneers, "Guess what they say about bunnies being dumb is true after all."

Your buck teeth peek forth as you bite into your lip, bowing your head. "Was there something you wanted?"

With his hands in his front pockets, he stands there for a moment—in silence that only seemed to increase in deadliness the longer it lasted, before stating his demand, "Show me your tail."

You look up at him at that. "W-why?"

He unpockets his paw and plants it on your desk, leaning in close. A grin spread on his lips—fangs and all. "'Cause I wanna see it. So turn around."

You shake your head pitifully. "N-no, that's embarrassing."

But he doesn’t care much about your refusal, only sighing heavily before grabbing your arm and pulling you forward until your chest met the solid surface of the desk, bent over it oh-so-prettily and ready for inspection.

"Come on, dont be difficult," he growls through a smirk, watching you wiggle a bit until settling down, all too quickly yielding under his mighty grip—a display that makes him lick his teeth before slolwy lifting your shirt, pulling it up your back, watching as the little tuft of fur waiting beneath it springs out of hiding for him to see.

He simpers at the sight, then eagerly goes to feel it.

You whimper at his handling, but he ignores you. Feeling up the softness between his fingers. "Tch–so fluffy… no different from a stuffed animal."

His eyes pan to your face, looking at it cower, squished against the desk with knitted brows and eyes squeezed shut. You’re really just gonna lie there and let him do this, aren’t yah?

"Lop ears are a sign of domestication, y'know?" he says then, picking one of the floppy things up, giving it a rub that makes your whimpers turn into whines.

"Yeah… if it wasn't clear enough before…” he chuckles. “You're as submissive as they come.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks, Shinso ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kyotani, Miya twins ♡ BLLK – Reo ♡ DS – Sanemi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

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pieandflannel · 3 days ago

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₊˚⊹♡ body swap pt.3 👥

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pairing: dean winchester x fem!reader

summary: your and dean’s curiosity gets the best of you, leading to some unholy bedroom tings.

cw: 18+ smut, pwp, filthy asf, sex toy play, cowgirl, missionary, unprotected p in v & creampie (wrap it up silly), language, teasing/mocking, slight praise, sub!dean, shy!dean. not really proof read. you’ve been warned.

word count: 2347 (this is the most I’ve written on tumblr yet whoop whoop)

julia yaps: a shower is needed after writing this thanks to yall pervy lil fucks (jk i luv uuuu) hope you enjoyyy <3

check out part one & part two

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“i see curiosity got the best of you… need some help with that?” you offered with a smirk as you stepped closer and closer to the bed. eyeing your own body that dean was occupying. you weren’t going to lie, seeing yourself sprawled out like that, in such a.. pathetic way had you feeling some type of way, was that the dean brain talking? it’s not like you cared at the moment really. right now your main focus was to show dean just how fun the bunny toy can be.

”y/n i can explain..” dean panicked as you walked closer, he knew he did bad by invading your privacy, but you weren’t going to scold him, after all you did play with his dick like ten minutes ago.

“shh it’s okay you don’t need to explain” you sat down on one side of your bed, your fingers lingering above his inner thigh, his breath hitching at the gentle contact.

“give me the toy, come on, don’t be shy” you spoke in a slow and soft but dominant tone. dean with slight hesitation passed the toy over to you, as the vibrator came in contact with your hand, a devilish smirk grew on your face.

you kicked your slippers off and got more comfortable on the bed, “open your legs for me” you commanded and dean surprisingly obeyed, shyly opening his legs enough for you to check out the beauty in between. for the first time you were honestly feeling proud of your own body, shame it had to take a god damn body swap hex for you to open your eyes that you looked like a sex bomb.

“now i’m going to insert it and turn it on, so don’t get startled okay?” you explained to him before circling the tip of the toy around the clit. dean let out a shaky breath, his eyes dilated from arousal.

you slowly slid the tip up and down between the folds, spreading the glistening wetness all around. come on, you had to mess with him a bit, he’s gotta see what it is like to be an owner of a clit. you could tell dean became impatient, his hips bucking up slightly every time the tip got close to the entrance. you couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. “someone’s needy” you mocked.

“shut up” he spoke back in a mumble.

“now now, that’s no way to talk to someone that wants to help you feel good now is it?” you cooed at him. gently pushing the tip of the toy in the entrance before pulling out, and repeating it until he let out a desperate whine. god teasing him was so fun.

“you really want to try this out don’t you?” you let out a chuckle, honestly a little surprised at dean’s curiosity, but you don’t really blame him. dean looked absolutely pathetic when he gave you the doe eyes and a nod. god he was so breedable like this.

you slowly pushed the toy inside him, he let out a soft whimper as he felt the toy stretch him out. you didn’t wait long after that to switch the toy on, he let out a sharp gasp, gripping the bedsheets. you couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction, so pathetic and breedable for someone that claims to be a big scary hunter.

you gently moved the toy in and out, the bunny ears rubbing the clit in such a way you had him moaning, head tilted back. he definitely flicked the bean before this, there is no way he’s this sensitive simply because. that little whore.

his hips grind against the toy as whimpery moans continued to fly out his mouth, fuck you could feel your dick twitching in your pants at his little reactions. he was squirming around the bed and whining under his breath. how could you not get hard from that right?

“there’s my good boy, you’re doing great” you praised him as you turned the toy onto a higher mode. his legs began to shake, his back arching. “oh god, f-fuck” he moaned, closing his eyes as the pleasure intensified. knuckles turning white from his harsh grip on the bed sheet.

you knew your body well enough to know when you’d get close, so when you felt him getting close, you turned the toy off and stopped pumping.

leaving him on the edge, whining and crying. “oh come on~ please i was so close” he begged, his walls pulsing around the toy.

“oh i know you were, it is my body after all” you chuckled, pulling the toy out and putting it away to the side and casually positioning yourself between his legs.

“but how bout we.. yknow-” you looked down at his swollen clit and lips. your cock was already hard again, restrained in the pjs. “-make this interesting”

dean looked up at you with slight wide eye at your suggestion, but damn he wasn’t going to lie that the offer wasn’t tempting as hell. i mean it’s not like it’ll hurt anyone right? both of you are consenting adults, though in each others bodies, but still, consenting. and curious.

“well if you’re okay with it, so am i” dean replied honestly. you were glad he was on board with this, this situation was lowkey fucked up but at least you were in this together.

he cleared his throat, “um..why don’t you lay down and-“

“you want to ride me?” you interrupted him with a little smirk on your face. dean wasn’t used to being this flustered, but you brought that out of him right now, especially when it was easier while being in his body.

“could you not– j-just shut up… yes, yes okay?” a blush forming on his cheeks as he couldn’t form his answer without stuttering like the shy little girl he currently was.

“just lay down will you?” he mumbled as he pushed you to lay down, your back hitting the mattress. all you could really do was smirk, oh you were so going to enjoy this.

the bulge in your pants was evident, dean couldn’t help but look down at you with a shaky breath. “what’s the matter sweet cheeks? you nervous?” you teased him, resting your hands behind your head with a smug expression, getting a small glare from him.

his fingers hooking at the waistband of your pants and pulling them down, you lift your hips to help him take them off. “this is so weird..” he mumbled, a cute rosey shade on his cheeks.

“only if you make it weird” you shrugged, but you were right. it would only be weird if the both of you decided that it is. but you two have been through some real weird ass shit, so this is literally nothing.

as your pants were off and dick was out, dean’s eyes widened a bit as he had a first class third person view of his dick. you noticed his smug little smirk in the corner of his lips, clearly proud of himself. “i must say, you do have a nice cock” your words make him look up into your eyes.

“you couldn’t help yourself could you?” dean asked with a small amused smirk. you just grinned and shrugged.

he took a deep breath before climbing on top of you, taking your cock and aligning it at his entrance. he looked down into your eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation or doubt. “wait wait wait” you spoke, making him freeze in his tracks. did you change your mind? shit he made it weird didn’t he?

“dean is this your first time having sex?” you jokingly asked him as you passed him the bottle of lube. “even when you’re wet, lube is your friend”

dean let out a relieved sigh, grabbing the bottle and squirting a good amount on your dick, gently lathering it up with his hand. your breath shook at the sudden slow motion of his hand. “feels nice huh?” he asked with a smirk, purposely gripping your cock a bit tighter as he spread the lube all over your shaft. your mouth flew open as you let out a shaky breath. it did feel good, shit it felt great. and you wanted more.

“fuck, just sit on it already” you spoke out in a direct tone. dean chuckled at your impatience but he also couldn’t wait much longer. he positioned you at his entrance yet again, hand sticky with lube, slowly he sank down on your cock.

your toy looking so silly right now comparing to the girthiness of the cock, dean let out a soft moan as his walls stretched out nicely, feeling himself wrap around you. both of you cursed under your breath. the new sensation feeling oddly refreshing.

your hands rested on his waist as you looked up into his eyes, lips parted slightly. you gently started guiding dean’s hips, making him grind and ride you, the wet squelching sounds softly echoing in the room every time he sank back down on your cock. “oh wow..” the both of you managed to say almost in sync.

dean’s pace picking up in no time, both your hips in rhythm with each other. the constant exchange of moans and whimpers could probably be heard from the closed bedroom door. your grip on his hips tightening as he let his hands rest on your chest.

one of your hands found it’s way between his legs, your thumb flicking and circling at the clit, adding the extra something to dean’s experience. he threw his head back as sparks of pleasure rush through his body. “you like that?” you smirked, continuing to play with the clit making him lose his rhythm, thighs starting to shake. “aww too much for lil dean to handle?” you cooed at him.

“alright then, my turn” you spoke before lifting him up with ease and flipping him over, it was so fun having dean’s strength. you wasted no time, towering over him and positioned yourself between his legs, aligning yourself at the entrance and sliding back in with ease.

you rolled your hips slowly, thrusting in and out, firstly trying to figure out a good pace. dean wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you closer, and kissing you in the heat of the moment, but holy shit was it amazing. you and him kissing as you’re inside of him. man was this fun.

your hips picked up the speed and you had him moaning into your mouth in no time, you on top of him, giving it to him raw. “i- i think i’m close” dean spoke as he pulled away from the kiss for some air. you grabbed him by the hair and tilted his head back, latching your lips onto his neck. “good” you growled against his skin. the animalistic need to mark him up awakening from deep inside you.

dean dug his nails into your back as you started to thrust at a brutal force. his legs wide open which helped you bury yourself balls deep inside him. “i’m close too” you whisper into his ear before biting and kissing his neck teasingly.

“you want me to pull out?” you asked, slightly panting at this point, it was quite a workout for your hips. “it’s your pussy you decide” he replied breathlessly.

“fuck, fine, do you wanna know how it feels to get creampied?” you rephrased the question. at first he was a bit speechless at your offer but he nodded eagerly without much thought. “yes”

his eagerness making you let out a chuckle, your thrusts becoming much more sloppier as you got closer to the edge. you fisted his hair again and gave his neck a lick where you left marks. but be assured, his nails left red marks all across your back, a little exchange you could call it.

your body tensed up and suddenly you felt a huge wave of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you moaning against his skin. you shot your load inside him and continued to pump yourself dry. he followed you right after as he felt the warm cum fill him up. a pretty white ring decorated your shaft every time you pulled out before pushing back in.

both your hips eventually stopped moving, heavy breathing coming from the both of you. you let your forehead rest against his, eyes closed as you came down from your high.

as the both of you catch your breath and open your eyes, you realised you were back in your own body, underneath him. as he was in his. “oh my god, dean we’re back in our bodies” you let out a sigh of relief with a smile.

the spell was broken.

dean looked down at you with a relieved smile himself. “guess all it took to break the spell was to have sex huh?” dean smirked. he sat up, finally back in his body. “see, sex solves everything” he added cockily.

his body still in between your legs, his cock buried deep inside you. the view was beautiful but he had to pull out. his white load leaking out as soon as he does so. “but you gotta admit it was fun” he raised his brow.

you giggled “yeah it was, no wonder guys jerk off so much” your words making him roll his eyes in a playful way.

for a long second there was silence. none of you spoke, just looked into each others eyes. stealing shy smiles.

“okay, why don’t we get you cleaned up?” he offered as he got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and getting some tissues from your nightstand.

“oh and um, nice piercings you got there by the way” dean couldn’t help himself from commenting on them, adding a cocky wink.

“might if i played with them from time to time?” he smirked.

“i fucking knew the first thing you’d do is check out my tits” you shook your head with an amused smile.

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A love least expected | B.B

Bucky thought he found the love of his life in Steve, but little did he know that Steve going back in time would give him the opportunity to fall in love with someone who really loves Bucky.

Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Fem!Reader, past Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Boyfriend!Steve Rogers

Wordcount: 6.184 Words

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, Bucky being insecure, Steve being mean, taking less care of themselves (Bucky), best friends to lovers, bit of idiots in love/mutual pinning, reader reads letter Bucky wrote to Steve (he doesn’t mind), more fluff, so much fluff, love confession

Authors Note: Thank you to my loveliest best friend @thevillainswhore for helping me find the pictures, a title and for always listening to all the ideas I throw at you hehe. I love you so much!❤️❤️ Dividers made by me.

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The cold wind was blowing harshly, cutting into his skin. But the coldness outside was nothing compared to the one he felt inside him. His lips turned into a thin line, and the usual light blue eyes are now filled with pain and sorrow. His heart was broken, shattered in the tiniest pieces, and not even a sorry couldn’t fix what broke just a few minutes earlier.

The brown-haired man watched his boyfriend — ex-boyfriend — walking closer to the others. Time tracking, Bucky knew when he just heard that Steve would bring back the stones that he wouldn’t come back as the man he used to be.

The hug was too long, the gazes too intense, too hurtful. And Bucky knew it’s the last time he would hold his boyfriend — the next time he will hold him, it will only be his best friend. He couldn’t blame Steve; he didn’t want to. His heart was broken, but his feelings were still as strong as they used to be — as they always were, in the forties already.

While Bucky couldn’t imagine moving on without the man he thought would be the love of his life, he watched Steve move on without him. All the years, all what they went through meant not enough for Steve to be happy with him.

