#buck got rack

[seth-figment]

Buck got Rack

To the tune of Baby got Back by Sir Mix-a-Lot Sung by Vox to a rampaging Alastor (probably overheard Susan gossip)

Buck got Rack

[intro girls] Oh, my, god. Susan, look at his rack. It is so big. [scoff] He looks like one of those trophies. But, you know, who understands those tv demons? [scoff] They only talk to him, because, he looks like a total prostitute, ‘kay? I mean, his rack, is just so big. I can’t believe it’s just so pointy it’s like, out there, I mean— gross. Look! He’s just so… red!

[Verse 1: Sir Vox-a-Lot] I like big bucks and I can not lie You other demons can’t deny That when a deer walks in with a itty bitty waist And a rack with sixteen points You get sprung, wanna pull up tough 'Cause you notice that rack was sharp Up high those points he’s flaunting  I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring Oh buck, I wanna get with you Still got your photo My colleagues tries to warn me But that rack you got makes me so horny Ooh, Tail-o’-fluffy-red  You say you won’t have me on your show? Well, use me, use me 'Cause I ain’t that average groupie I’ve heard them screamin’ To hell with romancin’ He’s cruel, red, Got me goin’ like a geforce rtx (4090) I’m tired of News casts  Sayin’ pink spiders are the thing Take the average demon and ask him that He gotta pack much rack So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your buck got that rack? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to flaunt it! (Flaunt it!) Flaunt it! (Flaunt it!) Flaunt that shapely rack! Buck got rack!

[Chorus: Sir Vox-a-Lot] (Radio face with Monarch rack) Buck got rack! (Radio face with Monarch rack) (Radio face with Monarch rack)

[Verse 2: Sir Vox-a-Lot] I like 'em sharp, and big And when I’m throwin’ a show I just can’t help myself, I’m actin’ like a hammerhead Now here’s my scandal I wanna make a deal And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh I ain’t talkin’ bout a meal 'Cause my parts are made of plastic   You want that venison, thick and juicy So find that juicy double Vox-a-lot’s in trouble Beggin’ for a bite from that smile So I’m lookin’ at porn videos Bitches begging and dancin’ like hoes You can have them bitches  I’ll keep my bucks like Aly A word to my dear show host, I wanna get with ya You can bite or gore me But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna [moan] Till the break of dawn Buck got it goin’ on A lot of simps won’t like this song 'Cause them sinners like to run and hide from you And I’d rather stay and play 'Cause I’m new, and improved  And I’m down to get those upgrades  So, gents’! (Yeah!) Gents’! (Yeah) If you wanna be featured on the show (Yeah!) Then offer it up! Sign the deal! Even owned souls got to shout

[Chorus: Sir Vox-a-Lot] Buck got rack! Buck got rack!

[Bridge: Sir Vox-a-Lot] Yeah, bucky… when it comes to deer, 666 News ain’t got nothin’ to do with my selection. 15 inch waist? Ha ha, only if he’s 6'6".

[Verse 3: Sir Vox-a-Lot] So you interfere with my drones, playin' hard to catch on camera  But my camera got backups playin' you up on repeat My sharks they don’t want none Unless you’ve got deer, dear You can do talk shows or stand-up But please don’t disappear  Some demons wanna play that “hard” role And tell you that the smile ain’t gold So they run and they hide And I pull up quick to join in So Killjoy says you’re out Well I ain’t down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your antlers are curvy  And I’m thinkin’ bout stickin’ To the beanpole whores in the pornos: You ain’t it, Miss Hoe! Give me a killer, I can’t resist him The jambalaya didn’t miss him Some knucklehead tried to diss 'Cause their souls are on his list He has game and he chose to eat 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'im So gent’, if the rack is sharp, And you want a triple X throw down, Dial 1-666-VOXXX And kick them nasty thoughts Buck got rack! Buck got rack!

[Outro: Sir Vox-a-Lot] Little in the middle but he got a huge rack [4x]

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Some notes:

Link to inspo (title is also a link)

Changed Becky to Susan

Ooh, Tail-o’-fluffy-red …. The og lyrics are “Oh, Rump-o’-smooth-skin”….

A stag with sixteen points and more is called a Monarch stag (he gets lots of points when he goes full eldritch/demon)

Changed 36-24-36 to 15 inch waist to be closer to vivziepop proportions. 15 inches is the world record for tight-lacing waist.

Changed 5'3" to 6'6" to be closer to vivziepop proportions ( Alastor is somewhere around 7 feet I think)

Link to genius lyrics for Baby got Back

[seth-figment]

Buck got Rack

[intro girls] Oh, my, god. Susan, look at his rack. It is so big. [scoff] He looks like one of those trophies. But, you know, who understands those tv demons? [scoff] They only talk to him, because, he looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? I mean, his rack, is just so big. I can't believe it's just so pointy it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look! He's just so… red!

[Verse 1: Sir Vox-a-Lot] I like big bucks and I can not lie You other demons can't deny That when a deer walks in with a itty bitty waist And a rack with sixteen points You get sprung, wanna pull up tough 'Cause you notice that rack was sharp Up high those points he's flaunting  I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh buck, I wanna get with you Still got your photo My colleagues tries to warn me But that rack you got makes me so horny Ooh, Tail-o'-fluffy-red  You say you won't have me on your show? Well, use me, use me 'Cause I ain't that average groupie I've heard them screamin' To hell with romancin' He's cruel, red, Got me goin' like a geforce rtx (4090) I'm tired of News casts  Sayin' pink spiders are the thing Take the average demon and ask him that He gotta pack much rack So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your buck got that rack? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to flaunt it! (Flaunt it!) Flaunt it! (Flaunt it!) Flaunt that shapely rack! Buck got rack!

[Chorus: Sir Vox-a-Lot] (Radio face with Monarch rack) Buck got rack! (Radio face with Monarch rack) (Radio face with Monarch rack)

[Verse 2: Sir Vox-a-Lot] I like 'em sharp, and big And when I'm throwin' a show I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like a hammerhead Now here's my scandal I wanna make a deal And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout a meal 'Cause my parts are made of plastic   You want that venison, thick and juicy So find that juicy double Vox-a-lot's in trouble Beggin' for a bite from that smile So I'm lookin' at porn videos Bitches begging and dancin' like hoes You can have them bitches  I'll keep my bucks like Aly A word to my dear show host, I wanna get with ya You can bite or gore me But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna [moan] Till the break of dawn Buck got it goin' on A lot of simps won't like this song 'Cause them sinners like to run and hide from you And I'd rather stay and play 'Cause I'm new, and improved  And I'm down to get those upgrades  So, gents'! (Yeah!) Gents'! (Yeah) If you wanna be featured on the show (Yeah!) Then offer it up! Sign the deal! Even owned souls got to shout

[Chorus: Sir Vox-a-Lot] Buck got rack! Buck got rack!

[Bridge: Sir Vox-a-Lot] Yeah, bucky… when it comes to deer, 666 News ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 15 inch waist? Ha ha, only if he's 6'6".

[Verse 3: Sir Vox-a-Lot] So you interfere with my drones, playin' hard to catch on camera  But my camera got backups playin' you up on repeat My sharks they don't want none Unless you've got deer, dear You can do talk shows or stand-up But please don't disappear  Some demons wanna play that "hard" role And tell you that the smile ain't gold So they run and they hide And I pull up quick to join in So Killjoy says you're out Well I ain't down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your antlers are curvy  And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole whores in the pornos: You ain't it, Miss Hoe! Give me a killer, I can't resist him The jambalaya didn't miss him Some knucklehead tried to diss 'Cause their souls are on his list He has game and he chose to eat 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'im So gent', if the rack is sharp, And you want a triple X throw down, Dial 1-666-VOXXX And kick them nasty thoughts Buck got rack! Buck got rack!

[Outro: Sir Vox-a-Lot] Little in the middle but he got a huge rack [4x]

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Some notes:

Changed Becky to Susan

Ooh, Tail-o'-fluffy-red .... The og lyrics are "Oh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin"....

A stag with sixteen points and more is called a Monarch stag (he gets lots of points when he goes full eldritch/demon)

Changed 36-24-36 to 15 inch waist to be closer to vivziepop proportions. 15 inches is the world record for tight-lacing waist.

Changed 5'3" to 6'6" to be closer to vivziepop proportions ( Alastor is somewhere around 7 feet I think)

Link to genius lyrics for Baby got Back

Forgot to post this here for a while...At this point, my brand is just dumb jokes jklfasghlaknsd

[screamingay]

someday. i won't have to be excited that i saved a whole dollar on laundry

[iatrophilosophos]

I feel so rich in pants! I have THREE pairs of jeans that fit!! I got them for under $5 altogether!!!!

[yourheartinyourmouth]

i absolutely cannot ~wait~ for spring bc a few months ago i got the cutest doc martens sandals for like 20 bucks and the pair of tevas i’ve wanted since the 90s for like 15

[ceilidho]

Soap coaxing his new girlfriend into fooling around on the couch while they have the apartment to themselves (he has a roommate, but "Gaz isnae comin' hame 'til after" he coos, already shoving his hand down the front of your pants and sawing two thick fingers between your folds).

You let him paw at you and peel your clothes off because you've been wound up all day and he's the hottest guy you've ever dated, so why wouldn't you let him feel you up whenever he's horny? (Which is more often than you thought; practically all the time actually.)

(Tw: noncon/dubcon)

Only Gaz walks through the door the second Soap has you spread on your belly on the couch with your ass in the air, fat cock buried to the root. And he doesn't stop when you shriek and Gaz cocks an eyebrow, unfazed by his roommate screwing his girlfriend on the communal couch.

In fact, he wanders over after taking off his coat, greeting Soap in a totally normal voice while you struggle under your boyfriend, trying to cover your bare tits with your arm at the same time until Soap gets irritated by all your fussing and twists both of your arms behind your back.

"Yer back early," Soap grouses, hips pumping into you in shallow plunges, like his roommate coming home early is distracting enough to reign in some of his excitement, but not enough to make him stop.

