#and i say this while cupping his beautiful bearded cheeks

[angelltheninth]

Corrupted!Jayce + Reunion Sex

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, reunited and it feels so good, hair-pulling (for Jayce), size difference, cunnilingus, injured!Jayce, feral!Jayce

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A/N: This is all your fault @multi-fandom-imagine, I love you.

He collapsed against you the moment you hugged him, his hands clinging to your clothes, his body failing him but he kept pushing himself to get home to you

Even though his lips are cracked and shaking he still kisses you with everything he's got

With a groan he carries you to the bed, your smaller body bouncing off the bed before he stills you with strong hands

There's no time to tell you where he's been, he knows he doesn't have much time to spare as is so he will make the most if it

Something is different about him, he seems different from the Jayce you knew, he was the same yet not

Not even the way he touched you was the same

It was very rushed, desperate, needy, full of lust as his hands pealed off your clothes, his hands mapping your body like he hadn't had you for years

"I can't explain. There's no time. But... I need you... I need you right now and I... I feel like I'm losing my mind. But you're here, you're real, I can feel you. I need to feel all of you, babe."

Jayce almost starts crying when he sees you naked

His cock was hard before that even happened

Before he didn't have the time or energy to pleasure himself, it was the farthest thing from his mind, all he thought of was how to survive, how to get back

Now all he wants is to feel your pussy around his cock again

He almost starts drooling when he sees how wet you are

As his hands cup your ass cheeks he raises your pussy to his mouth, kissing, lapping, fast, sloppy movements with his tongue and lips

There is none of that slow build up or teasing you're used to from him

"How can I wait? I've waited for so long. Missed your taste, your moans, your body, your perfect little cunt. So desperate for me to fill it. I know beautiful, I know. I want you too. Just let me have this for a while longer."

As he licks into you your hands go to his hair, pushing the messy locks, noting how much longer his hair is now

His moan travels from your clit up your spine and to your brain

You feel his beard scratching your inner thighs while Jayce tries to get you closer, impossibly closer

Doesn't let you get away from him until he feels your thighs clamp down around his head and fall over his shoulders

He doesn't wipe your pussy juices off his face, he's frantically lining his cock up with your hole and thrusting the full length into you

You moan in unison as he stretches your hole open, you should be used to that feeling by now but it always makes your eyes roll back, the thickness of him so much better than your fingers

Jayce growls and huffs as he grabs your hips and ruts into you, not holding back, the pace almost painful, you can't even understand what he's saying anymore, he's already getting pussydrunk on the feeling of your inner walls squeezing his cock

"That's it, that's my girl, that's the cunt I remember. Feeling so good. Ah, I love you, please know that, no matter what I do, no matter what I've done, I love you! I want... I always wanted a family with you. I couldn't say it before but now I want you to know. Can I... can I come inside of you? Just... want you be mine, want to get you pregnant, want to... I'll do it... fuck a gods damn baby into you!"

Even as he was rambling, his eyes staring into yours, tears all but spilling down his face he still held you close

It was true that you never talked about having a family

But it was clear that what ever he experianced put some things into perspective for Jayce

His hips smacked into yours with raw lust, his balls full and desperate to be emptied, his cock twitching every time your pussy squeezed around it

Jayce hisses as he bends his injured leg to fuck you harder, ramming his cock so deep into your pussy

The flash of pain is quickly followed by pleasure as he finishes, his cock pushed all the way inside of you, his hands leaving marks on your hips as you're filled up with warm seed

He doesn't stop, as he feels your cunt spasming around him and your nails scratching down his back he gets going again, his warm breath coming out fast and ragged

There's nothing in his head except the need, the thought of making sure you're thoroughly breed before he leaves the room

[buckyalpine]

Mob Bucky likes his innocent date ft smut

Sigh. I wanted this to be wholesome but it’s horny instead I’m sorry. Might delete tbh. Imagine devilishly gorgeous mob Bucky getting joy out of making his shy date flustered til she’s tripping on her words and unable to speak. He got Steve to find him a date for an event in the evening, uninterested in having to actually find one for himself. He just wants a pretty thing on his arm that he could maybe fuck at the end of the night. Between busy schedules and mob work, Steve doesn’t find anyone so he scrambles to the last person he can think of.

His sisters best friend.

You’re not at all what he was expecting.

He walks down the long staircase in his all black suit, beard trimmed, his cologne intoxicating, coking an eyebrow when he sees the shy thing waiting for him that he’s supposed to go with.

You nearly squeak when he stands before you, too nervous to say anything, your heart running a million miles a minute, knowing exactly who the very James Barnes was. You had no business being here, you were doing this for Steve.

“Hi” you whisper, and Bucky can’t help but smirk at the way you keep tugging at your dress, not meeting his eyes, tipping your chin up to meet his wolfish expression.

“You must be Y/n” he doesn’t let go of your face, noting the goosebumps that now cover your exposed skin from your plunging dress. He doesn’t say much else, letting you squirm, quite enjoying himself.

You want to tell him he looks good, be the confident woman he probably expected to have, exuding grace and poise but you bite your lip instead, nearly whining when he lets go of your chin.

“Y-you um. You look b-beautiful” you finally stutter out, your face burning under his amused gaze.

“Is that so Bambi?” He smirks, cocking his head while you fidget with your fingers. “Hmmm. No one’s called me that before” he chuckles, taking your arm in his and leading you to the limo parked outside.

Your skin is so soft, you smell so sweet and for the first time ever, he doesn’t want to ravage his date to bits. Not when you’re such a soft precious thing.

The night goes well as you grow more and more comfortable with him. He dotes on you the entire time, not letting you lift a finger. He can’t help but take care of you, not letting anyone else near his precious little Bambi.

By the end, he wants to take you home safely like a gentleman but he wants more. And he knows you do too. He can see it in the way you look at him with such longing, nuzzling into his side further and further in the back of the limo.

You’re practically on his lap now, desperately wishing he’d just have his way with you without toy having to say anything but he’d never let that happen.

“What is it Bambi” he whisperers when you squeeze your thighs together, hiding you face in his neck. Your hand trails from his tie to his belt buckle, too embarrassed to go any lower.

“Oh you poor thing” he coos, bringing and pressing your hand on top of his erection, your shaky hands rubbing his bulge like a needy kitten, “do you want my cock baby, s’that it? My Bambi needs her cock?”

“Mhm” you whine, clinging onto him when the limo pulls up to his house, his thick arms wrapping you up and taking you right to his room with no second guesses.

When he gets you into bed, all his animalistic tendencies go out the window, holding back how badly he wants to pounce on you and ravish you like the cute little bunny you are, trapped in the wolfs den. Your gown has been thrown off, lingerie ripped to bits, laying on his bed as he crawls on top of you, his thick, leaky cock bobbing between his legs.

“Are you sure you want this Angel” he checks in with you first, cupping your cheek and swiping his thumb across your pouty lip.

“W-want you” you whisper, shakily reaching down to grasp his cock, swallowing nervously. “I just- I don’t-“

“You don’t have to be scared bunny” he kisses your cheek, placing his hand on top of yours, guiding your strokes. “I’ll teach you how to play with my cock baby”

You tighten your grip, tugging him to where you need him most and he can’t hold back much longer, he’s trying to hard but you makes it impossible.

“Fuck Bambi” he groaned feeling his tip run against your soaked cunt, holding back frok shoving himself in you “keep doing that and I’ll lose control baby”

“Lose control Bucky” you tug at him again and he shakes his head with a strained chuckle.

“I’ll hurt you bunny” he said warns again but you need him to take you apart till you cant walk.

“Please?”

“Bunny…” he warns one last time but you want anymore.

“Daddy” you whine in his ear and something inside him snaps. He doesn’t give you any warning, slamming his cock into you with one stroke, your pleasured cry music to his ears.

“What did you just call me?!” He pulls out to flip you over, spanking your ass while his balls slap your clit, loving the way you go dumb over his cock.

“Such an innocent little baby with a filthy mouth, huh doll, my bunny wants her daddy’s cock”

He grips onto the headboard, delivering powerful snaps with his hips, alternating between pounding you against the pillows and grinding his cock in you without pulling out.

“Such a tight pussy squeezing daddy’s cock, my naughty little bunny, you want daddy’s cream too baby? You want daddy to give you his fresh cum, hm? Breed this needy little pussy?”

“B-breed me daddy!!” You squeal, his words driving you towards your climax, crying into his sheets and arching your back more as his movements grow sloppy.

“Get ready for daddy’s cum baby- gonna breed this pretty pussy till your fuckin’ round n’swollen n’leaking with milk” he gritted out, grabbing your hips with slam back and meet his thrusts. “Together Bambi, cum with daddy, c’mon, be a good girl n’cum with daddy”

The most salacious and primal sounds fill the room as he pumps ropes of his cum into toy, your greedy pussy milking him for all he’s worth. He can’t believe such a quiet little bunny could turn out to be a minx on the inside but he’s never letting you go.

“You’re dangerous Bambi” he whispers, keeping his softening cock in you, having never felt so satisfied afterwards, practically floating in the clouds with you. “M’never pulling my cock out, you feel too good around my dick baby”

You giggle as he kisses your glistening skin, gathering your into his arms, your eyes growing wide when he doesn’t kick you out of his bed.

“You’re mine now Bambi” he says with a soft growl, holding you closer to his chest before pulling the sheets over you both.

Anyway. Wholesome version coming later.

[littlemissmiller]

Passanger Princess

Pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

Summary: (au) you love joel. he’s your everything and on a drive home you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself so, you make him pull over…

Warning: 18+, smut, established relationship, p in v, semi-public sex, car sex, slight dirty talk

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: hello! had this one written for a while and wanted to finish it and publish it before i get back to my coryo drug dealer series (read here). just a cute quick little smutty read for my Pedro lovers ❣︎ i want to get more perdo fics, but i need more ideas so send me requests! have a lovely day beauties and enjoy ❤︎︎

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You love drives with Joel. Especially in his truck, a 2009 Chevy Silverado. One hand on the wheel while the other is usually grazing and groping at your thigh. In the summertime, you set your feet on the dash, roll the windows down, and take in the breeze while you casually ran your fingers through his soft brown locks. The cicadas buzz loudly, and the sun is setting perfectly on his face as the cornfields fly by in the background. The golden rays highlight his most handsome features, his large chiseled nose, and perfectly cut jawline. You sit up and he squeezes your thigh. You cup his face and he turns the smile at you.

“What’s up sugar?”

“Nothing, just can’t stop admiring my favorite cowboy”

“Hmm that’s funny because I ain’t seen no John Wayne around here baby” he chuckled

You smile and rub his cheek affectionately. You can’t help but get turned on to the mere sight of him. The way his beard shaped his face so cleanly, the way his shirts hugged his muscles. And about his arms. You loved the way they hugged you too. Strong and safe. You absolutely adore him, and he adores you.

You continue stroking his face, your tender fingers delicately moving across his skin. He’s so handsome. So incredibly handsome and you want him. Your hand moves down to his jaw, then down past his neck and you start rubbing, massaging him. You keep massaging him, occasionally moving your hand back up to his cheek so he can kiss your palm.

“Why would I want John Wayne when I got Joel Miller right here?”

“You flatter me darling.”

“It’s true!” You insist

He glances at you, kissing your palm again. You feel a small heat in between you begin to grow, you run your thighs together, and your clit begins to throb. You bite your lip, giggling to yourself and massage his neck a bit more aggressively.

“What ya need babe?”

“You” you giggle, biting your lip

A devilish smile spreads across his face and he glances at you. He simultaneously squeezes your thigh.

“We’ll be home soon. In ten minutes”

You frown and he squeezes your thigh again. Too eager and impatient, you move your other hand over his leg, slowly trailing it to his crotch. You squeeze it and he turns to look at your actions.

“Pull over…” you bat your eyes.

With his mouth agape he sighs in disbelief and awe. Are you really gonna make him pull over? The expression on your face tells him just how serious you are. You squeeze his pants again and Joel places his hand on yours, encouraging you to rub him over his pants. He searches for a place to pull over with some cover, but the long gravel road with crops on either side made it hard to find a good spot. Then, some trees come into view and a little path leads to an abandoned barn. Joel pulls over.

He drives onto the pathway until the car is more covered by the trees. He parks and immediately turns to you, hand roaming up your thigh more and under your skirt. Wasting no time, you climb over onto his lap and across the seat. You grind up on his crotch, his large, calloused hands splaying over the meat of your ass. He slides his hands under your panties, feeling how soft your flesh is. You smash your lips onto his, holding his face and he moves your hips against his lap. He moves his mouth with you fiercely, the kiss burning your lips.

It was safe to say you absolutely love this man. Everything about him, which you don’t feel like you could express through a mere kiss. You push your tongue past his lips and down this throat. He lets you in, swirling it with your own. You can’t get enough of him and his sweet lips aren’t the only thing you desire.

“Mmm someone was just too eager weren’t they.” He muffled against your mouth.

“Just shut up and kiss me Miller…” you muffle back, your words turning into a moan as his lips and tongue meet yours again.

You move with his mouth, fighting for dominance but also digging for more. You start unbuttoning his shirt, eagerly in need of wanting to touch his bare chest. You love to feel his muscles and how toned he is. He grins at you, thumbs hooking around your hips.

“I mean we could take this home if you really wanted.” You giggle, slightly out of breath

“Might as well finish what we started.” He smiles, squeezing your cheeks firmly.

You giggle again which turns into a soft moan as he sucks on your neck. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his mouth against you more. He pulls back for a moment to take off his shirt fully, undoing the rest of the buttons and you pull yours off as well. You quickly unhook your bra, letting it fall gently off your chest and shoulders. He takes in the sight of you, and you him. You flatten your palms on his chest, rubbing up and down. He cups your breasts, not too rough, but just enough to turn up the heat from your core. He massages them, playing with him slightly and admiring the way they bounce.

You lean in to kiss him again, hands cupping his neck and lips wasting no time to show him attention. You feel like you’re practically addicted to his lips, like they were made to be on yours. And making out with Joel got you so worked up. The rhythm of your lips and his hips move in sync, your moans spilling out of you. Joel sloppily moves his hips, unbuckling his pants and sliding them down along with his boxers. His cock sits stiffly on his tummy and he starts to stroke himself. He snakes a hand under your skirt and pulls your panties to the side. Giving his hand a quick lick, he places it on your core, making you ready for him. Joel loves playing with you like this, he loves feeling the little bundle of nerves in-between your legs and how he can manipulate it. You buck your hips, gasping and clutching onto his shoulder. You smile and moan and he speeds up, kissing him messily and moaning into his mouth.

Wasting no more time, you move your hips and place his cock at your slit. You sink down, watching his eyes fill with lust. He feels up your body, groping your chest again, massaging you and you grind down on his hips. You start to bounce on him, causing the truck to shake slightly and when your ass hits the steering wheel, honking the horn slightly, you both jump. You fall onto his chest and slip out of him, he grips your ass, laughing against your cheek, kissing you sloppily.

“You sure you don’t wanna just take this home baby? More room in my bed, or the shower…” he huffs

“Mmm we could or…” you start as he moves his lips to your neck “you could open the door and bend me over the seat.”

“Baby girl, that’s so fucking tempting…fuck…”

You smile, taking his length into your hand and pumping slowly.