And once again, his mind ran wild. Was it Bucky who gave Steve a reason to move on? Maybe it was the winter soldier that made him less lovely for Steve. Maybe it was everything he did all those years. But why… why was Steve looking for him? He went to war for him and would even have walked to Austria for him. And now there was a man walking to the others; he did look like his Stevie, but he was so different.

Bucky wanted to call the other man’s name; he wanted to run after him and hold him. A few silent tears were rolling down his cheeks, his body shaking slightly, and he tried to hold back his sobs. With every step Steve was taking away from him, he felt his heart ripped out of his chest. There was nothing left.

The words Steve said earlier were still echoing through Bucky’s mind. ‘Don’t do anything stupid ‘til I get back.’ Until he gets back, but the way Bucky’s stomach dropped when he looked into the usual lovely blue eyes of his boyfriend, he could tell that things would be different when Steve would be back.

‘I’m gonna miss you, buddy.’ Bucky had to reply. He knew when Steve was lying, when Steve had something planned without saying it out loud. And this was one of these moments, where the slightly sad expression on the other man’s face gave away the truth. His lips curled up so softly that Bucky would have missed it; wouldn’t he have to find a little bit of hope for them in his boyfriend’s expression.

‘It’s gonna be okay, Buck.’ It was then and there the moment Bucky was sure that Steve wasn’t going to come back as the man he was going to leave. The man Bucky used to love will be back in the forties, being lost somewhere there; maybe he found true love while Bucky was in the war. Or maybe… maybe he would just go back to Buck and give them both a life they deserved without the pain the army and hydra caused.

But deep down Bucky knew the truth; he felt that Steve would change. Just the hope and the love made him believe that his boyfriend could come back to him and could be with him.

The further Steve walked away, the colder it got inside and around Bucky. He was shivering. The strong arms of the other man were still around him, at least the feeling of them. But with every inch of distance between both of the men, Bucky felt the warmth of the touch disappear, and he regretted even letting go of his boyfriend. But he had to; he had to let him go so at least Steve could be happy and live the life he wanted while he left Bucky with no more faith in love.

You were standing a bit away from them, watching your best friend literally break while he watched Steve. Your heart was aching, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and give him the comfort he needed, but you also didn’t want to embarrass him because he was crying and shaking from the pain he felt.

So, you decided to walk over to him and try to give him as much comfort as possible without jumping around his neck with a blanket to wrap him in it and keep him protected and warm.

“Hey, Buck,” you greeted him with a soft smile. His eyes were stuck on the other man, watching every muscle moving and the way his hips swung. You followed his eyes, your smile turning sad, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart shattering.

It’s not that you were in love with Steve; of course he was a good friend. But you know for Bucky he meant the world, that Bucky thought he found the love of and for his life in Steve. Still, he has to watch the person he used to love more than everything, leaving for a life Bucky couldn’t give to him.

You noticed the tears rolling down Bucky’s cheeks; his breath got heavier, and you could almost feel the way your best friend broke from the inside. The deep blue eyes were suddenly so empty; the smile that was always across his face was replaced by a thin line of his lips. The sweet scrunch of his nose that always got everyone’s attention was now replaced by the tears that were quietly falling down his cheeks.

“W-why…?” Bucky asked, his voice only a hoarse whimper. The self-doubts were crashing down on him like the heaviest building ever. Maybe he wasn’t enough; of course he wasn’t. Would he be ever enough for Steve, then he wouldn’t have decided to travel back to have a life with a woman — without Bucky. “Why doesn’t he love me?”

You swallowed thickly; there was no simple answer for that. You didn’t even know if Steve loved Bucky or not. With a soft sigh, you looked at Steve, then at Bucky, and took another step closer to him. “Sometimes… Sometimes love isn’t enough for someone to stay. But that’s not your fault; some people just can’t… they can’t appreciate what they get from another person. They think they can ‘do better’ even though they have everything they need. Sometimes it takes distance for one to notice that he was in the wrong.”

Bucky’s eyes lit up slightly. His eyes still on Steve as he placed the helmet on his head and stepped into the machine for time travel. “So, maybe he will come back to me… to us… to that here as the one he is now?”

The hope in Bucky's voice caused a cold shiver running down your spine. You really hoped for him that Steve would come back as the one he was. That he only needed to see that he loved Bucky and that he found everything in the man he could possibly find in someone.

But deep down, you actually knew that it’s not true. Steve wouldn’t be the one he used to be. But you weren’t sure; you didn’t want to break Bucky’s heart further, but lying and letting him think that Steve would be his old self? You don’t want to do it either.

“I-I don’t know,” you mumbled and watched Steve. He disappeared. Next to you, you noticed something — or someone — was falling down to the ground. Your eyes widened, and your heart shattered as the scream left his parted lips.

Bucky kneeled next to you on the dirty, cold floor, his eyes red and watery while he pants. It was his scream; it was his pain. He had to let go the moment the love of his life disappeared to live another life. He stared down; his hands were grasping the dirt under his fingers, and tears were falling down his cheeks.

“No…no…no…no,” he panted, repeating the words over and over again. His breath was heavy, and his eyes were unfocused. And then he started to shake his head; his eyes were wandering from the ground up to where Steve was standing and back to the ground. “Please… come back. St-Steve, please.”

You watched Bucky for a moment, considering whether to kneel down or give him a moment for himself. Your eyes were wandering over his shaking form, and when he started to repeat Steve’s name and begged him to come back, you got down on your knees as well.

“Bucky? I know it hurts, but Steve isn’t coming back,” you mumbled. You’re not sure what to say, but trying to hide the truth wouldn’t help Bucky either. “Can you look at me?”

Bucky swallowed, turning his face toward you. His eyes were red and puffy, his lips formed into a pout, and he stared at you with the most hurt expression you have ever seen on his face. He nodded, waiting for you to continue.

“It’s okay, you’re gonna be fine,” you said in a soft voice. You brought your hand to his soft, brown locks. Bucky relaxed slightly, the pain still visible, but at least he had someone who was there for him. You curled his hair around your fingers, stroking his neck softly. “Everything is going to be fine; you’re not alone. I know it feels like that; it feels like Steve took everything with him, but he didn’t. We’re still here for you, and you’re loved.”

Bucky nodded, leaning his head against your shoulder. His arms automatically wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer toward him. The brown-haired man’s fingers were digging into your skin, holding onto you to make sure you’re staying as close as possible to him.

“You stay?”

“I will stay. You’re my best friend; I love you, and I will give you all the hugs and cuddles you need, Buck.”

The days and the weeks felt so much longer and so empty without Steve. Bucky didn’t sleep much at all; he refused to eat and cared about anything but his letters. Since Steve left, he wrote a letter every day, putting all his feelings, all his pain, and all his love into them. Even though he refused to go out, he didn’t mind when you came over and gave him some company.

You sighed when you opened the door to Bucky’s apartment. The air was thick and stinging; you closed the door and walked further into the apartment. You got used to Bucky’s behavior, his less care for everything, but you wished you could help him.

“Buck? I brought some food,” you said as you looked through the door of his living room. His eyes were shooting up at you. He nodded with a slightly sad smile and held out his hands, curious what you got for him. “How are you feeling today?”

He shrugged, taking the bag and looking into it. “‘M not sure. Empty… cold?” Bucky’s voice was quiet, but he smiled softly when he noticed something you got for him. He took it and held it out of the bag, showing it to you. “I love these, my favorite chocolate.”

You watched him for a while before you walked through the room to open the windows and let some fresh air in. Even though Bucky tried to convince you to not clean, you always did it when you were there. Most of the time he even helped you, finding it easier to clean when he didn’t have to do it all by himself.

“When did you shower last time?” Bucky looked up, his face heating up as he turned his face away again. You sighed, knowing it was at least a week ago that he had a shower. “How about you get one yet?”

Bucky shook his head; fear was visible in his blue orbs. You furrowed, walking closer to him. He didn’t look at you, too ashamed to do so. Bucky’s breath hitched as you kneeled down in front of him and rested your arms on his thick thighs.

“Why not?” Your voice was sweet as honey. You knew it was the best way to talk to Bucky without making him more ashamed or making him feel worse.

“Becuase…” Bucky swallowed thickly. “What if I come back here and you’re gone?”

Your eyes widened, and your heart was beating faster. After Steve left, Bucky got more and more separation anxiety, but you didn’t know it would be that bad. That it would cause him to refuse letting you out of your view when you’re there — which you are around every day or at least every other day.

“I’m not going anywhere else,” you mumbled, drawing small circles on his thick. Bucky nodded, his eyes watering as he looked at you. His big hands moved almost automatically to yours; he placed them on top of yours and held them tight.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Bucky nodded at your assurance. He still refused to let go of your hands and move an inch, but he knew he had to take a shower at least. He didn’t even know why he still felt so low. Steve hurt him; he broke him, but he found something that’s worth living again. But whatever he tried, the thought of losing it made him curl into a little ball and feel the depression coming over him again.

“But… you stay here?” Bucky asked once again. You nodded, smiling at him before getting up to sit down next to him and giving him the room to get up. He sighed, his hands shaking, but he finally moved and got up to walk to the bathroom.

His eyes were darting between you and the bathroom, making sure you were still sitting on the couch. Your heart broke slightly about the insecure and broken man who used to be so happy and proud of himself. Someone who was never insecure about himself.

When he finally got into the shower, you started to clean his apartment. Starting with the trash that was placed all over the floor and surfaces. You then changed the sheets on his bed and opened the windows there as well until you reached the big pile of dirty clothes.

With a chuckle, you picked it up and ordered it to put it into the washing machine. You noticed a bunch of letters between some other stuff on the table; you listened to the sound of the running shower before taking them.

It wasn’t your best move, you know that, but you were curious who he was writing a letter — or a bunch of letters. You opened the first one; the first one made your breath hitch.

For Steve.

Your eyes widened, then they moved to the date on it; it was written one day after Steve left. You couldn’t stop the curiosity from boiling over and made you continue reading what Bucky wrote.

I miss you. I miss you more than I thought one could miss someone else. Are you coming back? Please don’t go away; don’t leave me.

You noticed the few patches of tears in the paper; your heart was clenching while you continued to read further through the letter. Bucky told Steve everything about the day he left — that he broke down, that you comforted him, that he couldn’t sleep, and that everything felt so hard. Bucky’s heart was broken, and he put it down in the form of words; even though Steve isn’t reading it, he could at least get it out of him.

Don’t leave me alone in this new world. It’s more than I can handle; it’s so new, so different from the forties. Please don’t leave me alone in this new and modern world.

Your eyes watered at the desperation Bucky probably feels every day. Even though you knew that things changed since the forties, you hoped that it wouldn’t feel that bad for Bucky. Reading those words made your heart clench in your chest, causing you to shiver.

I love you.

Bucky.

Putting the letter away, you took another one, curious what Bucky wrote later. It wasn’t just a letter from a day later; it was one around a month later. You opened it and stared at the first words Bucky wrote.

Hi Steve,

it still feels different without you. I still feel that something about me is missing. It hurts to think about you, and sometimes I still even hear your voice.

You stared at the words; it was different. Bucky wasn’t as desperate as he was before anymore. It still pained you to know that Bucky was suffering so much because of the man he thought he would love. But on the other side, you knew that Bucky felt better now, at least a bit.

I feel less empty; it’s less cold. But I am still mad at you. I hope you’re being happy, but it makes me insane to know that I couldn’t be the one who makes you happy.

I’m mad that you left me alone in the modern world by myself. That you went back in time, that you looked like you didn’t care about me.

Your eyes were roaming over Bucky’s words. His thoughts were all written down on a piece of paper — his anger, his hurt, but also that he loved Steve. You continued to read this letter before you took another one, the one he wrote last night.

You listened closely, the shower still running, so you inhaled deeply once more and opened that letter as well.

Curiosity was stuck to every fiber in your body; you weren’t sure if you should read it. You shouldn’t have started to read them at all because they were private. But on the other side, it was also important to see how Bucky was doing; those letters said so much more than he did. He didn’t like talking too much about his feelings, especially not about Steve. So you were letting your eyes wander over the words of the letter.

I found that girl; she’s beautiful and sweet. I never thought I could look at someone and feel that way ever again, but she made me see the world in a positive way. Her eyes shine like the sun, and her laugh is the most beautiful I have ever heard. She's the light in my nights and the one I can hold onto if I feel like I fall.

Your eyes widened as you read the words Bucky wrote down. There weren’t many people who were around Bucky; it was actually mostly Sam and you. So the only person he could mean was you, and a shiver ran down your spine when your stomach flipped.

Bucky may have fallen in love with you. It was a while back since Steve left him, and you knew about the way Bucky changed that he slowly got over Steve. Even though he was still sad about what Steve did, and even though Bucky didn’t get himself to take care, he also changed slightly into a bit more of a happy self.

I still don’t get my ass up; I don’t find motivation to clean and take care of things or even me. Except she’s around, then she helps me. You know her; she was the only person who helped me get up and who stood by my side when you left me in this modern world to live another life. And she never — not once — left my side since that. She is my strength; she is my everything.

You put the letter back on the table when you heard the door of the bathroom opening. Bucky walked with a towel around his waist into the living room; his expression was soft, and a soft smile played around his lips. You had seen him like that — without a shirt and damp hair — a few times before, but this time it made your knees buckle, and you were glad that you were still sitting on the couch.

Bucky walked closer to you, looking around as he noticed that you really cleaned for him. Then his eyes landed on the letters that were still on the table; one of them was open, and he gasped softly.

“Y-you know you don’t have to clean…” He said, his eyes still focused on the letter. Emotions overcame him: fear, happiness, panic, and love. “Did you read them?”

Bucky smiled softly as he saw your reaction. He knew exactly that you read them, and he even liked it. So he didn’t have to hide his feelings anymore, even though he was unsure what you feel, if you would feel the same or were going to be mad about it.

You nodded, watching him walk closer. Bucky took a short and a pair of boxers from the counter, pulling them on before he focused his attention back on you. His heart was racing, and his breath sped up slightly the longer he waited for an answer from you.

“A-Are you m-mad? I’ve tried to forbid myself from falling in love, but now I can’t help it,” he breathed out, sitting down next to you on the couch. One of his legs underneath the other while he watched you intensely. “I… we can just ignore it… I-I just… I know you could think I just fell in love because Steve left. But I guess I just needed to realize that Steve and I never worked the way I tried to see.”

