#and i say this while cupping his beautiful bearded cheeks

[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 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟��. 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.

[ottpopfic]

“By the gods you're beautiful,” Jason breathes, that glassy look in his eye he gets when he goes all unreality “am I still dreaming?”

“You're not dreaming” Leo tries to soothe, cupping his man's jaw in his palm “I'm real”

“You sure?”

“Im sure”

“And you're not lying”

“No I'm here” he tells him ever so gentle, running his thumb over the apple of his cheek “We’re okay its not a dream”

Jason still doesn't look persuaded, leaning into every touch like it might be the last. It breaks Leo’s heart

“How can I help Cielito” Leo asks “How can I convince you?”

“Don’know” Jason presses his mouth into the pulse point on Leo’s wrist, breathing “you smell good”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Smell right”

“Then come here”

Leo draws him into his arms, getting Jason to pillow his head over his heart. Jason melts into him immediately, going boneless and lax as Leo threads his hands in his hair

“You wanna do the thing the moms said” Leo asks, starting on scratchies “It’s been helping”

“Counting?”

“Yeah” they have been doing it for a long while, but it's good to remind him where it comes from and that it helps “what can you see, two things?”

“The bed and uh” Jason buffers for a second “no shirt”

“That I don't have a shirt?”

“You sleep with a shirt” Jason starts puppy nuzzling at Leo’s chest, the onset of his beard scratching “You say I make you cold”

“True” that's a good start, remembering things from now “What can you feel, three things?”

Jason takes a moment to answer that one, but it's mostly because he's doing that deep breathing he does when he's smelling Leo. His hands start roving as he it does though, palms running heavy down Leo’s sides

“Ribs”

“My ribs?”

“Yeah” Jason presses a kiss to the skin under his cheek “And heartbeat, here”

“Good. One more”

Jason just hums, distracted by Leo’s skin

“Wanna touch you” he says instead of continuing the count

“You are touching me”

Jason givings the cue in Wolf Speak for ‘more’, but ‘more’ in the specific way that always leads to love-making

“You sure?” Leo asks, concerned

“Want you to feel good, wanna be the one to make you feel good.” Jason's touching hasn't stopped, leaning his full body weight into Leo so both hands can travel over his sides “Need it to be me, need to be the one to take care of you”

“But you're still all out of it”

“Please let me take care of you”

“Jason-”

“Please, I wanna take care of you. It lets me know you're here”

“Im here”

“Let me know you’re here” he looks at Leo then, blue eyes a fraction clearer than before and pleading “if I'm taking care of you you can't be crushed in that tunnel, please”

“Okay” Leo starts pulling him up into a soft kiss “Okay baby okay”

[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.”

[holyfruitsnax]

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.

[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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When you wake in Fíli’s bed with no recollection of anything after an accident in Mirkwood, he’s ready to risk anything, even his uncle’s wrath, to bring back what you had together.

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Chapter 8

“I don’t think I’ll ever move again,” Fíli declares. You watch through the mirror as he falls backwards onto the bed.

It’s not the fanciest of rooms, furnished with just the large bed, a vanity, and a bedside table with tray of fruit and a bottle of wine. Not quite fit for visiting royalty, but Fíli, sinking ever deeper into the plush mattress, doesn’t seem to mind. “These are definitely better accommodations than the last time we were here.”

“Oh?” you ask, standing from the vanity as you run a comb through your hair. “And what were those accommodations like?”

“Cold, hard, cramped… a typical dungeon. But it wasn’t all bad.” Fíli sits up, leaning back on his elbows and watching you through half-closed eyes. “I remember it quite fondly, in fact.”

“Seriously? Why?”

Fíli smiles. “That’s when I first said I love you.” He stands and closes the distance between you, gently stroking your cheek. “It’s where we had our first kiss. I must say, you were quite aggressive about it,” he adds with a chuckle. He closes his hand around yours and places the comb back on the counter, running his fingers through your hair instead.

“Me?!” you exclaim in mock indignation, struggling to hold back a smile.

“Yes, you!” he laughs. “You yanked me in by the collar! I would have been more gentle. Like this.” Fíli cups your face in his hands, bringing his lips down to meet yours in soft yet hungry kisses, over and over again.

You let out a small whine as you stand on your toes and wrap your arms around his neck. “Fíli…” The playful mood vanishes, replaced with desperation.

His calloused hands leave your face, ghosting down your neck, your chest, your waist, finally resting on your hips. “You’re wearing one of my tunics, you little thief,” Fíli mutters, pulling away to smirk at you. His fingers dance along the hem of your stolen nightwear, tickling your skin. “I’d quite like it back.”

You’re still breathless from his kisses, barely drawing in enough air to reply. “Take it.”

It’s all the encouragement he needs. Fíli slips his hands under the tunic, sliding it up and over your head. He takes half a step back, eyes running up and down his wife’s figure. “Mahal, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs as he takes you in his arms once more. “I’ve missed this.” He plants gentle kisses down your scarred cheek until he reaches your neck. His bristly beard rasps against your sensitive skin, the prickling immediately soothed by the cool metal of his beads. “I’ve missed you.”

You whine his name again and tug at the front of his nightshirt. Fíli pauses just long enough to let you undo the buttons and toss it aside. He swiftly pushes you down onto the bed, covering you with his warm, heavy body. His mouth returns to yours and he lets out a deep growl of approval, tongue running along your bottom lip.

You part your lips to grant his request, but a low groan from the neighboring room makes you freeze. Fíli sits up. You prop yourself up on your elbows, barely breathing.

Another groan, louder this time, ending in a sharp cry. “Tauriel… Tauriel, please…”

You and Fíli lock eyes, your disbelief reflected on his face. “Is that… is that Kíli?” you whisper.

Fíli drops back down onto you with a huff and buries his face in the sheets next to your head. “Trust my little brother to ruin the mood.”

“I don’t know,” you snicker, “it sounds like they’re having a great time.”

“Should I go tell them to be quiet?”

“And spoil their fun? That’d be cruel!”

“They spoiled ours!” Fíli protests, lifting his face from the sheets. But his annoyed expression melts away as his eyes sweep over your body again. “I suppose we can ignore them for a little while,” he concedes, resting his forehead against yours. “Now, where were we?”

His knee lands between your thighs to part them, but you wince in pain when his leg brushes against your bandaged calf. Fíli immediately withdraws. “Did I hurt you?”

“It’s just my leg. I’m fine,” you say through gritted teeth. The bandage is warm to the touch and slightly swollen.

“Maybe we should just get some rest instead,” Fíli suggests. He plants a quick kiss on your forehead when he sees the disappointment on your face. “We’ll have plenty of time for this later.” Fíli leans over the side of the bed and retrieves his tunic, slipping it back over your head. As his head hits the pillow, he lets out a long sigh, then opens up his arm to you.

You oblige, curling up against his side and laying your head on his chest. His arm around you is tight and warm, his heartbeat steady in your ear. You lie still for a while, then lift your head. “Do you think he’s on top or bottom?”

“Y/N! That is my brother!” Fíli scolds you, pushing your head back down. But you feel him holding his breath, listening closely. “Oh, he’s definitely on the bottom.”