“C’mon Joel. Don’t you wanna see my pretty little ass sticking out the side of your truck.” You speed up your hand. “Hmm babe?”

He groans and starts to look past you and around at the area you are parked. Then he grips your hips, kissing you harshly and starts to move you off him. You shift back into your seat and Joel opens his door. You slide your panties off and toss them in the back seat. You open your passenger door, sliding your skirt above your ass. You slide onto your stomach on the seat, feet barely touching the ground. Joel comes up from behind, admiring the view you had described to him in the car.

“Fuck…” he whispers

He splays his hand out on your cheek, taking his length and rubbing it along your folds. You moan as he teases you. Then, he slides in, his pace tempered at first. He grabs your waist, pushing in over and over again, his hips meeting the flesh on your ass. He loves the way you bounce on him like this. His mouth falls open, his own moans mixed with small curses under his breath.

“Fuck Miller you feel so good. Harder…please I want more.” You whine

He ruts into you, picking up his pace. The grip on your waist tightens. You hold on the seat more tightly as well bouncing forward and back with the rocking of the truck. Just as you’re about to cum, he spins you over, pulling out. Joel picks your leg up, pushing your body up against the seat. He quickly pushes back into you, cupping your face so he can fully watch your expression. He loves how needy you look, your eyes wide and full of bliss. He captures your agape mouth, swirling his tongue with your own. You are practically clinging to him, totally trapped between his broad chest and the truck.

He pumps into you a few more times and you feel your high coming back. Your stomach clenches and you pant his name.

“Cum for me baby…” Joel whispers

You fall apart, arching your back, he holds you close to him. With a few more pumps from his cock he pulls out spilling his load onto the ground. You catch your breath, resting your forehead against his. He keeps holding onto your face, placing soft, small kisses to your lips. He stuffs his cock back into his jeans and you slide back into your passenger seat. Joel walks around to the drivers side, finding his shirt, putting it back on and starting the car. He shuts his door and backs out while you put your own shirt back on. He slings his arm around your seat and looks behind him, turning his body.

“So what were you saying about your bed and a shower?”

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[holdmytesseract]

Safe Haven

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: When Daryl threatens to lose his grip and gets swallowed by the trauma he experienced in the Sanctuary, you try your best to catch him and being his safe haven he desperately needs.

Warnings: quite some angst, fluff, insecurity? mentions of scars, injuries and torture, nudity, FEELS, FEELS, FEELS

Set in Season 7!

Word Count: 3k

a/n: This story is based on an idea from @erebus-et-eigengrau . I hope you like how this turned out, lovely friend! 🤗

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"Daryl?" You spoke his name in a quiet voice as you took the archer's hand slowly and carefully in yours. His fingers twitched, but didn't pull away from your gentle hold. "Do you trust me?" Your voice was just above a whisper; so afraid to scare him off or make him feel even more comfortable than he probably already felt.

Tainted, yet still incredibly beautiful blue eyes met yours, as Daryl lifted his gaze; peeking through long strands of sweaty, greasy chestnut brown hair which hung in his face. You patiently waited for an answer while your thumb had absent-mindedly started to caress the rough skin on the back of his hand - an attempt to provide him some comfort and reassurance.

The archer started to nod; merely noticeable, but he did. "'M trustin' ya," he added quietly; voice even more raspy than usually. Hearing those words leaving his lips caused your heart to skip a beat. Sure, you and Daryl had been a thing for quite a few months now and deep down you knew that he had been always trusting you. Unless he'd have never opened his heart for you. But nevertheless was it wonderful to hear.

You nodded, "Okay." gently squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile. "Come with me?" Daryl nodded once more; wordlessly and let you guide him wherever it was you wanted to take him.

Your destination was the small trailer you - and now Daryl, shared in Hilltop. Crickets and some distant chatter from the other residents was all that could be heard alongside yours and the archer's steps through the grass.

You led Daryl inside your home and closed the door behind the both of you - never letting go of his hand. Not even for a second. Cautiously stepping closer, you lifted your free hand to cup his cheek; feeling the greyish hairs of his beard tickle your palm. Daryl's eyes fluttered shut at your touch; a soft gasp leaving his lips.

Your eyes widened. "Fuck..." You cursed under your breath; knowing that you just did what you swore you wouldn't do. Unintentional or not. "Daryl, no, I-" You inhaled a shaky breath; afraid to hurt him. "I put that wrong. I don't ask you to tell me what... What happened there. I would never force you to do so. Never. It's entirely up to you. Your decision." You gave his hand another reassuring squeeze. "A-All I wanted to say is... We need to give you a shower and fresh clothes... Your wounds... They... I don't want them to get infected. L-Let me take care of you, please?" Your gaze never left Daryl's; always checking in on him - on how he felt.

"My love... I won't ever force you to this..." you started; gently tracing the last remains of a bruise underneath the archer's eye. "Never, b-but-" Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt Daryl flinch slightly; a literal storm of emotions starting to rage inside his eyes - and you immediately realised that you had chosen the wrong words.

Daryl had escaped Negan and the Sanctuary not even a day ago and whatever they had done to him... Whatever he had experienced... You knew it was something traumatic. Something horrible. He hadn't told you. Not even a word - and you would never force him to do so. If he ever wanted to talk, you were going to welcome him with open arms and a sympathetic ear. You were his partner after all. You'd wait until he was ready to open up to you - whenever it might be. One day, one week, one month, one year - or hence, even never. All you cared about was his well-being and safety.

The archer swallowed at your words; seemingly giving your words a thought, before he bobbed his head in a small nod. "Y-Yeah, a'right," he whispered and turned his head only a few inches; just enough that he was able to press a feather-light kiss against your palm.

Another soft smile darted over your face and you retreated your hand from his cheek. Then you gave the hand which was still neatly tucked in yours a small tug; urging him on to follow you again - what he did.

The bathroom wasn't really spacious. Barely big enough to fit two people inside, but you had less and definitely worse. You wouldn't complain. Never. This was the end of the world after all. You'd take what you get and make it work.

Once again you closed the door behind the two of you, before returning to face the man you loved. "You trust me?" You repeated your question from earlier, now that he knew what you were up to - just to make sure. Your thumb worked gentle circles in the skin on the back of his hand.

It wasn't like you had never seen him shirtless or well, naked before, no. You did. That wasn't the point. But this right now... This was different. So much more... intimate. Perhaps the most intimate moment in your relationship so far, since you and the archer had yet to take the step of being physically joined. You, neither Daryl didn't want to just rush into things. You both agreed to take your time - which definitely proved to be the right decision, because you and the archer weren't exactly experts in romantic relationships.

Like before was Daryl's answer a clear 'Yes'. Giving his hand a last squeeze, you let go - much to the archer's dismay. His hand twitched - unbeknownst to you, as he held back the urge to chase after your hand - your reassuring touch, which kept him grounded.

Instead were hovering your hands now above his shoulders; fingertips grazing the plaid shirt he wore over the white t-shirt. "M-May I?" You asked hesitatingly; again afraid to make him feel uncomfortable, despite his promise of trust.

Nevertheless did it happen from time to time, that one would walk in on the other after a shower or while getting dressed to which you and Daryl got used to and normally were comfortable with. It had taken him quite a while longer than you, though, given the fact of how insecure he was. Not exactly about his body itself, but the scars which were covering it - a steady reminder of his abusive father and the traumatic past he had experienced. You felt absolutely honoured; heart aching with love, as he started to feel comfortable enough around you to be shirtless and even naked.

A higher declaration of love didn't exist. Not when your name was Daryl Dixon.

You squatted down and made quick work to untie the laces of his shoes. "Can you take off your shoes for me, love?"

"Y-Yeah," Daryl's deep voice managed to snap you out of your thoughts; giving you permission to help him. You smiled gently and shrugged the plaid shirt over his shoulders, down his arms; throwing it carelessly aside on the floor. Next was the sweaty, stained t-shirt he wore.

"Can you...?" You asked; gently tapping his elbows. "O-Or does it hurt?" Wordlessly, Daryl lifted his arms and let you pull the dirty t-shirt slowly and carefully over his head; leaving him shirtless - and the sight you were greeted with caused a gasp to leave your lips. His upper body was littered with bruises and cuts. Your heart ached seeing all his injuries; violently inflicted to the man you loved. You swallowed hard, "Daryl..." quietly calling out his name; voice filled with hurt. The archer lowered his head. "'S okay... H-Had worse," he muttered and definitely tried to downplay the extent of his pain - physically and probably even mentally.

You instantly shook your head. "N-No, it... It's not. They hurt you..." Tears gathered in your eyes, as your fingertips hovered over a particularly dark bruise on his rips. You didn't receive an answer. Daryl's eyes were still directed at the ground, but you could see that he was chewing on the inside of his bottom lip. You couldn't quite tell what was going on in that pretty head of his. Was it insecurity? Shame? Guilt? Fear? All of it? Whatever it was that had captured the archer's mind, you knew it wasn't good and therefore immediately tried to pull him out of this again.

Your hand found his again; fingers intertwining as you guided him towards the trailer's shower. You slid the creme-white curtain aside and opened the tap; hand underneath the water jet to feel the temperature. Once the water was pleasantly warm, you turned to face Daryl. "Water is ready. I, uh, I'm going to give you some space now, okay? Call me whenever you need me, yeah? I'll be just outside the door." You squeezed his hand and gave him another soft smile, before letting go and stepping aside.

Your tender voice urging to Daryl's ears seemed to do the trick. Slowly, he lifted his gaze; even more troubled blue eyes meeting yours, as he started to kick off his shoes, together with the socks.

Now there was only his jeans and underwear left. Hesitatingly, you reached for the button and zipper of his pants. Locking eyes with the archer once more, you silently asked for his permission again. When there was no objection, you continued and helped him step out of his jeans first and lastly out of the grey, absolutely uncomfortable looking briefs. A few small grunts left his lips; clearly indicating that his body was definitely aching and hurting - which gave your heart another jolt. And Daryl? Daryl didn't even do as much as flinch. His gaze was still directed on the floor; his mind most likely returning to wander down that dark path like minutes before.

You cursed yourself internally.

Space. The word echoed through Daryl's head like the ring of a gunshot. Well, it certainly felt like a bullet had pierced his heart to leave him aching and bleeding. Space... It was the last thing he wanted from you. Watching you walk away only caused to double the pain. He needed you as close as possible. You had been already too far away from him for the last weeks. He couldn't bear to lose you again - even if it was just for a few minutes.

"N-No, please... Stay. D-Dun'- Dun' wantcha to go," he whispered; voice strained and raspy. It caused you to stop dead in your tracks. Stay? He wanted you to stay? Your heart skipped yet another beat. You swiftly turned to face him once again. The expression on Daryl's face broke you. He looked so... lost. Desperate. Afraid. And once again, you immediately noticed that you had just committed another mistake.

How could you leave him alone after all he's been through; thinking he needed the space, when it was clearly written all over his face that he needed everything but space?

"Of course, I'll stay. If that's what you want..." You spoke in a compassionate voice; the gears in your brain turning.

"Do you feel comfortable enough for me to join you? T-That okay for you, o-or...?" You asked Daryl cautiously; not wanting to take this too far. But to your slight surprise nodded the man opposite you immediately. "Please..." That one word was enough.

You made quick work to shed your own clothes; leaving you entirely bare as well. Daryl didn't make a sound. Except for shy eyes travelling your now exposed body - and his cheeks flushed. You took his hand in yours again; unbeknownst anchoring him to you - to the here and now and not letting him wander off to the Sanctuary again.

With a soft smile, you gently tucked at the archer's hand; pulling him into the shower and underneath the pleasantly warm water jet after you.

He was visibly comfortable - and that was all that mattered.

The water was quick to get the both of you soaking wet; Daryl's chestnut brown bangs sticking to his face. You brought your hands up and gently peeled the loose strands away and out of his face; not missing the opportunity to caress his beardy cheeks. The archer just stared at you in silence and didn't even move an inch. He relied completely on you, as if he had lost the control over his own body. His heart in the palm of your hands.

"C'mere, sweets," your voice grabbed his attention - and the lack of warm water cascading down his beaten and bruised body. He blinked and took a step closer to you. "I'm going to wash your hair now, is that okay?" Daryl gave a confirming nod and within seconds had you squirted some shampoo on your hands and buried them in his curls; massaging gently. The man's eyes slipped shut with a cute grunt and groan of relaxation and satisfaction. You couldn't help but smile.

While you washed the archer's hair, he was fighting the urge to bury his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder; hands twitching to cup your hips - but he didn't dare to do so; too afraid to cross a line. He didn't want to do something wrong and push you away. It was a nightmare he wasn't strong enough to fight right now. Never - if he was being honest.

Once you had rinsed the brown mop of hair on his head, you moved on to his body - but not without asking for his consent again. You were even more hesitant and cautious in that regard, since touching his head and touching his whole body were two very different things...

"Dar... Will you allow me to..." You questioned him almost nervously; trailing off and kinda awkwardly gesturing between the bottle of shower gel and him. "I-I don't have to. Y-You can-" "I trust ya." And once again were - this time three - words enough from the man in front of you to jump into action; feeling a rush of love flooding your veins. He was trusting you enough to let you touch his body. Even in the vulnerable state he was currently in. It meant the world to you and you were determined to show him. You gave him yet another sweet smile and went to work; always making sure to capture his eyes now and then to make sure he was still okay with what your hands were doing.

Rinsing off the remaining soap, you got the first real close look of the tattoo on his shoulder blade and his scars, of course. You felt a pang of compassion and sorrow deep in your heart. Life had certainly left its marks on him. That much was clear. He didn't deserve this... All the pain. All the hurt. All the losses he had to endure. It wasn't fair.

You started with his soaping his upper body; feeling the bumps of his scars underneath your palm - what you didn't mind at all, of course. You had told him a hundred of times by now that he was beautiful to you no matter what.

Your touch was soft and delicate; making sure to not hurt him and being cautious about his cuts and bruises. Unfortunately, you couldn't prevent the shower gel from getting into the deeper cuts, which caused Daryl to hiss and you to repeatedly mutter the words 'I'm so sorry.'. Then you moved on to his legs and gave them a gentle scrub as well, before you went to rinse the soap off of his body again; starting with the front and lightly tapping his shoulder to signal him to turn around for you - what the archer did. Wordlessly - but words weren't needed anyway. Not between the both of you.

Returning the shower head back into its holder, you felt the overwhelming urge to give him all the love he deserved and slowly snuck your arms around his waist; pressing your smaller body against his back. Daryl flinched slightly at the sudden contact, but his muscles relaxed instantly again; knowing it was you and not just anybody. And yet he couldn't stop the gasp to leave his mouth when your lips started to trail a path of kisses over ever single scar and bruise; mapping out his broad back.

Until now.

Daryl's eyes slipped shut; a feel of love and comfort rushing through his veins - so much, it was overwhelming. It was like the connection he shared with you had reached a new kind of depth - in the most positive way. He hadn't felt this loved and accepted in years, decades even. Not before you stumbled into his life.

Daryl had felt like falling deeper and deeper; a dark hole sucking him in. It was like his body was present, but his mind still stuck in the hellhole Negan had caged him in.

Emotions exploded within Daryl; his heart threatening to burst from his ribcage with all the love it was feeling. He couldn't help himself but to turn in your embrace and press his forehead against the crook of your neck; not hesitating this time.

