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A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.
My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.
My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.
This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.
Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.
I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.
So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.
#fanfiction#fanfic#ao3 writer#ao3 fanfic#writing is hard#fanfic writing#writer stuff#archive of our own#ao3#this isnât about me#my stuff still has great interaction from readers#although I would never say no to more#but please please please don't hide your enjoyment from us#they feed the gremlins in our heads which give us the stories
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My Fan Cast For Wednesday (My Season 3 Fanfic)
Jenna Ortega (Wednesday Addams)
Percy Hynes White (Xavier Thorpe)
Natalia Dyer (Vanessa Thorpe)
Emma Myers (Enid Sinclair)
Georgie Farmer (Ajax Petropolous)
Joy Sunday (Bianca Barclay)
Ryan McPartlin (Vincent Thorpe)
Luis Guzman (Gomez Addams)
Catherine Zeta Jones (Morticia Addams)
Moosa Mostafa (Eugene Ottinger)
Hunter Doohan (Tyler Galphin)
Oliver Watson (Kent)
Gwendoline Christie (Principal Weems)
Johnna Dias-Watson (Divina)
Naomi J Ogawa (Yoko)
Evan Williams (Xander Thorpe)
Yvette Nicole Brown (Charlotte Barclay)
Plot Summary: This seasonâs main focus would be about getting to know each of the students family history and background in my fanfiction universe
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Katsuki Bakugo who has a FAT crush on reader. Who he hardly sees around.
You're a healer mainly, so you're in general courses and train with Recovery Girl on the side. He only sees you when you're with Shoto Todoroki, your half sibling. (Endeavour had an affair and failed to get custody after some things were exposed.)
You met at a family dinner, Shoto dragging him and Izuku along. Bakugo took a liking to you, liking how sharp you were. Cutting into any detail while everyone waiting for your next word. Bakugo tried to respect Shoto, not wanting to cross any boundaries. But god, did he want you. You were everything he wanted in a person and more-
So after graduation he spent more time injured than not. Making you joke about him doing it on purpose. Eventually you realized that actually was the case. So with a little pushing, he finally caved and forgot about his friendship for Shoto entirely. Focusing on the way you felt against him instead.
Lmk if this is interesting! I'll write a story for it or something!
#brothers best friend#one of my many ideas for a story#bhna x reader#mha x reader#boku no hero acedamia#mha fanfiction#my hero academia x reader#Katsuki Bakugo headcannons#my hero academia fanart#my hero acedamia#my hero academia fanfiction#boku no academia#my hero academia#mha#x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#bnha bakugo katsuki#katsuki bakugo mha#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugo#katsuki bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#mha smut#fluff#simpee yaps
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i vote that next year instead of reading Dracula we do a Jeeves & Wooster Book Club. those two never got the rabid tumblr shipping fandom they deserved (disqualified for the sheer technicality of being published a century too soon). we must correct this injustice
#jeeves and wooster#i want to watch tumblr go rabid i want to watch ao3 overflow with jeeves/wooster fanfiction#yes obviously the fandom EXISTS but it's a cozy little neighborhood#a handful of talented artists and writers doing their best to keep their charming little village going#but i'm tired of cozy i want this fandom TRENDING#I WANT TO SEE THIS ON MY DASHBOARD PEOPLE#i swear to you if they made a shiny new tv series tumblr would absolutely obsess over these characters. good omens levels of obsession#it's just such a great dynamic! the good-natured overly-trusting bumbling idiot in constant need of rescuing!#the stoic all-knowing genius who quietly masterminds mayhem in order to protect this one moron he's devoted himself to for some reason#jeeves as a morosexual is just such a beautiful interpretation of the original text#wooster as a happy-go-lucky himbo who stumbles his way into a relationship with a protective caring and supremely competent mastermind#the angst and social complexities of a same-sex cross-class relationship in turn-of-the century london!#oh AND half the stories are about jeeves helping wooster get out of engagements/desperately avoid marriage#two men who live together constantly scheming to maintain their bachelorhood. this is quite literally the main plot point#the gay subtext is there! the gay subtext is there and very ripe for picking!!!#this thing is LOCKED AND LOADED we can pounce literally any time
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One More Night
Summary: You and Bucky Barnes are fuck buddies for a while. The problem is you have feelings for him but you don't think he reciprocates and it just makes it impossible to continue your relationship. Little did you know how much he wants you and how hard he's trying to keep it casual.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: +18, friends with benefits, idiots in love, unspoken feelings, miscommunication/misunderstandings, angst with happy ending, unprotected sex, pet names, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 3.4K
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
It is one of those days when you feel absolutely worthless. It wasnât something you felt often before but nowâŚ. It is starting to feel like your new normal. You know itâs your fault, and it just makes you feel even worse. You let this happen when you let Bucky Barnes walk into your life without any consequences. Now he just has a free pass to destroy you anytime he wants.Â
It was supposed to be just fun. Something casual because you know he has no intention of settling down. Especially not with you. Not that he said any of those words but he doesnât need to. You just know it.Â
Heâs one of the popular guys in your college. Itâs not surprising considering how handsome and charming he is. Heâs also talented and hard-working. He takes school seriously unlike a lot of people around you. So when it comes to his free time, he just wants to have some fun, no strings attached and you were fine with this arrangement. You wanted to be close to him and this is the price: Your heart breaks every time.Â
You donât blame him but you definitely blame yourself because you put yourself in this position. If you werenât so pathetic, you could simply say no and this regularly hooking-up arrangement of yours would have ended. Yet you never said no and he never stopped coming back to you. Probably because itâs convenient, you canât come up with any other reason. Like who says no to an easy fuck, right? That is what you are. An easy fuck. Still, itâs breaking your heart every time he leaves your bed. You say to yourself âThis is gonna be the last timeâ but when the next text or call comes, you fold once again.Â
Thatâs how you ended up here. Your face is buried in the pillow while Bucky is pounding you from behind. It feels good. Actually, it feels pretty amazing. It always does but this time your emotions are overshadowing the physical pleasure. Tears are streaming down your face and you are grateful that he canât see it thanks to this position. Then a sob escapes your mouth and you feel betrayed by your own body.