The Company is ahead of you. You do not recognize these mountains. It is dark. It is cold. You are falling behind.

Someone near the back pauses. They turn and call your name. Pick up the pace, they say.

You open your mouth to reply. The words come slowly. They feel foreign on your tongue. Slow down, let me catch up. Trudging through the snow, your feet grow heavy. The snow traps your ankles like thick mud. It refuses to let you move.

The Company grows distant. Wait! you cry. Please, I’m stuck!

They do not hear you. You manage to free a foot and take one step. Another step. You collide with an invisible wall.

You can barely see the Company now.

Help! Please, don’t leave me! You bang your first on the wall.

They do not hear you.

Did they ever hear you?

Were you ever really there?

Morning comes with a firm knock on your door. “The king awaits,” a voice announces.

You groan and bury your face in Fíli’s neck.

Fíli chuckles and gently tugs at your hair. “Come on, love. Time to get up.” He slides his arm out from underneath you and sits up, ignoring your protests as he abandons the bed.

A wave of dizziness washes over you when you sit up. You brace an arm against the headboard and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stop the world from spinning around you.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You wave away Fíli’s concern and take a few steadying breaths.

His eyes continue to track you as you dress, not at all convinced by your dismissal. He takes note when you press your hand against your mouth, trying to push down a sudden surge of nausea. He sees your slight limp as you avoid putting weight on your injured leg. His brow furrows, but he remains quiet. You’d tell him if you felt ill, he reassures himself. But even so, he takes your arm and lets you lean on him, just barely, as you follow your escort to the Elvenking’s throne room.

Fíli seems thoroughly unimpressed with the woodland elves’ halls. You, however, marvel at the grand staircases, the walkways carved from stone, all illuminated by bright torchlight. Your escort ushers you through a large set of doors, giving you a small nod. Tauriel moves smoothly to walk in front of you, shoulders back and head high.

You tighten your grip on Fíli’s arm as you approach the throne, eying Thranduil warily.

“Manners, Y/N,” he whispers, freeing himself from your hand and bowing slightly to the king. You follow suit, then grab his arm again.

Thranduil reclines in his seat, tilting his head curiously. “The princes and princess of Erebor,” he muses with narrowed eyes. “It must truly be an important matter if the King Under the Mountain is willing to send his heirs.” His eyes flick to Tauriel. “You have returned early, and without your charges.”

She dips her head. “I would not have returned so quickly if I did not believe this to be serious, my lord.”

“Continue, then.”

Tauriel closes her eyes for a moment as if gathering herself. “Princess Y/N suffers from an ailment of the mind. I believe it to be magic in nature—magic borne of Mirkwood.”

The king raises an eyebrow. “And what sort of ailment troubles her?”

“It was that stupid stream,” Kíli interjects. “It…”

You’re dizzy again, darkness creeping in at the edges of your vision. Kíli is still talking, but his voice sounds strangely far away. Your grip on Fíli’s arm tightens as you struggle to stay upright.

Fíli notices immediately. He takes a few steps back, putting Tauriel between you and Thranduil. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a little dizzy,” you say. The darkness fades with a few blinks. “It’ll pass.”

The prince frowns and pulls you to the side of the room, evidently trusting his brother and Tauriel enough to plead your case themselves.

“You’re keeping something from me. Out with it,” he orders. He fixes you with a stern look, one he surely learned from watching his uncle.

You squirm a bit under his gaze, then sigh. “Fine. I’ve had a few dizzy spells today. And some nausea. But it’s nothing, I promise,” you insist.

Fíli opens his mouth to speak, brows set low, but a whisper from Kíli interrupts him.

“Get back here!” he hisses. “This is about you!”

Fíli nods curtly at his brother, shooting you a look that tells you he’s not finished with this subject yet. He shakes his head slightly at Tauriel as she raises a brow in question.

“So, you have run afoul of the powers of Mirkwood,” Thranduil fixes his full attention on you. “And you come seeking aid.”

“Can you help us?” Your voice comes out stronger than you expected.

“No.”

Silence descends upon the room as the four of you stare at the king, stunned.

It’s Kíli who jumps in first. “Can’t help,” he begins with a growl, “or won’t?”

Tauriel brushes her fingers against his arm. A warning, and a gesture that does not go unnoticed by Thranduil.

“I will forgive your insolence this time, Prince Kíli,” he replies slowly. “But I would advise you against testing my patience further. We cannot provide the help your princess needs,” he continues. “The magic of Mirkwood runs deep. It is an old magic, and not ours to command. It would be an extraordinary healer indeed who could cure whatever ails you, if it is even possible. You will not find such a healer in these lands.”

Your shoulders slump and tears sting your eyes. So that’s it, then. A year of your life, gone forever. The memories of Fíli’s confession of love, of your wedding, of your first time together, all whisked away like spider silk in the breeze.

“Extraordinary healer…” Fíli mutters, brow creased in thought. “What about Elrond? Could he do it?”

All eyes turn to him. Even Thranduil is caught by surprise. “I suppose… if you really mean to pursue this… I will not stop you. But remember,” he suddenly leans forward, looking at you intently as he continues, “interfering with old magic is a dangerous game, daughter of Man. You would do well to remember your place in this world. Do not forget where you come from.”

Beside you, Fíli bristles, but you simply nod. “That’s it, then. Rivendell. Thank you, Your Highness.” You dip your head to Thranduil. “We’ll, uh, we will take our leave then.”

Thranduil nods, waving a hand to dismiss you. Tauriel and Kíli waste no time in heading for the door, the she-elf striding with purpose. Your hand closes around Fíli’s as you quickly follow, fighting the urge to run straight to Rivendell this very second. Rivendell! A beacon of hope and safety, a chance to reclaim your life!

“Tauriel.”

She halts, turning back to her king. “Yes, my lord?”

“You are released from my service.” Thranduil rubs his forefinger and thumb together idly, tone light, as if he had merely remarked on the weather.

Tauriel stands frozen. It takes a few tries before the words come out. “My lord?” she manages.

“It is clear that you have cast your lot with the dwarves. You are released from the service of Mirkwood.” Thranduil looks directly at her, the casual mask dropping away, eyes sharp as flint. “You may go now.”

It’s as if her feet have taken on roots. Tauriel’s mouth opens and closes silently, her carefully maintained composure slipping away with each passing second. Tears shimmer in the corners of her eyes.

“Come on, Taur,” Kíli murmurs. He laces his fingers with the elf’s, gently pulling her from the hall. “It’s not worth it. Let’s go.”

Tauriel stumbles slightly, but lets him lead her through the winding corridors to your twin set of guest chambers. Each step is stiff, her eyes staring into the distance.

“Will she be okay?” you whisper to Kíli as he ushers the elf into his room. His only reply is a grimace and a shrug before he shuts the door.

You sigh as you enter your own room, your excitement for the next step of your quest nearly forgotten. You join Fíli as he sits on the edge of the bed, plucking at the dark red duvet.

“So,” he says at last, clearing his throat. “Rivendell?”

Leaning against him wearily, you nod. “Rivendell.”