Now all he could feel and see was you. Even when he closed his eyes.

Sure, the archer's mind would still need some more time to heal, but you had caught him; kept him from losing his grip.

His sudden movement caught you by surprise at first, but then you just smiled and buried your hands in his wet curls, while Daryl's calloused, gentle hands skimmed over your bare back, sides and hips. But not in a sexual way. All the archer wanted was to feel you; needing to convince his brain that you were truly real - and his. Yes, it was the most intimate moment you and Daryl shared - and it was perfect.

Sure, sex was great, but that... That was a whole other level of intimacy. It was so much more.

You were so lost in the moment, that you didn't notice how your archer's tears mixed with the warm water still cascading down over your intertwined bodies, as he almost frantically held onto you.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

heyy, could you write smt about Bucky worshipping readers boobs.

cuz shes insecure about the way they look, not the size but I hope you get what I mean

<3

Love Them » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You feel insecure about your breasts and Bucky tells you how much he loves them.

Warnings: mix of Fluff and implied Smut (18+), language, Bucky being a boob man, kissing, hickeys, hickeys, praise kink, worshipping, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at yourself. Looking at your breasts to be exact. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about your breasts felt off to you for some reason. It’s not the size of them. It’s more of an insecurity. You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the door to yours and Bucky’s apartment open and close.

“Doll, I’m home!” Bucky’s voice echoed through the apartment.

Bucky frowned when you didn’t greet him at the door like you normally do. He took his jacket off, tossing it onto the couch before going to yours and his bedroom to look for you.

“Babydoll, you home?” He asks.

Bucky’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked a couple times before putting on one of Bucky’s t-shirts and walked out of the bathroom.

“There you are.” A smile grew on his face as he pecked your lips softly. “What were you doing in the bathroom?” Bucky asks.

“I just got out of the shower.” You say.

Bucky could tell something was off by the tone of your voice.

“You ok? Did something happen while I was at work?” He asks.

“Nothing happened. It’s just-” You paused for a second before continuing your sentence. “I feel insecure about… my boobs.” You say the last part quietly, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

Bucky sighs, knowing you struggle with insecurities sometimes. He gently took your hand in his, leading you to the bed. He sat down on the end of the bed and pulled you down onto his lap.

“Take your shirt off.” He says softly.

You took your -his- shirt off, dropping it on the floor.

“Do you see what I see?” Bucky asks, resting his chin on your shoulder, his stubble poking your skin.

“No.” You say quietly, loud enough for him to hear.

“I see the most beautiful pair of boobs I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” His hands slid up your sides, stopping underneath your breasts. “I fucking love them.” He says, his thumbs gently rubbing under your breasts.

His hands cupped your breasts. You shivered when his cold vibranium hand came in contact with your skin.

“Hopefully, one day these will be filled with milk when we have babies.” He gently massages them. “Don’t you want that, doll?” He asks, kissing along your shoulder to the side of your neck.

You tilted your head to the side, giving him more access. You completely forgot what you were going to say. Your eyes fluttered shut, loving the feeling of his lips on your neck and his beard scratching your skin. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Bucky spoke up.

“Please tell me that’s what you want.” He says against your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.

“Yes!” You gasped when he bit down on your neck, hard enough for a hickey. “I want to have all of your babies!” You moaned.

Bucky pulled away from your neck and maneuvered you so you were facing him and straddling him. He wrapped his vibranium arm around your waist and pulled your body against his. He immediately latched his lips on the swells of your breasts, his teeth marking them up. Bucky’s lips slowly made their way to one of your nipples, latching his lips on it. His tongue swirled around the small bud while his right hand was occupied with your left breast. Your hands found their way to his hair, your fingers running through the short locks of his hair and tugged at it, making him moan against your breast at the feeling. His lips lightly sucked on your nipple, making you gasp and arch your back, sending a tingling sensation through your body.

“Your boobs are amazing, babydoll.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky took his time, worshipping both of your breasts. You arched your back, pressing your breasts in his face. Bucky was loving every second of it. You moaned, loving the feeling of his beard scratching the skin of your breasts. He moved his lips to your other breast, repeating his actions.

“Imagine it, doll…” Bucky starts. “Your belly round with my babies while your beautiful breasts are filled with milk to fed our babies.” He says softly.

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander and you got to thinking. What Bucky saying is true and it made you feel good.

“Bucky…” You breathed, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Everything about you is absolutely beautiful.” He compliments. “I love everything about you from head to toe, especially these beautiful tits.” He says.

“Oh fuck…” You say more in a whine.

Bucky slowly kissed his way up to your lips. Starting at your breasts, along your chest, your collarbones, your shoulders, your jawline, your cheeks. Finally his lips got to their destination, your lips. The kiss was so passionate that it took your breath away. You held one of your hands against the back of his head to intensify the kiss. You guys moaned against each other’s lips before pulling away, looking deep in each other’s eyes breathlessly.

“I love you so fucking much, doll.” Bucky says, kissing you again.

“I love you too, Bucky.” You say against his lips.

“I love your tits too.” He says, giving them more love.

You couldn’t help but giggle when he said that. You felt Bucky smile against your breasts before looking at you.

“You’re absolutely beautiful, you know that?” He says softly.

“Mhmm.” You hummed. “Thank you for helping me get over my insecurity.” You say with a smile, running your fingers through his hair.

“Anytime, babydoll.” Bucky says, smiling.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[w3r3theli0nshunt]

POV: waking up with your boyfriend: Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Price & könig

141! + könig x gn!reader

!So these are my head-cannons for how the guys would wake up if they were in a relationship. I may be wrong or maybe not, but there’s no wrongs or rights when it’s head-cannons ;) This is not gender specific so it applies to everyone and anyone.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

Enjoy!

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★He’s definitely the type to sleep in, which means you usually wake up before him

★He is the cuddle master

★Loves when you put your body weight on him, he loves the pressure

★During spooning, he prefers to be the big spoon

★If he wakes up and notices that you’re not in his arms, he will wrap his arms around you and draw you closer there’s no escaping him hihi

★If you wake up earlier and try to get out of bed, he tighten his grip (in his sleep, bc you’re not leaving)

★Uses his puppy eyes to try and persuade you to stay in bed with him for another few hours

★Do not care if you tell him that you have to go to work, he doesn’t want you leave his tight embrace

★Definitely has a bad morning breath bc he sleeps with his mouth open and snores loud

★Prefers to sleep in boxers only and like it when you sleep in your underwear only, makes it feel more intimate when he feels your skin against his

★If he wakes up before you, he’ll gently wake you up with smooches and kisses all over your head

★Always comments on when (if) you talk in your sleep and says it’s cute, even if you feel ashamed of it.

★Enjoys listening to your (soft) snores, it means that you’re close to him and that’s all he needs to be able to remain calm

★His body is scorching hot so you have to dump the blanket as soon as you wake up

★He’s a very affectionate fella and he’ll happily initiate morning sex with you to show it (also because he’s in general just a horny person with the slightest touch turning him on)

★You two wake up almost around the same time

★Tells you how cute and beautiful you look all the time, always manages to make you blush

★He’s a bit kinder during sleeping sessions, whereas he lets you keep distance if you accidentally roll away from him during sleep and let you roll back to him in your own time

★He’s def the guy to sleep in a tank top and a pair of joggers, he doesn’t really mind what you wear to sleep just as long as you’re comfy :)

★Loves leaving kisses on you when you’ve woken up

★His snores are more softer than Soap’s

★He moves a lot in his sleep which causes him to wake up in strange positions lol

★If he wakes up before you, he usually brush the strands of your hair while admiring your sleeping face

★He’ll happily stay in bed with you if you choose to initiate a cuddling session

★You’re his top first prior so he doesn’t mind getting a little late for a duty

★He’ll also (like Soap) initiate morning sex with you

★Has a soft voice which soothes you

★Definitely imagine a future with you, kids, marriage and stuff lovers do

★Kisses you softly on the mouth then leaves a few pecks on your cheeks and head

★His scratchy beard will wake you up

★If he wake up before you, he’ll wake you up as well with kisses and nose against nose rubs

★Will always call you by a nickname (your name is not y/n anymore, it’s ‘love’)

★Loves being the big spoon while cuddling and sleeping

★He’ll leave kisses on you even in the middle of the night if he’s awake

★You’re not safe from his showering affections

★Always prepares breakfast in beforehand

★If you wake up before him, you better still be in his arms or he’ll come and get you

★Def snores loudly, deafening loud and they sound like motor engines

★Has bad morning breath like Soap only a tad worse

★Will ask you the most random questions like “will you marry me tomorrow” or “if I were a worm would you still love me?”

★Will be a little moody before he gets his morning coffee

★Loves cupping your cheeks and kiss your forehead

★We all know by this point that he almost never sleeps, which means he’ll always be awake before you

★He lays dead still in bed, staring at you like this 👁️👄👁️

★He will never let you escape his life embrace, bc every time you move away from him in your sleep, he instantly wakes up because of the loss of you and as quickly as he wakes up, pulls back into his arms

★Only feel calm when he’s touching you

★He’s definitely not a smoochy and kissy person like the other guys, but he’ll leave a few if you’re lucky

★You’ll always wake up in his arms, no kidding

★He definitely mumbles and talks a lot in his sleep and despite his nightmares he lays dead still anyways

★If you show the slightest sign of recoil in his arms, he’ll instantly let you go

★Even though it’s against his will to let you go, he still do

★This man doesn’t wanna seem clingy or a burden so he’ll back away if you give off the slightest signs

★He definitely sleeps full covered and doesn’t care about what you wear when you go to sleep

★He never talks during the morning, he’ll just hum or grunt if you try and talk to him

★He won’t mind if you fall back asleep, so long as you’re close to him, he’s happy

★Never shows that he wants to cuddle or spoon with you, only let you initiate it first

★He’s definitely the ‘action shows more than words’ type

★Hmm, I think there’s an equal measure of when the two of you wake up first

★He’ll be clingy and sad if you move away from him in your sleep

★Like Ghost and Soap, he’ll always pull you back to him in a tight embrace

★Almost gets an anxiety attack if you’re not in bed when he wakes up

★Will also stare at you if he’s awake before you, before he showers you in kisses

★Very affectionate like Gaz and Soap

★Will call you by German nicknames like liebe, schatz, mein ;)

★Will literally beg you to stay in bed with him by tightening the embrace when you try to pull away

★Doesn’t let you go, even if you need to go to the toilet

★Loves burying himself in you with your arms around him, makes him feel safe and loved

★Absolutely loves cuddling with you and he doesn’t really care about who’s the big spoon, just the fact that you’re close to him

★Would absolutely stitch his skin to you if it meant that you’ll always remain close to him, even during sleep

★Will wake you up he’s having a nightmare which makes you console him

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[meowpupp]

Just binged all of the owner!Price posts you have. OH. LORD.

please sir, may i have some more 🥺🤲

if i could please request some very soft nonsense, maybe just a fluffy drabble about their relationship together, how they met, daily life,

whatever you want really, i’ll take it shsjsksk

i wrote this very late at night while very being emotional HAHAHAHAH

the night is quiet, house dark and still. soft rain pellets the windows. the tv playing your favourite movie quietly.

prices hands are warm, the skin slightly rough and calloused as he rubs your back. you lay plaint and soft ontop him, head resting on his stomach as he leans against the headboard.

the room is warm and quiet, the tv softly illuminating the space as you haze in and out of sleep.

price has barely taken his eyes off of you. you’re perfect. it’s like you were made from marble, every tiny detail carved with pure love and care. youre something worthy of worship.

it feels almost selfish to keep you to himself, to deny other people of you. but his whole life price has been selfless, allowing the world to consume him. but this? you?

you’re his.

he watches as you stir slightly, nuzzling further into his lap. he brings his spare hand to tangle in your hair, encouraging you to bury yourself in his warmth.

price never understood love. it was something he admired from afar, watched with envy. everyone around him had it, but he never allowed it for himself. but knowing what he knows now, feeling what he feels? he can’t believe he starved himself this long.

you’re everything to him. a little pup, something dependant and soft. price cherishes every smile you give him, every syllable you speak, every time your eyes meet his.

he is undeniably, completely, irrevocably in love with you.

his free hand moves to your face, cupping your cheek. tilting your face, he commits every detail to memory.

you stir, eyes blinking open, meeting his. the only thing you see is him. and the only thing he sees is you.

he gives you a soft smile, one reserved for only you. his fingers are soft, brushing against you as if you’re made of porcelain. he traces every curve and edge that makes you you. fingers following the slant of curve nose, the shape of your lips, the edge of your jaw.

“my girl,” he says softly, as if speaking louder will shatter you, “my perfect girl.”

your eyes remind him of smoke. colours blended and twisted together. something beautiful and free. uncontainable, untouchable, uncontrollable. only ever to be admired.

he sighs, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “you’re everything…” he mumbles, beard brushing your skin as he speaks. it’s grounding, pulling you into the moment, into him.

his mind is clouded with all the things he wants to tell you. all the poetry and prayers he’s written in your image, the love letters he’s addressed to you.

a stronger man would tell you. a stronger man would whisper every hushed word of worship into your skin. but price will forever be weak for you. so for now, he holds you tighter.

he continues to caress your cheek, other hand rubbing your back again.

his whole life, he has fought. price is the monster in the fairytales recruits whisper to each other. he is depicted as ruthless and cruel. something that stalks you in the night and torments you till morning. you are an animal, he is a beast. but to you, he is tamed

he spent his whole life fearing nothing, and yet he lies awake now, holding you so lovingly, fearing that you may never know the true extent in which he adores you.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Red and Gold

PAIRING || Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark x Sugar Baby!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 4.1K

SUMMARY || Tony is bringing you along to a charity event, but this time, you decide to surprise him with your outfit. The moment he finds out you're wearing his colors, he has to restrain himself from tearing it off you and having his way with you right then and there.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Sugar Daddy AU. Sugar Daddy!Tony Stark. Sugar Baby!Reader. Heaps and heaps of tooth-rotting fluff.

WARNINGS || Unspecified age gap. Use of nicknames (Sugar). Use of Y/N. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Sexual tension. Explicit sexual content. Feral Tony Stark. Referenced heartbreak.

SMUT || Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Begging. Praise. Degradation. Hair pulling. Oral (F receiving). Beard burn. Spanking. Semi-public sex. Clothed sex. Rough sex. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!). Cream pie. Aftercare.

A/N || The idea for this one-shot has been living rent-free in my head, and I am happy to say that with the help of @ccbsrmsf1, this story has finally come to life! This is proofread by the lovely @ccbsrmsf1 as well, for which I'm forever grateful. Thank you for everything you do for me; I love you! 💙

A/N 2.0 || I used writing prompt #2422 from @promptsforthestrugglingauthor while writing this story. From the moment I saw it months ago, I knew I had to use it in a story, and I'm happy to say I finally found the perfect one to incorporate it into! 💙

EVENTS Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book night || "Look At Me." Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Book night || Sexual Tension Masterlist || @fandom-free-bingo Wild || Love Confession Masterlist || @mcukinkbingo || Having sex while clothed

Banners: @nicoline1998enilocin || Divider: @rookthornesartistry || Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist || AU Masterlist

Sugar's POV

It's a beautiful day today, and you're sitting outside the coffee shop on your college campus, a hot cup of coffee and a pastry on the table, along with your laptop. On the screen is the face of someone you haven't seen in almost a month but who you miss more than anyone: Tony Stark.