"Shop closed early today," Gaz shrugs, dropping his bag by the shoe rack, still remarkably unbothered by what's going on in front of him.

You're humiliated, horrified. More upset with yourself than anything (that's a lie - you're way angrier with Soap, but he doesn't even flinch when you scream about covering up and try to buck him off; he just moans and braces a foot on the floor to get a better angle) because you've only gotten wetter since Gaz walked through the front door.

"Fuck, dae that again, sweetie," he pants, cock so deep that you can feel it nudge your cervix with every stroke.

Squirming doesn't help much because all it does is make you tighten around Soap's cock.

"Poor girl," Gaz tuts, standing in front of the two of you now. You think the situation can't get any worse and then he strokes your cheek with the back of his knuckles, looking almost pityingly down at you. The shock at being touched by him leaves you tongue-tied, struck dumb. "Being a bit rough with her, aren't you, mate?"

He smooths a thumb over your cheekbone. You clench up tighter at Gaz's touch, dragging a guttural moan out of your boyfriend. It's awhile before he finds his voice again.

"Christ," Soap hisses through his teeth. "Och, yer fuckin' nasty, bonnie; git aff oan Gaz watchin' ye? She clenched richt up whin ye spoke."

"Can't blame her - miss having someone be nice to you, huh, sweetheart?"

Soap's voice is dismissive and panting when he responds. "Nah, she loves this. Begs fer it rough."

"Aw, that's not true, is it, sweetheart?" Gaz coos down at you, and you swear you're going to say something, swear the next thing out of your mouth won't be a slutty moan.

But a thumb slips into your mouth and presses against your tongue when you part your lips, and you close your lips around it reflexively.

"Yeah; there we go," he says in a low voice, smooth as molasses, unzipping his fly with one hand when you give his thumb a suck. "Nah, Johnny, you got yourself a good girl here. Gotta treat her right."

And that's how you wind up pinned on your belly with your boyfriend's cock deep in your cunt and his roommate's spreading your lips wide, eyes welling up from the stretch. You lose patches of time after that, thoughts fizzling out until you're only aware of being filled at both ends and the slick, wet sounds of the two of them making out over your prone body.

[kairoot]

𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝒟𝑂𝐿𝐿，𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝓟𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺 ．． ୨୧ 양정원

ׂ ִ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬．𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗂𝗇，𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ♡︎． — 𝐩. 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝑓．𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 — 𝐠. 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝，𝑓𝑙𝑢𝘧𝘧，𝑒𝑡𝑐． — 𝐰. 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌，𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁．

✉️ ──── 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾， @ourhees ！𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗌，𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝟣𝟪 𝗇𝗈𝗐 ！！！（𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗈𝗆𝗀），𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 <𝟥．

the mall was crowded with people and bustling with different noises as you and your boyfriend strolled through. his hand was tightly intertwined with yours, keeping you close and trying to avoid bumping into others along the way.

he insisted on holding your bags for you, as they were filled with items from previous stores you had visited. he didn’t care about what you got, as long as it made you happy.

you stopped walking for a moment, only to find another store that piqued your interest. you walked ahead with jungwon still following close behind, hand still with yours.

the two of you ventured through the shop as you looked at all of the clothing and accessories that hung on the racks. you walked past some of them, eventually stoping to admire a top you liked.

jungwon stood close behind you, his chest against your back as he observed whatever you were looking at. though he wasn’t that into shopping like you were, he always liked to see your face light up when you found something you loved.

“this is cute,” you mumbled out loud, more to yourself than to jungwon.

“yeah? why don’t you try it on?”

you smile, “not a bad idea.”

you and jungwon walk over to the dressing rooms but you had grabbed a few more items to try on just to see your options. one of the employees of the store gave you a key to the dressing room while jungwon waited outside on one of the benches.

the first item you tried was the top that you picked out. it was a simple pink square neck top but to you, it was one of the cutest things in the store.

“what do you think?” you opened the dressing room door, showing off the top to jungwon.

he stared at you lovingly before replying with a soft smile, “it’s so pretty on you.”

you blushed slightly at his comment, stepping back into the stall to try on the pair of jeans you picked out. jungwon liked those and told you that they “fit well”.

you tried on two more items before exiting the area and starting to put the clothes back.

“what are you doing?” he asked.

“i’m putting these back. the price is pretty unreasonable.” you told him. one of the pairs of jeans you wanted was about 35 bucks and you didn’t want jungwon waisting his money on that.

“don’t worry about it, i’ll pay for it.”

“won, no, they’re not even that cute—“

he shook his head, disagreeing with your protests. today was your day and jungwon didn’t care if he went bankrupt trying to spoil you. he just wanted to see you happy and give you all of the things that you deserved.

“c’mon, i’m paying.” he put both of your other bags in one hand and used the other to grab your hand, pulling you to the cash register.

after he made the purchase, you tried to act mad at him but couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

“i told you that you didn’t have to do that,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

“but i did. happy birthday, princess.” he shrugged before kissing your head, walking next to you as you both ventured off to the next store.

• • •

this is pretty short but im so eepy.. happy birthday sav !! 💌

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Bucky is high-key appalled by the lack of chivalry and politeness exhibited by the men of the twenty first century. Can't fathom that men ignore women on the train or bus who need seats, that doors aren't being opened for women, seats aren't being pulled out, space isn't made for women as they pass packs of men on the sidewalk. There are many things in this new age world that Bucky can't wrap his head around, but the disregard for women is something he'll never understand, so he opens doors for ladies if they are both going in the same building, vacates seats when there is a woman around in need of space. He can't help it, having grown up in a world entirely different to the one he is now. It is second nature and comes as quickly as breathing, but it stuns you a little the first time you get treated like that. You swoon at the fact Bucky holds the door for you, lets you pass before him, makes sure you walk on the safer side of the pavement, holds your hand when you cross the road, makes sure you get the food and drinks first, offers to drive and pay for date nights, the list is endless. Still, for once in your adult dating life, you don't question the sincerity of his words as they are backed up by actions.

"Did something happen to men while I was gone?" Bucky's confused voice floats down the hall of your apartment as he strides in, kicking his shoes off and placing them neatly on the rack by the bathroom door.

"What do you mean?" You look up from your spot on the couch, laptop sitting on your raised legs. "Like, did they go extinct and come back?"

Bucky reaches the living room and shucks off his jacket and gloves to hang over the chair before coming to the couch and plopping beside you. A soft kiss is pressed to your cheek, stubble grazing your skin as he mumbles a greeting before settling into the plush sofa.

"I mean, did they lose all manners?" he shakes his head in disbelief, hands splaying out in frustrated emphasis. "Do men not open doors for women? Or move out of the way for them on the side walk?"

You close the laptop and stow it away on the small shelf of the coffee table, no longer focusing on the information packets Tony had sent you early this morning.

"What happened?" You ask, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair, enjoying how he melts into your touch.

"I just watched a bucnh'a men in suits practically push a woman out of the way to get through the door." he sighs, clearly exasperated at the lack of respect for other humans. "And then they didn't even hold the door for her! They just let it swing closed. How do they act on dates? I doubt they pay."

You hum, letting his rant continue.

"And I was on the line."

"Online." you correct gently, spiking his hair up with your fingers, the shorter strands finally obeying you.

"I was online," he rectifies. "and I saw this video of a woman talking about a man getting angry that she wasn't gonna go home with him after the first date."

"Please tell me that never happened to you." His attention shifts to you now, genuine distress simmering in his blue eyes, and when you don't answer, he becomes distraught.

"Doll, no," Bucky shakes his head as if you confessed to the murder of his beloved stuffed animal. "Come on, you gotta be joking."

"It was years ago! I was young and stupid and didn't know my worth." You shrug, obviously not as upset as your counterpart. “I've learnt my lesson. I know I am worth at least two dinners now." The joke falls flat as Bucky stares, not amused.

"It's a joke, Buck."

"I know, but I don't like it." He grumbles, folding his arms across his chest like a child. "Don't like that you were treated like that."

"Well, good thing I've got you now, huh?" you abandon his hair, stroking the back of your fingers over his stubbly cheek.

Bucky pouts. "Still don't like it. You deserved better."

You kiss his cheek, feeling his cheeks round as he smiles. "You're too good to me, Mr. Barnes." another kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Even if we did sleep together on the first date."

"Hey! That wasn't the same. We knew each other before that." Bucky protests as you stand from the couch, walking to the kitchen to start on dinner. "At least I paid!"

[wanda-widow]

Post-Mission

Grumpy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 832

Summary: Bucky has always been one to try and pull away from people who care about him. However, you're always one to be insistent and care for him anyways, no matter what he says.

18+ MDNI

Warnings: slight angst, implied smut if you squint your eyes, fluff

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Hearing footsteps shuffle down the hall along with the sound of a dragging duffle was all you needed to know that Bucky was back from his week long mission. Hopping off the bed and peeking your head out of your shared bedroom, you saw Bucky scrub a weary hand down his face. You instantly frowned, worried as you hurried over to him, taking the duffle out of his hands. 

“How was the mission? Are you hurt anywhere? We should get you some food, you look exhausted” you said while rushing back to the room to unpack his gear as he let out a sigh, silently chucking off his boots before face planting on the bed. 

“Bucky?” came your worried voice after you put his boots into the closet, sitting on the bed next to him and poking his shoulder. “Bucky, get up. Shower, eat, and then rest.” you urged, poking him again when his vibranium hand shot out to grip your wrist.

“Let me sleep” he said gruffly before shifting on the bed so that his back was turned to you, leaving you rubbing your wrist softly. You knew he wasn’t too responsive after missions since it took so much out of him, not that he was one for words or self care anyways. Still, you took it upon yourself to make sure he was cared for. 

“Please? I’ll make you plum croissants tomorrow if you just shower and eat” you tried again, scooting closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder as you felt him sigh again before sitting up.

“Eat and then shower” he said, running a hand through his hair as he made his way to one of the compound communal kitchens, sitting down on one of the stools as he waited for you expectantly. 