It didn’t take long for the elves to come for you once you woke.

You lay with your head in Fíli’s lap, both a little tired after the… excitement of your mutual confessions. He dragged his fingers through your hair, a lazy smile pulling at his lips as he imagined all the beautiful braids he would weave into it. Braids, beads, clips, ties, all showing the world that you were his.

You opened your eyes halfway, chuckling at his expression. “I never expected the lion prince of Durin’s folk to be so soft,” you teased. You reached up and tugged at his mustache playfully.

“Only for you, amrâlimê.” He kissed his fingers and pressed them against your lips.

Sitting up, you leaned in expectantly. “A real kiss, please,” you requested, closing your eyes in anticipation. Fíli answered with a soft peck on the lips.

Across the hallway, Bofur shook his head in amusement. “Regular pair o’ lovebirds, the two of you,” he laughed. “Careful lad, keep that up and she’ll be mounting you before you know it!” His remark drew chuckles from the other dwarves in earshot, and an eye-roll from Kíli.

Fíli draped his arm over your shoulder and rested his head against yours. “They’ll be insufferable once we’re out of here. I’m sure it won’t take long?” He gave you a questioning glance, but you pressed your lips together tightly and shook your head. No spoilers. “Worth a shot,” he mumbled with a shrug.

You pushed his head off of yours and leaned into him. “I’m tired,” you murmured.

“If I let you go to sleep, how will I know you’ll wake again?”

“If you try to wake me up, I’ll smack you.”

“I suppose that would work.”

You smiled, sinking down and further nestling into his side, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of another person for the first time in so long. He adjusted his arm around you and stroked his thumb up and down your arm as you drifted off.

You kept your word, swatting away the hand gently squeezing your shoulder. “Geddoff,” you grumbled.

“I suggest you try a little harder to wake her,” a dry voice remarked.

You cracked an eye open. A shadow loomed over the two of you, belonging to a tall redhead. Tauriel’s guard uniform was neat, not a single crooked seam, no hair out of place. It contrasted starkly with the dwarves’ worn-out clothing you’d grown used to seeing.

“Up. You have an audience with the king.”

“I didn’t ask for one,” you muttered as you untangled yourself from Fíli and stood. You dusted yourself off and ran a hand through your hair to straighten it. She turned the key in the lock and pulled open the door, motioning for you to follow her.

Fíli stood as well, but she quickly shut the door again. It nearly hit him in the face.

“Just her,” she said.

Fíli squared his shoulders and fixed the elf with a glare.

You reached back through the bars to squeeze his arm. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured him.

“If they do anything to you–”

“They won’t, Fee.” You cut him off firmly but offered one last squeeze before moving to follow Tauriel through the winding halls.

“Y/N!” A relieved call echoed through the hall.

Thorin!

Another guard was escorting the dwarf back toward his cell on the lowest level. Thorin jerked his shoulder away from the elf. “Can a dwarf not have a moment to comfort his frightened ward?” he demanded with a glare.

The elf hesitated, then halted with a sigh.

Ward? As you approached, he reached out and folded you into an embrace, startling you. “The others?” he whispered in your ear, dropping his act.

“They’re alright.”

“Baggins?”

“Don’t worry about him.”

“How long here?”

“A few weeks.”

Thorin sighed and pulled away, then paused. “I’m glad to see you awake.” He offered you a brief, small, real smile, before his guard whisked him away.

Tauriel raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She guided you to walk next to her as you entered the throne room. Tauriel bowed to the king and moved off to the side. “My lord.”

Your heart hammered in your chest and your hands shook slightly as Thranduil stared down at you. You quickly hid them behind the back. That damned headache began pulsing in time with your heartbeat.

“You are a strange one,” he said, rising from the throne and approaching you. The king circled you slowly, head tilted. “You are no dwarf…” With each word, he took another long step. “And yet too tall for a hobbit.”

Step. Step. Step.

“Then you must be a daughter of Man—ah, but you are so small.” Thranduil came to a stop back in front of you. He bent over to look you in the eye. “How curious.”

You did your best to hold eye contact, but his gaze was too intense. Your eyes dropped to the ground.

Thranduil straightened back up. “Perhaps you will be more willing than your leader to share the purpose of your journey?” Again, he circled you. “Perhaps we could find more suitable accommodations for a lady. Finer clothing, finer food. Safe passage home, even.”

Your stomach growled at just the mention of food. It would be so easy… a bed to soothe the aches from sleeping on stone… maybe even a bath… But you shook away the thought as you pictured the betrayed faces of the Company, of Fíli. No, you would not be bought by luxury. “I’m not telling you anything.”

“Such loyalty,” he tutted. “But why? They are not your people.”

“They’re the closest I’ve got,” you shot back.

Your sudden defiance seemed to amuse the Elvenking, who chuckled. He turned back to his throne and waved a hand lazily. “You may go.”

“Wait, that’s all?” Did he really summon you just to stare at you and bribe you?

“That is all. If you will say nothing, you are of no use to me. Tauriel, please.”

“Yes, my lord.” The she-elf escorted you from the room, swiftly guiding you back to your cell.

Fíli leapt to his feet when he saw you, gripping the bars of the door. “Y/N!” He ran his hands down your sides as Tauriel returned you to your little cave. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You gently pushed his frantic hands away. “I’m okay.” With a huff, you sat down against the wall. You crossed your arms. “They called me small.”

“Well…” Fíli sat down next to you. “…you are small, my love.”

You looked over at him briefly, deflating. “I don’t like this,” you sighed, resting your chin on your knees and wrapping your arms around your legs.

Fíli nudged your head with his own affectionately. “I think you’re perfect,” he offered. “You fit just right in my arms.” To emphasize his point, he pulled at your arm to uncurl you and bring you into his lap.

You allowed him to arrange you in a more comfortable position, resting your head on his shoulder. You closed your eyes in hopes of resuming your interrupted nap.

“…Y/N?” Fíli’s quiet voice made you stir. “May I ask you something?”

“Mmph,” you mumbled.

The blonde prince hesitated, finally clearing his throat. “Would you… if you could choose… would you… stay? Here? With us?”

Something told you he wasn’t referring to your little cell. You drew back, taking your time with an answer as you stared at him. The pink lips, chapped but soft. Little strands of straw-colored hair sticking out of his braids. How his forehead creased in worry as you remained silent.

It’d been at least six months since the unexpected party at Bag End. Memories of your home flashed through your head, making your heart ache.

But had you ever felt such fierce affection before? You were already in Middle Earth. Would it really be so terrible to just… stay?

Finally, you leaned back in and wound your arms around his neck. With a content sigh, you buried your face against his skin. “Yeah,” you murmur. “I think I could stay.”

And the headache faded.

[delayedstrawberry]

Be My Ride This Christmas

Summary: You’ve decided to get your husband Dracule Mihawk a special costume for Christmas, one that doesn’t hide his assets all too well. Things get a little heated after he puts it on, and you two have fun with some icing before taking him for a ‘ride’.