He's seated in his office, his phone propped up as he eats his lunch while talking to you - a habit you two have subconsciously slipped into a few months ago. Seeing how your lunchtimes overlap most of the time, you spend 30 minutes to an hour keeping each other up to date on everything, and today, the topic of conversation is tonight's charity event you're both attending.

"Why won't you hint at your outfit, Sugar? I've already shown you mine, so it's only fair you show me yours," he tries again with a soft smile, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild as you look at him.

"Because, Tony, it's a surprise. I've told you that before, and I'll tell you again now. I want to surprise you tonight because we haven't seen each other outside of FaceTime in a while. And I may have gotten something special that I'd like to hide from you," you say as you wiggle your brows, and Tony's cheeks flush at your teasing.

"Not fair," Tony pouts before taking another bite of his lunch, making you laugh.

"Life's not always fair, sorry," you respond, sipping your coffee as your eyes slip shut. The liquid warms you from the inside out, spreading a content smile.

"Are you sure you won't be able to drive to the event together, Sugar?" Tony tries one last time, and you shake your head. Between classes until 7, getting ready for the event, and meeting Tony beforehand, there won't be enough time to join him, so you will have to meet him on the red carpet.

"I'm sure, Tony. I wish I could, but unless you want me to wear my casual outfit, I prefer to go home first and meet you on the red carpet instead. But I promise you I'll make it worth your while later tonight," you say with a wink, and Tony almost chokes on his food as he realizes what you're referencing.

Just as he's about to respond, a notification on your screen lets you know it's time to head to your next class. A sad feeling settles in your chest as you say goodbye to Tony, whose face shows a hint of disappointment that you must go.

"I can't wait to see you tonight, Sugar. I'm looking forward to seeing what you have in store for me," he says before you both say your last goodbyes and you head to class.

Luckily, the remaining classes seem to fly by, and once it's finally time to go home, you can feel the butterflies in your stomach go wild at the thought of seeing Tony again in an hour or two. Your dress and accessories have been picked out and laid on your bed in preparation, and your hair has been washed this morning to save time.

The moment you step into your apartment, you're running from one place to another to get ready as quickly as possible while eating some leftover pasta salad you made for dinner last night. Your hair is straightened before being put into a ponytail, a few pieces left out to frame your face, and you opt for a red and gold makeup look to finish your look.

Lastly, it's time for your dress: a deep-red off-shoulder gown that reaches down to the floor and has a split on your right side that reaches mid-thigh to show off your leg. Combined with gold jewelry, high heels, and a matching gold bag, you're ready to go on time.

After one last look in the mirror, you hear a car honking outside - letting you know that the car Tony has sent to pick you up has arrived.

"Good evening, Ms. Y/L/N," Happy says with a nod, and you smile at him as you greet him.

"Good evening, Happy. Thank you for picking me up," you tell him before getting in the back of the large car, careful not to bang your head or trip on anything. The second you're seated, you let out a soft sigh, and your heart hammers against your ribcage, trying to escape as the realization sinks in that you're almost reunited with Tony.

But most of all, you're curious to see his reaction because you're wearing red and gold—his colors.

Tony's POV

It's been a long day already for Tony, filled with long meetings, and it's about to become even longer now that he's at the charity event. Pepper has also been asking him countless questions today, and all he wants now is to see you again; he wants a piece of his sweet, beautiful Sugar. At this point, knowing that he'll be reunited with you soon is the only thing that keeps him from walking out of here with zero fucks to give.

He has already passed countless photographers and is now being interviewed. However, he's sure that his answers are barely usable, now that you have completely taken over his thoughts. His mind is miles away from the moment at hand, after all.

Just when the interviewer is about to ask the next question, Happy pulls up in the car he sent to pick you up, and it's all Tony can focus on now. Time seems to have slowed as the door swings open in slow motion, and each of your legs emerges from the large, black vehicle.

First, he sees your golden shoes complementing your skin tone beautifully, and then he sees the bottom of your red, floor-length gown. His heart is hammering against his chest as he's holding his breath in anticipation of the rest of you—which will be gorgeous, without a shadow of a doubt.

Happy extends his hand, and you grab it to get up carefully. Tony sees the dark red nails that match your dress perfectly, and his mind instantly wanders to how they will feel as they scratch his back later, feeling himself chub up in his bright white pants.

Every last drop of blood officially rushes south as you step out of the car and into the spotlight. After thanking Happy for the ride, you face the red carpet with a bright, wide smile on your lips as you spot Tony, and you wave shyly at him before being led to the giant wall of photographers.

Men and women shout your name left, right, and center while Tony can do nothing else but stare at you in absolute awe. The woman interviewing Tony has given up and moved on to someone else, all while he looks like he's nailed to the floor, his jaw slightly slack at the sight of you.

The dress hugs your curves in the best way possible, and Tony's heart beats faster than ever as he looks at you, enjoying yourself on the red carpet. You have joined him enough times, and you two have been the headlines of many tabloids since your arrangement started, so everyone is well aware of who you are.

When you extend your hand towards Tony, letting him know you also want some photos together, he immediately rushes over to where you're standing. If he weren't already deeply in love with you before this moment, he definitely would be now, though he wouldn't dare to admit it out loud. He doesn't want to ruin your relationship, after all.

As soon as your hand makes contact with his, you both feel a shock of electricity going through your body. Tony lifts it to his mouth, kissing the tender skin of the back of your hand, causing a deep red blush to spread across your cheeks, but you also feel superb as he does it. He never fails to make you feel like a princess.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you did this just for me," he says as he looks at you with pure love. His glasses frame his face in a way that makes him look even more handsome than usual, and they complement his bright white suit.

"I told you I wanted to surprise you, and I believe it worked," you say as you reposition yourself against his side, the leg that was exposed by the slit of your dress is bent slightly while your hand covers his arc reactor under his shirt, which helps to ground you a little bit as well.

"Let's get a move on, Sugar. I can't wait any longer to be buried deep inside your tight, sweet pussy," Tony whispers in your ear before grabbing your hand and pulling you away. His heart beats faster with every step, and his cock is straining hard against his pants. Seeing you has made him horny, and he is going to make sure he will have his relief - preferably by burying his thick, hard cock deep inside the hot, tight, velvet walls he's missed so much.

He needs you badly, and he needs you now.

It doesn't take long for Tony to find an empty closet, and without a care in the world, he opens the door before pulling you inside with him and pushing you against it once it's closed. Tony's lips are on yours instantly, and you welcome his tongue immediately, savoring his taste after almost a month of not seeing each other.

The kiss is messy, and it's a combination of tongue and teeth as his fingers glide over your exposed thigh, the other hand pulling your hips against the straining bulge in his pants.

"God, I missed you so fucking much, Sugar. Missed having that perfect little pussy wrapped around my cock, and your lips sucking my soul out through my cock," he pants while he works your panties down your legs, all while your hands are wrapped around his neck, your forehead pressed against his as your breaths are mingling.

"Missed you too, Daddy," you say before capturing his lips to suppress the moan leaving your lips, but he quickly pulls back after hearing you say that.

"What-" is all he can get out before you move your hands from his neck down to his pants, unbuttoning it quickly before pulling out his achingly hard cock. Your bottom lip is pulled between your teeth as you look at him with a shimmer of mischief in your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of your mouth.

"I need you to fuck me, Daddy, please," you beg softly, and it's exactly what he does. Your dress is quickly pushed up and out of the way so he has the access he needs, and he guides his shaft back and forth through your folds, making you gasp each time it nudges your sensitive clit.

"So fucking wet for me already, huh? Nothing but a dirty, desperate little slut for Daddy to fuck whenever he wants. Letting me fuck you in a closet where everyone can walk in at any moment - I'm sure it makes you fucking drip for me," he says through gritted teeth as he lines up his cock, not pushing in just yet, but letting his hand glide back and forth over his length.

"Y-yes, Daddy! 'M your slut," you tell him in a breathy tone as you look through half-lidded eyes at him, mouth slightly slack as you feel him pumping his cock up and down, your nails digging into his shoulders in anticipation of what's to come.

"If you want to be a good slut for Daddy, you will need to keep quiet for me right now, Sugar," he says, and without any other warning, he shoves his cock in with a single thrust, and his lips instantly crash onto yours to swallow the loud moan that was spilling over.

Tony's thick, strong fingers are digging into your thighs as he thrusts in and out of you at a strong, rapid pace that has your eyes rolling back and your pussy fluttering around his cock, the length of it hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

Your nails are digging harder into Tony's shoulders, and it only spurs him on as he builds both your highs, your orgasms barreling closer at an alarming pace. Suddenly, Tony's mouth is gone from yours, and he carefully grabs your jaw with his right hand, his left one holding you still.

"Look at me, Sugar, look at me when you cum on my cock. Fuck, need you to cum on my cock like the good slut you are for Daddy," he groans, and you nod as soon as your eyes find his intense gaze, the usual dark brown entirely replaced by the black of his pupils.

"Cream my fucking cock, Sugar, and I'll fuck you so full of my cum it'll leak out of you for the rest of the fucking evening, dripping down these delicious thighs of yours before I fuck it right back into this tight, warm pussy when we're in my penthouse," he pants. Still, all you can do is whimper softly as you're trying not to scream as he repeatedly hits your G-spot.

The moment your orgasm washes over you, your nails are digging hard into Tony's shoulders, and his mouth is immediately back on yours as he fucks you through it, your legs trembling heavily in the process. He whispers soft praise as you come down from your high, and it's only when he pulls out that you notice he has cum, too, his seed nestled deep inside you.

"Such a good girl for Daddy; I missed you so much," he whispers as he peppers your face with soft, gentle kisses, and you smile shyly up at him. You always feel extra vulnerable after you've had an orgasm, but he has learned how to handle that, making sure you won't crash after your high.

"M such a lucky man to have you by my side, Sugar," he whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead, followed by one on the tip of your nose, and he finishes with a last peck on your lips when you've found your footing again, and you're steady on your feet.

"Thank you, Tony," you whisper, and he smiles. Just before you two leave the closet, Tony picks up your panties from the floor and tucks them in the pocket of his pants as a little souvenir to remember what you two just did.

Surprisingly, the charity event went by quickly, but you and Tony decided not to stay for the afterparty this time. You two have been eyeing and teasing each other ever since you emerged from the closet, wanting nothing more than to make each other fall apart a couple more times before falling asleep in each other's arms.

Happy has picked both of you up, and there's a comfortable silence in the car as Tony's hand draws abstract figures on your thigh. You look out the window at the New York City skyline. It has always been one of your favorite cities, and when you decided to study here, you couldn't wait to explore it all.

Somewhere along the way, you met Tony, and now you're seated in the back of a large SUV on your way to his penthouse, where you two will undoubtedly spend the entire night pulling orgasm after orgasm out of each other.

The moments between Happy dropping both of you off and the elevator ride to his penthouse are a blur. The only thing you remember is Tony kissing you fiercely in the elevator, hands wandering everywhere until you had to let go, and he would lead you to his large bedroom.

Now, you're standing in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows. As you look over the Manhattan skyline, Tony stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders. Your heels have already been kicked off, making him considerably taller than you are.

"I can't believe you had the nerve to show up looking like this, Sugar. Wearing my colors was such a bold move, and I can't say anything other than that I'm impressed," Tony tells you as you meet his gaze in the window.

"You must bring it out in me, Tony. Because I know for sure I would never have been able to do something so bold without you by my side," you answer as you take the last step back until your back is against his chest. Your eyes flutter shut as his arms wrap around you, and you hold his forearms as you stand there for a moment, basking in the moment's intimacy.

"As much as I love seeing you in that dress, I know for sure it'll look even better when it's on the floor," he tells you, making you chuckle as you let go of his arms, and he pulls the zipper on your side down. The fabric falls to the floor in one flowy movement, leaving you entirely bare for him.

"Perfect," he whispers, his nose nuzzling your neck while his hands glide down your sides until they land on your hips, where he makes a move to turn you around as he sinks to his knees. His fingers glide over the soft skin on your thighs and calves, before grabbing one of them and hooking them over his shoulder, opening you up beautifully for him.

Your glistening, puffy folds are on display as Tony licks his lips in anticipation, and he groans softly when you let your fingers glide into his hair, pulling softly to get him to the place where you need him most. Without a second thought, he flattens his tongue as he licks a stripe from your entrance to your clit, and you throw your head back as he teases your sensitive nub a bit with the tip of his tongue.

"D-Daddy," you moan as your hips roll against his face, the friction causing a jolt of pleasure to go through your entire body. Tony's hands are holding you up firmly, his fingers pushing into the flesh of your hips to steady you.

With expert precision and the enthusiasm of a puppy, he eats you out like a starved man, and before you know it, you're tugging on his hair from root to tip to pull him closer, his facial hair giving you the best case of beard burn you've ever had as he works you through a mind-bending orgasm.

Every sound coming from your body is almost inhuman as the pleasure takes over your body, and you're trembling in Tony's hold, but you're not scared to let go. You trust him completely to take care of you, and you know he will do everything in his power to ensure you're safe, especially during moments like these.

"Tastes like heaven, Sugar, sweetest pussy I've ever tasted in my life," he rasps as he carefully guides your foot back on the floor before pulling you against his chest and kissing you softly, allowing you to taste yourself and the faint taste of his cum on his tongue. You quickly get lost in him as he touches you, and he makes you feel like you're floating right now.

"'s your turn now, Daddy," you tell him when he pulls away, but he shakes his head with a smile as he stops you. Your brows knit together as your gaze finds his, worry visible in your eyes.

"As much as I would love to have these beautiful, puffy, pink lips wrapped around my cock, I think I'd prefer to stuff you even more with my cum. Now that I've had a taste again, I want to be buried deep inside you, Sugar," he tells you as he cups your cheeks, and you nod in understanding.

"M'kay, but only because you ask so nicely," you tease, making him laugh. You let go of him before walking to the bed, and he lands a slap on your ass as you pass him - making you yelp in surprise.

A few minutes later, he's entirely bare above you, your head on his pillows as you look up at him in anticipation. He has settled between your legs, and his hard cock rests on the crease where your hip meets your thigh.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, enjoying how your cheeks flush at his praise. A smirk tugs at the corners of his lips as he lets his thumb glide over your cheek and the line of your jaw, before tipping up your chin to capture your lips in another kiss.

You two may not have revealed your feelings for one another yet, but you're also not afraid to show them off when it's just you two right now, basking in the intimacy of your closeness. So vulnerable and yet so strong at the same time.

Tony's fingers ghost over your body and down to his cock, which he fists a couple of times before lining up with your entrance and pushing in. You're still stretched enough from when he fucked you earlier, making it easier for him to slide in, but despite that, he still takes his time with you.

Soft moans tumble from your lips as he slowly thrusts in, taking his sweet time to fill you up completely. His hands are interlaced with yours above your head, and your noses are practically touching each other as he slides in completely, and your back arches into him as he hits your sweet spot.

"That's it, Sugar, you take me so well," he praises you as you wrap your legs around him, allowing him to fuck you even deeper than before. His hips roll into you at a careful, steady pace as he watches your face for any discomfort - but he doesn't find any.