“Grilled cheese?” you offered, slotting yourself in the opening between his thighs, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he nodded, fingers trailing down your arm as you pulled away. You could feel his gaze follow you as you bustled around the kitchen to make his food. “Go shower and then you can eat after” you said softly, turning around to look at him as he frowned, reaching out to tug you by the wrist back into his proximity.

“Thought you would shower with me” he said softly, letting his walls down while no one else was around. You felt his hands come to rest on your waist, forehead between your breasts as he pressed a kiss through your clothes. 

“Another time, I promise” you laughed softly, letting your hands run through his hand before stopping at his shoulders, letting one hand trail down his vibranium arm. He let out a quiet whine before getting off the stool, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. You watched as he went back to the room to shower before turning back to the sandwich, humming softly.

20 minutes later, Bucky was freshly showered and seated at the counter once more, gaze still fixed on you as you plated his sandwich and sat next to him. He ate in silence for a while as you observed the new wounds on his back. Finding some gauze and neosporin, you began to bandage them gently.

“They’re shallow but-” 

“They’re nothing” Bucky cut you off but made no move to stop you from patching him up. After placing the last piece of medical tape, he turned in his stool to face you, the both of you exchanging silent conversation before he got up to wash his plate. 

“If you keep going on long missions, you’re just gonna keep destroying yourself, Buck” you said quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. It became more apparent that the past couple months, he just drew further into himself with each mission, determined to block out the pain with endless fighting. 

“I’m just helping the team” he said tersely, putting his dish in the drying rack before he walked back to the room, expecting you to follow behind him. You stood there for a moment, willing for the emotions to fade, to appreciate that he was here. 

Your legs moved in habit, walking to your shared bedroom and flicking off the light before sliding under the covers with him. You could still hear his breaths, short and controlled. He wasn’t asleep.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke up again. “I don’t mean it, doll. The rudeness, the violence. I’m trying.”

“Bucky…” you started quietly but stopped when you felt the bed shift, a heavy weight now resting across your waist, shallow puffs of breath ghosting across your collarbone. 

“I’ll take a month break, spend time with you?” he half offered, half begged, the grip on your waist tightening.

“James…” 

“Only time with you. No one else unless really needed” he whispered, his leg shifting to now rest over yours, lips gently sucking at the base of your neck, smirking when he felt you cave. 

“How does Bali sound?” 

[ferrarifinnick]

resurface | lando norris 4

lando norris x reader

lando discovers a new fetish out in the sea, and he just can't help but give into these new desires

note: this is totally how lando would look at you when he’s not listening to a word you say, busy thinking about all the dirty little things he wants to do to you. also, first lando fic. woohoo!! what do you think? love <3

masterlist

warnings: masterbation, pda, fantasising, a little bit of public play, humiliation fetish if you squint, oral (f receiving), teasing, squirting, uncomfortable eye contact, charles leclerc, ruined orgasm. that's about it

1.9k words

lando really tried. he tried but no matter how long he racked his brain for, he never got any closer to understanding why wet hair got him so hot.

specifically your wet hair.

it started in monaco. one afternoon, while out on his yacht in the sea, he got the clever idea of daring you to jump into the water with him.

“come on,” he had begged you, hands on your waist pulling you closer to the railings on the side of the boat.

“i don’t want to get my hair wet, lan,” you’d said, but it hadn’t convinced him to back down.

“do it for me, baby,” he tried again, big hands pulling your hips against his. “gonna look so pretty all wet.”

he meant a lot of things by this, and part of him meant exactly what you were thinking. but what he hadn’t meant was your hair. not specifically at least.

but when your hips wiggled out of his hold and you swung a leg over the railing, he joined you. he wrapped a strong arm over chest while you climbed over, and once you settled on the other side, he climbed over with you.

“ready, baby?” he asked, tracing his pinky finger over the side of your thigh.

he spotted a snag in your brow, and recognising an oncoming wave of doubt, he chose to slap your ass cheek before you could entertain the thought of backing out.

“lan!” you gasped, glancing over at your friends on the other side of the yacht.

“yes, pretty?” he said, and who were you to say no to such a sweet little smile?

so with your hand in his, you leapt off the side of the boat together. broke through the surface of the salty sea together. only you didn’t resurface together.

lando held his breath and under the privacy of the water, he swam down until his face was level with your fluttering legs. his hands once again found your hips, but this time he took hold of your bikini bottoms.

he slowly slid them down until they rested halfway down your thighs. still kicking your legs to float, lando waited until he become familiar with your motions. he waited until he spotted a gap between your kicking thighs big enough for his head.

his open mouth tasted salt, until he licked a stripe over your bare pussy. even under water he could taste you.

your thighs clenched and you bucked your hips into his touch.

lando’s cheeks stretched for his grin, and he kept grinning as he circled his tongue over your bundle of nerves, holding you hostage with big strong hands to your thighs. but eventually, he had to resurface to take a breath.

but he couldn’t breathe when he joined you above water. he couldn’t breathe because he worried the sudden rush of blood to his cock might weigh him down to the seabed.

there you were, treading water and scowling at him, and yet all he could see was the salt water in your hair. weighing it down, darkening it, plastering strands of it over your damp forehead.

lando couldn’t look away.

“you’re not drowning, are you?” you’d asked him, and for a moment he considered that’s what might have been happening. his brain blocking out the fear of impending death so his final picture could be of you.

but moments passed and suddenly lando was very aware that he was not drowning. he couldn’t be, because if he was drowning, he wouldn’t have been able to slip a hand under his shorts and squeeze his solid cock.

you hadn’t noticed. you kept treading water, and even though it made your breasts bounce, lando couldn’t find it in him to notice. and lando always noticed your breasts.

“lan?” you asked again and only then did he realise he’d not answered you. he’d just been fisting his cock underwater, barely treading water enough to keep his head above the surface.

worse, he forgot his friends were in view

he glanced up at the boat, and to his relief, everybody was busy looking at something in another direction to this one.

he released his cock nonetheless and slipped his hand out of his swim shorts. he moved it to your ass cheek and leaned in to press a kiss to your wet cheek.

“‘m okay, baby,” he promised.

“if you say so,” you’d giggled, and he was satisfied that he’d satiated any suspicion you might’ve had.

you planted a kiss to his lips and made for the ladder on the side of the boat. as you swam, your hair took the crashes of salty waves, and lando’s shorts were tighter from something other than the water. when you re-emerged on the ladder, hair heavy, dark, sleek, and so dense with water that dropped down your back, over the curve of your ass, down the thighs he’d just had his head between. he wondered, naturally, if water would drip from your hair onto his cock if you sucked him off like this.

“you coming?” you called, halfway up the ladder.

“you go on,” he insisted. “i’ll come soon.”

and he did. he swam to the ladder after you’d settled back down on some cushions strewn across the deck. he climbed up a few steps, to the point where he could just about see your whole body.

he glanced over at where his friends were gathered on the other end of the boat, too busy throwing back beers to notice your absence. they probably wouldn’t even notice lando perched on the ladder if they happened to glance over. probably.

satisfied, lando peered over at you. he kept himself shielded behind the railing, which at this angle would hide him from you if you turned around to look in his direction.

he doubted you would. not while you laid on your tummy, nose in a magazine, thong wedged immodestly between your ass cheeks. but lando paid no mind to anything but the darkened, heavy hair that clung to your back.

so, so wet

if he pressed a hand against you hair, he knew water would gush out. his cock twitched at the thought, and suddenly his hand was slipping underneath the waistband of his shorts once again.

he wrapped his hand around his cock and hissed as he started to pump. he was so hard. did he normally have such prominent veins? were his balls always sticking up so high? he didn’t care until he thought about asking you those questions.

he should show you his painfully stiff cock and let you examine him. he pictured how you’d get down on your knees in front of him, run your eyes over his thick shaft, squint at that plump veins his thumb kept brushing over as he pumped to your wet hair.

maybe you’d take him in your mouth, to investogate his cock a little closer. he ran his index finger up the middle of his balls, the same way he thought you’d do with your tongue, and then he dragged it up to his tip, imagining the wet trail your tongue would leave behind.

lando’s thumb replaced his finger to swirl around the tip, collecting the precum dribbling out of his cock. you’d lick it off. lando was certain of it, because he’d watched you do it so many times before.

you suddenly turned the page of your magazine. lando watched as you whipped your head to the side, wet hair flying over your shoulder and landing on your back with a slap. you were close enough that some of the water flew towards lando and landed on his chest.

suddenly lando remembered a night you shared together in his hotel room in monza. he had your legs hooked over his shoulders, raw cock pounding your pink, sopping wet slit. he’d never seen a girl’s pussy actually pour before. but yours did. every thrust of his cock drew out a slosh of juice, until you suddenly pressed your hands against his chest in alarm but it was too late.

over his chest, and even his face, you covered him with your juices. he made you squirt. no, lando norris made you spray. just like lando norris made champagne bottles spray on podiums.

perched on the side of the ladder, droplets of water–your water–on his chest, he furiously pounded his cock to you.

he must have been red in the face and he was panting so loud he worried you might catch him, but then he stopped. he dragged his slick hand from his cock to his chest, like he did the night he made you squirt for him, and ran it over the salt water from your hair. only when it had gathered up your water, he returned it to his swim shorts, and bullied his cock with it.

you flipped another page and whipped droplets from your wet hair onto him again, very suddenly his chest tightened and his balls raised up in anticipation of his release.

his friends weren’t far, and you were close enough that his panting was becoming too loud to hide from you now. but he didn’t care. not as much as he cared about covering your wet hair with his cum. so he hung off the side of the ladder, cock in hand, fist fucking himself to your wet hair until he came on the side of his own yacht.

but right as his release hit, charles’ head popped into view.

“lando?” he asked.

lando very nearly fucked a hole through the side of the boat as he threw his hips against it. charles wouldn’t be able to see his shame or his cock from this new angle.

charles frowned and asked, “what are you doing down there? are you stuck?”

lando caught you glancing over your shoulder at him—was that a smirk on your face?—and for a second the ropes of cum shooting out of his cock felt a little less awkward. but he quickly forgot about that as charles bent down further and offered out a hand.