Fandom: One Piece

Relationships: Dracule Mihawk x female reader

Chapters: 1/1

Warnings: Explicit, blowjob, vaginal sex, dirty talk and cream pie

Word count: 5059

Notes: Heyyy♡ This is a smutty one shot between Dracule Mihawk and you during christmas, and yes…I’m absolutely down bad for this man. I celebrate on the 24th which is why I'm posting this today :) Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoy! I posted this on AO3 first - DelayedStrawberry.

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ Be My Ride This Christmas ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

It’s a quiet and snowy night within the Kuragiana castle, your home is covered head to toe with Christmas decorations this year (as per your request, and much to Dracules’ annoyance). Although, despite your husbands’ initial grumbling words, he seems to have enjoyed the cosiness of the red and green colours covering each surface.

Shanks, Uta, Zoro and Perona left to go back home about 30 minutes ago, as they had come over to celebrate Christmas with you and Dracule for the first time, which went surprisingly well. Of course, it was a little loud due to Zoro and Shanks’ heavy drinking…but it was otherwise a cosy night with lighthearted humour and eating until everyone was at least double their weight. There were also a million presents exchanged, the six of you gathering on the couch and opening everything one by one.

Now that everyones’ gone, the house takes on a calm and intimate atmosphere. You sit sideways on Dracules lap as he sips his wine and which he occasionally brings up to your lips as well, he sat his ass down on his chair by the Christmas tree a while ago and hasn’t moved an inch. The lights have dimmed and the smell of gingerbread cookies still linger in the air, and the low glow of the fireplace gives your husbands’ usual strong features a soft contour. 

You contently sigh and watch on as Dracules adams’ apple bobs up and down while he drinks.

“See, it wasn’t that bad.” You mutter softly as you tuck some of your husbands’ hair behind his ear. 

“Hmph….You were right, my darling. Like always.” He responds in an equally soft tone, taking your hand and kissing your palm with a light smirk. 

“My cold husband was even smiling.” You lightly chuckle. 

Dracule gives a playful squeeze to your hand as he smiles affectionately. 

“Well, it’s hard not to when I’m around my beautiful wife.” 

“And with Shanks’ drunken babbling.” You mutter teasingly, making Dracule roll his eyes.

“I could live without that.” He says while nuzzling into your palm.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, seeing the hint of annoyance in Dracules’ eyes as he recalls the evening. You cup his cheek, feeling your husbands’ rough beard under your smooth fingers, you can’t help but lean forward and capture his lips in a soft kiss. 

Both of your eyes flutter closed as you savor the taste of the other, your tongues tangling in a slow erotic dance. Cookies, wine, porridge and a hint of cinnamon in your wet mouths get shared between you two as you make out, making you want to devour him whole. 

After a few more blissful moments, you pull out of the kiss. You could keep going for hours, but you have other things up your sleeve for the night.

“I have one more gift for you.”

Dracule opens his eyes, his gaze returning to yours. 

“Ah…the one you told me I couldn’t open in front of the others?” 

“Mhmm.” You respond with a small wicked smile, making him quirk his eyebrow slightly and his expression looking at you suspiciously. 

You move to get off of his lap, and go to the christmas tree where a nicely wrapped package awaits by itself. Dracule tilts his head to the side and sets his wine down on the table, assessing the present with curious eyes as you grab it.

“Here, love.” You say as you walk back to him innocently, plopping it into his big hands. 

Dracule looks up at you as you stand in front of him, your hand reaching out to play with his hair as he tries to figure out what you're up to. 

“You’re acting strange…” He states faintly.

You can’t help but giggle at his questioning eyes. 

“Go on...” 

He huffs affectionately, and looks at you for a moment longer before his attention turns to the package in his hands. 

Dracule begins to unwrap it, his slender pale hands working the bow with ease. The material falls to his lap and he gently peels the tape off, his eyes flickering up to yours every once in a while to observe your reactions.

Your husband finally draws back the paper, his eyes widening as his present is revealed.

“A reindeer costume…?” He furrows his brow slightly, looking through the fluffy material. 

“Yeah, love. One you’re gonna wear.” You smirk lightly, your hands going to his shoulders as you lean down towards him. 

“D-darli-” 

“Be my ride this christmas, Dracule~” You whisper intimately into his ear, before pulling back to look at him. 

His cheeks take on a light blush, and your husband swallows as he processes your little request. 

“Well, when you put it like that…” 

You smile in triumph, squeezing his shoulders.

“Perfect, go put it on while I…sort a few things.” 

Dracule nods slowly and rises from his seat, before taking a shaky breath. Your husband walks to the nearby bathroom rather quickly, apparently he’s gotten quite eager from your little request.

Once he’s out of sight, you dart off to the kitchen, rummaging around for a moment before finding the right ingredients and supplies. 

You chuckle to yourself as you begin the ‘preparations’, mixing powdered sugar and water in a bowel, then putting the contents into an icing bag and grabbing a tube of sprinkles.

Before he’s done dressing, you wander back to the living room. You wouldn’t miss Dracule coming out of the bathroom with his new attire. So you set your stuff on the table, and intently watch the door with anticipation. 

A few minutes pass, and Dracule finally steps out of the restroom. Your eyes widen with  captivation, and a tingling heat shoots right to your pussy with a throb.

Your husband looks at you, his cheeks a little flushed. The shirt is cut at the chest and tightly laces around his pecs, alongside exposing his muscular arms. Dracules’ big pecs are on full display as the material of the brown costume wraps around his figure, squishing them out to make his skin look more plump, his nipples hard and red. There’s a festive deep velvet choker around Dracules neck with a bell attached to it, softly tinkling with every step he takes. There’s a pair of reindeer antlers on his head, neatly tucked between his hair. And god…your eyes trail down his torso, every inch of his body can be seen through the thin fabric, doing nothing to hide his large cock. The material at his groin is also extremely narrow, his balls jammed tightly against him, while his dick stays pressed against his stomach, and a slim line of the fabric going right up the crack of his well padded ass. On his legs, thin black stockings rise to his mid thighs, allowing you to still see his thick veins popping out, and a pair of white frilly socks on his feet.

You swallow as your husband walks closer to you, watching as his toned and defined leg muscles flex, his hips swaying side to side confidently the moment he sees the heat rush to your face.

“I feel quite silly in this, darling.” Dracule muses softly.

You get snapped back to reality when he speaks, your face faltering slightly as you see him looking so damn hot.

“N-no…you look…” 

He raises his eyebrows, coming to stand in front of you, reaching up and caressing your arms.

“I look…?

“Like a sexy reindeer.” You manage to breathe out. 

This causes Dracule to huff out a chuckle, his hands on your arms tightening in amusement.

You need to get back to business, so you take a quick breath and put your hand on his chest to beckon him backwards towards his chair. 

“Sit on your chair, sweetheart.” You mutter with a shaky voice, your eyes still trailing over his body. 

Your husband quickly obeys you, sitting back down on the chair like earlier, intentionally spreading his lean thighs. 

You swallow for a moment as you watch his thighs part like that.

“Good boy.” You speak a little forced, your eyes still taking him in, his cock throbbing against the fabric at the praise.

You clear your throat, trying to clear your mind instead of focusing on the fact that you want to immediately pounce on him. 