Bucky often told you about his relationship with Steve. He loved the other man, but Steve was still stuck in the past. And even though he tried to hide it, Bucky always knew it. The brown-haired man loved Steve a whole lot, but the moment the other was turned into a big, muscular man — Bucky knew that Steve wouldn’t be as much in love with him any longer. He finally got the attention he always hoped to get; he finally didn’t have to feel insecure anymore. As much as Bucky tried, he could never help Steve with his insecurities as much as the serum then did.

“I know,” you mumbled, resting your hand on Bucky's thigh. You smiled softly at him, running your fingers over his knee. “I’ve seen the way you changed after Steve left. I still see it and also how you act around me. And I’m glad I read those letters, and I’m also glad that you fell in love with me.”

Bucky’s eyes widened, and he wasn’t sure if he heard right or if that was just the most amazing dream ever. His blue eyes were staring into yours, holding your gaze as he waited for you to laugh and tell him that you just made a joke. But the moment didn’t come; instead, you inch closer to him and had the most adorable smile on your face.

“Do you need me to spell it for you?” You chuckled and brought your hand to his cheek. You brushed your fingers over his soft stubbles. Bucky tilted his head, leaning more into your touch. “I. L. O. V. E. Y. O. U. I’m in love with you too.”

Bucky chuckled, his eyes still holding yours as you literally spelled ‘I love you’ for him. He inhaled deeply; it was shaky and slow, but the smile on his face only grew the more the words seeped into his mind.

“You really do? Like, in a way that if I asked you out, you would say yes? Like in a way that if I wanted to kiss you, you would let me?” He asked; he was almost stumbling over his own words. The thoughts were racing in his mind, and he couldn’t help but imagine your soft lips pressing delicately against yours.

“I really do. I would definitely say yes. And would you like to kiss me… if I would let you. How about you try and find out?”

Bucky grinned at you, leaning closer to you. “You know, you're my rock in every hard time. You’re the star that brightens up my day. You’re the sun that warms me. And even though I still have some trouble taking care of things and even myself. Never doubt my love; I may not be good at cleaning and all. But I know that I love you more than everything; you know that, don’t you?”

You chuckled and nodded. “I do know that you do. And I would never doubt your love, my clingy, precious boy,” you smirked at him, causing him to growl in amusement. “I do love you too.”

Without another word, Bucky leaned closer and pressed his lips softly against yours. His hands found their way around your waist, pulling you into his lap while he intertwined his fingers behind your back and held you close. Your hands moved almost automatically to his neck, pulling him closer until his nose brushed over your cheek.

Bucky growled into the kiss; his lips were moving softly and slowly against yours. It felt different, like every kiss or touch the two of you ever felt before — this one wasn’t just a kiss with someone you hoped to be with forever; this was a kiss that meant forever. It was the start of your journey together, the start of the most special thing you could have imagined.

“Buc-“ you interrupted yourself the moment you heard the voice of Steve coming from your shared living room. Bucky and you were happier than ever; you had a lot of dates, and after a while you even moved in with him. He was the sweetest man you have ever met, and he feels the happiness back inside of him. But now you had to listen to your boyfriend talking to his ex-boyfriend, to the man he used to love more than everything.

Your heart was beating faster, and you pressed yourself against the wall behind you, scared of what you were going to hear. Bucky loved you; the two of you had enough time and moments to fall deeply in love with you. But you never thought what would happen the moment Steve would walk back into his life because you never thought Steve would do that.

“I’m so sorry, Buck. I don’t know what came over me or what made me do that. I should have never left; I don’t… I just don’t know,” Steve mumbled and ran his fingers through his hair. The hair Bucky used to love running his fingers through and playing with the strands of Steve’s hair.

Bucky shook his head. He inhaled deeply before looking straight into his ex-boyfriend's blue orbs. “I accept your apology.”

Your heart dropped when you heard that; a shaky breath left your lips, and you had to fight the tears that threatened to break free. This couldn’t be possible; Bucky couldn’t leave you, could he? You tried to stay as calm as possible, listening carefully to the conversation before freaking out or breaking down.

“So you come back? You let me come back? I missed you; it was all a big mistake. I never cheated on you; I just needed to see that you’re the one for me, I guess. Bucky, please give us another chance. I will be better this time,” Steve said, his voice pleasing, and you knew without having to look at him how he looked at Bucky. You wouldn’t blame Bucky for going back to Steve, even though it would break your heart. If it was Bucky’s wish to go back to Steve, he would never dare to be between them and stop Bucky from being happy.

“Guess you didn’t cheat, but you’re still a traitor,” Bucky said, his voice calm and shaking. He shook his head as he looked at Steve, who had tears in his eyes. “I wish that you had thought this through before I went and fell in love with you.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he heard the words leaving his ex-lovers lips. “Buck… you-you can’t be serious. I love you; I always loved you.”

You noticed the shaking in Steve’s voice, and you felt almost pity — wouldn't he have been the reason for Bucky being down and broken after he left. You heard Bucky shuffling; he was probably grasping his hair like he always did and turned around. Bucky inhaled deeply before turning back to Steve. “Did you love me when she was sleeping in the bed we made? Don’t you dare forget about the way you betrayed me. ‘Cause I know that you will never feel sorry for sleeping in the bed with her, for kissing her, for looking at her like you used to look at me,” Bucky breathed out.

“I-I didn’t..” Steve gets interrupted by Bucky shaking his head. He didn’t want to hear more; he didn’t want anyone to destroy his happiness ever again — not even his ex-boyfriend. “Please, Bucky, I need you.”

“I’m sorry,” the brown-haired mumbled. He wasn’t sure to tell Steve about you, to tell him about the love he found and the happiness he feels again. “I can't, and I honestly don't want to. You broke me and.. I—“

“You what?” Steve asked in a dominant and angry tone. His eyes widened when he thought about a possible reason Bucky couldn’t go back to him. “No. Don’t tell me you… Bucky, no.”

You took a few steps back before you walked with a few louder steps to let them know that you approached the room. Steve and Bucky looked at you. Steve’s eyes were widened with shock and disbelief, while Bucky looked at you with a soft smile and brightened eyes at you.

“Babydoll,” Bucky smirked and held his arms open for you to walk closer to him. Your eyes drifted to Steve for a moment before you let Bucky wrap his arms tightly around you. He pressed his lips softly against your forehead, waiting for you to wrap your arms around his waist — which you did. “How was the meeting? Everything fine, or do you need anything?”

You smiled softly against his chest. Bucky was always so sweet and caring when it came to you. He always made sure that you had everything you needed and that you got whatever you wanted or needed. Seeing your smile and the love you gave to him made his heart swell, and he just couldn’t help but feel in love with you every time.

“Everything is fine. Just wanted to get a glass of water and ask if you have any idea for dinner today,” you mumbled before pulling back softly and looking at Steve. His eyes were narrow, and he watched the two of you intensely. Steve swallowed thickly when he saw the way Bucky hugged you, the way he kissed your forehead, and how sweet and loving he was around you. “Hey, Steve.”

He nodded, watching you walk toward the kitchen. His eyes were glued to you. Bucky cleared his throat, getting Steve’s attention. The smile on Bucky’s face turned into a like again when he looked back at Steve, who shook his head slightly.

“Are you fu— kidding me? How much do you pay her that you made me suffer like that? Do you want me to get on my knees to beg you to take me back?” Steve asked, determined to get an answer that would make it possible for Steve to get his ex-boyfriend back.

“I’m not doing it to make you suffer. I love her, and she loves me. When you left, I went home, I sat in the corner of the room, and everything reminded me of you,” Bucky said before taking a deep breath.

He didn’t like to hurt Steve like that; he didn’t want to hurt him, but he wasn’t in love with him anymore. Bucky found you; he found his babydoll, someone who would never leave him — for no one else.

“I thought about what could make you go back in time, and then I noticed. Peggy, the way you looked at her in the bar. She was the first woman who gave you attention. It didn’t matter that I loved you more than everything because you got the attention of a woman — a handsome and nice woman,” the brown-haired man’s eyes roamed over Steve’s face, noting the ways his lips twitched. Bucky knew he was right; he knew that Steve loved the attention he got from Peggy; no woman had ever looked at him like that before.

“That’s not… I mean, yes, but that’s not true. I do like the attention I got from her, but that doesn’t mean that I love you less. I do love you the same.” Steve growled; he was annoyed. Not about Bucky but about himself. Maybe a bit about you too, but the most he was annoyed and mad at himself. “You can’t just date someone else. You still love me, don’t you?”

“No. I saw you disappearing; did you hear my scream? She saw it; she fucking heard it. Did you ever think about me before or while you did it? I wrote a letter for you. Every single day. And the only thing I thought about was you being happier,” Bucky mumbled, staring directly into Steve’s eyes.

The other man swallowed thickly. The hurt in Bucky’s expression when he told him about the day Steve left. Or the love in his expression when he looked at you. Or when he kissed you, Bucky was so soft and lovely that Steve wasn’t sure if it was all a game to make him suffer or if it was true. But with every following word, he knew that Bucky fell in love with you and that he really loved you.

“My friends told me one day I'd feel it too. And I do; I finally do. I feel with her what it is to be loved — to know that she will never leave me like you did. I could have tried to smile and hide the truth when you left. When I thought I was happier with you, she would have seen because she always knows how I feel, how I really feel.”

“Bucky, you can’t be serious; you just can’t.” Steve breathed out, the realization that the brown-haired man is now happier with you hitting him. So he added in a softer and quieter tone. “But yes… you look happier, you do.”

The brown-haired man nodded, smiling softly. He felt sorry for Steve, but it was his decision to leave; it was his decision to go back in time to live another life. Bucky looked over to the kitchen where you’re standing with your glass; you watched them. When your eyes locked, you smiled softly, and Bucky couldn’t help but feel his heart beating even faster for you.

Bucky turned back to Steve before he smiled at him as well �� it was less happy and not reaching his eyes but assuring. “I knew one day you’d fall for someone new. But that’s okay, cause I found someone who made me feel loved like you never could make me feel.” Bucky said, his eyes wandering from Steve to you and back to Steve.

The other man huffed; he thought Bucky would wait for him to let him come back so they could be happy together. “I hope she’s making you happy. But if she breaks your heart like lovers do, just know that I’ll be waiting for you.”

Bucky’s body tensed at those words. He knew that Steve was hurt and wanted to hurt him as well, but he also knew that he’s happier with you now. He found the love he never thought existed; you would never leave him, and you love him with every fiber of you. With all the words and gestures, the love and affection you give him, you show him that you mean it, that Bucky means everything to you — just like you mean everything to him.

“She isn’t a lover of mine. She is the other half of me. She’s my babydoll; she would never do anything that hurts me,” Bucky mumbled before leading Steve out of the house. Then he returned to you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you tightly against his broad chest.

“Thank you; without you, I would have never felt that love, and I would never have been able to be strong enough to say no to someone who betrayed me. My babydoll, mine, all mine.” Bucky pressed his lips against your neck, then your cheek, until he pulled you into a soft kiss. A kiss that said more than words could ever express — love and affection for eternity.

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s-4pphics · 2 months ago

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cw; fratadjacent!ellie, mentions of prescription drugs and dealing, literally just for ‘23 tlou tumblr nostalgia

attempt 747388282 of getting outta my block. barely edited bc i havent slept

How the hell do you introduce yourself to a dealer?

Initiating convos with a stranger with a hey, do you sell addies, seems a little rude for regular common folk, but do dealers actually care about introduction etiquette? Highly doubtful, but you despise assuming shit about people, much due to the fact that your brain has a deadly latching tendency, remembering everything it shouldn’t and forgetting everything you should remember.

Dealers are driven by the dollar, aren’t they? Just like everyone else. Show the money, get the candy… or something? You doubt Mel would put you in harm's way.

You came to your roommate in the middle of a breakdown: self-soothed through a panic attack with snot dripping down your nose and thoughts scattered like they always are. Always. Your brain never listens to reason and it’s torture. She held you while you cried and cursed the medical industry, all while your brain shattered to pieces, attempting to find solace in Mel’s softened whisper.

I have this friend…

And of course, your brain never forgets. Your prescription is forever to blame for your shortcomings. Every unfinished essay, failed test, failed class — mindless scrolling — it’s all due to your lack of… candy. Brain candy. It’s fucked up how terribly you need it to get through school. If you don’t pop one at six in the morning everyday, every plan you make goes down the drain and into the sewers.

Pharmacies are supposed to always have their shit together. Customers come in, grab their beans, and they dip for a month before doing it all over again. Visits are dandy until they aren’t, apparently. Out of all people, why did they have to fuck up yours? A year of going to the same location with the same pharmacist and they suddenly misplace the only jewels that keep your head on your neck.

Sure, you could sue or commit arson to that entire building, but you decided spending the last bit of your free time bribing the go-to drug lord of campus would be much more beneficial. And less… endangering.

Mel is close with drug dealers — a surprising fact to discover about your soft-toned friend. Ellie Williams is one of them, and she’s expecting your arrival, according to Mel. The texts between you and this faceless stranger were brief, aloof — quite business-like despite the topic of conversation. You only hear about her from the sidelines or your roommate, and everyone seems to have a consensus opinion.

Evidently, she fucking sucks. And fucks. Literally and figuratively. Good for her? You don’t give a shit. She agreed to give you a month's supply of Dextro for fifteen bucks. Fuck the gossip and the pharmacy.

That gets you knocking. It takes fourteen seconds for the door to open, and you're instantly hit with the wall of Mary. Jane, in particular, and she’s covered in red lights.

The testy drug head doesn’t fit everybody’s description; her face is almost too sweet for her body. She’s literally wearing Spiderman PJs. What kinda dealer has freckles and rosy cheeks? Her eyes remind you of a deer’s despite the pink tint. Can deers even get high?

One of the first things Ellie does is take in your Patrick Star slippers. Her grin is slight as she eyes them.

“Huh.”

“… Hey.”

“Hello.”

You hate silence more than anything in the world. It’s so fucking awkward in this hallway.

“Name?”

… Maybe intros are necessary? “Oh. Uh. I’m Mel’s friend. I’m guessing y’all know each other? I’m—“

The a-ha she makes is very innocuous. This is the beast everyone always talks about? “My dex pickup, right?”