"So good," you whisper before capturing his lips, and it doesn't take long for both of you to be on the edge of yet another release. Your eyes widen as you feel the band inside your belly on the verge of snapping, and with one last command, you're over the edge.

"Cum for me, Sugar, milk Daddy's cock for all it's worth," he grits out as he nuzzles his face in your neck, and with a loud scream of his name, you fall apart around him, your hips rolling in tandem with his as he releases every last drop of his cum inside you.

After riding out both your orgasms, he carefully pulls out before collapsing beside you and pulling you onto his chest, where you both come down from your highs.

"God, that was amazing, Sugar. But I definitely don't want to wait a month again before seeing you," Tony says with a breathy chuckle, and you nod.

"Me neither," you say sleepily as you listen to the soft hum on the arc reactor in his chest. It doesn't take long for Tony to hear your soft snores, and he pulls the comforter over you both. The cleaning up can wait a little bit.

"I'm not sure I know what love is, but I think this might be it, Sugar," Tony admitted to your sleeping form. "And I know you can't hear me right now, but maybe one of these days, I'll be brave enough to say it when you can," he whispers, the reality of his feelings suddenly hitting him hard.

After that, he got you cleaned up after you had a short nap and something to eat. You two shared more cuddles and soft kisses before going to sleep again, and you felt content in his arms as your arm was draped over his chest.

The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed, and you rub your eyes to make sure Tony isn't in there with you. When you've confirmed that he's not there, you sit up, pull the comforter to your chest, and grab your phone to look at the time.

"Good morning, Sugar. I made you breakfast in bed," Tony tells you as he walks in with a tray filled with your favorite fruits, french toast, some yogurt, and two steaming cups of coffee to finish it all off.

"Mornin'," you say as you yawn, the scent of breakfast filling your nose. A smile dances on your lips as you look at everything Tony prepared; your stomach begins to rumble.

"Someone's getting hungry," Tony teases as he sits on the edge of the bed and leans in to kiss your lips softly. You can get used to these mornings, though you shouldn't be getting too comfortable with how things go now. You don't want to get your heart broken again, after all.

[charlottecutepie]

₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱‧₊ Valentine's day blurb (William Afton x fem!reader)

author notes: heyyy happy Valentine’s Day, angels!!! have some little blurb with soft!William<3 hope you like it

tags: smut, fluff, p in v sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), mating press, praise, breeding kink, creampie

On Valentine's Day, William really wants to please his princess. He even took a day off from work just to spend it with just you. After all, he knows how much you love all the romantic stuff. Your happiness meant the world to William, and since Valentine's Day was approaching, he couldn't let it slide. It was decided that on that special day you'd spend time together. He knew perfectly well that you spent all the past Valentine's days alone, so his heart was just breaking from the thought of his princess being sad, he had to make you happy, had to make you feel loved.

You're still sleepy, your hair messy as he pulls you close to his body, pressing his lips against your forehead, sweet whisper in your ear “Happy Valentine's day, my princess.”

You are beautiful in any state, William thinks. Sleepy, shy, playful, angry, offended, happy, sad. Everything adorns his perfect girl. The way you giggle and try to slightly push him away when he doesn't stop peppering kisses all over your face, beard tickles your skin and he scoops you in his arms, letting you sit on him. You're covered in a blanket, of course, you just woke up, but he just doesn't give a damn. In a blanket, or in a dress, or in jeans, or completely naked, William always finds his princess sexy and hot.

A box of your favorite chocolates is just a warm-up. William knows that such small gifts give the most sincere emotions, to see how your sweet face glows with happiness, your lips smile and your eyes shine is precious to William.

You look at him sleepily from beneath your lashes. “Thank you, William.” you whisper before pressing a lingering kiss on his lips. You let out a content sigh; the warmth of his body melting any remaining weariness within you.

For such special day, William had taken his princess out for a romantic dinner at the most expensive restaurant. He parks his car and opens the door for you, as a princess you are. His hand cups under your elbow as he gently guides you towards the entrance while admiring how beautiful you look dressed in that elegant dress hugging all your curves tightly. You're shown to your table, situated right by a window overlooking a city illuminated by soft light which captivates your eyes. William, as gentleman he is, pulls out your chair before seating himself next to you.

Pleasant charming music, delicious dishes that look just too appetising and good. And of course, a few glasses of red wine, just to lighten the mood, as William says.

“Just to lighten the mood” smoothly turns you both slightly drunk as you feel a little hazy. Your lips parted when you laugh at his compliments and your cheeks burning, from both of his words and alcohol. When your conversations turned into an outright flirtation with perverted hints, William wasn't so drunk yet, so he was able to book a room.

The most important gift on Valentine's Day is to fuck your princess that hard so she can't walk the next day. You couldn't even make it to the bedroom when William pulled you towards him, one of his hands groping your butt through your dress while he makes out with you. Kiss is intoxicating and soon enough you start grinding yourself on him, asking for more.

“You want more, Princess?” he groans, pulling away from you and starts trailing his kisses down your collarbone. “i will fuck you nice and hard, just how you love it.”

“Please, ruin me.” you whisper back to him, fisting his hair while he circles his tongue all over your nipple. He squeezes one of them firmly as he sucks the nipple into his mouth. You moan softly as he flicks your buds with his tongue while gently biting occasionally. Your breath hitches in anticipation, feeling him playing more aggressively now. “Hahh! Fuck me. . .”

“Not yet, baby, need to taste you.” he murmurs and pushes you on the bed. His hands slides down your body, taking his time to caress every inch of you. He runs his hand down your hips until it finally reaches between your legs. “gonna make my girl feel good.” he pulls your wet panties down. William sighs, looking at your pussy, all soaked, slick and ready for him, needy for his attention. Just as how he likes.

Not a second pass when he stuffs his face into your wetness. He eats you out aggressively, lapping at your folds like a starved man. Your moans echoes in his ears, your voice so cute and angelic whenever you whimper “feels so good!”

William's tongue flicks against your clit, eliciting more moans from you while his hands cups your ass, pulling you closer and keeping your legs apart. He alternated between suckling on your bundle of nerves and circling his tongue around it. The harder he went the wetter you got. His tongue plunged deep into your slit, savouring your sweet taste. You clench the sheets as he assaults your cunt.

“Awhhh, fuck!” leaves your lips while you squirm, William runs one finger at your entrance, slowly filling you before adding another. The sudden stretch makes you cry out louder and grind against his mouth. William devours your little cunt like it's his last meal, his hair mess from your fingers nonstop running through it and his pupils blown wide. His chin covered in your slick as you leaking so much for him, your pussy needy for his cock.

And that's when you finally, finally get fucked real good. He pushes your body towards him by your ankles, making you lay at the edge of huge bed when he slides his swollen leaking tip over your pussy. He puts your pretty legs on his shoulders and starts fucking you in mating press, biting your lips, ruining your lipstick and pounding you like there's no tomorrow.

“Take that,” thrust. “take that, princess, so…oh my fucking god, so fucking tight around me.” another hard thrust, while you literally so cock-drunk as he ruins your cunt that you can't respond with anything else than just pleas and cries. “Feels too good for you to talk, yeah, baby?” he laughs.

William buries himself deeper into your pussy, pressing his forehead against yours and groans. And that's when something cracks into his brain. He had to make sure to spill his load inside you and fill you, till the last fucking drop. Your sweet cunt squeezing around his dick making it nearly impossible not to give in and breed you. Your body responds eagerly as he increases pace, thrusting deeper where it already starts to hurt; filling you completely till you clings onto him desperately, whimpering softly with each pound.

“Need your seed inside me, William. . .” you purr into his ear, while your unfocused eyes stare into his as you leave a few scratches on his back. William blinks. His cock pulses inside your sopping wet cunt, your warmness milking him, bringing him dangerously close.

“I'm gonna fill you, doll, gonna breed this little pussy, oh fuck.” he grunts against your lips as he picks up pace pounding harder and deeper into your core. Your nails slide down his back, leaving fiery trails as the knot of pleasure tightens sweetly again at the very thought of being completely filled with him.

William couldn't think of anything else than only pumping you full of his seed, his only thoughts were about breeding his princess and you were more than ready, your body itself begging him.

“Take it all, princess,” he growls and spills inside of you, never stopping moving his hips to make sure all of his cum is inside his princess. Soft moans leaves both of you as William feels your little pussy clenching around him, milking him dry, your soft spongy walls squeeze his dick. He finally stops lazily thrusting inside you, but doesn't pull out. “such a good girl for me.” you can't hide the smile from his praise, he leans down and presses a tender kiss on your lips. “Happy Valentine's Day, my love.”

[zegrasdrysdale]

Please write Jamie drysdale morning smut 🙏 like I feel like it would be so soft and sweet in the morning with him

[ morning sun ] j. drysdale

paring : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

summary : Jamie and (Y/N) can't keep their hands off each other when she wakes up one morning and finds that Jamie is back from his two week roadie

warning(s) : smut ! but like incredibly soft and sweet, oral (f receiving), p in v unprotected sex, pet names during sex

author’s note : ask and you shall receive

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The first thing she sees when she opens her eyes is the morning sun that's coming in through the window. She feels the heat from the sun on her face before she turns her head and looks behind her when she feels a presence she didn't fall asleep to.

A smile forms on her lips when she sees that her boyfriend is lying in bed behind her. He's asleep, but she can't help but roll over and throw herself around him the best that she can.

He lets out a soft groan as she peppers her boyfriend's face with soft kisses. "You're here," she mumbles. "I'm not dreaming. You're actually here."

"Good morning to you too," Jamie says, voice slurred with sleep. "I thought I'd get a little more sleep before you attacked me."

"You don't get out of kisses because you're sleeping," she tells him. "Especially not after you've been gone for two weeks. I missed you."

Jamie wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her so she's lying on him. She smiles as she straddles his waist under the comforter. "I missed you too," Jamie softly tells her. She looks down at him and he pushes her hair behind her ear so he can clearly see her face.

Her eyes scan his entire face. He looks exhausted but his eyes are bright in the sunlight that is coming in through the window. His freckles are so much more prominent in the morning and she has no idea why. All she knows is that she loves it.

She drags the back of her pointer finger across his cheek. "I like this," she tells him. "You let it grow out while you were on the road." He has let his beard grow out a little more than he usually does when he's home.

"Always do," he points out. "I was too tired to shave when I got home at three in the morning. Plus, I didn't want to make too much noise in case it woke you up."

"So thoughtful," she giggles.

A comfortable silence falls between them before Jamie leans up and captures her lips in a soft kiss. She hums and leans into him after a moment, deepening the kiss.

Jamie’s fingers leave her hair and trail down her back. He grips her waist and holds her close. One of her hands cups his jaw and the other holds her up so she doesn’t crush him. Not that she weighs that much.

The tips of Jamie’s finger slip up under the tank top she’s wearing. She feels goosebumps form on her skin where he touches her and she shivers. It’s only been two weeks since he last touched her but it’s felt like an eternity.

His hands run up her back under her tank top. It pushes the fabric up and she feels his t-shirt on her bare belly. She decides that it’s just in the way so she breaks the kiss and sits up on Jamie’s waist. He stares up at her as she pulls the tank top off, leaving her entire upper body bare and exposed. Jamie bites his swollen bottom lip.

“Remind me to never go on a two week road trip again,” he comments. His hands run up her belly and over her breasts. He stops and gives her nipples some attention. She sighs and puts her hands over his. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Jamie’s voice comes out as a whisper.

“Says you.”

Jamie’s fingers find the back of her neck and he sits up to reconnect their lips. He pulls her into him and the kiss is immediately deep yet gentle. Her fingers grip at his t-shirt as she feels his bulge grow against her core.

She slowly grinds down against him without breaking the kiss. He groans and his free hand flies to her waist. “Fuck,” Jamie sighs. “You have no idea what you do to me, baby.”

“I think I have an idea,” she pants against his lips. Jamie smiles then bites at her bottom lip.

Tired of feeling Jamie’s t-shirt against her skin, she reaches between them and pulls the fabric over his head. It breaks the kiss in the process but she’s happy to have his shirt off and on the floor with hers.

Her fingers run down his chest until they get to the waistband of his pajama pants. Her eyes follow her fingers while Jamie’s eyes stay on her face. Her fingers lightly touch a bruise on his side that he got in one of the games he played in on the roadie.

He hooks his thumbs into the pair of pajama shorts that she’s wearing. “Need to taste you,” he tells her. “Please.”

She happily lifts her hips up so Jamie can slide both the pair of shorts and the wet panties that she’s wearing off her body. He grabs her waist and rolls them until she’s on her back and looking up at him. He settles on his knees between her legs and presses soft kisses into the skin on her neck. Soft pants pass her lips as his lips trail down her body.

These are the moments that she misses when he leaves for longer road trips. He hasn’t been home to kiss her or touch her in days, and she’s missed being able to wake up and kiss him as the morning sun shines in their room.

The kisses are so much softer in the morning. They can also take their time because they’re both early risers that don’t have to actually get out of bed for another hour or so sometimes.

She tries to enjoy every moment she gets with her boyfriend when she can in the morning because she doesn’t get many of them during the season since their schedules don’t usual line up during the day and into the night if Jamie has a late game.

Jamie softly kisses up her inner thigh from her knee as soon as he gets settled on his stomach. She props up a pillow behind her so she can look down at him without straining her neck.

He looks up at her, eyes asking for permission. She gives him a little nod so he knows it’s okay.

They’ve been doing this for years at this point and Jamie still makes a point to ask for consent. He’s so hot for that.

With the okay from her, Jamie leans in and wraps his lips around her clit. She lets out a soft sigh and her eyes flutter shut as he begins to lightly suck on the bud.

“God, Jamie,” she breathes out. Her hands fly to his hair and she curls her fingers in his locks.

He hums and it radiates throughout her entire body. She has to bite her bottom lip to keep from being too loud and waking the neighbors. Jamie pulls her legs up over his shoulders as he continues to eat her out.

She squirms under Jamie’s touch and does her best not to be too loud. Any other time, she would be practically screaming his name but it’s so early in the morning that she would definitely wake the neighbors up.

The last thing she needs right now is to be interrupted because she’s too loud. It wouldn’t be the first time. That was Jamie’s fault though.

Her legs begin to shake the closer she gets to her orgasm. Jamie realizes this and slides a finger into her. “Fuck,” she gasps from the familiar pressure. Jamie smiles against her core.

“Gonna come for me, baby?” he asks.

She whines and nods. “Yeah,” she breathes out. “Jamie.”

Jamie gives her clit one last suck as he adds a second finger. “Come,” he tells her. “I’ve got you.”

The second he curls his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, she’s gone. Her entire body arches off the bed as she comes all over his fingers and mouth. His name passes his lips as her body becomes jelly on the mattress.

Somewhere in a far, far away world, she feels Jamie licking up her come. She shudders at the feeling.

When she comes to, Jamie is hovering over her with a smile on his face.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Mhm,” she hums. Jamie leans down and kisses her. She tastes herself all over his lips and she hums.

Her fingers hook into the waistband of his pajama pants. She pushes them down as far as they’ll go and Jamie laughs. “So needy,” he tells her as he kicks off both his pajama pants and boxers.

“Only for you,” she mumbles into the kiss the follows. “I needed you in me like last week. Please.”