“Relax, sweetheart…” 

He looks up at you, his eyes flickering to the supplies as you pick them up.

“Darling?”

“You’ll know in a second.” You say with a smirk, walking over to Dracule and getting on your knees between his legs, and setting your things onto the floor for later. 

Your husbands’ cheeks darken, his cock looking like it’s ready to pop out from behind the costumes’ material. 

“A-alright…” 

You start kissing his thighs, getting a soft moan out of him, his hand instinctively going to the back of your head while his other rests on his leg. You work your way up, your tongue coming out to lick a stripe up to his inner thighs, making him softly groan.

As you get further inwards, you stop and lift your head as your fingers tug on the fabric at his crotch. 

“May I? Mr Reindeer?” 

“Please…” He mutters hoarsely. 

Smiling, you pull the material to the side, letting his dick spring out and his balls no longer being strangled. Dracule flutters his eyes as he sighs in relief. 

“You’re so hard already~” You smirk, watching as his red tip throbs from the slight stimulation of the fabric getting pulled off. 

“I got a little worked up in the bathroom.” Dracule admits, his breathing growing heavier. 

“Ohh how naughty of you. What brung it on?” You softly giggle, your fingers tracing the skin at his base as you tease him.

He gasps, trying to keep his composure.

“Thinking about you taking me.” 

You smile to yourself, before taking the icing bag and sprinkles in hand, putting the tube on the empty space of the chair between his thighs, and keeping the bag in your hand. Dracule looks on as you do this, his interest growing. 

“This may be a bit cold, sweetheart.” You mischievously smile.

‘What do yo-” 

Before he can say another word, he gasps loudly as you squeeze the icing onto his cock, his body tensing and face scrunching up, Dracules hand tightening in your hair. 

“I’m preparing my snack, quite down.” 

Alongside trying to sound demanding, you can’t help but let out an affectionate laugh at his reaction. 

“Baby, it’s freezing!” Dracule whimpers in annoyance, but he can’t help but let out his own laugh. 

Grinning to yourself, you watch as the white icing slides down his shaft, making your mouth water and your body fill with lust. Ignoring his small whimpers as it coats him beautifully. 

“You’ll be okay, love. I’m just going to add one more topping.” You say as you put the icing bag down, and pick up the small tube of sprinkles.

Dracules’ face flushes deeper, knowing what you’re implying, his dick twitching.

You open the cap slowly, making sure he’s paying attention, and angle it over his groin. 

With a few flicks of your wrist, the sprinkles fall onto the wet icing on his cock, sticking itself on nicely. 

“Mmm…you look appetizing.” You mutter, hunger deep set in your eyes. 

Dracule lets out a soft moan, tugging you closer to himself. 

“Yeah? How about you give me a taste~” He breathlessly teases, his confident smirk coming through. 

You smirk and set your supplies on the table beside the two of you, and lean closer to his groin.

“Of course, my dear. I need to pay for my ride, don’t I?” 

He looks down at himself with a smirk, before looking at you again and speaking teasingly.

“Damn right you do, I’m not free.” 

You can’t help but giggle at his tease, your cheeks flushing as you lean in further.

Without wasting another moment, you press a soft kiss against his tip, getting a sharp inhale out of your husband. You feel like teasing him a little, so you lick up his length, collecting icing alongside sprinkles on the way, and opening your mouth for him to see the sweet mixture.

“Baby…” He weakly moans, the hand at the back of your head tightening further, while his cheeks grow redder.

 You softly grin before wrapping your lips around the head, gently sucking, the intense sweetness taking over your senses.

He softly groans, his head falling back a bit.

Taking that as a sign to go further, you take in more of his cock, slowly bobbing your head up and down. 

“F-fuck…y/n…” Dracule softly moans, his eyes on your mouth as his big treat slides in and out of you.  

Your hand wraps around his base, making sure it doesn’t slip out, and you take him in deeper. And you can feel the heat in your pussy start to grow. 

“O-oh god…” He moans, his eyes fluttering. The added sensations of the icing and sprinkles sending shivers down his spine.

Soft moans begin to escape your throat, the taste of Dracules’ cum mixed in with the icing is beyond heavenly. So you can’t help but bob your head a little quicker, taking him deeper. 

Dracules’ breathing gets heavier, and his hand clenches your hair further. All he can do is let out moans and soft groans, his body feeling thick with heat. 

“Please…faster, y/n.” He breathes out desperately. 

You obey his request, bobbing your head up and down quicker, listening as his breath hitches. It’s getting quite messy now, the icing covering your lips and dripping down your chin…and the sound of the blowjob more sloppy sounding than usual. All of these combined are making you extremely wet, your panties already soaked through. 

The glaze has slithered its way down to your husbands balls, making them shiny and sticky, the chair about to become the next victim. 

“Yeah, just like that…good girl.” Dracule moans, his back slightly arching. 

The continuation of your bobbing head sends Dracules mind into a haze, his moans becoming louder and more needy, his praise making you more turned on. You realise that the icing has started to drip onto his chair, but you don't slow down, instead you speed up. It’s also started to cover your cheeks, your quick movements making it slosh onto his abdomen and your face. 

“Darling…I’m close.” He gasps out, his head falling onto the chairs back. 

His words send a thrill through your body, you can feel your slick beginning to slide past your panties, down your thighs. Knowing that he’s close, that you’ll get to taste him, make your movements quicker than before. 

Dracule moans louder, his back arching further as he’s close to orgasming, the icing sliding down your neck, now warm and very sticky. 

With one more flick of your tongue, he cums heavily into your mouth with a moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head from the taste. The glaze covers your lower face, and a bunch of it has slid down to your collarbone already. 

After swallowing, you lift your head to look at him. He looks like a wreck, but not enough of one…yet.

You breathe heavily, your eyes dark with arousal.

“May I have my ride, love?” 

“Yes, darling…but let me clean you up first.” He responds breathlessly, his eyes hazy as he looks down at you. “Although…to get on this ride, you need to get those useless clothes off.” 

“S-sure.” You quickly speak, standing up and slowly sliding your clothes off in front of him.

As the minutes pass, Dracule looks up at you with deep warmth, watching intently as each piece of clothing gets stripped off of your body, his eyes wandering over your curves, his breathing mostly back to normal.

As you drop your panties to the floor, you’re completely naked. His eyes glance over at your wet underwear, his cock already becoming hard again. 

“Good girl, my sexy passenger.” Your husband says seductively, his thighs spreading wider before his hands pat himself on the legs. 

You eagerly get onto his lap, his cock in between you two, your legs on either side of his hips.

The icing is insanely sticky, but you couldn’t care less right now.

“Beautiful girl…” Dracule mutters, grabbing your upper back and bringing you close to him. 

“You tasted divine~” You breathlessly moan. 

“Then I’m sure you’ll let me return the favor a little.” Your husband smirks, taking your hand you held his icing coated cock with, and sliding his tongue around your palm. 

“S-sweetheart…” You softly moan, watching as his skilled tongue dances between your fingers with ease.

He grins to himself, gently sucking on each of your fingers while keeping seductive eye contact with you. 

Your coochie throbs with arousal, the slick continuing to trickle out.