You jokingly shrug, “in the flesh.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You… you, too.”

It’s silent again. Being shot in the face would be less painful than standing here.

Soon, but not nearly enough, Ellie digs into her pocket to retrieve a very familiar looking orange bottle. It almost looks like yours minus the white sticker with your name and dosage. Just plain orange. And filled a hefty amount. A little over halfway.

“Uh,” you stumble around in your jean pocket like an idiot. When you come up empty handed, you dig around in your back pocket. Then your other front, then your other back.

Where the fuck is your twenty?

“Uh… um…”

You check your bra and your shoulder bag and your sock, all while Ellie stares at you like you’re a walrus on stilts.

“I’m… I dunno where my…”

“Short?”

Flames burst beneath your cheeks. Too fucking short. If you were in a mafia film, you’d be strung up in front of Ellie’s door as a warning for loose pocketers.

But Ellie’s not in the fucking mafia. She looks like she’s about to laugh. Before you can drown her in apologies, she hands you the clattering jar.

“… Wh—“

“No offense, but… I think you needa fill.”

This has to be a test. Ellie’s going to slice your hand clean off your wrist when you reach for your vice… Your prescription, you mean. Not vice—

“You want ‘em or not?”

Impatient as fuck — very on brand. Just as your palm eagerly closes around the bottle, a shock of electricity pops from Ellie’s hand to yours. She flinches but you don’t. The horrifying screams from the little fuckers in your hand are too distracting.

“Do I owe you?”

She ponders for a second. Eyes you with curiosity. Snickers down at your slippers.

“It’s cool. Just tell me if they work.”

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“Do I really have to explain the hierarchy to you?”

“What do you think?”

Ellie pins you with a playful glare, “I bought from someone new.”

That doesn’t mean shit to you, so why are you attempting to make conversation? “Is that why you stocked me up?”

“Sure.”

“Are they laced?”

She shrugs, “maybe.”

That should induce fear… It never comes. You anticipate focusing too much to care. If you die, you die.

This convo fucking sucks. And now it’s quiet because how the fuck are you supposed to respond to you potentially OD-ing? Your brain’s cranking but, just like every other time, you come up empty handed.

“You can go now.”

You try not to be bothered by her dismissing you. You shouldn’t be bothered by anything — she did you a favor. Ellie must really like your fucking slippers. She’s spoken to Patrick more than you this entire time.

“… Thanks.”

“No sweat. Get home safe.”

Her door closes. Your chest opens. You convince yourself it’s with gratitude, and not at all due to the weird attraction you felt for that drugged-out freakazoid.

#fratadjacent!ellie #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ellie williams headcanons #ellie the last of us #ellie williams tlou #lesbian #ellie williams au #ellie williams x reader

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topguncortez · 7 months ago

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Sunburn - K. Dutton

whumptober masterlist || previous day

prompt: Heatstroke

synopsis: The Montana summers weren't for the weak. You and Kayce have unspoken history.

warnings: heatstroke, passing out, vomiting, mentions of abuse, mentions of drug usage, mentions of running away, Monica and Tate don't exist.

word count: 2.1k

There was something about Montana summers.

The valley in which the Yellowstone ranch laid, had its fair share of weather changes. The winters were brutal, feet of snow coating the land, the wind bitter against the skin making it hard to want to get up in the morning and do chores. Spring usually brought inches upon inches of rain, damn near flooding the place and making it a muddy mess trying to move cattle in preparation for breeding season. Fall was a vibrant display of changing leaves, and the scent of fields being harvested in time before the first frost.

But the summers, the summers were something else. Blame global warming, or whatever you wanted, but the summers in Montana were hot and steamy. The sun was unforgiving most days, beating down on you and your horse as you worked from sunup till sundown, training and cleaning horse stalls, helping move cattle from pasture to pasture, and carrying out the daily maintenance of the ranch. Most of the cowboys didn’t have an issue, but you on the other hand, never quite got along with the heat.

It was supposed to be an “easy day”, Rip had barked at all of you as you shuffled into the barn to get tack up your horses, but the sun was already blaring its god awful rays down on the earth. Your skin felt sticky from the humidity and your hair was already sticking to your forehead underneath your hat. You left your water jug in the bunkhouse, choosing to fuel your body with the dark roast coffee Loyd had made instead.

“You think the Devil just walked up here and decided to fuck with the temperature,” Ryan said, sitting on top of the fence, watching you and Colby rake it out.

“Don’t know,” Colby grunted, “Think you could quit fucking complaining and help?”

“I don’t want to melt,” Ryan chirped back and you rolled your eyes. The two of them fought like an old married couple most days.

Colby and Ryan were the first two to make you feel welcome in the bunkhouse. It was hard walking into a house full of men, no one knowing who you are or what you had shown up at the ranch for. Everyone knew bits and pieces of your story, you had known Kayce when you were younger, highschool sweethearts or something of the sort. He was the one who got away, or so you had said. While he was thriving in the military, you were left behind, struggling and doing anything you could to make a buck. You had shown up on his doorstep, soaking wet in the rain and begging for a job, begging to finally leave behind the life you had created for yourself. Kayce barely gave you the time of day, telling you to walk back down the road, take a left, and keep going until you reach the bunkhouse, that there would be someone there to help you. Since then, you and Kayce had been walking on eggshells around each other.

“Okay, Princess,” You rolled your eyes, lifting your hat slightly off your head, and wiping away the sweat, “It’s fucking hot.” You stared at the heat waves rippling off of the earth for a moment, as the familiar sound of cowboy boots crunching on the gravel drew close.

“What up, boss man,” Kolby greeted Kayce with a nod of his head, “Come to sweat with the worst of us?”

“No, I need the girl,” Kayce said gruffly, and you turned to look at him, “We’re moving cattle. Let’s go,” He turned and walked back the direction he came without another word. You scoffed, throwing the pitchfork down.

“What a fucking douche,” You grumbled, but went and followed after him to where the horses were enjoying the cool air of the barn. Kayce’s horse, of course, was already saddled up. You weren’t about to ask him for help as you grabbed your saddle from the wall, and walked down to your horse’s stall. You could feel his impatient tension like an extra cloud of heat in the air.

“Ready?” Kayce asked as you walked your horse down the barn alley, and you nodded, silently following him outside.

The two of you rode in silence for most of the journey, slowly but surely pushing cattle from one pasture into another. You weren’t sure why you, of all the people on the Yellowstone Ranch, had to be the one out here, sweating with Kayce. Normally, you wouldn’t have minded the silent rides through the rolling fields, but it wasn’t just the heat making you not want to be out here.

Kayce thought that asking you to come out here with him would be the perfect chance to tell you how he felt. He, just as much as you, was tired of the awkward dance that you had been doing since you showed up. He didn’t need to ask too many questions that night when you came knocking on his door, soaked to the bone, nothing more than skin and bones. When he left for the Navy, a mere days after graduation and breaking your heart, he had asked Beth to keep an eye out for you. Begrudgingly, she did so, and told him about the shift in your life. You had always dreamed of getting out of Montana, but you never made it that far.

Every time Kayce thought of saying something, of apologizing or even just asking how you have been, his mouth went dry and his mind blank. Instead, he thought that maybe even getting you near would break some of the tension, but he was so wrong. It seemed as if the tension had picked up a notch as the two of you rode next to each other.

“Fuck, is it hotter out here, or is it just me,” You mumbled as you sat on top of your horse. The body heat from the animal was soaking into you, paired with the brutal beatdown from the sun, your skin felt like it was physically burning.

“Complainin’ ain’t gonna make the sun go away,” Kayce said back and you rolled your eyes. The last thing you needed was the sass from him. Your skin felt dry and your head was pounding. All you wanted was to feel the cold stream of water in the bunkhouse shower.

— — —

You had never felt so happy to have your feet back on the ground. Three hours sitting up on a horse in the sun, slowly moving cattle into a new pasture. You knew that your shoulders were horribly sunburnt, and the sweat stains in between your thighs from sitting on the saddle made it look like you wet yourself.

Kayce felt happy too, to be back on solid ground. He would be lying if he said the heat hadn’t gotten to him either. He was used to being in hot temp areas, but he would take being in full kit in Afghanistan versus sitting on a horse waiting for cattle to hurry up and move. Kayce had taken his horse back to the barn, carefully taking the tack off of him and hanging it up. He told Loyd to give the animal a good wash down, wanting to make sure his horse was cooled down before being put away for the night.

Kayce slowly made his way down the alley of the barn, stopping just right outside of your horse’s stall. He had been thinking of what he was going to say to you since the moment he got you alone out in the field. The two of you had yet to have “the talk” since you arrived months ago, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without it. Every time he saw you, the words that he wanted to say were right at the tip of his tongue, but the second you looked at him, they all seemed to go blank. But now, it was as good a time as any.

“Y/N,” Kayce said, stepping into the horse stall. You stood by your horse, your hand on its belly, back facing Kayce, “We need to talk.”

You blinked a couple of times, trying to stop the black spots floating in your vision, and trying to keep yourself up right. You felt like your knees could give out at any moment.

“Y/N?” Kayce called out. He reached out to touch your shoulder, as you doubled over and vomited into the hay sheddings, “Holy shit,” Kayce moved quickly, rushing to you as your legs gave out and you collapsed in his arms. He was alarmed by the flush color of your skin, and your chapped lips. Your eyes looked glossed over as you looked up at Kayce.

“I-I don’t feel,” Your words were slurred as Kayce hoisted you up in his arms.

“I know, we gotta cool you down,” Kayce said to you, and you weakly nodded your head.

Kayce moved you quickly to the bunkhouse, the first flash of cool air made you instantly shiver. He walked you to the bathroom, and you were thankful that the house seemed to be quiet, not wanting any of the other cowboys to see you like this. It was hard enough being one of the only females here, you didn’t need this to be held over your head. Kayce gently sets you down on the shower tile, reaching above you and barely turning the water on. The second the cold water hit your skin, you gasped.

“No! No!” You cried.

“It’s okay,” Kayce cooed, “I have to cool you down.”

“Please,” Tears were welling in your vision, and you weren’t really sure why you were crying. You summed it up to your body being in such shock, you didn’t have control over your emotions.

“It’s okay,” Kayce said again, running a hand up and down your back as you leaned into him, feeling your body grow weak again, “You’re going to be okay. It’ll be okay.” You let out a whine as your body had shifted temperature, but welcomed the cool water against your warm skin.

— — —

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep or maybe you passed out, but you woke up in an unfamiliar bed, with a box fan pointed right at you. It took you a moment, your head pounding as you looked around the room, noticing the various country-esq landscape paintings and the giant deer head on the wall. It was nearing night time, or so you had guessed by the last remnants of the sunset peaking through the wooden blinds. You tried to sit up, but let out a groan instead, your head starting to swim and black spots filling your vision.

“Y/N?” You froze as you heard Kayce’s voice from the other side of the door, “Can I come in?”

‘Holy shit’ You cursed to yourself, ‘I’m in Kayce’s room.’

“Yeah,” Your voice was raspy, and you could still feel the sting of bile.

Ever so gently, Kayce pushed the door to his bedroom open, sticking his head in first before coming all the way in, “Hey,” You nodded your head as he walked towards you, a glass of water in his hand and some tylenol, “Drink this and take these. It’ll help the headache and muscle cramps.”

“How do you know?” You asked, taking the water and medicine. Now that he mentioned it, your legs felt heavier than normal with a slight ache to them.

“They train you on the basics of heat stroke in the Navy,” Kayce said, “Seen one too many guys fall over.” You felt your cheeks pink up in embarrassment, “No one saw, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Am I that transparent?” You said barely above a whisper, “You didn’t have to bring me here. They would’ve taken care of me at the bunkhouse.”

“I know,” Kayce swallowed thickly. He wasn’t all too sure why he had picked you up and put you in his truck, driving back to his house for you to rest somewhere quiet and comfortable. But he did, and he didn’t regret it. He knew that he would’ve been a nervous wreck leaving you in the bunkhouse, “I needed to make sure you were going to be okay. . . You scared me.”

“I’m sorry,” You squeaked out.

“Don’t apologize, Y/N,” Kayce said, shifting closer to you on the bed, “One of my first summer's running cattle with my dad, I did the same thing. We’d been out all day and came back, and the second I climbed off my hose I hit the ground. Face first in shit shavings,” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “At least you picked a clean stall to upchuck and pass out in.”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks for catching me.”

“Always,” Kayce said, grabbing your hand. You glanced down between your hands and back up at Kayce, who had a slight blush on his face. He went to pull his hand away but you squeezed it and then laced your fingers with his.

#Yellowstone fan fic #yellowstone imagine #yellowstone fan fiction #kayce dutton #kayce Dutton fan fic #kayce Dutton fan fiction #kayce Dutton imagine #kayce Dutton x reader #kayce Dutton x you #kayce dutton x y/n #whumptober 2024

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bi-bi-buckleys · 1 month ago

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A Post 8 x 11 Fix-It of Sorts

I wrote this last night and throughout the day in my notes app. I might add it to AO3 later, but for now it’s a tumblr fic. It’s a bit of fluff and a lot of “Buck and Tommy talk things out.” Rated T.

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The last thing Buck is expecting when he answers the door that morning is Tommy.

“Uh, h-hey Tommy.” He tries and fails not to think of the first time he ever opened his door to see Tommy standing there.

“Hey Evan.” Tommy replies with a small guarded smile, like he’s going for casual. Like this is the norm.

“What brings you by?” Buck asks trying not to sound like he’s hoping for a repeat of the other night, but honestly who could blame him? He’s only human and Tommy is wearing a dark green plaid flannel with a tight white tee shirt underneath, his jeans snug as usual. His curls are slightly mussed and he has a days worth of stubble. He looks gorgeous and Buck feels his face heat.

“I bought you a housewarming present.” Tommy responds, sounding proud of himself.

“Oh? You uh, you didn’t have to do that.” Buck blinks a bit in surprise, unable to hold back his smile.

“I know,” Tommy shrugs, casual as anything. “But I wanted to.”

Tommy turns to the side and starts pulling a handcart with a large box on it.

“What-“ Buck starts to ask before he sees the picture on the box.

“It’s a kitchen island.” Tommy says. “Never noticed before that Diaz didn’t have one until I cooked breakfast the other morning.”