“let me help you, mate.”

“no!” lando choked out, humping the side of the boat against his will. “no, it’s- i’m okay.”

charles was all he could seem to focus on now and he squeezed his eyes shut to ignore him. this isn’t what he thought he’d be cumming to, and he wasn’t happy it was.

“please go away,” lando nearly begged.

charles left right at the last second of his orgasm, and in defeat he let himself slide back into the water. he floated on his back and wondered if his sudden bad luck was to be blamed on moving to monaco.

it must be an ancestral curse. punishment for fleeing rainy britain for hot, sunny monaco. now he was to be plagued by wet hair and forced to cum looking into the eyes of his monegasque friend instead of his girlfriend. hah! that’ll show him to think twice about leaving!

and it did.

lando considered handing in his letter of resignation. selling the keys to his penthouse in monaco. going into hiding somewhere charles would never think to go looking for him.

but on his back, floating helplessly in the sea, he noticed you climbing halfway down the stairs. the water still dripped down your back as you swiped your finger through the cum he left on the side of the boat. you threw your head over your shoulder, sucking the cum from the pad of your finger, as water droplets fell onto lando’s chest once again.

in view of his friends or not, he didn’t care anymore. he dipped his hand underneath the waist band of his swim shorts again, toes curling as you sank into the sea.

and when you eventually resurfaced, it was with hair so dark, so sleek, and oh, so wet.

-

yachting with lando… dreamy. like, comment, reblog. love <3

[starzradio]

DOUBLE OR NOTHING

after countless empty promises spilled from his lips, you wanted to believe that he’d show up to your anniversary of all things.

FEATURING: toji fushiguro x wife! reader

CONTENTS: non canon compliant/au, marriage problems, talks of divorce, angst, smut, porn w/out plot rly, unprotected p in v, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, doggy, missionary against a wall, pet names (ma, princess, etc.)

WORD COUNT: 4.9k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: repost bc i need this dilf in my bed rn 😞

"I'll make it home to you by six, mama. Take you out on a nice date, get you some flowers, all that stuff you like. Promise."

The clock was nearing eight o'clock with no signs of Toji coming through the door anytime soon, your own patience starting to run out with every tick. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. The sound echoed through your ears since you'd sat down on the leather couch nearly two hours ago, waiting for Toji to fulfill the promise. A promise that he'd made after flaking out on the date planned prior to that one.

And prior to that one. And prior. It'd been more missed dates than actual ones that he'd taken you out by now—you weren't exactly sure why you'd hoped for tonight to be different. Well, you knew exactly why. Today marked three years of being married to one another. You knew that he didn't prioritize date nights with you as much as he should, but you had held some sort of foolish hope that your anniversary would mean something—anything to him.

The divorce papers felt like a dead weight in your hand, much like how your relationship would be the second that you brought it up. It all just seemed so final, seeing the terms laid out that would end years of marriage. Just by the flick of a pen. But the idea was almost like a reprieve, like something that was worth looking forward to. You shook your head, getting up from the couch to set the stack of papers on the kitchen table where Toji wouldn't miss them.

Another half hour of eerie silence and Toji still hadn't come through the door. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep some semblance of hope that he'd even show up at all, much less for your date. You admitted defeat, slipping off your heels and pulling up a throw blanket over yourself. Succumbing to the sleep that was weighing down on your eyelids.

You weren't even sure how much time had passed when you heard the door swing open, the door hitting the wall from the force. The thud of his shoes hitting the tile followed, a grumble leaving Toji's lips. "Fuckin' bastards rigged that race. Robbed me of fifty bucks," he muttered to himself, slipping his coat off before placing it up on the coat rack.

"You're home late," you called out, watching as Toji turned to look at the couch before flicking on one of the living room lights. "Jesus woman, you scared me," he grumbled, a large hand resting by his chest as he looked over in your direction. Toji rubbed a hand over his face, exhaustion lingering on his face like a second skin. It was only then that he looked over at you, really looked at you, and what you were wearing.

Ah shit.

Almost as if he wanted to make the situation worse, he'd chosen to go with, "You got all dolled up just to fall asleep on the couch?" You could've sworn you felt your eye twitch at the question. He'd barely opened up his mouth and you were already wishing that he didn't even bother showing up for the night.

Toji knew he was in deep shit with each step he took into the living room, his mind already starting to work overdrive to figure out what he could do for what he'd missed. A date? No, you wouldn't have put on the very expensive pair of Louboutins for just any date. His mind was blanking on anything other than the numbers that he'd lost with earlier in the day. Come on, think.

"No, I got dolled up because I thought I'd be going out with my husband tonight," you retorted dryly, smudges of eyeshadow sticking to your hand when you went to rub at your eyes. You could see Toji's brows furrow, the wheels seeming to turn in his head for once, before a look of realization settled on his features.

"Look, I'm sorry. I got carried away at the casino," one of the many excuses you'd heard before coming back to bite you in the ass. The same excuse that he'd used last month when he forgot about a work party you'd mentioned to him. Which wouldn't have been too bad if it weren't for all the snide comments being whispered in your direction and all the unwarranted marriage advice.

Advice that you ended up forgetting about chugging down two glasses of tequila like water. "I'll make it up to you, I swear. You can pick the place and all that shit." There went another one. He'd really topped himself using the two of them in a row. You rubbed the bridge of your nose, looking over at him in disbelief. "Do you even know what today was? Why I'm so pissed off?"

"It's your birthday?" Toji spoke after a couple seconds, the answer clearly wrong just by the look on his face. You rubbed a hand over your face, standing up from your spot on the couch. "It's our wedding anniversary, Toji," you spoke up before he made another guess that would just piss you off even further, "And I have something I need to talk to you about. It's on the kitchen table."

Underneath the vase filled with wilted flowers—a collection more than anything that you kept around as a reminder that Toji used to care, was a stack of papers. He placed the vase down on the table with more force than necessary upon realizing what the documents were. "A divorce?" The words slipped out of him with such venom, such distaste, like the idea was unfathomable.

Toji slammed the papers down on the table, the salt and pepper shakers trembling before falling over. "Is that really what you want?" He stepped closer to you when you approached the table, his hands instinctively moving to hold your hips. Holding you close to his body. "No, I didn't get married with the intention of getting a divorce. But you've been neglecting this marriage for a couple months now."

"I'll make it up to you now," Toji spoke quickly, like he was afraid of losing you at any moment. Like you'd disappear if he didn't. And as much as you wanted to avoid looking over at him, the task had just become all that much difficult when you had nowhere else to look at. It only took one glance at his face to realize just what he meant by 'making it up to you.'

"You think you're gonna fix months of pushing me aside with just sex?"

"Nah, I know it's gonna take more. But you've been so tired, isn't that right? So tired of tryin' to keep this marriage from falling apart and nobody taking care of you?" His words were like a siren's song when he whispered them in your ear, your traitorous body leaning back to meet the drag of your fingertips. It was almost laughable at how easily your resolve had melted. "Lemme take care of you mama. Promise I'll make you feel good."

"You wanna call me a dick, never wanna see me again? That's fine, just don't deny me one last taste. Please," And while Toji wasn't a man to beg for anything in his life, he found himself saying the words anyways. "Thought this was you making it up to me," and as much as you were willing yourself not to fold, you felt yourself spreading your legs almost instinctively when his finger dragged up your inner thigh.

"Can't it be both?" Toji's teeth nipped at your neck, licking a stripe up the junction of your neck. Practically salivating at the taste of you, of the expensive perfume you'd put on just a mere hours beforehand. "One could say that you're just being selfish," your words quickly died out when Toji started sucking on your pulse point, your own heartbeat betraying you. You'd expected Toji to sass you back, say something about how your body was just so needy against his touch.

But instead, he dropped down to his knees in front of you. The wooden floor underneath his knees almost made him feel bad for all the times he had you in a similar position. Almost. Toji looked up at you, "Selfish only when it comes to you."

Every slow drag of his fingertips across your smooth skin seemed almost reverent— like you were something to worship. You were, he just failed to realize that until now. Until you were almost out the door. "I'm sorry," the first real apology of the night slipped out of his mouth, his lips pressed against your shin. "I'm sorry," he moved up to your knee, repeating the action. Hushed whispers of I'm sorry's and featherlight kisses moving up your legs, stopping only when he gets to your clothed cunt.

"I'm sorry," Toji uttered his last apology against your cunt, his eyes locking onto yours as he applied an open mouthed kiss on your clothed clit. Barely darting his tongue out, swirling it against the nerves that were just begging for one ounce of stimulation. And he was practically reveling in how needy he made you in the span of seconds. Your back arched to rest against the seat behind you, one of your hands going to rest on his head.

Toji's fingers dragged slowly in between your folds, feeling the wet patch already starting to form through the thin lace material. You refused to make eye contact with him, knowing that if you did, he'd be able to see just how desperate you were in just a manner of seconds. Even if the bastard probably had a clue already. "You sure your pussy agrees with the divorce?" His voice came out to something akin to a purr, the drag of his fingers slowing down.

Getting you even more worked up than you were already. "Fucking hate you, can't even apologize right," you let out a hiss, your hand going down to his hair. Pulling his head even closer to you despite your previous claim. "Fine, I'll apologize correctly," Toji sounded like you were the one inconveniencing him—to which you were. He wanted to take his time with his meal, have you begging for him to touch you. And normally, he would've.

If he weren't desperate to have your cunt on his face again after weeks, months? of just having his fist to work with. His fist and a used pair of your panties up to his nose like a pervert, hips humping the air in desperation. Imagining that it was your tongue flicking across his leaking tip instead of his thumb, that it was your soft hands in exchange of his rough ones. And as easy as it was for him to get laid—he didn't want to be with anyone that wasn't you.

Toji hadn't tasted someone as sweet as you, heard someone so angelic before, but now he supposed that maybe he'd have to put that theory to the test if you left him after all. Just the idea was maddening. That someone else would be doing the same thing that he's doing to you now, that they'd give you the affection that he should've given.