Once he finishes on your hand, he leans into your neck and slides his tongue where the icing has slid down to.

You gasp, the feeling of his hot tongue licking up the glaze makes your heart pick up its pace, his breath thick on your sensitive skin. 

Dracule sensually glides his tongue down to your collarbone, replacing the stickiness with a hot stripe of saliva instead. Moans fall from both your lips as he keeps going, your hips bucking against the back of his cock. 

He licks back up your neck, making sure to get every last droplet he can find. 

Your husband then starts licking your chin, intimately sliding his tongue over to your cheeks, before starting around your mouth. His hot breath against your skin drives you wild, and you can’t help but moan as he cleans your lips.

“I can taste myself on you.” He whispers with a smirk, still keeping his attention around your mouth. 

“G-god…” You softly moan, the thought of that alone could make you release. 

Dracule finishes cleaning you up, leaning back to check if he’s missed anything, your skin glistening with his spit. His hand gently slides down from your back to your hip.

“There you go, all better.” He grins, his eyes glancing down to your groin where your slick is dripping from your coochie. “Someones ready for a ride~” 

Your eyes go to his dick, which has sprung up and throbbing once again. 

“And someones ready for a passenger.” You can’t help but comment, your eyes gleaming as your cheeks flush. 

He lightly chuckles, grabbing the icing bag off of the table.

“Do you mind?~”

“Not at all…” You mutter breathlessly.

Your husband pours the icing onto his cock, it’s not as cold as last time but he still flinches. 

“I want your insides to taste like frosting for days to come, darling.” 

You shiver at the thought.

“As you wish, my sexy reindeer.” 

He finishes dripping it onto himself, then sets it back to the side.

“I assume you have a plan for me?” 

Your hips lift above him, slowly positioning above his throbbing tip.

“Damn right I do, I want your icing all over my core…and I’m not just talking about what you just added onto yourself~” 

He softly moans, his hands grabbing your hips tightly. 

“Ride me, darling. I’ll be your good reindeer for the night.” 

Before you can control the movements, you lower yourself so that your pussy takes in his tip, your eyes fluttering as he groans loudly. 

“K-keep going, darling.” Dracule manages to say, his eyes heavily lidded. 

You nod and keep lowering yourself slowly, making sure you both feel every inch of the other.

“Take your time, I’m in no rush.” Your husband whispers in your ear, your eyes rolling at the back of your head from his voice alone.

As you continue to take him further in, Dracules’ back arches slightly and his eyes roll back just like yours.

“Feels so…good…”

You nod in hazy agreement and lower yourself down all the way, moaning softly as your hands grab his shoulders tightly, the icing heavily dripping onto the chair.

“I’m going to wreck you.” 

He softly moans, his breathing heavy and ragged as he looks at you.

“Fuck me as you please.” 

You start to slowly move up and down his cock, the icing making wet squelching sounds, your husbands’ mouth opening to let out pleasured moans. 

“O-oh god…you feel lovely, my dear.” Dracule softly moans, his cheeks crimson, his hands gently rubbing your thighs and hips. 

You moan at his soft praise.

“Best ride I’ve ever had…” 

He lightly chuckles, his eyes hazy with heat as he squeezes your hips affectionately. 

“You’re the best passenger I’ve ever had, and will have.” 

“Your mind’s too clear for my liking, I’ll have to fix that.” You mutter with a smirk, not wanting to allow your man to be able to laugh right now. 

You speed your movements up, before sliding your hands down to grip his large exposed pecs, both of your moans coming out a little louder. 

“F-fuck…yes dear~” He whimpers. 

His hips begin to buck up to meet your eager pussy, unable to hold his body back, gently groaning as he does so.

The room slowly fills with the sound of hot wet sounds as your skin softly smacks his skin, the bell around Dracules neck starting to tinker slightly, but not enough to be noticed properly. 

He brings you closer to him by your back, his mouth going to your neck as he holds you in place. Dracule kisses your sensitive skin, moaning hotly against you as you keep moving together, your bodies going in sync with the other. 

“O-oh…darling…” He whimpers between pecks, his strong hands guiding your hips a little bit, pressing himself as deep as he can inside you.

You moan at the added press, feeling him fill your pussy with his rock hard cock, rubbing your gspot again and again. 

“O-oh Mr Reindeer…” 

Dracule gives you a bite, his tongue swirling around it while letting out a content moan.

“My sexy passenger…” He mutters to himself.

You gasp at the sensation, your eyes rolling ever so slightly. 

“You're such an animal…” 

He smirks at your comment, his breathing ragged.

“Wasn’t that obvious by the costume?” 

Hearing his little tease, you pick up the pace of your movements, suctioning him in quicker. 

“Don’t get sassy with me.” 

Your husband lets out a louder moan, his lips detaching from you as his head falls back. 

“Y-yes ma’am.” 

You spread your thighs a little wider, trying to get as much of him as you can, your slick covering his cock from the base to the tip.

“Oh…Dracule…”

He groans a little louder, his head tilting further alongside arching his back, his breathing picking up as he holds you tighter, surely leaving a mark. 

“That’s a good boy…let me hear you.” You gasp out, your movements growing quicker with each breath.

As your movements continue to speed up, everytime you come back down on him the bell around his neck gives off a soft tinkle. The chime in time with your rhythm. 

“y-y/n…” He moans out, his pleasured sounds becoming more desperate. 

Dracule rolls his hips in time with you, his movements deep and familiar. 

“I can feel you throb inside of me~” You softly moan, squeezing his pecs tightly to keep yourself balanced. 

“You’re so tight…warm..ah~” 

One of his hands moves in between your thighs, Dracules’ eyes half lidded as he gently spreads your folds.

You softly gasp, your movements quickening at the added stimulation. 

Dracule speaks between moans.

“Your…clit…needs some…attention…” 

You groan at that, your cheeks reddening further. 

Before waiting, his finger slips in between you, his breath hitching at the feeling of your wet coochie. 

“Dracule…” You whimper, your body shaking as he tries to find your spot, which is slightly difficult due to you moving up and down.

But after a moment, he locates your bud, your body shuddering as he starts to rub his finger over your clit. 

“O-oh…fuck.” You moan out, the feeling of his fingers getting you even more turned on.

“That’s a good sound…” He softly whispers, his eyes nearly rolled all the way back.

He spreads your thighs further as you keep riding him, his fingers moving faster with every bounce, his hands working you skillfully. 

You let out a choked whine, the double stimulation making this more intense. 

Dracule lets out a groan, the feeling of your wetness on his fingers making him dizzy, moving his cock up into your pussy faster than before.

“Good girl…get wetter for me…I want my lap to be drenched.” 

“Mmmm.” You softly whine.

“Can you do that for me? My beautiful passenger?” He moans, his eyes locking onto your face. 

“Y-yes…” 

He moans at your willingness, his eyes closing again, and you feel a gush of your slick coming out of you.

“P-perfect…” Dracule softly moans,

After a few more bounces, you watch how his adams’ apple moves as he makes his sounds, his head tilting back to expose more of his throat. You feel the sudden urge to dominate him again as you observe how good he looks getting fucked like this.