Tommy wheels the handcart into the kitchen and carefully slides the box off of it.

“Your counter space is abysmal,“ Tommy continues, turning to face him with his eyebrows raised. “I know how much you like to cook, so you need something. The island at your loft was massive, and this really doesn’t compare, but it’s a good one. I asked my buddy at the hardware store for recommendations.”

Buck is at a loss for words. He had been thinking the same thing just last night. It never fails to amaze him how Tommy just seems to know what he wants.

“Thanks, Tommy.” Buck knows he’s smiling like an idiot and he doesn’t care.

“You’re welcome.” Tommy smiles back, soft and adoring.

Before Buck can say anything else, Tommy grabs the handcart and starts to leave the kitchen.

“Well, I’ll let you get to it. It might take you a while to put together.” Tommy says, walking towards the door.

“W-wait…” Buck feels like he’s experiencing whiplash right now. He trails Tommy through the living room.

Tommy laughs at the look on his face.

“I’m kidding.” Tommy props the handcart just outside the front door then walks back inside. “I’m not making you put that thing together by yourself. Not that I don’t think you could, but still. It’s always nice to have an extra pair of hands.”

Buck huffs out a relieved laugh as they make their way back to the kitchen, giving his ex a playful swat to the shoulder. Tommy laughs again and flicks his bicep. Buck thinks about how they left things the last time, and it should feel awkward but it doesn’t. Being with Tommy feels like the most natural thing in the world.

They open the box and Tommy sorts everything out on the floor in front of them while Buck reads over the instructions. They work together companionably, falling into a rhythm they established during their six months together. When they are about halfway through assembling the island, Buck looks at Tommy and makes a decision.

“You know I didn’t mean what I said the other morning, right?”

“Hmm?” Tommy responds, focusing on the hinge he’s screwing on the cabinet door on his lap. Tommy had stripped off his flannel and was just wearing the white tee now. Buck watches his arms flex and has to force himself to remember why it’s so important to talk right now.

“When I said ‘I don’t have to have feelings for everyone I sleep with,’” Buck says on a nervous swallow.

“It’s fine, we don’t have to talk about that.” Tommy says, still not looking at Buck.

“No, w-we do, Tommy. I didn’t mean it. Well, I mean… technically, yeah, I-I don’t have to have feelings for everyone I sleep with.”

Tommy sighs and he works on tightening the next screw.

Buck slides forward towards where Tommy is sitting on the floor and leans into his line of sight, gently lifting Tommy’s chin with his thumb and finger. Their eyes meet.

“But you’re not everyone.” Buck hopes Tommy can read the sincerity and vulnerability in his eyes.

Tommy takes in a shaky breath, but he stays quiet letting Buck continue.

“We were together for six months Tommy. Of course I had feelings for you, and I still do. I never stopped. I only said that because I was mad at you.” Buck sits back on his heels, but doesn’t take his eyes away from Tommy.

“You really spent our whole relationship thinking I was into someone else?” Buck asks, difficult as it is. When Tommy doesn’t respond Buck continues. “That hurts, to know that you were keeping something like that from me and that you could think I would ever feel something for someone who isn’t you especially while being with you.”

“I’m sorry, Evan.” Tommy responds, sounding truly remorseful. “I really am. It’s my own insecurities and I should have said something to you about it. There’s a lot of things I wish I had said to you but I just never did because of my own hang ups.”

Tommy sighs as he sets aside the cabinet door he’s working on. Buck can tell he’s steeling himself to say something, so he waits patiently until Tommy speaks.

“You told me I seem so confident, but I’m not. And I was worried that you’d see that and decide you don’t actually want me the way you thought. Which, again, that’s my own issue and one I never dealt with. I probably should, and I definitely should have told you how I was feeling. But instead I let my fears control me and I ran. You have no idea how much I regret that.”

“Probably as much as I regret not stopping you from running. Both that night and the other morning. But I let my insecurities get to me too. I’ve been left before, and I always just let it happen. But I don’t want to lose you again. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since…well technically since we met but especially since you dumped me. I’ve been baking as a coping mechanism. You have no idea how much flour I’ve gone through.”

Buck says it with a smile, which Tommy returns.

“I didn’t realize you missed me that much.” Tommy says, softly. He almost sounds amazed.

“Of course I missed you,” Buck shakes his head in slight exasperation. “I asked you to move in with me because I wanted you around all the time and then suddenly I didn’t have you! It sucked!”

“I’m so sorry, Evan. It sucked for me too.”

“I know. So, let’s fix it. Let’s work on our crap,” Buck reaches for Tommy’s hand and laces their fingers. “Together.”

“Okay,” Tommy says, squeezing Buck’s hand with a smile. “Where should we start?”

“Well,” Buck ventures, “I think you were so concerned about going at my pace, that you didn’t consider that maybe I operate at a quicker speed than you. But Tommy, what you want in a relationship matters just as much as what I want. I don’t want to push you into something you’re not ready for, and I want you to tell me what you’re feeling. Even if I might not like it. A-and I need to work on not letting it get to me and lash out like I did. I really hate that I hurt you, and that I made you think I don’t have feelings for you when nothing could be further from the truth.”

“I know,” Tommy nods, covering their linked hands with his free one. “And I appreciate you apologizing. But I shouldn’t have assumed you had feelings for Eddie beyond those of friendship. And I don’t want you to think it was constantly on my mind. More like a really annoying voice in the back of my head that would pop up every now and then. It’s not even just Eddie; it’s waiting for you to see through the confident facade and realize you deserve someone better.”

“Tommy, you being confident isn’t the only thing I like about you. You’re funny in a really snarky, deadpan, kinda dark sort of way. You’re sweet and considerate. You’re smart. You’re brave. You’re dorky. You’re so many things! And it’s ok that you’re not Mr. Confident, who is? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I hate hearing that you think so low of yourself that you believe I could ever find someone else to have those feelings for. But I get it. From a deeply personal perspective. But I also choose to trust you and your feelings for me. I’d like it if you could do the same for me.”

“I will. Or at least, I’ll work on it. And I’ll work on not running when I get scared and trusting that I can talk to you about these things. It might take me some time to get there, but I’ll try my damndest to do it.”

“You’re good at trying your damndest.” Buck smiles, thinking of the last time Tommy said that and actually managed to come through for Buck, covered in soot and exhausted.

“You’re worth it.” Tommy says with a shrug, like it’s obvious.

Buck’s breath catches and he leans forward to kiss Tommy. Just for a second, a simple press of lips, but it’s perfect.

“So,” Buck asks, feeling nervous despite knowing the answer. “You wanna give us another try?”

“Yes,” Tommy answers immediately. “There’s nothing I want more.”

“Good,” Buck beams at him. “Me too.”

“Good,” Tommy responds, his whole face crinkling with that smile of his.

They finish assembling the island, discussing a few more issues they never really addressed the first time around. Buck tells Tommy about his past experiences with love and Tommy tells him his. They talk about their families, their childhoods, leaving home. It’s as if a floodgate has been opened, and it feels amazing. Being able to just talk about the things they went through and knowing the other will listen and not judge. It slows the process of their project down, as they occasionally stop to focus on each other, but it doesn’t matter. They have time.

When they’re done they look at their finished project and Buck is beaming. They’re standing side by side and Buck raises his hand to high five Tommy.

“Oh, but I’m the dorky one?” Tommy asks with an unimpressed eyebrow raised.

Buck keeps his hand up, his face hurting from his smile. Tommy’s fighting a smile of his own, a fight he loses as he raises his hand to meet Buck’s.

Buck turns his attention back to the island. Tommy picked one out that goes with the rest of the kitchen cabinets and Buck squints playfully at the other man.

“Did you take a picture of my kitchen so you could find the perfect one?” he points an accusing finger at Tommy.

“Evan, your kitchen is white. That’s not that hard to remember.” Tommy rolls his eyes, and it amazes Buck how he can sound both bitchy and fond at the same time. Buck has to kiss him. It’s slow and sweet, but there is a bit of heat behind it.

Buck breaks the kiss to hop up on the island and smirks at Tommy with his tongue between his teeth.

“What do you say we test the sturdiness of it?” Buck waggles his eyebrows seductively at Tommy who snorts a laugh as he stands in between Bucks legs, his hands resting on his thighs. He looks like he’s considering something.

“I want you to know I’m truly sorry for assuming that I knew better than you how you feel and what you want. I did it to you when I left on our first date, telling you that you weren’t ready. I did it when I broke up with you, telling you that you would just end up breaking my heart. And I did it when I assumed you had feelings for Eddie even though you never actually did anything to insinuate that. You don’t deserve to have anyone telling you how you feel. I do trust you, Evan. I trust that you know your feelings and that you mean what you say. And if I ever try to put words in your mouth again, you have to remind me of this moment and what I’m saying and how much I mean it. Deal?”

Buck can feel his eyes stinging and he can see the exact moment Tommy clocks his tears. Concern creeps over the other man’s face.

“Hey,” Tommy reaches up and cradles Buck’s face in his hands, stroking Bucks cheeks with his thumbs.

“Sorry it’s just you have no idea…” Buck takes a steadying breath. “People have been constantly telling me how I should feel, or react, or what I should do. And to have you acknowledge that you did that, and apologize for it, and promise to do better… Tommy that really means a lot to me. Thank you.”

Tommy leans forward and kisses him, gently.

“Of course, baby. You deserve the best, you know that?” Tommy tilts his head down, making sure Buck can see the truth of it in his eyes.

“I have the best,” Buck responds reaching out to hold Tommy by the hips. “You may not think that about yourself right now, but I fully intend on changing that, okay?”

“Okay,” Tommy says.

“Okay. And you deserve the best too.” Buck is determined to make this man care about himself as much as Buck does.

“I have the best.” Tommy parrots, eyes full of warmth.

“I know,” Buck says cheekily.

Tommy snorts out a laugh and they both dissolve into giggles before Tommy captures Bucks lips in a searing kiss.

Later, curled up in bed together Buck goes to the website for the hardware store Tommy got the island from. He finds the exact one and types out his review:

“Very sturdy. Holds up well. 10/10.”

Tommy sighs and shakes his head as he reads what his boyfriend typed. He’s laying on his side facing Buck who is laying on his back next to him. When Buck turns to look at Tommy, he sees nothing but fondness on his face.

“Are you going to leave a review for your new bed frame too?” Tommy asks as he stretches and turns more onto his stomach, pressing his face into the pillow.

“How do you know I got a new bed frame?” Buck asks turning more towards him.

“Doesn’t squeak the same.” Tommy states matter of factly, his words muffled slightly by the pillow.

After a beat, they burst into laughter. Buck scoots closer to Tommy, nudging his way into his space. Tommy turns back onto his side, more than happy to accommodate him. He wraps his arms around Buck and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“We need to thoroughly clean that island before we prep food on it, you know that right?” Tommy says after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Sure, but uh, later,” Buck replies, gently pushing Tommy on his back so he can straddle him. “First, we need to test out my new bed frame again before I can leave that review.”

#911 #fanfiction #bucktommy #911 spoilers #my writing

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fmnxpl · 1 month ago

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Once yours, always yours

Pairing: Bucky barnes x Reader

Warnings: none just a bit spicy towards the end

Summary: you help Bucky get ready for an upcoming Gala to attend.

Word count: 1.0k

A/N: im going to have an absolut fucking field day when the Thunderbolts movie drops and politician Bucky makes a debut guys omg

"Baby".

“Hmmm“

You feel two arms snake around your waist and a head resting on your right shoulder as you stand in front of the stove.

“Why are you up so early, Buck?” you ask, turning off the stove and setting the food aside. You turn around in his arms until you're face to face with him, your hands naturally finding their place—one resting at the back of his neck, the other cradling his cheek. His rough stubble scratches lightly against your fingers.

He smiles at you before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering there as he speaks.

“I have that gala today, remember? Gotta get ready, doll.” “Since when were you so eager for galas? I thought you hated them.”

“I’m not eager. Blame it on Wilson. He’s been on my ass all week—‘Be on time, Buck,’ ‘Let Y/N pick out your suit; your taste is horrible, Buck,’ ‘You need to smile there, Buck.’”,he mimics in Sam‘s voice. You let out a soft chuckle.

“I do pick out the best suits, though. Have you seen that one article?” You reach for your phone, quickly pulling it up. “Top 3 Best Dressed Politicians of All Time—and you’re at number two. I mean, really, I deserve some recognition for being an unpaid stylist.”

You put your phone down and grin up at him.

“You’re not unpaid, baby. I pay you in plenty of ways that don’t require money.” He tilts his head playfully. “Oh, also, if you put your arm in my damn washing machine one more time, Buck, I will throw you and the arm both out," you say, smile still prominent.

"I'm sorry, baby. It's just that the machine really gets into all the crevices and all the little bits and shit," he replies. Shaking your head, you kiss him once more before turning around to grab two plates, plating the food.

After about 30 minutes, the two of you finish eating, and you rush him off, much against his sweet will, to the bathroom to get cleaned up for the gala. “And you’re absolutely sure you don’t wanna come with me, baby?” he asks, striding out of the bathroom, a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips as his body glistens with water droplets from him coming out of the shower, and his hair freshly slicked back.

“I think you forget that you’re sort of famous now, Buck. Showing up at a gala with a girlfriend out of absolutely nowhere will have all your fans rioting, going insane… and it could even tank your performance on upcoming elections.” He groans, rolling his eyes before heading to the bedroom to change.

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Your eyes are glued to your phone as you hear a low and frustrated; “Goddamn it,”.

Your eyes flick to the open bedroom door, watching as he struggles to make his tie look presentable. Before he even gets the chance to ask for help, you’re already making your way toward him.

“You look handsome, baby.”

His eyes meet yours through the mirror as he smiles at you before he turns to stalk over to you near the door. His hands cradle your face, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss. Your arms wind around his waist as the two of you sway side to side in place.

“You sure you don’t need me to stay? I can, whatever you need me for.” You laugh at his desperation.

“No, baby. I don’t need you to stay. I actually do need you to go. You need to make some acquaintances—you’re not exactly the most loved man out there with all the other Politicians.”

You rest your chin on his collarbone, looking up at him.