"Especially sorry to you. Been neglecting you for too long," he hooked his fingers around the side of your panties, pulling them to the side just enough to reveal your slick folds to him. Toji swiped the tip of his finger along your entrance, your slick glistening against the harsh kitchen lighting before he stuck in his mouth. Swirling his tongue around it, licking away at it like the slut he was.

And like the deprived man that he'd been, Toji's hands went to the lace of your underwear and stretched it out until a loud rip echoed throughout the kitchen. "You always this wet for people you hate? Or is that just for me?" Toji taunted, pushing your tattered panties down to your ankles. Finally leaning in closer to where you were aching for him to touch you. To do something other than just tease you relentlessly.

Toji settled on his knees behind you, spreading your legs open like you were his favorite meal. His tongue swiped up on your dripping cunt, licking up your essence with sheer greed. "Mmph fuck, so good," his words came out muffled, his tongue swiping across your folds before darting inside of your cunt. Your grip on the table tightened, your hips working on their own accord to push back onto his face. Practically suffocating him in your pussy. Not that he minded. By any means.

Toji practically welcomed it, his hands pushing you down onto his face. Getting absorbed in your cunt completely. "A-Ah fuck, Toji!" You could already see the noise complaint hanging on your front door first thing in the morning. But how could you be expected to keep your voice down? Toji spread your folds apart with two fingers as if he were preparing for a feast, his tongue feverishly licking in between.

"Fuckin' soaked already, knew you loved me," The vibration of the low chuckle that followed his words shot currents up your spine, your ass jiggling all that much more in his face. With such a decadent taste coating his taste buds, dying by your pussy would be nothing short of a blissful way to go out. One of the fingers that he'd been using to spread your folds had been pushed inside of your cunt, your walls clenching around him.

Toji's tongue flicked against your clit, swirling the tip around the bud while his finger slowly pushed further inside of you. The loud squelch of your cunt was the only thing that filled the apartment, everything else completely silent. Your fingers dug deeper into his scalp, a low groan leaving his lips. "F-Fuck, Toji Toji," he pushed another thick finger inside, moving them in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

"You think y're gonna find someone who can do this?" Toji looked up at you, his fingers curling up to hit that spongy spot inside of you almost perfectly. And if you didn't know any better, you'd almost say that he looked vulnerable while he made the question. Toji's lips wrapped around your clit, gently sucking on it as his fingers worked you closer and closer to your orgasm. You couldn't bring yourself to answer—didn't trust yourself to speak.

"Toji, Toji, gonna cum," you gave him a warning, your jaw falling slack and your lips parting in a o-shape. Soundless moans leaving your lips, feeling that coil in your lower tummy start to tighten up all the much more. With one final pump of his fingers, you were covering his lips with your release. His tongue swiped across his lips, across the scar that he hated, collecting every drop. Savoring what he imagined would be the last taste of you.

"Turn around," It was almost embarrassing how quickly you'd turned around per your soon-to-be ex husband's request.

Toji didn't take more than a couple seconds in unbuttoning his pants and taking them off, his cock hitting his stomach once it was released from its confines. Precum dribbled from his annoyingly almost pretty pink tip, dripping onto the floor. Drip. Drip. Drip. His cock slid through your folds like a slip n slide, your previous orgasm coating his tip with every lazy drag. "Toji," your voice bordered on a whine, pushing your hips to try to meet his movements.

"Tell me what you want," Toji clicked his tongue, one of his hands moving to hold your waist. Keeping you completely still until he got what he wanted. You figured there wasn't any harm in whining—you were already fucking the man after you brought up a divorce. There truly wasn't that much more to lose. "Why do I have to ask for it when you're the one apologizing?"

"Because you're the one pushing your hips back against me. All needy 'n shit. So.. beg."

"Want you inside me, Toji. Please."

"Want?"

You let out a huff before correcting yourself, "Need."

"Come on, doll. You can say it nicer than that, right?" Toji's pointer trailed up your torso, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

So goddamn annoying. You swallowed whatever pride you had left before looking back over at him, "Please, Toji. Need your cock in me. Please."

Toji clicked his tongue, one hand wrapping around his cock and giving himself a couple tentative pumps. "Think you can beg better than that. But since I'm feeling nice, I guess I'll let it slide." So much for feeling apologetic. Toji pushed his cock inside of you in one swift motion, a hiss leaving your lips at the stretch. Even with the fingers that'd been inside of you, nothing could've really prepared you.

"You okay?" Toji dropped his head to rest on your shoulder, whispering the words in your ear. Staying still while your walls tried to adjust to the overwhelming stretch. "You try taking your cock," you muttered dryly, giving him a nod to start moving. "Why would I do that when you take it so well?" Toji pushed the rest of his cock inside, his hands resting on your hips.

Toji wasn't particularly known for being gentle—the one hospital visit after he'd injured your cervix more than enough proof of that, but he started off slow. Slow, shallow thrusts. Fucking you in a way that he hasn't since your honeymoon. "Toji, you can speed up," you assured him, your words getting cut off with a smack to your ass. "What I'd say about tellin' me what to do?" Ah, there was the mean Toji that you recognized.

"Wouldn't need to tell you what to do if my vibrator wasn't looking more appealing right now."

Famous last words.

The change was almost immediate. Mascara dribbled down your cheeks, the sight of your once composed makeup all ruined making Toji's cock twitch inside of you. "Fucking pretty like this, y'know?" His teeth sunk down on the junction of your shoulder, his teeth grazing across the sensitive flesh. His hips snapped roughly into yours, your breathing growing erratic. "Fuck, Fuck, Toji!"

The coldness of his gold wedding band hit your skin as soon as he went to grip your hips, holding you against him like he needed to be close to you. The two of you had been distant for some time and he hadn't bothered to take off his wedding band once, not even on the rare occasion that he actually did happen to take a job. Toji would never admit it, of course—but he was starved for the feeling of your skin against his own.

To confirm that you were still here after all.

Your hands reached out to grab to whatever you could grab—anything, and of course, it just happened to be the divorce papers sitting on the middle of the table. Practically taunting you as your own signature glared back at you. "This good enough for you, princess?" Toji taunted in your ear, his blunt fingernails digging into your sides. "Mhm, j-just like that," your voice came out in a mewl, all bits of defiance completely out of your system.

"There you go. Nasty fucking girl," Toji all but purred in your ear the moment you started to jerk your hips back to meet his own, your ass bouncing with each one of his thrusts. "Just needed Toji to take care of ya," all you could was nod your head fervently, your grip on the divorce papers tightening. And Toji, of course, took notice. He took the papers from you with one hand, giving them a once-over before passing them back over.

"Come on, since ya wanted it so bad, read me those divorce papers," Toji handed you the stack of papers, pointing to where you'd signed your initials just a couple hours prior. Your hands shook as you held the papers, your vision blurry as you tried to make out the legal jargon in front of you. Even the simplest of words seemed all too complicated to try to make out.

"T-Toji, I can't," your voice cracked, your grip on the papers tightening when his cock reached all that much deeper inside of you. Toji clicked his tongue, peering over your shoulder to read the first sentence from the document. "That's not what it says ma, try again."

"Without all the stuttering too."

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to focus on the words in front of you instead of Toji's cock sinking further and further into you. "S-Says that the divorce agreement was made today between us," you clutched the sheets tighter, your eyes almost rolling back when Toji bottomed out inside of you. The tip of his cock dripping precum, your walls fluttering as you tried to get adjusted.

"Mm, yeah, keep goin'," Toji really couldn't care—his focus solely on the way that your cunt stretched out to fit his cock. Leaking around his shaft, loud squelches when he pulled out overplaying whatever shitty soap opera was playing. "And what'd I say about the s-stuttering?" Toji mocked your words, his own hips stuttering mere seconds later while he tried not to get absorbed in your cunt. Not that it was an easy task by any means.

It was hard, especially with the way that you claimed to be over this marriage despite your pussy claiming otherwise. When you opened your mouth to speak, the only thing that left you was a moan. "F-Fuck Toji, right there," your eyes shut tightly at the touch of his calloused hand making itself in between your legs, his thumb rubbing at your clit in a speed that felt like it combated his own running abilities.

"That's not what it says, c'mon," Toji grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, turning your head to face the overwhelmingly long divorce papers. You wouldn't finish tonight if he intended for you to read the whole thing, you knew that much. A harsh slap against your swollen clit made the pleasure coursing through your veins mix with pain, a shaky gasp leaving your kiss-swollen lips.

Drool leaked from the corner of your mouth, the black ink smearing with each drop that fell from your parted lips. Your walls enveloped every inch of his cock perfectly, your cunt holding his cock in a vice-like grip. "That I won't try to t-take your things," you managed to get out, hoping that it would be good enough. You knew the two of you wouldn't finish today if he made you read the never ending stack of papers. 

"Good enough," Toji sounded like he would've kept it going if he could, but you set them down as quickly as he spoke. It was almost like Toji was trying to remind you of why you'd fallen in love with him in the first place—the man reverent to your cunt and your cunt only. Every grip of your hips kept you closer and closer to his body, almost as a way for Toji to make sure you weren't slipping away.

"Wh—" Before you had the chance to complain about the loss of contact, Toji had already carried you without a smidge of struggle. His hands hooked underneath your plush thighs, hoisting you up against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his slutty waist, practically clinging onto him like a koala. "There we go, there's that pretty lil face," Toji placed his pointer underneath your chin, taking in the view in front of him.

The glazed over look in your eyes, the sweat beading up on your forehead, the makeup that he'd successfully ruined—everything about you was just so beautiful. How you tried to avoid looking in his direction for too long. "Don't leave me ma, need you in my life," the words were whispered into your ear, his cock pushing back inside of you in one swift motion. Toji's fingers went back to your throbbing clit, his pointer and middle rubbing against it at the perfect speed.

Not too fast, not too slow, and not too rough.

"Don't ask me to do that," you almost sounded pained as you spoke—not from him filling you up, but for the implication of his words. You'd practically babble anything right now, anything for him to keep going. To forget about the reality that awaits the two of you. Toji's lips found yours in an instant, the exchange between the two of you almost depraved. His mouth was feverish in the way that it moved against yours, like he'd never get the chance again.