You start slowly rubbing Dracules’ nipples with your thumbs as you gently bounce on his cock, wanting his mind to go completely blank and knowing they’re extremely sensitive.

Your husband groans, his hand slipping from your pussy and grabbing your thigh like the other. His hips going slack as he just allows you to take control, leaning back in his chair, widening his thighs and closing his eyes. 

“Yeah…just let me ride you, love~” You breathlessly whisper, watching his face as he looks fucked out. 

Dracule lets out a weak moan, feeling as his dick slides in and out of your wet coochie, the pleasure close to overwhelming.

“My sexy Mr Reindeer.” You moan, your movements growing quicker.

He softly groans, letting you take control completely as he sits there as a moaning mess. 

“All y-yours…” 

The smell of sex and icing fill your nostrils, a hot combination that drives you more wild. 

You can’t help but speed up once again, earning gasps out of you both. The tinking of his bell growing louder and more intense as you ride him. 

“I should get you…into…ah~...more costumes.” 

“Yes…please…” He agrees weakly, his breathing growing more shallow and ragged. 

Your fingers continue to play with his nipples, your hands squeezing his pecs from time to time. Dracules’ antler headband starts to fall backwards as he begins to get closer to his orgasm, not being able to keep himself composed. 

“Who’s a good ride?” You whisper between moans and pants.

“M-...me.” He responds with a whimper. 

You bounce up and down quicker, feeling close to your release and both your moans getting louder.

“So…perfect…” You gasp out, watching Dracules’ face as it becomes a mess of pleasure, his breathing growing deeper. 

“That’s a good girl…my dear…” 

Moaning loudly, you ride him faster, letting your instincts take over the speed. 

“Faster, my dear…god…faster…please…” Dracule begs as his head is nearly thrown all the way back.

“Anything for my perfect ride~” You loudly moan, speeding up further. 

“F-fuck…love…” He groans loudly, his tip throbbing as he gets even closer than before, the feeling making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You feel yourself getting even closer as well, your hands on his pecs gripping and massaging. Your fingers flicking at his hard red nipples.

The feeling of his rock hard cock sliding in and out of you, is driving you insane. Your juices, and the icing, mixing together in a delicious mixture as you keep going. 

His headband falls further back, and the bell around his thick throat clangs loudly, a sound at the very forefront of your session. 

Both of your bodies start shaking, the intensity nearly reaching its peak. 

“You look…so..damn…sexy…” You desperately moan out, your eyes glued to his face. 

“You sound…heavenly…” Dracule whimpers, tears of pleasure forming at the corners of his eyes.

“Fill me up with your icing, love.” 

You squeeze your pussy around his cock, making him gasp. 

“B-baby…you’ll have all my icing soon if you don’t stop…” He mutters weakly, soft moans escaping his throat.

The sounds he makes are addicting, so you squeeze your pussy again just as hard, a loud moan leaving your throat as his cock hits all of your right places a little rougher than before.

“So…good…” You moan out, your hands holding his pecs harder.

“B-baby…” 

You clench your coochie harder, a drawn out groan coming from your throat.

“Baby…I want to last a little-” 

Dracule deeply and gently groans in pleasure as he climaxes hard and quick, his hot thick cum filling your insides, throwing his head back so far his headband falls onto the floor with a soft thud, his hands clenching you tightly with his back arched. 

The feeling of his cock squirting its contents makes you orgasm as well, your slick gushing out and onto his lap, moaning loudly and hotly.

You ride out both of your releases, your movements slowing down.

He gently moans as he finishes, his last jet of cum pumping into you.

“Mmmmmph…” 

The two of you softly moan from the aftershocks, your bodies quivering at the force. 

Dracules hands glide to your lower back, helping you lift your hips for him to slide out, before wrapping his arms around you and bringing you to his chest, both of you panting heavily. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his skin hot to the touch. 

He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in your scent and giving you soft kisses as he slowly gets back to reality. You do the same, kissing his neck gently and smelling his skin. Soft moans continue to spill from you and Dracules lips. 

Soft caresses and touches are shared within the next minutes, feeling the others’ skin beneath your fingertips. 

After your bodies have returned to normal, you both feel insanely blissed out. 

Your husband leans out of your neck, before gently cupping your cheek. He connects your lips in a tender but passionate kiss, the two of you melting into each other.

You lean out of the kiss with a smile, and softly mutter against his wet lips. 

“Merry Christmas, Dracule.” 

He mutters back just as softly. 

“Merry Christmas indeed.” 

Notes: I hope you liked my Christmas smut, wish I had Dracule Mihawk waiting under my tree with his legs spread. Although, I did get one of his figurines! ♡

[wriothesleybear]

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.

[sofasoap]

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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@nrdmssgs

@siilvan

@roosterr

@preciouslittlecreature

@floral-force

@jynxmirage

@gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot

@glitterypirateduck

@whydoilikewhump

@alypink

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

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

[faellain]

The Accidental Baby Trap Incident

Summary: About four years after the events of First Class, Erik arrives at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters with two little twins who he didn't know existed. Thinking he doesn't know what to do, he runs to Charles, not knowing the state his old friend is in.

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charles sighs as they wheel down the long walkway to the machine itself. the completed room is gorgeous, all metal panels with projectors ready to show the tour de force of charles xavier's telepathy. dust coated everything in the room.

"these are muscles i haven't stretched in some time," charles says somberly, picking up the helmet. gently, he blew the dust off. for a moment, his lips looked their correct shade, that brillaint natural almost-red. once, erik had insuated that charles' lips were a physical result of his mutation. that had made charles' laugh, wondering what telepathy would have to do with his lips.

raven had raised an eyebrow and replied, "why did my skin have to blue for me to shapeshift?"

charles settles the helmet onto his head. hank preps the machine, warning them before he turns it on. as it comes back to life, charles grimaces. erik quickly puts a hand to his shoulder, squeezing it trying to center him as the room is bathed in red and white. they had considered this- color coding the humans and mutants. his breath is caught in the beauty of it all as he watches charles try to locate sean, try to zoom into vietnam.

instead, the room starts spinning, charles unable to control the though. pained yells scrape their way out of his throat. all erik can do is move to hold both his shoulders, coming around the front. charles' shoulders shake beneath his palms.

"hank, turned the damn thing off!" he snaps.

just as hank comes alive, trying to do so, the power shorts out, plunging the room into darkness. charles all but throws the helmet to the ground, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. he's not well; erik doesn't need to be a telepath to know that.

"i-i'll go check the generators," hank murmurs before dashing off to do so.

charles runs his hands over his face, "this was a mistake."

"you said yourself you're out of practice," erik reminds him, "it wasn't cerebro that did that."

charles looks at him ruefully, tired and bitter. his hands shake again as he touches his forehead, "my power comes from here. from," his hand moves to his chest, but he abadons the words. a dispodant death resides in his tone as he sighs, "it's broken. i feel like one of my student's. helpless…"

erik moves to cup his cheek, thumbing at the skin there, letting his fingers trace over the scruffy beard. he finds he still truly hates it. perhaps it's the lack of familiarity to the clean-shaven scholar he had known when all this began.