He sighs and pulls away, turning back toward the mirror. You give him about two minutes of fumbling with his tie before stepping between him and the mirror, taking over. As you lace the two sides of the tie into a neat bow, his phone starts ringing.

“It’s Sam,” he mutters.

“I think you need to go, Buck.”

He sighs as his phone goes silent again. Not even 30 seconds later, it rings once more. His eyes stay trained on you as they flick between both your eyes and your lips. Before he can turn around to grab his phone, you pull him toward you by his tie, pressing your lips to his in a rough yet loving kiss.

His hands are on you instantly, gripping you tightly as he pushes you backward into the mirror. Your hands press against his chest, pushing him back just enough for a breath.

“You really need to go now, Buck. I can hear Sam basically turning into the Hulk outside.”

“I really don’t want to leave.”

“I know.”

You smile as you walk past him toward the front door.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #marvel x reader #marvel #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #fluff #bucky barnes

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sintiva · 1 year ago

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ARMINEEEE pt.2

pt.1 of church boy! armin

his dick practically leaked between the soft pillows of your thighs. the fluffy, burgundy comforter disappeared under the tight clasp of his fingers. it felt like you’ve been milking him for hours ‘n hours but it’s only been ten minutes and he’s came…. one, tw-, three times! “y/nnn, i’m gunnu cum, ughh godddu… again —“ the poor things overstimulated himself to the point where he can’t stop, he doesn’t want to. and you’re not doing much, but the casual stroking and warmth of your body has him hooked in between your thighs. it’s comforting, exponentially better than anything he’s experienced.

when you told him he could touch you however he liked: the first thing he reached for were your cocoa scented thighs and how they rose ‘n fell with each curious imprint he placed upon them. they fluffed and molded under his hands like a pillow. hands down the softest things he’d ever felt. he groped you so eagerly, jaw wide and eyes quivering in awe of how you felt. “their not going anywhere, i promise.” intentions for him to relax only continued his exploration like he was starved. “so you really are a goody two shoes? i figured.”

“no-no, i-i’ve done this kinda thing b-before.” he blushes; bound by his own lies you giggle and he feels his face grow hotter, embarrasment like this hasn’t coursed through his bones since the day his parents took his door “you’re lying to me? that’s no good armin, remember?” your fingers caress his face; he’s hot to the touch. “i-i have!” he’s beyond flustered at this point. he grabs onto your wrist and flashes those pretty, pleading, wet eyes, begging for you to stop teasing him so much. with each passing second they grew wetter just like his… yeah. “you just wasting your time at church huh?”

“so as i was saying…you haven’t there’s no need to lie to me, besides—” you straddle his lap, and he sinks further into the bed, his eyes widen in shock. “you’re getting this excited, wanna put it in me that bad? you wanna fill me up this bad thinkin’ about it?” armin swallows back a moan and bites down hard on his lips; flush from sheer force. you feel his thighs tremble and his grip on your skirt tighten, “why are you getting all wet, min?” your brown eyes flutter one too many times, and his heart sinks into his chest. all the breath in his lungs fans out between his lips. is he being ostracized he can’t tell, but when you glance down at him with that look… as you’re dragging your hips harder along the prominent tent in his pants, you’re making him moan so much louder, “didn’t mean to, i didn’t.” he whines and bucks up into you. this long into the night and he’s writhing,, sniffling uncontrollably and babbling on about how good you’re making him feel. “but i didn’t say you could cum, you have to control yourself armin.”

ouch:( it felt like you were upset with him-well, that came a little too late… and he came bit too early. those super ugly khakis that he wore every wednesday for bible study grew warm and wet right under where you sat. soothing, unpleasant, but more of the former, considering its spread. hot, scorching your skin, blue like the hottest flame—spreading in your stomach. you can’t blame him, you’ve been searching for something like this for a while. “didn’t your mama tell you good boys don’t make messes?” bite. this far into the night your skirts bunched up around your waist, and armin’s losing his mind. he’s tried so hard to apologize for enjoying all this — you letting him do everything he pleases. the same excuse tumbles between his lips, in that sime high pitched whiny voice while a deeper flare of red painted his skin. curiosity settles in your stomach, to think he’s acting like this — and it’s not even sex.

“i’ve….oh’y god - never felt anything like…this — like you—” you can hear the nervousness in his voice, see it in his face. avoiding, your gaze, his eyes shift back and fourth, uncertain of where he can look that won’t expose his innocence. that won’t expose how abundant his joy is. the delicacy in his voice, the slight tremble and strain in it. can’t you tell he’s working so hard to keep it in? but when you grind down so hard on his hips. bend forward to bite down on his lips, and lick them to lighten the sting, he’s cracking bit by bit. he can physically feel every part of his body throbbing and how his lust for you overflows. while your thighs envelop his length, working so hard to squeeze out every drip of cum. his chest falls and that high piles up on him, higher and higher, till it comes crashing down and he’s pumping out another sticky load.

“what are you blaming me for, you’re the one whose fuckin my thighs outta control like a pup.” his moves are sloppy, out of time, uncontrollable. “‘s too much.” bubbles out. his eyes roll to the back of his head, his fingers clamp down onto your thighs. “you don’t wanna keep using me ‘til you’re satisfied?” the hint of sadness embedded into your question deepens his feralness. it hurts so much to keep going; to keep getting consumed by your offers of induction. the ‘keep goings’ and ‘don’t stop, i want you to make yourself feel so good baby’.

“you’ve been hidin’ this big ole thing from me ‘cause of your dumb parents. you’re so mean armin.” words mean everything to this boy. there’s power in every syllable you cast from your mouth. they tug on his resolve, gratifying every action he’s taking. cursing his subordination, his inability to have something like this all the time. his parents fought so hard to “protect” him from all this corruption because, “that girl will land you in trouble, can’t you see we’re trying to do what’s best for you? as your parents? it’s like you don’t care about how you’ll end up, how that reflects on us…”

your words sound better, they don’t sound like you’re degrading him to make yourself feel better. affirmations encouraging all those uncertainties his parents made sure he’d be too inept to act upon. outlining all of his priorities: all the things he could and couldn’t do. truthfully he was tired of it, so letting you have your way with him; in his parents word “corrupting” him felt liberating. this newfound freedom, that his parents warned would leave a stain, felt otherworldly.

“minnn, i want you to put it inside me.” you lift up your legs by the underside of your knees. taken aback, he groans as you fall back onto the bed, thighs spread; your cream white panties were eaten up up by your pussy lips. you pull them to the side, innocently inviting him in. smearing all your mess over your pussy lips then spreading them to reveal your puffy clit. “if you put it inside it’ll feel good.” and he takes the bait. he crawls forward, and his cock twitches. outstretched, nervous; one hand takes place on your knees and the others follows in spreading the pretty girl’s legs who lay in his parents bed with arousal leaking between her ass cheeks. “wanna let you feel something better.”

"i'll teach you how to use it, but it can only be mine, k? he looks so cute and your hearts skipping beats, it's getting so loud that you can barely hear. but as he gets closer to you and begins to line it up, asking questions to make sure what he's doing is okay you hear something. "wait!" your stomach drops and your legs do the same, armin fusses so you plave your fingers against his lips. "there it is." it's faint but you can make out that sound, the eerie beeping of a key pad. the distant notification rings through the house, chime! — disarmed, ready to arm— muffled voices, keys, shoes removed, voices growing louder, creaky floor boards. "you're fucking parents."

the two of you jump up. "fuck, fuck, fuck. armin! you said they weren't coming back til tomorrow! why are they here?" the bed was a fucking mess and armin was frozen while you collected yourself. "i-i don't know." tears stream down his cheeks and he starts to panic, the realization kicks in and he's sobbing. the only thing running through his mind is punishment if his parents catch him, when they catch him and you. the girl, the only girl they've warned him about, together in their room. "they're gonna kill me and i'm never gonna see you again and they're gonna ship me away —you're gonna forget about me an-"

"armin, if you don't stop all that bull shit and listen to me." as you readjust your skirt, you instruct him on what to do in this situation. it hasn't been your first, but you're to old to be worrying about getting caught fucking by old hags "got it?" he's already started pulling the sheets off the bed, you duck into his room tossing things everywhere; pulling drawers open and scattering papers on the floor. he runs the sheets to the laundry and tosses the comforter in first as it was the scene of his crime. the sheets could wait. you dig through some of his drawers, adding to the mess; looking for nothing causing a distraction for him. you pop his window open, the alarm chimes and that tells him he needs to be in his room. it gives you time to hop out while his parents find there way to the back if the house yelling his name, but he'll get there first in enough time to...

"armin robert arlert, you better have good reason for opening your window this late at night, so help me god, before i bolt tha-" his mom's eyes twitch. the back of the house is a complete mess, and armin's jamming to the music filtered through his earbuds as he cleans your mess; the cool breeze of the night sweeping through his room. he's stripped to clean boxers and a white tank top. "what is this?" she wails, hysterical and bitchy as always. "just cleaning, my rooms a mess, ma."

"well fix it. quickly. and my sheets, i didn't tell you to take them off. but thank you." she huffs the last part out, turning on her heel stomping down the hall back to his father.

holy shit. under his breath a sigh that releases all the fear accumulated within the last 5 minutes. we pulled it off. it's hard to hear him, but the earbuds pick up enough his voice for you to decipher the static.

"i told you we would… robert."

"you're a fucking genius, but don't ever call me that again."

"you've got a filfthy mouth, maybe i should've let your momma see how her beloved robert gets down." he smacks his lips and yells a good night, embarrassed again. "who are you talking to?"

#armin x reader #armin x reader smut #armin x black reader #armin x black reader smut #armin arlert #armin smut #armin arlet x reader

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mysterymachine67 · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x M!reader

Summary: Fucking Dean on one of the tables in the bunker.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

The table surprisingly didn’t creak as much as you thought it would. But when it did, the sound matched the hit of your thrusts against Dean. The sound of the table wasn’t the only thing making noise, Dean was spewing out quiet whimpers, loud moans, and groans. All because of you.

Before all of this happened, it was a normal, regular day. Dean and Sam sat at one of the many tables in the bunker, doing their own things while minding their business. You were just coming out of the kitchen, a drink in hand while mumbling about almost dropping something. When you got close enough behind Dean you put your free hand on his shoulder. Moving your thumb back and forth a few times. This went on for at least five minutes before Sam got up and started speaking.

“Alright, I’ll be back,” He announced while shutting his computer. You and Dean looked at him confused. “I have to go pick up another lore book.” He reassured.

“Why would you go do that? We probably have half the books of lore in this place.” Dean spoke. You kept quiet, watching this slowly unfold.

“Well, this one we don’t have. It’s different.” Sam quipped. Dean left it alone, but mumbling a ‘whatever’ under his breath. Once Sam was gone you decided to move a hand in Dean’s hair. Moving your fingers in soothing motions and combing through it. To which he leaned back, melting from the action. After a good few seconds you leaned down. Mouth close to his ear; breath fanning over it.

“How about we do something fun. Hm?” You whispered. Hearing as he sucked in a breath.

“Define fun.”

“Well,” You started. Your hand going from soothing motions to grabbing his hair. It wasn’t a tight hold. Just enough to pull his head back a bit. Your other ran down his shoulder. It brought shivers throughout his body. His cock soon started to grow hard. “How ‘bout fucking you on this table? That sound fun?”

His reaction was all that you needed.

That’s how you guys ended up here. Fucking nasty on one of the tables in the bunker.

“God damnit!” Dean groaned. His hand held yours, gripping a lot more tightly than it normally had before. Well, you couldn’t blame him. Your cock stretched him out and hit his prostate dead on. Practically making him see stars with every one of your thrusts. But hey, he fucking loved it. Your lips pressed kisses along his neck. All the way up to his jaw. You made sure to leave a few hickeys too.

You met his mouth with your lips; pressing a kiss that he’d return back. With your other hand, you ran it down his chest. All the way till you met his weeping cock. Wrapping your hand around it, then slowly starting to move up and down. You heard a gasp—then a quiet whimper. His hips bucked to try and make you go faster. On both parts. Not too long ago your thrusts slowed because you wanted to be a tease. But the thing was you two didn’t have long before Sam came back. It seemed to Dean that you didn’t seem to care.

“Faster, please.” Dean pleaded. Before you slowed your thrusts, he was sure he’d pass out from the pleasure.

“Be patient, Dean.” You say as you thumbed at his tip, spreading the pre around (which was not your intention but it happened anyway). He put his head to the side. Closing his eyes and furrowing his eyebrows slightly. You’re sure you heard a whine in the process.

“Fuck just—“ He began, but he cut himself off with his own groan when you squeezed his cock.

You tried to stop the smile that formed, but failed. “Watch it.” You warned. You would’ve kept teasing, but with the limited amount of time you had, you stopped. So you with your one hand, because Dean will not let go of your other, let go of his cock and instead gripped his hip. You set your pace and rhythm, relishing in the sounds that poured from Dean’s mouth. You let out a moan when he clenched around you. If we’re gonna be honest, you nearly came. You had no shame, he felt to good.

His grip on your hand tightened. The feel of you bullying your cock into him inched him closer to cumming. Grunts and moans sounded the room from the both of you. With just a few more harsh thrusts you came, and so did Dean. You cursed under your breath while he attempted to hide his face. With what exactly? Absolutely nothing.

Anyway, you kept yourself buried inside of him. You leaned down atop of him, moving to kiss him. Dean let go of your hand. Finally. Then wrapped his arms around you. You both breathed heavily, only one of you attempting to control it. Then stayed like this till one of you decided to get up and clean.

—

“Hey, why’s this table so loose?” Sam questioned. It was late at night, and the three of you once again were sat at the same table.

Dean nearly didn’t swallow his drink at the question, and you had to look away. Otherwise you’d laugh.

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seungfl0wer · 10 months ago

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From your 1 prompt list: 9 & 46, can we get smut with Jeongin pls ? :)

*We’re Stuck*

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader (Fem)

Genre: Pure Smut

Warnings: Public(Ish), Swearing, Receiving (M), Dirty Talk, Choking, Orgasm Denial (F), A Touch of Degrading, Unprotected sex and Cream pie (As always)

Listen- I have no clue why but these prompts instantly made me think of elevator sex- don’t ask me why but it did lol. I hope you enjoy this also thank you for requesting (thank you for requesting jeongin too) Prompts: 9 “I think we are stuck” and 46 “What do you think you’re doing?” From my Prompt list HERE and My Second Prompt List HERE.