Your hand went to the back of his head, pushing him closer against you. Letting yourself forget for just a little while longer. A string of saliva connected your lips to his when you pulled away—only to catch air. "I’m close, Toji, so close," you whined against his lips, your release coating his shaft a mere moments later. Toji only used that as lubricant, his movements quicker against your cunt to chase his own release.

"There's no one else for me, I'll stop goin' to t-the casino, stop gettin' into trouble," Toji had been reduced to a babbling the first thing he pulled out of his ass, if only to get you to stay. His head rested against the junction of your neck, basking in the remnants of proximity that he could get. Shaky breaths left his lips with each thrust of his hips, feeling himself getting closer and closer. "You've been saying that since we've been married."

"I mean it this time, I promise," you'd never heard a lie sound so pretty slipping from someone's lips before until now.

He bit down on the side of your neck, hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to where you'd probably have to use a tube of concealer to even attempt to cover up the bruising mark. Causing you problems even now. But you'd be lying if the sudden act of possessiveness had your walls clenching against him even tighter, if that was even possible anymore.

His cock was barely moving against the tight grip you held around his shaft, his pace stuttering. "Fuck, fuck, so tight," Toji let out a loud groan, completely at the will of your pussy. He threw his head back, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks in this lighting. Ropes and ropes of cum decorated your cunt, his softening length snug inside of you. Toji ended up pulling out a couple moments later, scooping the drops of cum that leaked down your thighs with his finger.

Toji was shameless in the way that he stuck the finger in his mouth, a low moan leaving his lips at the combined taste of him and you. Before your rationality came back, before you got the chance to even think about regretting this, you leaned in and crashed your lips against his own. Tasting yourself on his tongue. The kiss lingered between the two of you more than it needed to, it was less rushed than the prior ones you'd shared.

Like a last taste.

"So, you still want to get that divorce?" Toji knew you would've just babbled whatever for him to keep going, saving the question until now. His movements were almost reluctant as he pulled his pants over his legs once again, making little attempt to fix up his hair. If anything, his fingers only ended up messing the strands even more. Despite knowing the answer deep down, Toji still held out hope. That maybe you'd had some eye-opening moment while he was balls-deep.

You stood up properly, looking over at the ruined sheets on the table before looking back over at him. "I do," you spoke after a couple seconds, grabbing your tattered panties from the floor and smoothing over your dress. Trying to maintain whatever semblance of dignity you had left. Even if it was probably just as tattered up as your underwear at this point.

"Why? You know I love you. You know that you love me. So why should we get separated?" You did know that. But you also weren't sure that he'd ever loved you enough to consider changing. To consider the fact that you needed some sort of affection outside of sex.

"Because you think that somehow every problem between us can be resolved with sex. You say that you want to do better and yet, you never do. It doesn't even feel like you're my husband half of the time," all the bottled up feelings from the past couple months spilled out of you in a manner of seconds. All the bottled up thoughts that maybe you should've told your husband about earlier. Though, you weren't even sure if Toji would've paid it any mind.

And almost as if he'd read your train of thought, "Why didn't you tell me about all this before just hittin' me with divorce papers?"

"Because the few times that I did, you told me to stop bitching. That I shouldn't have anything to complain about with a roof over my head and a fridge full of food," you started off, almost waiting for him to deny what you were saying, "And while I'm not saying that I'm not thankful for those things, I also don't want to feel ungrateful for saying that I miss my husband."

Silence lingered between the two of you, each second that passed by only confirming what the two of you already knew by now. That a divorce wasn't such a far-fetched idea. Toji knew there wasn't left to even attempt fighting for, so he simply just told you, "I'll sign 'em when you get the new ones."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just Friends: Isn't It Fun?

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes

masterlist

Summary: You make a new friend.

It’s giving

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You hum as you come up the walk of your building. It isn’t in the best location. In the dark, it’s scarier as a shadow overhangs the door beneath the awning. You reach into your knapsack, hanging from one shoulder, as you eke out the tune to Easy Street offkey.  

As your keys jingle, a shape pops out of the bushes and you scream, throwing the keyring as you turn to sprint back down the pavement. You’re caught from behind as a familiar chuckle rolls up into the moonlit sky. You grunt and elbow Bucky as you realise the trick he’s pulled. 

“Ah, why would you do that?” You wriggle until he lets you go. 

You face him and try to snarl but you’re so relieved it’s just him, you can’t help but smile. 

“Just having some fun. At your expense,” he chuckles and bends to pick up the keys. “Can I give you some advice, dreamy?” He raises your keys and holds them so one points between his fingers. “Keep your keys out, hold em like this and if some creep jumps out of the bushes, stab em good.” 

“Stab-- Buck,” you shake your head. “I can’t do that.” 

“You can if it’s life or death,” he swings the keys around to hang from his thick fingers, “here.” 

“What-- what are you even doing here?” 

“Huh. You didn’t let me ask my question first,” he huffs as he stands back and waves you past. “Why didn’t you tell me you were working late?” 

“Well, firstly, you got lots going on,” you say. “And I didn’t think of it. I’m fine.” 

“Fine, I could be a real bad guy waiting for you out here in the dark,” he taunts. 

“But you’re not. So now my turn, why are you here?” 

“Well, I was wandering by on my way to see a Buster Keaton marathon and thought maybe you’d be up for it...” 

“Tonight? Right now?” 

“I see,” he grabs the door as you opens it and holds it, “you’re too busy. Or maybe you’re too good for me.” 

You enter and he follows. It’s that familiarity that you just sort of fell into with him. He’s like a wise big brother, even if he really is older than your grandpa. It’s the most unexpected bonds that are the strongest. 

“No, not at all, Mr. Hero,” you climb the stairs as he stays a step behind, his hand on the railing right by yours. 

“Ugh, why doesn’t this place have an elevator?” He whines. 

“I thought the serum would give you extra strong legs,” you toss over your shoulder. 

“Whatever.” He clucks, “so how about it? You wanna fall asleep in the theatre with me, dreamy?” 

“Dream-- why do you call me that?” You head down towards your door. 

“You got your head in the clouds. Also, when you watch movies, you get this look in your eyes, like you’re living on screen. Dreamy. See.” He explains. 

“Mm,” you grumble. 

“You don’t like it? I put up with Buckaroo.” 

“That was once and it was a slip-up,” you unlock your door. “Fine, I’ll go with you since you don’t have any other friends.” 

“I have friends.” 

“Sure you do,” you snort and turn to give him a playful wink. You put your keys and bag down on the tall table. “You and Cap, the superfriends. Heroes and buddies til the end—whoa!” 

You hit the shoe rack and stumble, landing on your ass. Bucky is quick enough to save you but he doesn’t. He watches smugly and cackles as your cheeks burn up. 

“Not funny,” you pout. 

“Oh, it is very funny,” he approaches and offers his hand. “How’s that humble pie taste?” 

“Fine. I was being a meanie. I admit it but you got my adrenaline up. I can’t help it.” 

“Ha, yeah, that was good. You shoulda seen the look on your face. And that noise you made.” He hauls you up as his vibranium thumb rubs between your knuckles. “Ayeeeee!” 

“I don’t sound like that.” 

“You do.” He grins. You scowl and he laughs again. “You know I love that face. The day you actually get mad at me, I’ll be down on my knees, dreamy.” 

“Ugh, you are such a...” you let the sentence trail off and the dimple stays in in his cheek as he crosses his arms. 

“I’m a what?” 

“Nothing.” 

“No, say it,” he goads. 

“No.” 

“Come on, I can handle it. You know, I got hit by a truck the other day, I think I can take a few words.” 

“Hit by a truck? Bucky?” You squeal. “Are you okay?” 

“Ah, look at me. I’m fine. Not a scratch. That you can see,” he shrugs. “So what am I? Tell me.” 

“No,” you turn your nose up. 

“Say it. You’ll feel better.” 

“It’s... not nice.” 

“Come on,” he unfolds his arms and flutters his fingers at you, “I am trained in torture.” 

“No,” you grab his hands, his skin rough, “no tickles.” 

“So, tell me.” 

“Not fair,” you struggle to keep his hands away from your sides. 

“Almost...” he wiggles his fingertips a half-inch from your middle. 

“Brat! You’re a brat!” You step back, out of his reach. “Okay, and if you keep being one, you can go to the movies alone.” 

He laughs and grips his hips in victory, “wow, you know, I’ve actually never got that one. Creative.” 

“Right, well, I can’t sit in the theatre in this get-up,” you look down at your frilly plaid overall dress and white blouse.  

“I didn’t get to mention that yet. It’s a choice, as the young ones say.” 

You cringe, “it’s my work uniform.” 

“Uniform?” He squints. 

“Don’t, okay? I get enough guff from the customers.” 

“Guff? Oh, that’s language I understand.” 

“Ergh,” you stomp your foot. “You are so... so... old.” 

You turn and march away. He laughs and you turn into your bedroom. He just loves to tease you and despite your efforts, he always gets to you. At least he’ll have to be quiet during the movie. 

[redwing4life]

Prettier Than a Van Gogh

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

WARNINGS: Bucky struggling with self image, a frankly illegal amount of fluff

SUMMARY: You suggest painting Bucky’s back to help him see the beauty he fails to see in the mirror

WORD COUNT: 1333

MASTERLIST

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your voice rings out from the entryway of the apartment, your tone light as you use the phrase you’ve come to love. Bucky said it once when you first moved in together, unaware of its old fashioned nature; you teased him for it in the following weeks, and yet you’ve come to find it endearing - now using it each time you walk through the front door.

“Bucky?” You call out, met with silence once more. While you’re used to coming home to a quiet apartment, the lack of a usual reception of hugs and kisses is worrying.

Concern tugs at your brows as you kick off your shoes. You consider for a moment that he’s been called away on a mission - something that happens every now and then - but his boots still sit on the shoe rack and there’s no sticky note on the wall from him.

“Bucky, darling? You home?”