"you're not," he says, "you've become scared of yourself. i know you. you can do this."

"it's too much," charles tries not to wheeze, still catching his breath, "we need to call your telepath."

"you are my telepath," erik replies, "emma is terrifying when she wants to be, but she is not you."

charles laughs bitterly, leaning back in his chair, "then she's good enough to work cerebro while i can't. i'm not jealous for heaven's sake. i just- i can't do this anymore. there's too much pain."

erik frowns. he knew that charles could know anyone's pain just by touching their mind. their history was an open book to him. he'd known erik's pain, his hurt. but he'd also brought back some of erik's happiness as well.

"let me take some," he offers, "you know my pain. let me have yours."

charles shakes his head, "no. god, no. you have enough pain-"

erik leans down and kisses charles' cheek, slowly, presses his nose against the side of charles' head, "which is why you know i can handle your's. give me your pain, charles. stop bearing it alone."

there is some hesitation, but charles opens his mind to him. everything is on his terms. that is the trouble with only one of them being telepathic. erik must trust that what charles is showing him is not just the truth, but that he withholds few things. but trusting charles has always been easy. no one else ever broke through his barriers. no one else could ever love him him.

and that is why the pain hurt so much.

erik knew there had been a stepfamily in charles and raven's lives, but he did not know they were cruel. their mother, already inattentive, started drinking. kurt marko was cruel. for all the house's beauty, each room had its own reminder of strikes against charles' tender skin who was but a child- a child. bruises should not litter a child's body. screams should not reach a child's ears.

he'd mocked this place, this temple to charles' forgone youth, this church of suffering. yet, charles continued to live here. when he had first started accepting students he wanted to fill it with enough good memories to wash away the bad. now, there were more bad filling up the empty air. charles was suffocating.

a few tears pass by erik's cheeks as charles pulls the memories away. he is crying too, far more than erik is, but it is a silent endeavor. erik kisses charles' cheek again, then his lips.

"i'm here," he whispers, "they're gone."

"i know," charles says, his voice waivering.

erik peppers kisses into charles' hair, "we will fill this place with good memories. you, myself, our children. students and teachers."

charles moves and cups erik's cheeks, "that's a nice thought. really. it is. but you have your world and i mine."

i will start with this school, erik kneels before charles' chair, presses his hands over charles' as though pledging feality to a lord, and then i will make a place for mutants to be safe. a utopia for mutants alone should your humans prove lack luster.

charles blinks away tears, "but erik-"

"i want you at my side," erik tells him, "i want you to hope again. i will build a world you will love brick by brick. with dirt beneath my fingers. with blood and sweat. if you can forgive me, i will give you everything."

as erik cups charles' cheeks, cerebro's lights flicker back on. they both smile and charles nods, letting his cheek lean and rest into one of erik's large hands. hank is on his way back up he can sense it.

"we'll talk more later," charles whispers, pecks erik's lips chastely.

it's not 'i love you'. perhaps, it is not the answer that erik wants to hear, but it's what charles can muster. he can still feel erik holding him, can feel erik screaming his thoughts as a plea to get charles not to plunge another needle into his arm. he'd forgotten how lovely it was to have another mind dance with his.

they have a second chance. maybe this time, things will go right.

hank's footsteps echo as he jogs along the path to the center console, "power's back. do you want to wait?"

"no," charlies replies calmly, "let's try once more."

the second time putting on cerebro still hurts as he forces himself to tune out things that are unnecessary. still, this time, he is successfully. sean is at some sort of facility in vietnam. most likely he'd be moved to a secret base where they might lose him forever. but for now, he was safe behind what should have been friendly lines.

"i've got him," charles says, then frowns, "and what seems to be a handful of other mutants but they're muted. something is blocking them."

erik shakes his shoulder, "i knew it. we have to save them. janos might be among them. "

hank mouths, janos?, to himself but with erik in his mind and he in erik's charles knows riptide's name now.

they deliver the news to raven who is visibly relieved to have some idea of where sean is. erik sits by a window as everyone talks, watching pietro and wanda play with the tire swing. a small smile crosses his face. still, he can feel charles' eyes watching him.

to no surprise when he turns, charles is smiling at him, lips quirked up playfully. fondness is sewn into the lines around his mouth. erik rolls his eyes at charles with exagerattion before turning his gaze back toward his children, cringing as pietro jumps from a tree branch, only avoiding a fall by wanda using her powers to make the ground become a hill to catch him.

"erik!" raven snaps. he looks at her and her raised eyebrows, eyes flashing like amber, "care to join us?"

"i'm listening," he assures, "we need to take the blackbird to vietnam. i'll have to call azazel- if janos is there, he'll want to be part of the rescue."

"he's the teleporter right?" asks hank, "because he seemed so nice when he was dropping fbi agents from the sky."

"azazel is twice the man those government hacks were," sniffs raven. erik smiles at her. both of them have come to deeply care for their russian brotherhood member. he grew up mistaken for a devil, hidden away from the world. he and raven had bonded over that. erik cared for his blunt candor.

"it will be better to have him," charles says, "and emma frost. i would just slow you all down."

"no, you wouldn't," erik argues, "your powers-"

"are still coming back," charles reminds him, voice soft. a gently hand seems to caress erik's stormy thoughts, "and someone needs to be here to watch the kids."

"we should ask angel to stay here," raven adds, "just in case. that way it's not just charles and the twins."

erik hadn't thought about that. missions had hardly crossed his mind when he ran here, but he should have considered it an eventuality. at some point, his kids would have to understand their father had work to do like any other. his was just more dangerous.

"you trust her to stay?" asks hank, skeptically. erik considers punching him, but charles reaches over and physically grabs his wrist.

i wasn't going to do it.

he's still hurt.

raven narrows her eyes, "do you trust me?"

"of course," hank replies, trying not to sound sheepish.

"then you can trust her," she ends the conversation there, standing, "i'm going to call the safehouse. hopefully, at least one of them is there."

erik turned his eyes back toward his kids once more. soon, his mysterious disapperance was going to be revealed. he could practically hear azazel calling him an old dog. charles' fingers threaded with his own, both of them coming to look out the window.

we should talk before you go, charles says, though his eyes train on wanda, trying to undo the small flat-topped hill she's made.

you know my feelings, erik reminds him.

charles shakes his head, we need discuss the school. your brotherhood. how that coexists.

it will coexist if i say it coexists, erik tries not to wrinkle his nose in disgust. instead, he feels the emptiness of charles's hand leaving his.

"stubborn as always," charles replies, though that fondness is still there. he takes his hands and rolls his chair back, "maybe you should speak to your brotherhood before me then."

"but charles-"

i'm tired, charles tells him, i'm going to rest before all the excitment starts. i think you'd better help your kids.

there is affection there, but erik is not a telepath. he can't tell if charles is shielding truer feelings from him. the realization leaves no small amount of frustration bubbling in his chest. nothing mattered but the promise erik had made to him. he would build a world charles could love.

his eyes moved from wanda to hank, thought of raven finally walking around her childhood home in her true skin. he thought of azazel who could not hide in plain sight. they deserved a world they could love too.