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You both rounded the corner to the hotel you were staying at. Jeongin was in a mood and could you really blame him? You two had just left an after party where you had been mercilessly teasing him all night. It started with you “accidentally” grazing his crotch, too full on grinding on him as you sat on his lap. Everytime he tried to take you somewhere to have some alone time you’d make an excuse as to why you couldn’t.

As you two headed to the elevator pressing the 9th floor button Jeongin spun you around kissing you deeply as his hand found its way to cup your face. He pulled away quickly leaving you whining as he reached for the buttons. He pushed the emergency button that stopped the elevator he turned to you with the most devilish smile plastered across his face. Your eyes went wide freaking out a bit cause you hated elevators.

“Babe please I know I was teasing you today but”you said before he cut you off with a hungry kiss. He pushed you against the wall pressing himself in between your legs he smiled against your lips before letting out a teasing “oh no I think we’re stuck.”

Before you could say anything back his lips were smashing into yours again, his tongue darting into your mouth as both of yours and his wrestled for dominance. He took one hand grabbing both of yours and holding them above your head by your wrists. He quickly trained kisses to your neck biting softly at the soft skin. He rolled his hips against you garnering him a moan. “You wanna tease me all day and act like I’m not gonna do something about it?” He said against your skin. He bit down a little harder as he brought his hand up to grab your face to look at him.

“You brought this onto yourself babe” he hissed out moving his hand from your face to your pants. He quickly slipped his hand in rubbing your heat through your panties. “Mmm baby’s already so wet for me huh? You’re a whore for me aren’t you sweetie” he said as he started moving his fingers in small circles against your clit. “Gonna ruin you before we get to our room, after we get in the room and all night till morning baby.”

His pace on your nub was agonizingly slow, you bucked your hips towards him trying to get more friction “ah you’re like a dog in heat” he teased. “How about you make like a good little dog and get on your knees for me.” He spat his voice deep. You nodded whining as he removed his hand but quickly getting down for him.

Jeongin unbuckled his jeans pulling his pants and boxers down letting his hard cock spring forward. He grabbed the base of it and brought it to your lips “this what you want sweetie? You wanted my cock so bad huh?” He said smacking it on your tongue, you quickly nod seeing the smug grin across his face appear you knew you were in for it.

He lifted your head up slightly to make you look at him “open wide for me” and you happily did so. Jeongin slowly pushed the tip into your mouth letting out a low groan. “Gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” He said moving some hair outta your face. “Mhmm let me make you feel good.” You replied back garnering you a smirk. Jeongin quickly pushed himself into your mouth as far as he could before he started to move. He put his hand at the back of your head as he quickly fucked into your mouth.

You could feel the tear prick at your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. “Aaah fuck babe.” He groaned out “touch that pretty cunt for me yeah? Keep it all nice and wet for me so I can fuck it good hmm?” He cood. You listened to his every word your hand slowly creeping down your body you took your pants and panties off as you started to play with yourself. Between you sucking your beautiful man off and you touching yourself you could feel yourself unraveling.

You moaned around his cock speeding your pace up as you played with you little bud. Jeongin smirked pulling out of your mouth, a long string of spit following. “Up” he said as he pulled you up to him. He lifted you up pushing your body against the wall again. Everything was happening so fast you had no time to react before he was pushing himself deep into you.

“Fuck!” You screamed out wrapping your arms around him. Jeongin started to fuck hard into you like some sort of feral animal. He reached a hand down to play with you. “My babies such a mess aren’t they?” He said as he leaned down to kiss you just as ferally as he was fucking you. He pumped deep inside of you feeling every little inch of him. You gripped onto his back hard digging your nails in gaining a moan from him.

“Yeah, fuck, dig your nails in. Make marks on my back baby!” He groaned out he could feel your high coming your walls tightening around him you were about to come before he pulled out the emptiness made you almost cry. “What do you think you’re doing hmm?” He said looking down at you “I don’t think I said you could cum yet or even at all today.” He stated. “I’m sorry pl- please, I need you I-“ you choked out trying to pull him back.

“No cumming till I say got it!” He hissed hands coming to grab your face. You nod quickly your high already ruined “good girl” he said before pushing himself back into you. “Fuck baby, you look so fucked out. So desperate for me to pound you. So desperate to cum.” He said his pace becoming lazier. He latched himself to your neck again a hand coming down to play with your cunt.

“Fuck y/n I’m close” he said moving his hips in circles. The way he was moving it was hitting every and all spots and he knew it. His hand coming up from you cunt to perfectly fit around your neck. Squeezing it softly as he let out such a heavenly moan right against your ear. “Jeongin!” You cried out digging your nails back into him. Leaving scratch marks all over his back which will sure get him teased by the boys. His body started to stutter as he ran ran his other hand back to your heat moving it faster than before “please can I- can I cum” you said desperately “cum with me sweetie” he groaned out.

With a few deep movements you were cumming, your walls making him cum milking every last drop from him. “Fuck.” You said softly both of you panting trying to catch your breaths. He look at you pulling his pants up as you did the same. Your legs were so weak though you felt like you were gonna fall. Jeongin kissed you softly “better get those up.” He said smirking as he pushed the button to let the elevator start again.

Your eyes went big as you quickly buttoned them your face blushing as it stopped at a floor picking up an elderly couple. You could feel the cum dripping into your panties. Jeongin leaned down at you “y/n don’t think we are done. I meant what I said earlier. Round two as soon as we get through our doors.” He said his voice soft enough the others couldn’t hear. You gulped realizing you fucked up and wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning.

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sansaorgana · 1 year ago

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Please can you write a Buck x reader where he's really protective of her while she's pregnant? I think he'd be SO attentive and constantly making sure she's okay

hello! 🤰🏻🤰🏾 thank you for your request 💕 I think he'd be the best daddy and very involved in the pregnancy unlike most men back then 😊

I had to currently close the requests because I got so many so I'm working on them atm 🙏🏻

You reached above your head to grab a box on the top shelf of the wardrobe. It was no easy task, especially now when you were six months pregnant and you felt much heavier and slower. However, you didn’t want to ask Buck for help because he was busy reading a book downstairs. You didn’t want to bother him with something so silly.

You managed to grab the edge of the box as your tongue stuck out a little out of effort. You pulled the box closer and lost the grasp of it. You could only watch it hit the ground as you quickly took a step aside to avoid being hit with it. A loud thumping sound echoed all over the bedroom as you sighed and watched all the photographs from the box scattered all over the floor.

The door opened rapidly, which startled you.

“Gee, Buck, I had no idea you could be that fast,” you chuckled, trying to crouch down to collect the photographs.

Your husband was a few shades paler as his eyes were widened. He approached you and grabbed you by your shoulders, making you straighten your back. You furrowed your brow at him.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded.

“Something fell down. I was scared it was you,” he admitted as his eyes scanned you up and down as if he didn’t believe your assuring words.

“I’m fine, Buck. It was the box. I tried to reach for it,” you told him.

“You should have called for me,” his tone was serious, nearly scolding. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t want to bother you. But now, when you’re here… You can help me to pick them up,” you proposed and Buck nodded without a word. Always eager to help and making sure you don’t overwork yourself even if it was a task as easy as this one.

He handed you the empty box and sat you down on the edge of your bed before crouching down and picking up the photographs. He was handing you them one after another and you could watch with a gentle smile all the beautiful memories that were there.

“What did you even need that box for?” He asked.

“I felt a little sentimental,” you told him as your lips curled into a smile at the sight of your wedding picture.

“Next time you feel a little sentimental, you call for me to help you,” Buck muttered to himself. He wasn’t really angry but you could hear his nervousness, still scared for you even though nothing had happened.

“You know, I got used to doing everything on my own,” you carelessly commented as you placed the picture inside the box and reached your hand out for another one. But there was none, so you lowered your eyes to meet your husband’s gaze. He was staring at you with his beautiful blue eyes but they were suddenly filled with pain and guilt.

“I’m sorry I left you for such a long time. I never meant to,” he whispered.

“Oh, Gale, baby, I didn’t mean it this way…” You bit on your lower lip and held his hand to pull him closer. He sat up on the bed next to you, clumsily – which was unusual for him. He put his arm around you and hid his face in the crook of your neck. “I don’t blame you for that, love. I’m glad you came back to me, doesn’t matter how long it took,” you assured him as you caressed the back of his head. “What I’m saying is, I learnt how to be independent. And sometimes…” You hesitated, not sure if you should finish the sentence. “And sometimes I forget you’re back home,” you finally added and took a deep breath in. “I’m upstairs, doing something and a noise from the living room startles me… Only then I remember that my husband is back with me,” you turned your head to place a kiss upon his forehead.

Buck looked up and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the tears welled in his eyes. You cupped his face to caress his scars gently and you gazed back at him, hoping he could see all the love in your own eyes, because words seemed to only make it worse.

He was home for nearly a year now but it took time to accept his presence once again. Just like it had been difficult to accept his absence after his departure.

“Here, can you feel it?” You quickly grabbed his hand and put it on your swollen bump as the baby inside you moved. You smiled at your husband through your tears and saw his face lighten up again. “I can’t wait for the nurse to hand you Baby Cleven. You’re going to be an amazing daddy,” you told him.

“Only time can tell,” Buck sighed.

“No, I just know it, baby,” you assured him. “Just like you’re an amazing husband,” you added. “Now, hand me the rest of the pictures and let’s just put that box away, hm?” You encouraged him and he nodded before leaning in to peck your lips and then moving back to the carpet to give you the rest of the scattered photographs.

Once you were done with it, you went downstairs with Buck and walked into the kitchen since it was time to prepare the supper.

“I’ll do it,” Gale insisted.

“I’m pregnant, not sick,” you chuckled. “I can handle making my husband a sandwich. I like taking care of you,” you shook your head and approached the counter to take the bread out but Buck followed you.

“Let me help at least,” he put his hands on his hips, completely lost at what to do.

“It is not complicated, Major Cleven. You just slice bread and put whatever you want on top,” you laughed. “Well, you can make tea if you really want to do something,” you nodded at him and he smiled.

As eager to help as a child wanting to assist their mother. You found it adorable in a way, or perhaps those were your hormones speaking.

“You know,” Buck started suddenly, “I’m reading that book about babies and I am really worried about some things.”

“You what?” You stopped slicing the bread for a moment as you froze and looked at him in disbelief. A slight blush on his cheeks was making your heart swell.

“I’m reading a book about babies. The one for fathers that was recommended by the doctor,” he explained.

“It was only a recommendation, baby. You’re probably the only man who actually bought it,” you laughed lovingly at him. All your friends who had been lucky to get pregnant before you, had been telling you many stories about their husbands not wanting to participate in anything baby-related. And here he was, your dear husband, Major Gale Cleven… Who had actually bought a book about babies recommended by a doctor. “You’re one in a million, baby. Just reminding me every day why I love you,” you quickly caressed his arm just in case you had embarrassed him accidentally with your reaction. “What were you worrying about?”

“There are just so many things that can go wrong. And it’s scaring me,” Buck admitted quietly, avoiding your gaze. “Things beyond my control. I can try my best and still not be able to prevent them from happening.”

“That’s what life is like, my dear. I thought you’d know it by now,” you hugged him and caressed his back. “But we’re together in this. We can do it. And the things that are beyond our control… Well, they’re beyond our control. We shouldn’t worry about them now. Why focus on the bad things?” You tried to cheer him up.

“What if I lose you?” He asked, his voice breaking.

“You won’t, I promise,” you took a step back to look into his eyes.

“You can’t promise me that,” Buck bit on his lower lip as his jaw clenched; all in effort to stop himself from crying again.

“You couldn’t promise me either. When you were going to Europe, you promised you would be back. But how could you know that? I remembered what one of my friends had told me. Them pilots die like flies, she said. But I refused to listen to her because you…” You put your hand on his chest. “You gave me a promise. And I know my man doesn’t break his word,” you looked up with a gentle smile.

“And…” Buck cleared his throat. “And the little one?” He asked, nearly naively. You chuckled softly and placed his hand on your bump again. The baby moved as if they knew they had been addressed.

“The little one promises to be alright, too, daddy,” you assured your husband. “Now, let’s make these sandwiches, mummy’s hungry,” you bopped him on the nose.

Buck was watching you sitting on the edge of the bed and putting a lotion on your legs, belly and arms. Pregnant or not, he loved to admire you as you were performing your little rituals. When you were done, you laid back on the pillows and sighed.

“Can you imagine that in three months we’ll have Baby Cleven with us?” You asked with a soft smile.

“No,” he admitted in a whisper. “Truth to be told, I can barely believe you’re my wife.”

“Don’t be daft,” you caressed his hair. “Come here, tell us a goodnight story?” You proposed and Buck nodded as he lowered himself to place a kiss on your bump and lay his head next to it. He put his arms around your waist and closed his eyes, savouring the sweet and intimate moment.

“Which story, love?” He asked, gently caressing your bump.

“The one about a princess waiting for her knight to come back from the war?” You asked. It was a story Buck had made up some time ago for your little baby, which was supposed to reflect the story of your child’s parents. But he was still working on the details, changing the plot here and there each time he was telling this story. You liked it not only because it was about the two of you but also because it was giving you a feeling of creating something together for the baby already. Even though Baby Cleven still needed three more months to grow under your heart, you already felt like a real family. There was not a day passing by when you were not grateful for your husband being so involved in the whole process.

“I thought you’d be sick of that story by now,” Buck chuckled.

“No, I will never be sick of it,” you assured him as your fingers brushed through his golden hair. “And I hope Baby Cleven will want to listen to it every day, too.”

“I highly doubt that,” Buck muttered with his face pressed to your bump, kissing it one more time.

“We’ll make up another story then. And then another. And another. I’m sure we’ll come up with dozens of amazing ones. We can make it a family tradition. What do you think?” You asked and he looked up at you. You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful he was at that moment, with his eyes filled with love and admiration, letting himself be vulnerable and soft in your arms.

“I think it’s a beautiful idea,” he nodded.

“Wait, let me grab a notebook,” you reached out to the bedside table to get a notepad and a pen. “Let’s start writing them down.”