Spinning round the corner that leads to the open plan kitchen and living room, your frown deepens upon seeing no sign of your boyfriend; the bathroom door is open and he’s not there either. Your eyes lock on the bedroom door that sits slightly ajar before your feet carry you forward.

You knock gently on the wood and peek inside, “Love?”

Oh how your heart drops at the sight before you. The reflection of the mirror Bucky is stood in front of shows you the shame etched across his features. He’s wearing the dark blue and green plaid pyjama bottoms you got him for Christmas with no shirt on.

You’ve found him like this before, him staring with disgust at the scars littered across his torso, but mainly his shoulder. It’s like a knife to the stomach every time you see him with that look in his eyes; if only he saw himself the way you do.

Feet pattering against the hardwood floor, you approach Bucky with eyes trained on his - though he’s yet to glance at you.

“I thought we agreed you didn’t have to do this to yourself anymore, sweetheart” You say, voice quiet and dripping with love. Coming to a halt behind him, you drag your fingers up and down his toned back a couple times before stretching them around his waist.

Bucky’s skin tingles at the warmth of your hands, now flat against his stomach. “I don’t know how to stop” His lips twist into a grimace.

“Then we’ll learn how to.” You reply, slowly stroking the skin beneath his belly button. “Cause you deserve to see yourself the way I do”

You almost gasp when Bucky finally meets your eyes through the mirror, wondering if you’ll ever get used to his beauty.

“Do I?” He asks with a frown.

“Oh, honey,” You press a kiss to his shoulder blade, “you deserve that and so much more.”

His lips turn up slightly and you revel in the way his body responds to you. Your right hand reaches out to grab his vibranium one, raising them up with your palms flat against each other. Still stood behind him, your fingers intertwine while your eyes never leave each others.

You continue, “You may not see that yet, but i’ll spend every minute of our lives teaching you to see it too”

He spins in your arms while still holding your hand and rests his flesh one on your hip. Naturally, you start swaying from side to side, dancing to the hustle and bustle of the street outside. You find yourself thinking of ways to help him while your head rests on his chest.

“Hey, Buck?” You mumble against his chest.

“Yes, doll?”

“I have an idea”

Bucky was skeptical of your plan at first, but your big smile and excited bouncing on the spot won him over. Not that it takes much persuasion when it comes to you.

So now he finds himself lying on his stomach on your bed while you straddle his back, slowly sketching out a drawing on his back.

“Can I at least get a vague idea as to what you’re gonna paint on my back, sweets?”

You giggle to yourself quietly, “Nope.”

Bucky rolls his eyes but can’t hold back a grin. You’re being very secretive as to what you’re planning; you said you want him to just enjoy relaxing for now.

“Okay, you ready?” You ask, dipping a brush into the paint on your palette.

“Yes, ma’am”

When the brush makes contact with the small of Bucky’s back, his back tenses at the unusual sensation. “Fuck, doll, it’s cold” His voice is muffled with the pillow beneath his chin.

You mutter an apology, gently running your hand up and down his side comfortingly, trying to counter the cool brush with your warm hands. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” He replies quickly, “keep going”

So you do. You spend nearly an hour swirling paint over your boyfriend’s back, incorporating his scars into your design. Blues and yellows blend together to form a version of Van Gogh’s starry night, curving round his vibranium shoulder and down to the middle of his back.

Bucky stopped fighting the fatigue that was tugging at him, unable to keep his eyes open any longer. He’s slept peacefully for the last twenty minutes to the bizarrely satisfying feeling of being painted; a content smile has graced your lips ever since he fell asleep, happy to see him so comfortable in your presence.

You never take for granted how Bucky lets his guard down around you. You may not be able to control his feelings toward himself, but you can certainly give him every reason to trust you.

The painting is nearly finished as the super soldier stirs beneath you, a sigh falling from his lips.

“How’s it going, doll?” He asks, trying to turn and look at your work only to have his eyes covered.

“No looking! I’m nearly done” You squeak, desperate to keep it as a surprise. “Just a couple minutes and you can see it”

Bucky hums in response, returning his attention to the movie playing on the tv.

Finally finishing up with some detailed strokes, you drop the brush in the water jar and tidy up. When everything is cleared, you help Bucky to stand up without smudging your work, leading him back to the mirror you found him in front of only a few hours ago. Your hands rest on his hips, drawing circles on his skin without even realising you’re doing it.

“Okay, if you don’t like it we can wash-“

“I already love it, y/n. You could’ve painted a rotten apple and i’d wear it for a week if I could” He interrupts you. You can’t help but admire him right now, a soft expression on his face.

“Okay, you can look”

Silence falls upon the room as Bucky turns to face you and plants a quick kiss on your forehead before looking over his shoulder.

“My god, sweets”

“Is that a good ‘My god’ or a bad ‘My god’?”

He can’t tear his eyes away from his body for the first time since the 40s. “It’s beautiful, y/n. I-“ Words fail him and you swear you see a tear in his eye.

“That’s how I see you, Buck.” You say. “You take my breath away every time I see you. Your scars are part of you, so I love them too”

He turns back to you and holds your face in his hands, “I love you so much, doll. You’re so damn talented, and to have you use it for me- it makes me wonder what I did to deserve you”

You raise your hands to cover his. “You deserve the world, my love. More than I could ever give you”

“Well,” Bucky grins and rests his forehead on yours, “lucky for you, you’re all I want”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: eeee my first fic, please like and reblog if you enjoyed - maybe give me a follow toooo ;)

[icantthink-ofagoodname]

Crawling

Jason Todd x reader smut

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You were a brat and you knew it too. Always teasing your boyfriend, whispering dirty things in his ear in public, dressing provocatively and little things to get him riled up like showing your red bra strap.

His color.

But one day you took things too far.

“You aren’t seriously wearing that out are you?” Jason asked when he saw your outfit, a tight black tank top and a mini skirt that barely covered your ass.

“Hm?” You looked down at your body. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

Jason cocked his head at you.

“You know what, wear what you want, I know how to fight.” He said before grabbing your wrist and leading you out the door.

After a short bike drive y’all arrived at the bar where you intended to shoot some pool, see you had planned this outfit and date accordingly.

Once inside you walked straight to the pool table while Jason went to order a drink.

“Hey there,” You heard from behind you, turning around you saw some guy you’ve never seen before.

“Hi,” You greeted back, grabbing a pool stick from the rack 

“You alone tonight?” Asked the guy

“She’s not” Jason stood right behind you 

The guy backed up a bit at the sight of this six two, two twenty five pound man of pure muscle standing behind you with a cold look on his face.

“Sorry man” He fully backed off.

“Hey babe!” You turned to smile at him.

Jason smiled back and went to grab a pool stick as well.

When you leaned down to shoot, you felt Jason move to stand behind you.

Really closely.

You smirked a bit, adjusted your arm and wiggled your hips against him then you shot. As the balls clacked against each other you straightened your body out, purposely pressing up against Jason.

Out of your prefreals you saw his gaze darken.

Perfect.

You moved to the side so Jason could shoot but before you moved too far he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer.

For the rest of the night Jason had you very close to his side, he let off an intimidating aura making every guy who wanted to approach you back away in fear.

Except for one guy.

“Hey,” A guy walked up to you “Wanna ditch this guy?”

“Fuck off.” Jason stepped in front of you, shielding you from the man.

“Why don’t you let her speak for herself?” The man smirked and reached around to grab your wrist.

Jason wasted no time decking the man in the face, making him break his grip and stumble back.

He touched his face and saw blood on his fingers.

“You little shit!” The man lunged at Jason who sidestepped him and kicked him in the ribs.

“We should leave” You quickly grabbed Jasons arm and led him out of the bar.

The ride home was intense silence as Jason sped the whole way home, gripping him tightly you were both scared and excited for what would happen when y'all got home.

You were dragged into the bedroom and thrown onto the bed, you watched as Jason took his shirt off and pinned you to the bed.

“You think I didn't know your little plan” He roughly kissed you “You're a little slut aren't you?” He lifted your tank top and started nibbling your neck.

You moaned as he went straight to your sweet spot and slowly moved down your body before unhooking your bra.

After flinging it across the room Jason latched on to one of your tits while he used the other hand to massage the other one

“Jay please” You moaned, not entirely sure what you were begging for. 

Jason switched, sucking on the other tit making you hum.

Pulling off with a pop Jason trailed his tongue down your body, using his hands to pull down your panties leaving the skirt on. He went down, pushed your legs apart and licked a stripe from your hole to your clit, you shiver at this and try to buck your hips up but he pushes them down, pinning you in place.

Jason wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, making you gasp and arch your back, you felt him smile as he went further down and shoved his tongue deep into your cunt, curling it to hit your g-spot.

You squeezed your thighs around Jasons head but he just took that as a sign to keep going. He licked small circles on your clit that made you see stars. Gripping the sheets you practically scream Jasons name, this will definitely change the way your neighbors look at you forever.

“Jason!” You said his name as you came.

Jason continued to lap up and down your pussy, absolutely savoring your taste. You whimper a bit at the overstimulation.

Crawling up to get face to face with you Jason kissed you, it was all tongue and teeth and you could taste yourself on his lips. Releasing your grip on the sheets Jason pulls away and flips you onto your stomach and pulls your hips up in the air.

Kneading your ass before giving it a light smack Jason unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, rubbing it against your wet folds before pushing in making you gasp.

Jason wasted no time brutally fucking into you with long and hard strokes, each one drew moans out of you but you were still overstimulated so you grabbed at the sheets and tried to crawl away.

Smirking at this Jason grabbed your hips with enough force to bruise and pulled you closer to him.

“Where do you think you’re going princess?” He leaned down to nibble at your ear making you whine. “Don’t think you can cause a scene like that and not get punished.” 

You didn’t think it was possible for him to go harder but he did, and as Jason rammed in and out of you, you strangled out a cry as you felt hot tears form in your eyes.

“Poor baby, all dumbed out on my cock?.” Jason cooed “Who owns this sweet little cunt?” 

You struggled to speak.

“C’mon now, answer me. Who owns this cunt?” 

“Y-you do!” You yelled out, feeling the knot in your stomach twist.