Jamie pulls back and looks down at her. “You’re sure you are okay for this?” he asks. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She nods and hooks her fingers into the gold chain around his neck. “I’m okay,” she assures him. “Please can you just fuck me?”

He smiles and lines himself up with her. She’s so slick that he slides right in.

A soft gasp passes her lips as he slowly presses into her. Their eyes lock and she feels herself fall into his eyes. She stares up at him as he bottoms out in her. She reaches up and pushes the hair out of his face, holding it behind his ears.

“I missed you,” she tells him for what’s probably the millionth time that morning. “So much.”

“I know,” he replies as he leans down to kiss her. “I missed you too. I hate going on those long roadies.”

She runs her fingers through his hair and kisses him back just as softly as he kissed her. “I hate when you go on long roadies too,” she mumbles. “I also hate when you don’t move.”

Jamie laughs into the kiss and rolls his hips once. She lets out a soft moan that he swallows. Once turns into twice and soon Jamie’s moving at a slow but deep pace. She wraps her legs around his waist and he moves even deeper into her.

The best thing about dating a hockey player is the stamina. Jamie could go for hours and doesn’t run out of breath very easily. She’s a labored mess while he seems to be doing just fine.

His chain rests on her neck as he moves. The bed lets out an occasional squeak but Jamie’s moving so slow that it’s rare.

She breaks the kiss and Jamie rests his forehead on hers.

“I love you,” Jamie tells her, voice coming out as a soft whisper. “So much.”

“I love you too,” she pants. Jamie hits her favorite spot and she grasps onto his arms. “Jamie, don’t stop. Ever.” She doesn’t know if she’s talking about his movements or him loving her at this point.

Jamie presses a soft kiss to the tip of her nose as he continues his slow yet deep pace.

As much as she wants him to move faster, she loves this pace too. It’s like he’s trying to enjoy this moment too.

Neither of them want it to end too soon. Especially since he’s home for two days before he goes back on a shorter roadie.

She leans up and captures his swollen lips in a soft kiss. Then she does the one thing that neither of them expect. She uses her hips and rolls them over until she’s sitting on his dick.

Surprise is in Jamie’s eyes when she breaks the kiss and sits up so he’s completely inside of her. One leg is on either side of his waist. “Shit,” he gasps. “That was hot.”

She has a proud smile on her face at his compliment. “You just lay there and look pretty,” she tells him. “My turn.”

Slowly, she rolls her hips and she sighs as Jamie’s dick slips in and out of her. His hands rest on her hips as she rides him, and he helps her keep her pace. Her breathing is still incredibly labored as she moves.

A familiar pit forms in her stomach. She’s already so close to another release, and by the way Jamie’s breathing quickens, she knows he is too.

“Look so pretty when you ride my dick in the morning,” Jamie pants. “Fuck, baby.”

He’s one to speak. Jamie is practically glowing in the sunlight that’s shining through the window. His eyes are bright despite a layer of lust over them. His hair is sprawled out on the pillow underneath his head. His lips are beautifully red and swollen.

Jamie looks like a wet dream to her.

She quickens her pace slightly and throws her head back in pleasure. “Jamie,” she whines. “Feel s’ good inside me. God.”

“You wanna come on my dick?” he asks as he sits up. His lips meet hers in a hot kiss. She softly moans in response and Jamie smiles. “Come, baby. Come on my dick, pretty girl.”

It only takes a handful of minutes before she’s coming for the second time that morning. Jamie wraps his arms around her as her body goes limp. She cries out his name as he fucks up into her for a second until he’s coming in her pussy.

She slumps against his body, and Jamie’s softening dick stays inside her for a moment. His come dripping onto his thighs. It’s such a dirty and intimate moment before he moves her. “Gonna clean you up,” he tells her. “One second.”

He lays her on her back onto the mattress. He disappears for two seconds while she finds her way back to her body after the intense orgasm she just had. Her body is still limp when Jamie returns with a wet cloth in his hand. He cleans both their bodies before he crawls back into bed.

Strength finally returns to her and she rolls so her body is pressed against his. Her head rests on his chest as he pulls the blankets over their naked bodies.

She traces slow shapes into his chest and Jamie runs his fingers through her hair. “You okay?” he asks. “Not too much?”

“Never too much,” she replies as she lifts her head. “Loved it. Love you.”

Jamie captures her lips in another slow kiss.

“Love you too.”

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Us Cowpokes, We Take It As It Comes

A/N: So this all started based on a little tidbit I saw today about a silly little southern rule that sparked my interest RIGHT away. Wear the hat, Ride the cowboy. (May do a ghoulish version of something like this as well) Anyways, I'm terrible but we're all here so...Enjoy....

Pairing: PreWar!Cooper Howard x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Ummmm smut! PnV, Foul language obviously, sexual themes, minor DNI!!!, 18+ Darlin', Workplace relations, Cooper Howard bro.

Dark worn boots beat a steady path against hard oak floors, every head in the saloon turning from the armed gunman to lay eyes on their hometown hero. "Cooper!" My voice cried out, throwing an outstretched arm towards the cowboy. The gunman laughed balling my hair tighter behind my head making me hiss "Cooper Howard in the flesh!" his voice rang through the silent bar. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting you?...Couldn't be this little thing here could it? Hmm?" A dark brow raising as Cooper took in the bearded man. "No, no Mr. Palo...Y'see I've been after you since Amarillo....and as for the girl?" Cooper's hand stealthily moved to his hip to draw his pistol. Palo's eyes snapped to his holster, his hands releasing my head to grab his own gun. A piercing shot rang through the wooden building as people shouted and hid while Palo's body fell behind my form with a thud, a race he'd never have won.

"She's spoken for." Cooper took easy strides towards me, brows furrowed in concern as his gloved hand met my forearm to tug my body against his side. "They'll...They'll come after you next, mark my words Howard!" Palo coughed, his hand moved for his gun in his final breaths making Cooper's trigger finger pull one last time. My eyes squinted shut, arms pulling myself closer to Cooper's body with a gasp only opening again as the bar music began to play. "Is- is it over Mr. Howard?" I gazed up at Cooper with wide eyes, his own relaxed gaze staring back at me as he pulled me out of the saloon. "No darlin' I'm afraid not..." His voice low as he spoke to me, left hand pulling his glove off the other. "So he's honest when he says more of his men will come!" I breathed watching Cooper's fingers catch in his mouth, a loud whistle calling his horse, Sugarfoot. "Maybe so, I say let them come." His confidence radiating through his stark smile, turning to ready his horse for our long ride.

"Um...Mr. Howard?..." I coyly grinned tugging on the back of his blue button down. "Why yes? Miss Carlisle?" Cooper turned to meet my ask, my hand moving up to remove his hat bringing him closer. "I could've sworn, I heard you say I was spoken for in there." For once the cowboy faltered as we met face to face, his adams apple bobbed with a swallow. The humble cowboy nodded, "I guess I did." hazel eyes finding the ground for a moment. My head tilted ever so slight to close the distance between our lips, a nervous hand found the space between my shoulder blades while the other cupped my cheek. Cooper pulled away keeping me close, "Let's get a move on darlin'." His show stopping grin catching the lens once again.

"CUT! Beautiful work everybody!" The director clapped along with some of the camera crew. Cooper's head ducked in a modest bow, hand moving up to wave off the praise while I gleamed a smile placing his cowboy hat atop my head. "Thank you- oh ah thank you!" His voice carried around set as everyone mingled. "You know Cooper, I am so glad you decided to take up my offer on revamping an old project...I know everything's been a little downhill since the uh- Divorce- but, I really think this is going to be good for your career!" Our director insisted, shaking Cooper's hand. "Yeah, I'm just glad to be back at it! It's easier having a job in the city so I can stop in and see Janey after work...and ah-" Cooper's eyes drifted over to my face, a laugh rattling out of me as I spoke to one of our costume directors, cowboy hat still on my head. "Hey can I uh, can we chat later?" though it was an ask Cooper began to walk away from our rambling director after noticing me make my way towards the dressing rooms.

"And where do you think you're going?" Cooper called after me with a sly grin, fingers pointed up like a gun. I turned towards the older man, his gesture pulling a soft laugh from me "Oh, I'm sorry sheriff, I was just gonna mosey on along to my dressing room if that's alright with you?" I teased with a heavy southern accent as Cooper came closer. "Why no, It's not. See, you seem to have something of mine." His lips closed into a smug smirk giving the cowboy hat a flick. "Oh! So sorry Mr. Howard, I swear I wasn't stealing." I joked going to remove the old hat from my head, yet hands placed themselves over mine. "Now normally, I'd shoot you where you're standing." Cooper started again, finger gun pressed to my breasts, "But, for you I may have to make an exception." His body bent ever so slight, eyes boring into my own. "Mmmm and why is that?" My heart raced beneath his middle and pointer finger. "Cause it does look good on you...and I can't fault you that." Cooper winked, straightening his posture back out, fingers moving away from my chest to find my back.

"I don't suppose anyone's ever mentioned the cowboy hat rule to you? Hmm darlin'?" A dark brow lifted over Cooper's eyes while he guided me down the hall. "There's a rule for hats?" I asked with a tilt of my head making Cooper chuckle. "Mmmmhmmm. Wear the hat. Ride the cowboy." He teased, the sentence fell from his lips with a click behind his teeth. My eyes blew wide, brows knitting together as I collected his words, a hand placing itself against the door to none other than Cooper Howards dressing room. "Oh I seeeee." My lip pulled between my teeth, I turned to face Cooper again with my hands raised in surrender seeing his 'gun' back up with a mischievous grin. "Oh please Mr. Howard! It was an honest mistake really, I could make it up to you...If you had any suggestions?" I closed my eyes in feigned fear, sliding one open to watch Cooper look back and forth before capturing my raised wrists in on hand, his firm body pushing me flush against the door.

"The only thing I can think of darlin'...Is that rules are rules...and as a sheriff it'd be wrong if I went around breaking them. How would that look?" Cooper's brows lifted in innocence as the handle popped open for he and I to back inside of the secluded room. "Oh, well we wouldn't want that." I nodded watching him nudge the door shut, and in a moment he was on me again with a needy kiss. Thick fingers tugged at the buttons of my costume pulling the white blouse I wore open so his lips could ghost across the soft skin of my chest. "I'd really like it." Cooper's lips planted a trail as he spoke "If you took all this off for me." He gestured over my side with one hand, my shirt falling to the floor.

So I did just that, stripping the old western get up off my body, leaving me naked before the older man. Cooper's face dipped low to nip and suck at my skin as clothing fell from it his hands pressing on either side of my chest to push my flesh together, releasing to watch the soft bounce of my tits as he let out a satisfied groan. "Is there, anything else you'd like?" My voice soft and breathy, one hand combing back dark hair while the other palmed him through pinstriped slacks as Cooper explored. Hazel eyes eclipsed by dark blown pupils as I met Cooper's gaze again, his warmth retreating with fluid steps towards his couch removing his belt in one swift movement letting the leather fall with a thud, wide dominant thighs spread as fingers coaxed me closer. Cooper's hands gripped my hips placing a kiss to my sternum "I just want you." his head falling against the back of the velvet sofa to grin up at me.

My knees hit the floor beneath me finding my place between Cooper's thighs with a nod "How bad exactly?" my fingers tugging open his zipper to tug his dick free, hand stroking him slowly. "I- oh so bad darlin' been needing you allll day." He gulped watching my lips ghost over the tip of his dick, tongue smoothing over him before dipping low to take his length into my mouth. A breathy moan left Cooper while I worked him with my mouth, delicately massaging his balls. "Ahh that's, that's it." He praised finding the back of my head to guide my movements as I bobbed and sucked, plush bottom lip pulled harsh between white teeth. "There's- whoo baby hol' on." Cooper's tongue darted out to soothe his lip, accent thick as he pulled me off his cock. "Remember what you started now." Cooper tugged my hips over his own forcing my legs to straddle him. I let my hands run along the damp skin of his firm chest, hips rolling to grind my wet core against Cooper's dick making us both sigh.

"I want you to ride me- Think you can handle that cowpoke?" Cooper's lips traced my jaw, rough fingers circling my clit pulling a moan from my chest. Lips finding their place together as I eased myself down onto Cooper, his jaw going slack once our bodies pushed flush against one another. Mumbles of perfection and disbelief fell from Cooper like a waterfall, his hands gripping at my thighs. The stars chest heaved as I began to bounced and roll my hips against him, my lips leaving hot kisses along the sensitive skin of his throat with a moan. A hiss pushed between Cooper's teeth, his hips bucking to meet my own slower movements making me grin.

"What are you...playing at baby." Cooper cocked his head, drawing out a moan as he spoke, arm looping around my waist to pull me closer. "You said you wanted me to ride you- that's what I'm gonna do." My words came out in a deep whine while my movements grew bold forcing Cooper's hips to still, a hand gripping at the loose fabric of his unbuttoned shirt. I began to grind my hips down against him, tongue sliding past Cooper's lips with a groan. The sound of wet skin and heavy breaths filled the dressing room as I rode Cooper. Before long he was panting and twitching beneath me, something snapping within the man as he opened his eyes and watched my body bounce against his.

In a flash my body was bent over the arm of the couch, legs pushed wide so Cooper could slot himself back into my cunt from behind. The loud moan I gave brought back Cooper's smile as he fucked into me, hands digging at my sides, hips and ass "Hold on baby I'm- I'm almost there." He moaned watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. "Cooper I'm gonna-" I whined pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts causing him to growl. "Go head darlin', come on give me what you got." Cooper licked his lips, groaning as I came around him, walls quivering and clenching. His hips continued rolling my orgasm through me until I felt warm thick ropes fill me and run down my inner thigh.

Cooper fell heavy against my back with a satisfied hum, hands massaging my skin as he peppered kisses along my spine. Pulling out of me he'd wandered away for a moment to find something to clean me up with. When he returned I laid across the smooth velvet catching my breath. "Now that's a sight." He chuckled kneeling between my legs to clean his mess, cowboy hat long forgotten on the floor next to us along with the scuff marks the couch legs had left. "Well, you know us cowpokes." I shrugged making Cooper glance up at me with a raised brow. "We take it as it comes." I giggled letting my head fall back while Cooper shook his head tossing his towel aside with a smile.

[mykneeshurt]

Hello! I wish you a happy new year!🎆

I wanted to request how would 141 + Alejandro & Rudy react on New Year’s Eve when their s/o gets a little tipsy and flirts with them but in a “cute” way yknow? Being silly and stuff xd

Happy new year! My celebrations are very subdued currently hence why I’m writing lmao. Not me smirking at how cute some of these were 🥹 I hope you like them 🥰

Price 🥃

Price would step into ‘dad’ mode, he’d be overly protective of you. ‘Think you’ve had enough love.’ But you’d always stare up at him with puppy dog eyes ‘you’re so handsome when you try to look after me.’

You’d flutter your eyelashes and pout until he bought you another drink. He’d say no at first, but how could he say no to you and those big old eyes. Sighing he’d go to the bar ‘single vodka lemonade and lime please.’

You’d stroke his beard, then his cheek before offering him a toothy smile. ‘How’d I get so lucky Mr Price?’

He’d chuckle to himself ‘now I know you’ve had enough’ rolling his eyes. He didn’t think he was handsome and struggled to take compliments from you.