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leqonsluv3r · 1 year ago

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insatiable

— leon and you begin a relationship and find yourselves infatuated with each other, a blurb

contains nsfw content, 18+, MDNI

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ever since you and leon admitted your feelings for each other, things had been different for you.

certain things had changed.

you found yourself more insatiable then normal, so did he. it definitely wasn’t just you, you both found yourselves barely leaving the bedroom in the honeymoon stage of your relationship.

it was like you both were hungry for each other, hungry for each others bodies like oxygen. it wasn’t normal but the affect you had on each other, it wasn’t just normal either.

like now, in the dregs of post-sex bliss, you both were laying in his bed in his apartment. your t-shirt was his and found a home on your body, laying with him in his rumpled blue sheets of his king sized bed.

limbs entangled and smalls snores leaving you both. you knew that in the waking of the night, you’d both find each other again. with your hands, your mouths and your bodies.

neither of you could help it, you were both addicted to each other now like junkies needing a fix. you wanted to blame him but you couldn’t, he was handsome. you were only human after all.

so when you both wake up in the morning, act like a normal couple for a bit, then it’s back to him ravaging you in bed. you didn’t even care either how he degraded you in the midst of all of it. you knew his respect for you ran deep, that much was aware.

but in these moments, like now, when your sat on his cock and he’s fucking into you…all of the respect is gone and only love and lust remain.

“pretty little pussy is squeezing me baby, christ.” he groans out, his hands are on your hips and he’s fucking himself up into you while you just sit on his lap and take it. “uhh…” is all you can respond, your fucked out this point and he’s practically splitting you in two.

your thoughts are only of him and his cock pounding up into you as your thighs hug his lap. you bury your head into his shoulder and whine. “poor little baby, can’t handle all this cock.” he manages to get out in between groans.

the only sounds in the room are your conjoined heavy breathing and his thighs slapping up against your ass, his hands burning brands into your hips to keep you in place while he uses you like a cock sleeve.

you moan in response and flutter around his dick on instinct, squeezing him a little. “oh? you like that, you like taking my big cock, baby?” he teases in your ear, one of his large hands coming down to squeeze your ass. his hips buck a little faster into you and start hitting that spot over and over.

“yes, like…your cock…” your words make no sense as you practically drool on his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life as he keeps fucking up into you. “i know you do, your a little slut for my cock…” he groans as he fists one hand on your ass and the other on your hip.

you whine loudly and your pussy flutters around him again at the degradation, letting it go straight to your core. he knows that your falling apart because of him, he knows he’s the only one that’s ever made you feel this hungry.

he’s trying to not let it go to his head, or his cock.

but he can’t help it, he’s bouncing you like your a fuck toy on his lap and your eating every bit of it up. “oh shit, fuck…baby…” he’s groaning and he smacks your ass cheek, squeezing the reddened flesh beneath his hands.

you squeeze around him again, your eyes practically pooling with tears as he abuses your sore pussy with his cock. you don’t even care anymore, too high on bliss and the feeling of euphoria that only him pleasuring you can do.

“made to take cock, made to be a good little cock slut.” he mumbles into your neck with another smack to your ass as he keeps thrusting his hips up into you over and over. you just whine and nod against his shoulder in response, your pussy tightening around him again.

he slips his hand around to the tight little ring of muscle, causing you to whine as he circles your asshole with his thumb. “maybe i’ll plug both your holes, keep you full and needy for me.” he hums through a groan. your body practically vibrating at the insinuation.

“please…” you whimper into his shoulder pathetically, his hand on your ass lightly smacking it again and his thrusts going deep and slower now. edging and teasing you in the way that makes your skin feel like it’s on fire.

“oh? really? you’d like that?” you can practically hear the smirk through his strained words in your ear, his deep and rough timbre vibrating through you like your nearing orgasm.

you moan and nod into his shoulder in response. he clicks his tongue, “whatever baby wants, baby gets.” he brings his thumb up to his mouth, licking on it and sucking it and spitting on it a little before he brings it back down to your asshole.

you almost scream in pleasure when he inserts his thumb into your ass, double penetrating you on his cock and thumb. you feel like you could die happily right there, filled with all of him.

you don’t even care how fucked out you must look, not when it feels so good to have him filling you up in both holes. “such a needy little slut, always needing my cock and fingers.” he mumbles into your ear with a small nip to your earlobe.

the hand on your hip is keeping you steady again as he starts thrusting into you faster, your arousal combined with his is lewd, echoing throughout his bedroom.

“gonna cum…” you manage to moan in between his rapid thrusts up into you, making you whimper and almost scream. you felt drool leak out of your lips and your eyes roll back a little. he thrusts his thumb deeper into your ass at the same time as he thrusts deep inside of you.

he hits that spot that almost makes you see stars, “good girl, such a good little slut…cum for me baby.” he rambles as he feels himself get closer. that band inside the both of you about to snap at each other’s movements.

all it takes is a couple more thrusts of his hips up into you for you to fall apart, clenching on his thumb and his cock as you moan loudly. he groans as he feels you come and he continues fucking you through it, driving your shaking body into overstimulation.

“too much…” you whine as you grip at his shoulders, your eyes squeezing shut. he keeps moving his hips up into you, chasing his own orgasm. “it’s okay, baby, i’m close. you can take it.” he presses a sloppy kiss to your ear.

you tremble and shake as he keeps thrusting up into you, you feel his muscle tense and then warmth floods your lower belly. your head resting on his shoulder and his thumb leaving your ass. he presses kisses on the side of your temple and down to your ear.

“good girl…good girl.” he murmurs into your hair, rubbing a hand along your bare spine in smoothing caresses. his cock still twitching a little inside of you. your body slumping into his on exhaustion from your previous love making.

you sigh in content, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck while he rubs on your spine. giving you love and aftercare even though you were still full of him, full of his come now.

you felt so full of his love and you hoped the honeymoon phase never ended, not once. you wished, selfishly that you could stay like this forever and be with him like this every moment of every day. even though you both knew better then that.

but the insatiable act of you two being together was one of the many reasons why you loved him so much. it was all of it, him and the way he treated you. he loved you for who you are, and you did him.

so even if you both fucked like rabbits, it was only proof that you two trusted each other enough to go to those places with each other.

because you both were truly insatiable for each other.

and that was enough for the both of you because you would never get enough of each other.

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coqvttes · 2 years ago

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୨୧― leon k. can’t keep my hands to myself

୨୧˚ synopsis: even if it means he turns up to the station late, rookie leon just can’t leave for work without satisfying his needy girl can he..?

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, p in v, finger-sucking, petnames, some aftercare, nipple-play, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!leon, marking, creampie, softie leon, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 1.8k

leon had only just started his job, and yet almost every day, he is late to work. always turning up at the station in a rush, hair in an absolute state, uniform messy. and who’s to blame? you. his needy girlfriend, who just can’t get enough of him.

and today he was definitely going to be late. as the sun, shining through the curtains, illuminating leon as he got ready to go to the station, he woke up late this morning. he really tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake you from you sleep, wanting you to get some rest. but his shuffling stirred you awake either way, and you didn’t really mind, you enjoyed watching him get ready. but you were enjoying yourself a bit too much. seeing him walk around the apartment shirtless was entertaining, but it also got you wet. he hadn’t noticed you were awake and he was just about to grab his keys but there you were, yawning as you sat up on the bed, pouting at him.

“leonn, don’t go just yet,” you plead. upon hearing your voice calling out to him, he turns around, lets out a low chuckle at your cute face, and walks over to where you sit on the edge of the bed before he cups your cheek, thumb caressing you tenderly. you nuzzle into his hand, and he smiles at your antics.

“baby, you know i don’t want to, but i’ll be late for work again. i got in trouble last time, you know?” he reasons as he raises a brow. but you know he’s not actually mad, and he shows you by leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead as if to make up for having to go to work.

“pleeease, don’t wan’ you to go yet,” you whine as he stands back up. you grab his hand and tug him towards you.

“i’ll be-” you interrupt him as you bring his hand to your mouth and kiss his palm. you start peppering kisses over his fingers before taking one in your mouth, sucking it gently as you gaze up at him. leon’s breath hitches as he takes in the sight, his pants straining while he tries to maintain his composure. he feels really bad. the last thing he wants to do is leave you on your own and go to work; he'd rather stay in with you. you let go of his finger with a pop, shuffling further into the bed as you lean back against the soft pillows. giving him that look that he just can’t deny.

“the bed is colder without you to keep me warm, leon..” he stood still, unsure of what to do, but felt himself harden slightly at your words. surely he could spare a few minutes to satisfy his girl, because he can’t turn up to work with a hard on, could he?

he climbs onto the bed in front of you. he slides his right hand slowly up your thigh to the waistband of your sleep shorts. he smirks as he dips his fingers into your shorts when he feels the wetness over your clothed cunt.

“so wet for me, aren’t ya?” he groans, and you buck up into his hand when he rubs your clit over the cotton of your panties. he smiles at your reaction.

“you’re so beautiful, you know,” he whispers.

“take it off, leon,” you beg, your eyes gazing into his ocean blue ones. your lips parted slightly because of how much you wanted to kiss him right now.

“say please, baby,” he teases when he notices your impatience. he pulls on your panties slightly before letting it snap back gently against your cunt and you whine.

“please leon. wan’ you to stop teasing me,” you cry. he smiles before slipping off your shorts and panties. he pushes himself up a bit to kiss you passionately, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in a little closer. you kiss him back fervently while his rough hands sneak up under your cute top, and he groans softly into your mouth when he feels your nipples harden under his gentle touch. he teases your sensitive nipples, pinching, twisting, and toying with them until you can’t help but mewl into his mouth.

“p-please,” you beg pathetically, arching your back and pushing your chest up into his hands. you wriggle your lower body closer to him, pressing against his clothed dick.

“you’re such a good girl, aren’t ya, always asking so nicely,” he coos before he pushes your top over your tits and leans down to kiss the valley between your breasts. he envelopes your nipple in his hot mouth and coats it in his saliva, kissing it tenderly. he smiles when you let out a soft moan. he sits back up on his knees and pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. he pulls them down along with his briefs, just under his cock.

you can't help but let out a moan when he finally pulls his dick out, oozing out pre-cum. gosh he wants you just as much as you want him so badly. you reach out your small hand to pump him a few times. he groans softly before replacing your hand with his, sliding it up and down, then guiding himself towards your leaking entrance. he grabs both of your legs and wraps them around his waist. you lock them tightly around him, keeping him as close to you as possible.

“my good girl,” he whispers when his tip presses against your wet slit before sliding in slowly. you moan out and reach for him desperately. he leans down closer and kisses you lovingly. you're moaning as he pushes his length in deeper until he finally bottoms out. the stretch always hurts a bit. you hold your breath unknowingly as you try to relax around him. he notices you tense up and comforts you.

“just breathe, baby,” he whispers comfortingly as his thumb rests on your bottom lip, parting it slightly. he stays like that for a few seconds, kissing and sucking your neck to let you adjust to his size, before you manage to ask him to move. he smiles before he pulls out and pushes in slowly. you gasp at the sudden pleasure, and your hands fly up to grasp onto his broad shoulders tightly as he continues to fuck you in a perfect rhythm. he holds eye contact with you for a few moments before you dip your head into his neck, kissing and marking him up, causing him to moan loudly. you smile at his reaction. you always adore how you can make a strong man like leon crumble for you. you look at the dark mark appearing on his neck, satisfied. but you're snapped out of your trance when a particular thrust hits your sweet spot and you whimper. your warm cunt squeezes around him so perfectly, and he lets a moan slip out, his pace speeding up slightly.

the pleasure continues to build up, and the pain begins to fade away completely. your eyes are shut as you get lost in the ecstasy, giving leon full control to make you feel good. “f-faster!” you whine, and he obliges as always, quickening his pace, thrusting in and out of you, grunting in pleasure. he loves it when you get needy for him like this. knowing that only he can get you all worked up and desperate. he pushes in and out of you, and it just feels so good that he simply can’t hold back his low whimpers and moans. but you love it so much. love the sounds you can pull from him in these intimate moments, and it’s just the same for him too. he loves the little noises you make. those whimpers and little gasps. he could get off on them alone. (oh he has before...)

leon pounds into your cunt, whispering dirty words in your ear that he knows you love, and you look him right in the eyes. your fingers tug and tangle in his blonde hair. he can tell you’re close by how high-pitched your moans are, and his fingers move down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it gently in circular motions. you mewl softly as the pleasure begins to get overwhelming and your fingers slide up to your chest toy with your nipples, adding more stimulation, and you begin to feel your orgasm approaching. he nearly cums at the sight of you making yourself feel good like that, but he does his best to hold back, wanting you to finish first as always.

you feel the pleasure taking over you, and with a moan of his name, your climax washes over you, your legs closing around him tight, pulling him flush against your chest, and he leans down to kiss you hard. your arms drape over his neck. his orgasm approaches, and he lets out a loud, broken moan. his thrusts are losing rhythm as you feel his warm cum fill you up. he smiles down at you and presses his lips against yours softly.

you’re practically panting as he sits back up, kissing your knees before he’s pulling out of you slowly, and you whine at the loss of his warmth. he smiles at that before he gets up to retrieve a cloth from the bathroom before coming back to wipe you down. he always takes such good care of you; even when he's late for work, he never fails to make sure you're okay. sliding your panties back on and patting your cunt gently, he notices your pout.

“come on, princess, let me see that smile,” he says. you don't give in and continue to pout at him. in an attempt to make you smile, he starts to tickle your side, and you squirm in the bed, giggling wildly and smacking his hands away. he grins triumphantly. he chuckles, “i gotta get to work now." he gets off the bed and grabs his shirt that he tossed to the floor earlier and slips it back on over his head, pulling it down and covering up his toned abs that you desperately yearn to get a glimpse of again. he picks up his car keys from the bedside table that's beside you and leans down to press a quick kiss on your forehead.

"i promise i will take care of you tonight, angel," he says as he turns to face you from the door. you smile as you take in his messy yet handsome appearance just as he was leaving, his hair disheveled, his flyer unzipped, and a dark hickey blooming on his neck that he had yet to notice. oh dear, he was definitely getting into trouble at the station today...

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