“Good girl” Moving one of his hands to your lower stomach he pressed down.

You moaned his name as you came, Seeing white spots in your vision from the force of your orgasm. Jason sped up, fucking you thought it while chasing his own. A few deep thrusts later he came deep in your cunt.

When Jason pulled out you could feel the mix of fluids drip out of you, whimpering at the feeling.

“Shh, it’s okay” Jason comforted as he gently flipped you over, looking you in the eye as he trailed his fingers gently down your body ghosting over your cunt before using two fingers to push the cum back inside you.

“Ngh, Jason” You moaned at the feeling.

“I’ll be right back” Said Jason as he stood and walked to the adjacent bathroom, you could hear water running as he wet a washcloth.

He tried his best to clean you up without more overstimulation but you were so sensitive when the washcloth touched your aching hole you gasped and bit your lip.

“Sorry” He apologized as he wiped away the cum spilling out of you.

After he was done cleaning you up he left for the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and a pack of fruit snacks.

“Here.” He gave them to you “Drink the whole bottle” 

You drank about a quarter of it in your first gulp before setting it down to work on the fruit snacks.

“After you finish that you wanna shower?” Jason asked.

You grabbed the water bottle again and nodded before taking another big sip.

The shower was soft and sweet with Jason washing your hair for you and leaving small kisses on your neck and shoulders making you smile.

After the shower you grabbed one of Jasons shirts and put it on before crashing into bed with him.

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[mattsturniolosmuse]

Help Me

Johnny Cade x Reader

Summary: You're a virgin, and it's the first time you've ever gotten horny. You turn to your best friend, Johnny Cade, for help, and he helps you, alright.

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), cowgirl, praising, dirty talk, Dom! Johnny, sub! reader, also pretend this is modern day

You turn the page in your book.

I wanted him, so bad. I thought of him as I reached beneath my skirt and into my panties, shoving three fingers deep inside of me.

You gasp, realizing the wet spot in your panties. You are throbbing, and your mind drifts to Johnny, your best friend. The scars on his face, his chocolate brown eyes, his plump lips. You grab your phone.

You: johnny cade get over here

You: and come alone

dickwagon: why, is everything alr

You: yeah, I just need help

dickwagon: i cant, darry wont let me leave bc of what happened

He is obviously talking about when he got jumped. He wasn't allowed to leave alone.

You: im coming over then

dickwagon: 👍

You grab your hoodie from its rack at the front door, slipping into your crocs. You run almost the whole way to the Curtis house, your chest heaving as you run inside.

Your eyes scan the group until they land on Johnny. Your clit throbs. You grab his arm, and drag him upstairs into the guest room. Dally whoops.

"Have fun Johnnycake." He yells to you guys. You roll your eyes, blushing.

"What's wrong?" Johnny asks you. You gesture towards your crotch.

"I'm horny, because of you, Johnny please help." You say fast. He looks down at you, blushes, then looks back up.

"Sure, babydoll." He says, kissing you hesitantly. He pulls away, but you pull him back. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on it gently.

"Please help me." You whisper, shuddering. He pushes you down onto the bed, smashing his lips against yours. You whimper against his lips, grinding up into him. He groans.

He unzips your hoodie, revealing a white lace bra. He chuckles.

"Pretty baby." He says, pulling your bra strap down your shoulder. He kisses the top of your breasts, then your nipple, causing you to moan very quietly.

He leaves kisses all the way down your stomach before pulling down your jeans along with your panties. He moans when he sees the wet mess he made you. He spreads the slick with his fingers, causing you to whimper.

"Please, Johnny." You say, looking down at him. He kisses your throbbing clit gently, before flattening his tongue against your pussy.

"Johnny!" You moan, your hands flying to his hair, bucking your hips into his face. Johnny moans against your clit, and you shudder.

"I'm so close Johnny." You moan, as he flicks his tongue into your hole. You bite your lip to keep yourself from screaming. Johnny notices.

"Let me hear your pretty noises." He says, resuming his assault on your pussy.

"I'm cumming." You moan. He nods, licking faster. You release all over his tongue. He sits beside you, kissing you gently.

"Ride me." He says. You straddle him, pulling his jeans off with his boxers. He pulls his white t-shirt over his head as you're doing so. He kisses your neck, sucking a hickey into the skin. You grab his dick, pumping it up and down before lifting yourself up and sinking onto it.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Johnny moans, squeezing your waist, his eyes rolling back. He bottoms out, and you sit there, letting him and yourself adjust.

You begin to bounce up and down on Johnny's cock. He whimpers, burying his face in your tits. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. You knew that the gang could hear both Johnny and you, but you didn't care at the moment.

Your legs begin to shake, from pleasure and tiredness, so you start going in circles, and rocking back and forth. Johnny whimpers.

"Just like that. Feels so good." Johnny praises you. You clench around him.

"Y/N! I'm cumming." He moans, shooting his load into you, coating your walls.

"Thank you, Johnny." You say into his neck. A sharp knock appears at the door.

You jump, rolling off of Johnny and hiding under the covers.

"Come in." Johnny says, his voice shaking. Dally and Two-Bit enter the room. His eyes shoot to the lump - me- and back to Johnny, who is naked.

"Way to go, Johnny!" Two-Bit hollers.

[fireflyinks]

ooc ep with mandy hamzah and martin then hamzah introduces u as his gf 👀👀 twitter insta tiktok etc is going crazyyyy abt it too

girlfriend reveal (hamzah edition)

hamzah x reader

a/n : not sure if i love or hate this but here it is!! sorry i haven’t been as active I SWEAR im trying to get to your requests!! this was such a good idea and lmk if you want me to write a version but with y/n being a content creator as well. much love!

contains : a little fluff, slight cursing (literally just bs), cuteness, hard launching

I rocked back and fourth on my heels, standing directly beside the camera’s view. Anticipation and nervousness swirled in my stomach.

It probably wasn’t as big of a deal as I was making it, I knew that, but my nerves were still going buck-wild.

After three months of dating, Hamzah was introducing me as his girlfriend on the podcast today. We both wanted to wait until it was the right time, and we had finally decided that it was now or never.

YouTube was a ginormous part of Hamzah’s life, so the thought of his fans not approving of me was a big fear of mine. He’d assured me that they would love me, but I knew that he couldn’t be sure of that fact.

After about three minutes of rambling on about something pointless, Hamzah finally cleared him throat.

“We also have a special guest this episode. Please welcome, my beautiful girlfriend, y/n.”

I walked into frame, sitting beside Hamzah on the already crowded couch. Mandy and Martin clapped at my entrance, and I giggled nervously. This was a weird feeling for me, since I normally wasn’t this shy.

Hamzah handed me a mic he had bought specially for this episode, since normally they only had three people on at a time and didn’t own a fourth mic. He also put an arm around me, which helped calm my nerves a small bit. Hamzah’s touch could almost always make me feel better. I guess it was a good thing then that I was basically sitting on his lap due to limited space on the yellow couch.

“Hello,” I spoke into the microphone, smiling sheepishly.

“Introduce yourself.” Hamzah encouraged. He was taken aback by my shy demeanor as well.

“I’m y/n, Hamzah’s girlfriend…” I racked my brain for other facts about myself, but nothing came to mind.

Mandy chimed in, “We finally managed to get Hamzah a girlfriend guys, this is a rare sighting.”

I laughed along with Mandy and Martin, and Hamzah just rolled his eyes.

“You did not manage anything, I got her myself.”

“Bullshit, I’m the one who introduced you two.”

It was true, Mandy and I had worked together for about a year now and she was constantly telling me about how I needed to meet Hamzah, how well we would get along. Finally, she planned a night for us all to hang out, and we just kind of clicked.

“Yeah, Mandy is actually a really good match maker.” I nodded.

Mandy shrugged, “You are both socially awkward so I thought you’d be perfect for one another. And I was right, of course.”

Some time went on, and my nerves slowly started to dissolve. After about an hour, we finished filming, and Hamzah drove me home.

“So…” he began, looking out at the road as he drove, “how’d you feel about that?”

I shrugged, “I was really nervous at first but I think it turned out okay.”

Hamzah placed his hand on my thigh, “I promise, you have nothing to worry about. Everyone will love you.”

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Hamzah posted the video the next day, and I couldn’t get myself to read the comments or open any social media until I got home from work, five hours later.

I sighed, sitting down on my couch and fumbling with my phone, opening YouTube and pressing on the new episode, entitled “Girlfriend Reveal (Hamzah Edition)”, which happened to the first video on my feed. The intro music began to play.

There were already 500 comments.

awww they’re literally perfect for eachother ❤️

where is the Hamzah to my Y/n

the way hamzah looks at her…

I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I read the kind comments.

I commented a quick heart on the video before moving on to TikTok. My feed was already mostly slushy noobz clips, so I wasn’t surprised when I was the first thing I saw after opening the app.

It was the clip of Hamzah introducing me as I tried to fit next to them on the small couch, with “Margeret” by Lana Del Rey playing in the background softly. The comments were just as positive as the ones on YouTube.

OMG?

wait she’s like genuinely so pretty

they’re so socially awkward together, it’s perfect

Last but not least was Twitter, which scared me the most. I knew that if anyone would have a problem with me, they would most likely express it on Twitter.

I opened the app, and went to search, to be met with “Hamzah’s New Girlfriend” trending. This was either a very good thing or an extremely bad thing.

I clicked on it, and began reading some of the tweets under the hashtag.

hamzah’s new girlfriend is literally so gorgeous, im actually obsessed with the two of them together

hamzah’s new girlfriend genuinely seems so sweet, my heartttt 🥹🥹🥹

“thank you mandy”, we say in unison, hamzah and his new gf are literally PERFECT

Suddenly, there was a quick knock at the door. I got up to answer, wondering who it was. Hamzah was filming a video with Martin and Mandy had told me earlier that she was getting her nails done after our shift.

I opened the door, being met with a bouquet full of colorful assorted flowers. My heart felt as if it could burst. I picked them up, grabbing the paper tag on them to read it.

I knew they would love you - Hamzah

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