You’d giggle into his chest, the giddy wave of alcohol rolling over you. Your eyes heavy he’d wrap a protective arm around you ‘bed time soon sleeping beauty’. He’d whisper kissing your head as the ambiance in bar grew more lively.

‘Not before my new years kiss’ you pouted. As the clock counted down he’d hold you close, breathing in your glorious smile. When the clock hit 12 he whisper ‘happy new year love’ before planting a loving kiss onto your longing lips.

Soap 🧼

Soap loves seeing you tipsy, you let your guard down, any anxiety seemingly washing away. If anything he’s a bad influence.

You and Johnny had only been dating a few months but he always made you feel at ease. Johnny returned from the bar with 2 pints, feeling a bit cheeky you plopped a penny into his drink. ‘God save the queen Johnny’ you smiled.

‘You wee devil’ he smirked before downing his pint. ‘Like drinking games?’ He asked.

Fluttering your lashes you traced your finger along his arm ‘I like a lot more than that Johnny.’

Cheeky minx.

You’d pull him up to dance and he’d go willingly, anything to put his hands on you. You’d dance for a while until your feet started hurting, stumbling back to your booth you’d sip at your untouched pint. ‘God save the queen’ he’d smile dropping a penny into your drink.

Laughing you hit his arm playfully before being a good sport and downing your own.

As the clock counted down to midnight he’d pull you into his arms, cup your face and with a huge toothy grin he’d kiss you deeply. ‘Happy new new year hen.’

God save the queen is a drinking game where you put a penny in someone’s pint and they have to down it before the queen drowns. Would be king now ffs.

Ghost 💀 - currently how my NY plans are lmao

Awwwwk my wee Simon. You’d be at home for New Years, away from the over priced drinks and over crowded bars. He’d be nursing shorts of his bourbon. You’d be on the Prosecco.

You’d watch a few films accompanied by a buffet of party food. After a few glasses of Prosecco you’d be feeling cheeky. Start play fighting, demand he rub your poor feet. Rolling his eyes he’d chuckle ‘get those hooves away from me.’

As you went upstairs to toilet you’d misjudge a step and fall laughing on the step. He’d find you in a mess on the stairs. But he’d be laughing inside at your clumsiness, one of the things he loves about you.

He’d help you up with you grazing his biceps ‘my knight in shining armour’ you’d tease. Rolling his eyes he’s reply ‘yes and you’re my drunken wench.’

You’d put BBC1 on to watch the firework display, to bring in the new year. He’d put your song on and slow dance your way into the new year. Closing your eyes you’d slow dance against his chest, looking up to kiss him you’d see he’d removed his mask for the first time.

‘Happy new year sweetheart.’

Gaz 🇬🇧

Gazzzzzz. He would take you to dinner before hand, wine would be flowing and you’d be very tipsy by the end. Under the table you’ve stroke your foot up his leg. Causing him to blush. ‘Oh my god stop someone will see.’ He was always so bashful.

He’d take you to one of his local spots to being in the new year. Walking to the pub you try and grab his ass, his muscular legs. ‘Oi! Cheeky!’ He’d laugh spinning you round planting a kiss on your cheek.

When you get to the pub you’d find a quiet corner to sit in. He’d buy the first round and as he sits down you’d slide your hand under his bum, trying to cop a feel again.

He’d laugh ‘you’re ridiculous!’

‘Yeah and your gorgeous’ you’d reply kissing his cheek.

As the pin counted down to midnight he’d swing your legs over his and pull you close, ‘happy new year babe.’ Placing his lips on yours.

Alejandro 🌹

Alejandro would wine and dine you in a local romantic restaurant, we’re talking good quality red wine and roses.

He’d take you to a secluded spot he knows of to watch the fire works at midnight. ‘So glad I have a big strong man to take care of me out here’ you slur to him. Your head swimming from the wine. He’d grab your chin ‘the only person you have to worry about out here is me mi amor.’

He’d laugh at your drunken ramblings about your day, how you slurred that bitches name from the office who annoyed you so much. He loved how animated your face was.

‘Your lips are so pretty’ you smirk at him.

‘And you’re pretty drunk’ he’d reply. You’d fold your arms and pout ‘I am not!’

‘Oh mi amor, you absolutely are. Lucky I love the way you slur my name.’ You’d playfully slap him away, ‘such a pest.’

As you watched the fireworks over the horizon lighting up the sky you’d lean in, cupping his jaw. ‘Feliz año nuevo.’

Rudy ❤️

Any date with Rudy is fun, he has a wicked sense of humour and loves to be a wind up merchant to you.

For New Years he takes you to his favourite bar which is hosting a ticketed event. Its 70s fancy dress, Rudy dresses in a deep red pant suit with flares, and a black wig to match.

‘Do the curtains match the carpet?’ You question teasingly, having had a few too many to drink. ‘Maybe I can show you later?’ He purrs in your ear.

You dance the night away, drinks flowing, sharing stories. He can’t take his eyes off you in your ridiculous 70s outfit.

Rudy would be using 70s slang all night. Having researched it to be authentic. After sipping on a questionable cocktail he turns to you ‘that’s a freaky deaky cocktail!’ Smirking you absolutely cannot help yourself ‘hm maybe you can show me you freaky dicky cocktail later.’

Your awful humour is always something he loved he’d just raise an eyebrow and laugh with you.

As midnight looms he’d pull you close, unable to take his eyes off your drunken state. Whispering ‘mi amor’ before kissing you deeply.

[cumikering]

Alex Keller x reader 4

2.2k | soft smut, face riding, boobjob

You could get used to this (part 1)

This is the last one, I promise <3 @glitterypirateduck

Alex propped himself up with a hand, smiling as he waited for you to join him in bed. His eyes voyaged down your body as you emerged out of his shower. The way your soft skin glowed, your lips rosy from the heat – it was a sight he’d never get tired of. His shirt was the best thing you could ever wear.

You climbed into bed, pressing your forehead against his, eyes shut. He breathed deeply as his thumb caressed your cheek. Saturday nights at his apartment became a comfortable routine.

I wish you never have to leave.

Your hand snuck under his shirt, scratching his back. A satisfied hum slipped past his lips. You always knew how to make him feel good.

Just wanna stay like this forever.

His eyes opened to meet your smile. “Can we be more than this?” he breathed.

Wait, no. He wasn’t supposed to say it out loud. His heartbeat picked up.

“What do you mean?”

The tease in your voice was obvious, but he lost his cool all the same.

“Nevermind,” he mumbled, rolling onto his back.

Your gaze softened as you hovered over him, cradling his face. “You can just ask, you know.”

“I’m scared you don’t feel the same,” he said, almost pleading.

“Should I be the one asking?” A finger trailed along his bearded jaw. “I don’t mind.”

“Do you want me? Do you want to be mine?” he asked, voice heavy with hope.

“I thought I made it clear.” You smiled, rubbing his bottom lip with your thumb. “I do. I want you, Alex.”

His blue eyes searched yours before finally breathing out, “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

He pulled you in by the waist, cupping your face with another hand. He took no time to part your lips, desperately wanting to feel your tongue against his. He’d waited forever to hear the words from you. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could still taste them on you.

Alex kneaded your hip, rolling you onto you back without breaking the kiss. He climbed over you, his knee between your legs, grinding against your thigh. You hummed as he quickly hardened, groaning softly. It felt like he was constantly half hard around you, always a light touch or two away from being ready for you. Your hands slid under his shirt, roaming his powerful back.

“Are you mine?”

Your eyes shut as you savoured him, humming mindlessly.

“Tell me,” he demanded between kisses. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Alex,” you mustered, eyes half lidded.

His heart swelled with pride knowing he was the cause of the reaction. “Good.”

“Are you mine?” you said against his lips.

“Always been.”

You tugged on his shirt. He swiftly took it off before minding your attire. He took a moment admire your bare chest, your nipples hardening under his eager gaze. Your eyes trailed down to his erection before tracing over his waistband, making his abdomen clench in anticipation.

Alex leaned into the crook of your neck, planting kisses downwards between your breasts, your fingers in his hair. His eyes flicked to your face when you let out a soft hum. You were hopelessly beautiful.

He moved his knee over, now caging you under him. He sucked on a nipple while gently pinching the other, earning him soft whimpers.

“Can I come on your beautiful tits?”

You hummed, eyes shut.

He went back up to the other side of your neck. “Want to taste you, make you come on my face,” he said between kisses, a hand kneading your ass.

“Please,” you pleaded, leading his hand to your waistband, watching him through half lidded eyes.

“You never have to beg with me. I’m yours.“

Kneeling before you, Alex took his time pulling your shorts down, revealing your underwear where a dark patch had formed. He planted kisses along your thigh and calf before tossing the fabric aside. He watched closely as he spread your legs apart, revealing your glistening folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already. Did I do this?” he asked in a low voice, looking up to you briefly as you nodded, your lip between your teeth. “Such a pretty pussy. Is this all for me?”

He lay on his stomach and wrapped his arms around your soft thighs. He jerked you towards him, promptly kissing your wet lips making you gasp.

“Tell me what to do. Want to make you feel good.” He kissed your nub before swirling his wet tongue around it, maintaining eye contact.

“Yes, keep going,” you said breathlessly, your fingers in his blond hair.

He picked up his pace, flicking continuously, occasionally licking all the way up from your leaking opening, collecting your juices on his tongue. He wasn’t shy at all about slurping you.

“Now, you are delicious,” he said against your clit.

“Finger me.”

He wet a finger in his mouth before guiding it to your dripping slit, sliding right into you. His cock twitched in his sweats, at how warm you were, how you clamped down on him with such need.

Alex moved his hand back and forth, making you gasp. You threw your head back, whimpering softly, jaw slack. You squeezed your tits together, playing with your nipples.

“You look so good doing that. Fuck, I can’t wait to come on them.”

He pumped faster, the squelching audible, before leaning in again to purse your swollen nub with his lips. Your hips bucked under him as you moaned and moaned.

“Another finger?”

You nodded. Whining. Impatient.

You were filthy wet. A string of your slick clung to his thick finger as he pulled out. He sucked it off, absolutely enjoying your taste, before inserting two fingers back in. There was resistance, yet you were so slippery that he barely had to push. He picked up his pace as his tongue found your clit.

You pulled him close, grinding into his face. “Faster, baby,” you choked out.

Your increasingly urgent moans sounded too sweet, sending another jolt down his heavy cock. He humped the bed for much needed friction, causing him to grunt lowly.

It was your first time calling him baby. It was a simple gesture, yet the warmth spread in his chest.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed and pulled his waistband down to free his length. He hooked his arms over your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. His lips didn’t waste time meeting your sopping pussy again, looking up at you through his lashes.

The way your face twisted in pleasure, pretty lips parted as your breath hitched, hips canting towards him. Needy, begging for more. You made his cock pulse. He hummed as he jerked himself, fingers dripping with your slick, imagining how wonderful it would feel to be in you, his aching cock drowned in your wetness.

Mirror on the side, you could see how Alex hunched over you, stroking himself frantically, head bobbing as he relentlessly ate you. Did he intend for you to see? It felt obscene, like you were intruding on a private act of him demonstrating his eagerness for you, yet you couldn’t look away.

His strong arm flexed around your thigh, pinning you in place. His hips bucked as he fucked his own fist. Wanton. Ravenous. The small moans slipping past his lips against your pussy. The sight was so raw that it jolted you to your release.

“Al- you’re gonna make me come,” you said urgently.

He pulled away. “Not yet. Ride my face.”

He lay beside you and led you on top of him. You were hazy, palms against the wall behind the bed. Your pussy clenched from the delayed release, your juices mixing with his spit dripped down the inside of your thighs.

You barely settled over him when he pulled you down, his tattooed arms secure around your thighs, rocking you over him. You bit back a moan.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Want the neighbours to know I’m making you feel good.” He loved looking up at you like this. He marvelled at the way your lips parted, panting, his name planted at the tip of your tongue. “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful.

You fisted his hair as you thrusted with a whine, head thrown back.

He let out an amused chuckle. “Sorry, where are my manners. Shouldn’t be talking with my mouth full.”

His fingertips dug onto your thighs, helping you slide back and forth on his flicking tongue. When he sucked your clit, you cried out in pleasure, your thighs trembling around his head.

“Come for me, want to taste you.”

Another bead of precum trickled down his length. He was desperate for friction, of course, as if the throb in his flushed tip wasn’t enough proof, but making you feel good was precedence.

“I’m going to make you come again after this,” he said between licks.

“Oh- Alex, Alex, I’m coming,” you whined.

Your hips bucked, the drip on his hair tightened as your juices ran down his chin. He flicked languidly as you rode out your high before you pushed off him from over sensitivity. You lay beside him, your shaky thighs closed up haphazardly.

He sat up, grinning at you. You looked at him with lidded eyes, your smile satisfied. You were absolutely gorgeous, blushing after your high, making him swell with pride.

“Was that good?” He rubbed your thigh.

“The best.” You cupped his face.

“I hope you know how much I enjoyed your pussy.” He gave you a chaste kiss. “You got me real thirsty. Need you to give me some more.”

You reached for his cock and stroked it. “Do you still want to fuck my tits?”

“I only wanted to come on them, but fucking them would be even better.”

You led him to the edge of the bed, and you knelt on the floor between his muscular thighs. Alex propped his head up with pillows, eager to watch you leaning into his wanton cock as his fists clenched. Your hair fell around your face, brushing against his stomach. He gathered your hair, pulling it to one side as you kissed him all over his abdomen. His heavy cock leaked from the contact.

You licked along his length, from the wide base up to his tip before slipping his head into your hot mouth. He thrusted up into you, brushing against the roof of your mouth, finding the sight of your sweet lips wrapped around him incredibly sensual.

You moved up and down, spit pooling around his base, dribbling down to his balls. You worked your way lower and lower, revealing his glistening cock when you pulled away. After a few more attempts, he could tell you were struggling to get to the base, feeling you holding down your gag reflex.

He caressed your face. “Please, you don’t need to do that.”

“Want to make you feel good.” You stroked him as you swallowed, tears began to pool in your eyes.

“You make me feel good whatever you do. Don’t want to see you gag like that, please.”

You gave his tip one last kiss before you leaned away. You palmed the remaining juices from you pussy, smearing it all over his length. You pushed your tits together, engulfing him, before moving over his length. He groaned, watching how his tip disappeared with each stroke.

“You have a gorgeous cock. I love it in my mouth.” Your lips parted, sticking your tongue out.

He thrusted up, grunting as the tip of his throbbing cock rested against your hot, wet tongue. You flicked its underside and swirled over the head. His hips bucked with another sharp breath. It was just like what he always imagined.

“Oh shit,” he gasped.

You held your gaze on him as you bounced, his cock peeking out each time. He loved how soft and full your tits were wrapped around him. His heart swelled at how willing you were to please him.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Spit on my cock.”

Not missing a beat, you obliged, making him slide in and out more easily.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” He reached out to brush your lower lip with his thumb. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You tilted into his touch. “Come for me, Alex. Want you to come on my tits.” You pursed your lips around his thumb.

That pushed him over the edge. He groaned as his hips lifted to meet you. Thick ropes of come shot up to your neck before dribbling down your tits and fingers. You continued pumping at a steady pace, milking him dry.

He had a giddy smile as his breathing evened out. You sat next to him and reached over for some tissue on the nightstand. He beat you to it and cleaned you up, your chin and neck first down to your fingers, before wiping himself.

Alex pulled you to him as he lay back down. “That was lovely,” he said, kissing the top of your head, massaging the back of your thigh up to the swell of your ass. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You hummed, smiling against his chest. You traced mindless patterns over his tattoos down to his wrist before lacing your fingers with his. The both of you lay in silence, the gentle rise and fall of his breathing soothing against yours.

You looked up to his blue eyes gazing down on you, a faint smile on his lips.

You could get used to this.

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Kissing In The Rain » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and the reader kiss in the rain.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, kissing, cuddling, pet names (doll)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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You sighed as you looked out the window, watching rain drops roll down the window. Alpine jumped onto the windowsill, looking out the window with you.

“I know. It’s still raining, sweet girl.” You cooed, gently scratching behind her ear.

You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you from behind. You leaned back against Bucky’s body, laying your head on his shoulder. He gave you a soft sweet kiss on your lips.

“What are my girls doing?” Bucky asks, petting Alpine.

“Watching the rain. It’s kinda pretty to watch.” You say.

“Not as pretty as you.” He says, kissing your cheek.

“You’re so cheesy.” You giggled.

“You’re the only one who makes me cheesy, doll.” He says softly, kissing your cheek again.

You giggled when his beard poked your skin. You guys watched the rain until you got an idea.

“I have an idea!” You say excitedly.

You managed to get out of Bucky’s arms and ran towards the door without putting a jacket or a pair of shoes on. You ran down the hallway of the apartment complex to the elevator with Bucky following behind you.

“Doll, where are you going?” Bucky asks.

“You’ll find out in a minute.” You say.

You and Bucky gone onto the elevator and pushed the button to go down.

“Are you at least going to tell me your idea?” He asks curiously.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” You say with a smile.

The elevator dinged, letting you guys off on the ground floor. You immediately ran outside to the rain and started dancing around in it like you were a kid again.

“Doll, what the hell are you doing? You don’t have a jacket and shoes on. You’re going to get sick.” He says with concern in his voice.

“No I’m not! Come dance with me like it’s the 40s!” You say with excitement, holding out your hand.

That made Bucky smile widely. Bucky took you hand in his, twirling you around as if you two were in a movie. He then picked you up and spun the two of you around making you laugh. Your laughing died down and you looked into his beautiful blue eyes. You cupped his stubbly cheeks, placing your lips on his, kissing him passionately. The rain fell on the two of you as you guys kissed. It felt like everything around the two of you was in slow motion. Like sparks were flying. You pulled away from his lips slowly while looking into his eyes.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” You say softly with a smile.

Bucky kissed you softly, smiling against your lips.

“Thank you for making me feel young again.” Bucky says.

“Anytime, Sergeant.” You smiled, kissing him again.

“We’re soaking wet now. Let’s go inside, get changed and warmed up.” He says.

Bucky walked inside the apartment with you in his arms. The two of you changed out of your wet clothes and into dry clothes. You guys got comfortable on the couch with Alpine and a blanket with a movie playing on the TV.

“I love you, doll.” Bucky says, kissing his lips.

“I love you too, Buck.” You kissed him back.

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-Bucky Doll

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Hii I'm a big fan and I love your work 🛐

I've never done this before but I've been having thoughts 👁️ thoughts have been thunk about being in the bathroom talking to Wriothesley while he shaves his beard. Super domestic but it's also somewhat intimate y'know? Just having a nice chat at the start/end of the day and then at the end being able to rub your face against his freshly shaved face like HELLO?? This man has altered my brain chemistry 👩‍🦯I was wondering if you could perhaps elaborate on that a weensy bit 🤏or you can even go in your own direction for it 🕺

- purple anon 🪻

it makes me happy that you like my work! thank you purple anon🥹❤️ i love seeing fanart of wrio being a hairy, burly hunk with a beard and hair on his chest. ugh just does something to me🤭 i hope this is to your liking purple anon🥰(sorry it took so long)

you'd probably sit on the counter next to him or on the edge of the bathtub while he shaves his beard. talking about each other's day, plans for dinner, anything really. you usually get mesmerized while watching him shave his beard. noticing how careful his is as he runs the shaving razor on his neck, cheeks, chin. you asked him once if you could put shaving cream on his face for him and he let you try but you just messed around with it by putting it all over his face. so he doesnt let you do it again after that day lmao. but he will allow you to wipe his face clean of any left over spots of shaving cream. he loves how gentle you are when you do it and its a good excuse to get you to pamper him. he would probably shave every 2-3 days. if it's in the morning when you two are getting ready, he would shave while you are busy doing your makeup. if it's at night before bed, he would be shaving while you do your skincare and getting ready for bed. ngl you prefer him shaving at night because you're able to fully appreciate his face. once you two are settled in bed cuddling, you nuzzle your face in his neck, enjoying the scent of his aftershave. you'd rub your nose or cheek against his, leaving kisses here and there, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin against yours.

after he's all clean shaven and finished cleaning himself up, he'd turn towards you, asking you how he looks. you always give the same answer, "handsome" as you cup his cheeks and rub your thumb against his smooth skin. he'd wrap his arms around your waist as you lean against him, occupied by admiring his beautiful face. you'd trace your fingers on his skin, then pull his face close to yours, giving him a light kiss on his lips. moving your lips over to the corner of his lips, traveling to his cheek, leaving another gentle kiss. you explore the rest of his face, leaving feather light kisses against his skin, all the while, he has his eyes closed and holds you tighter, thriving in your affection. you finish by leaving one last kiss on the tip of his nose. opening his eyes, he gazes at you with a love struck look and slightly redden cheeks. he'd reciprocate your nose kiss by leaving one on yours as well. he leans his forehead against yours as you gaze into each others' eyes, enjoying each others' presence in the peaceful moment. he probably would never say it out loud but he looks forward to his shaving days because he knows you'll end up smothering him in your affection and attention which he craves.

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Lastochka - wedding night

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: You want to please your newly wedded husband, just as he has pleased you.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night, Esiponage

Warning : E rating. Smutty smut. Dom/Sub vibe. Safe word and consent discussed.

A/N: I am half asleep while proofreading this thing. any mistake I will come back correct it later. and i tried. I really tried. Thank you @siilvan for listening to me ranting about the plot. @nrdmssgs for helping me with Russian word. and @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot for rotting my brain and the main trigger to the birth of this fic from this NIKOLAI RENDER

“masterlist” 

Rising and falling tone of the Priest's prayer echoes through the wall of the small near empty church, reciting passages from the scripture.

The only two occupant to the ceremony, standing right in front of the altar, was Nikolai and yourself.

You lean your forehead against his, hand in hand, eyes closed, revering in this deep and sacred moment. 

“My Lastochka.” Nikolai murmured. Tinge of emotion in his slightly wavering voice. “My beautiful Lastochka.” he releases one of his hands and cupping your face gently as his thumb caresses your cheek. 

“I can’t give you a real wedding.” His guilt ridden face breaks your heart when he admits to you the harsh reality. “I… we.. we can’t get married legally. I am sorry. I asked you to be mine but…” 

Too many enemies. On both sides. Even with backings of strong allies, he couldn’t risk it. 

Not his beautiful bird. 

Gently grabbing his hands, you splayed it over your heart.

“I couldn’t care less what the world thinks.” you stroked his face. “I am yours already, body and soul.” 

The prayer came to a halt. Both of you open your eyes, and turn towards the and speak in a language you couldn’t quite understand. 

“Time for the vow.” Nikolai helpfully translated as he smiled. “Just repeat after him, as best as you can.” 

Pouting slightly, but couldn’t hide the smirk on your face, “Easier said than done.” You tried, with your best effort. The friendly priest slowed and broke down the sentences in little chunks to help you to get through the vow. You paused slightly at the middle, looking at the priest, then back towards Nikolai. He leaned forward slightly, whispering into your ear. His name. HIS REAL NAME. You nearly choked up as you repeated his name. Feeling it on your tongue. The sound of it in your ear. So sacred. So divine. He truly loves you. Trust you enough to entrust you with his real name. To let you hold that secret that only a handful of people in this world knows.

“See? You did well.” Nikolai squeezed your hand as you slid the simple gold band around his finger, giving you encouragement. Your heart melts and also some nether region which you really shouldn’t be feeling anything at this holy ground starts to heat up as well. 

The priest turned towards him, waving his hand to him, indicating it was his turn. Sentences flowing more freely. Letting his soothing baritone voice washes over you. Now you have the rest of your life to listen to it. You snapped your attention back when he gave your hand a light kiss, after sliding the wedding band on. 

Priest made the final prayer and smiled at you both as he closed his bible. 

“Now we are husband and wife. We are one.” Nikolai leans into your forehead again, cupping both of your face, eyes to eyes, gazing with adoration and love. 

“May I kiss my beautiful bride?” he asked with a husky voice as he hovered his lip mere millimetres away from yours. 

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” you smiled. Tears in your eyes. “The Lastochka is now forever yours. 

He is never satisfied with just one round.

Oh no. He will always make you scream out his name multiple times. Until you are satisfied. 

Overly satisfied.  

“You begged me for more, my little bird, who am I to deny my lover's request?” he purred, lapping up all the juice seeping out from your swollen lip, beard glistening with all the wetness, inciting another moan and shudder from you. “It will be sin to not make my bride fully satisfied on her wedding night.” 

His ability of coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you is mind blowing. Just as you thought you have nothing left in the tank, he draws out another blessed high out of you. With his tongue, mouth, hand or cock, or even just words of praises. 

You want to show the same amount of attention and love to him as well. 

This is where it leads you, kneeling in front of him, dressed in nothing but revealing lace lingerie, one hand at the base of his shaft, another gently massaging his balls, as you swirl your tongue at the tip of his cock, teasing him.

Nikolai grabs your chin with his thumb and finger, tilting the head up slightly to face him. You gave the tip a good suck, before releasing it with a deliberate pop, as you batter your eyes innocently, contrasting with the sly smile. 

“Being a tease, are we?” he smirked. “Now be a good little bird, Take it all in. Indulge me in what you can do.”  Tracing the contour of your face with his finger, until he reaches your mouth, sticking his thumb in.  “and make sure you swallow every drop of it when I fill this pretty mouth of yours with my pleasure. Nothing is to be wasted.” 

“As you wish…” sucking on his thumb lightly, while your hands running up and down his thigh, “Commander Nikolai.” you cooed. 

Oh, how his cock twitched, muscles tightened and eyes darkened with lust. You know you have played your card right. As much as you like the soft love making session, you also enjoy the dominating and possessive side of him, taking what he needs from you, yet still taking care of your needs. 

He leans back into the armchair, continuing to sip on the whisky from the tumbler glass, while looking down on you with lustful eyes. You couldn’t help it but clenching your thighs together trying to add some friction to sooth the heat and ache of your dripping core. 

Taking a deep breath in, you took as much of his cock into your mouth as possible. His length and girth never ceases to impress you. Sucking, twirling your tongue, where you couldn’t fit into your mouth, you pump it with your hand. Determine to pleasure him, to please him, and to show how much you appreciate him with all you got. 

As you feel his muscles tightening and breath hitching, you know he is getting close to his climax. Flickering your eyes up towards him, you can see him rolling his head back into the headrest, eyes closed and throaty groans could be heard over the obscene wet sound of your ministration. You feel his hand creeping up your shoulder, towards the back of your head, pressing down slightly, urging you to go deep as he thrust his hip up, matching your rhythm. 

Finally with a few more deep strokes, nearly choking you, he let out a loud groan as he finally released his hot cum into your mouth, as he continued to thrust into your mouth in a sloppy manner.

You sup up all his release until every drop of it was swallowed. Almost. You opened your mouth slightly as you pulled back, dragging your lip over the whole length of his still hardened member. 

You deliberately let a bit of your saliva and his cum dribble out as you lick around your lip, fully knowing the consequence of the action. After catching a bit of his breath, he leaned down towards your face, swiping his finger at the corner of your mouth and frowned. 

“What is this?” he tutted, “I think someone hasn’t been listening to my instructions.” 

You feigned displeased look on your face, fingers on your lips, “Oh, I am sorry, what can I do to make up for it?” leaning back onto your heel, you battered your eyes, as you duck your tongues in and out, licking your lip and teeth, questioning him. “Obviously I do deserve to be reprimanded for this… sloppy work.” 

“On your knees.” He demanded as he stood up from his chair, placing his glass onto the side table, slightly harder than intended. 

You followed his instruction quickly as you turned around, getting on all fours on the rug in front of the fireplace. You need him inside you NOW. Your sex is hot and dripping with wants. You tried very hard to refrain from touching yourself in the clit just to release that tension as you were sucking his cock. But you know the wait will be worth it once he starts to slam you with his hard and thick cock.

Kneeling down onto the rug, Nikolai positioned himself behind you. Leaning forward and whispering into your ear,  “Tell me if it's too much, my little bird.” he caresses your back, pushing you down slightly for better position. “You remember the safe word.” you nodded your head before you repeat the safe word both of you agree on, reassuring him.

Straightening himself up again, he grabs the meat of your ass, giving it a hard squeeze and massage before parting the cheek slightly, running the thumb down the crack, teasing a little over the tight ring, enticing a gasp from you, before continues down to the dripping folds of yours, sliding the fingers in and out.

“Wanting me so bad? Look at how wet you are already, and I haven’t even started..” pinching your clit,  you tilt your head back with a wanton moan, “Don’t worry. I will give you what you want, not before I get what I want from you first..”

With that, he grabbed his cock, teasing your opening slightly, sliding it up and down, wetting it before thrusting it in one go. 

It always feels so good. Too good. Getting stretched and taken from behind by him. He always knows where to aim, hitting the right spot, to give you the maximum pleasure, making you squirm and clench around his cock. He just knows your body too well. 

The sound of you moaning and gasping, along with his throaty groan, the slapping sound of body to body,slick wet sound of him thrusting fast in and out of your wet cunt into you echoes throughout the stone walled room, making it so dirty, so erotic, yet so sensual and passionate. 

“You take me so well, my beautiful bird,” he growled. “Look at you, squirming underneath me, you want it so bad? To cum hard on my cock?“ He asked as he changed the angle a bit, ghosting his thumb over your clit, teasing you. 

“Please let me cum please please please… ” you begged as you felt the coiling feeling building up fast.  With another few more hard thrust from him, you screamed out as you reached your orgasm, following not far behind with his own, his hot cum coating the inside of your wall, filling you. 

“Take it all in, Lastochka, take it, Keep it. Feel me, savour it… you mine.. No one else's… No one…..” he rambled on as he kept thrusting, until he was totally spent. Both of you collapsed onto the rug, panting away. He was careful not to put his weight on you, leaning his head into the crook of your neck, peppering you with kisses and words of praises, making sure you are alright.

“Remember, your punishment doesn’t end here… we still have all night to go through.” After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up again. You can feel him nibbling on your earlobe as he runs his hands up and down, grabbing your breast and teasing your nipple.  You can feel his cock starting to harden up again inside you. 

“Anything for you, my dear Nikolai.. Anything to satisfy my beloved husband. Please,take all you want.” you whispered, 

“This Lastochka is all yours, just as you are mine forever, дорогой.” 

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