âDoes it feel that good, doll?â He sounds smug but you canât answer him. Not while trying to hold the rest of your sobs back. That seems to worry him. He suddenly stops and when he takes a closer look sees that your eyes are filled with tears.
âHey, hey, hey! Are you alright?â He sounds genuinely worried. You try to say something but instead, more sobs come out. âWhat happened? Did I hurt you?â
He didnât physically hurt you, yet you are hurt. You donât know how to explain this to him. You feel embarrassed and angry at the same time. You pride yourself on how good you are at hiding your emotions. You donât want anyone to see you cry. You donât want anyoneâs pity. Yet here you are. Eyes filled with tears, sobs escaping your lips and your heart is shattered.
âPlease talk to me!â His desperate tone snaps you out of your thoughts. You try to turn on your back and quickly dry your tears.Â
âItâs fine. Sorry for killing the mood. I justâŚâ You hesitate for a second but no, you wonât back down this time. âI just canât do this anymore.â
âThatâs fine.â That wasnât the response you were expecting. âYou know itâs okay right?â His worry is so apparent in his voice. âYou can always tell me to stop.â What is he talking about? âIf you donât like something or you donât feel like it anymore⌠Just tell me next time and I will just stop.â
âThereâs no next time Bucky.â The words come out of your mouth before you can process them. You didnât intend to be so harsh but it came out so definite.
âWhat?â
âIâm telling you that I canât do thisâŚâ You wave your hand between you two. â...anymore. Iâm done. We are done.âÂ
âWhatâŚâ He sounds shocked and hurt at the same time. You try to avoid looking at his eyes while he struggles to find the right words. âWhat are you talking about? Did I do something?â
âYou didnât do anything. Itâs all my fault.â You have no intention to blame him. You know itâs on you. He never promised you anything.
âI donât understand.â He sounds so lost. âJust help me understand what happened, okay? I thought everything was okay.â
âThey were, for you. It was never okay for me.âÂ
You watch how his expression changes into something that breaks your heart even more. You never thought he would care this much but⌠apparently, he does. Maybe heâs not used to being rejected. Especially in the middle of sex.
âI⌠I donât know what to say.â He looks at your face and then around. âI thought this is what you wanted.â
âWhat I wanted?â You repeat his words without missing a beat. âI never wanted this. This is what you wanted and thatâs why we kept doing it. I was justâŚâ You hesitate for a second because you hate to admit it. âweak.â
âWeak? You are never weak.â
âOh, I am weak. This is why I kept saying âone more nightâ to myself whenever you called or texted me. Iâm weak as fuck and it makes me angry, okay? I shouldnât be like this.â
âDoll, what are you talking about?â
His confusion confuses you as well. Canât he see how much heâs hurting you? Is he really that blind or maybe he just doesnât care.
âThis arrangement might be working for you but itâs not working for me, okay?â
âBut⌠this is what you wanted.â
âI never wanted this.â
âYou said we canât get emotions involved!â He sounds somewhat angry this time.
âBecause you didnât want emotions involved!â Your answer comes instantly.
âWhen did I ever say that?â
His question makes you stop for a second. He never said that but did he really have to? You know how popular he is. Everybody loves him. He has the prettiest face you have ever seen. You desperately wanted to be with him. You didnât care how.
âJust look at you.â
âWhat does that even mean?â Is he doing this on purpose? He surely knows everybody wants him. Why does he have to hear it from you?
âIt means you didnât have to say it.â
âHow does⌠I really donât understand you.â His confusion is written all over his face. The way he hesitates makes you realize you have to say it out loud to make him understand.
âYou are handsome. You are talented. Everybody loves you.â He keeps looking at you with confusion. He really doesnât get it, does he? âYou can have anybody you want!â
âApparently not.â Why does he sound broken?
âOh, come on!â Your reaction is instant. âYou know you can. Donât act humble. Iâm just easier.â
âEasier?â You donât miss the disbelief in his voice. âEasier?â This time it comes out more angry. âYou were never easy!â
âYou know what I mean. An easy fu-â
âDonât you fucking dare!â The tone of his voice startles you. You never heard him talk like this. âI never wanted just an easy fuck. Especially not with you but that was all I could get!â Your head flinches back slightly. What is he talking about?Â
âBuckyâŚâ He doesnât let you continue.Â
âI donât know what has gotten into you because this⌠what you called it? Arrangement, yes, was never my idea! You were the one who didnât want to involve emotions. You were the one who said anything more than this would affect our friendship. I never said that!â
âI was trying to protect myself!â
âYou never showed any interest to me!â
You blink a couple of times, trying to process that information. What did he think you were doing with him?
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âYou never showed any interest in staying over. You never wanted to do anything outside the bedroom or wherever the fuck we were fucking. Whenever I tried to take you on a date, you came up with a lazy excuse.â
âUh⌠what?â
âI tried so many times, sweetheart. You never let me in. You were only interested in sex and now you are blaming me for it. No. Be honest. If you wanna end this thing, itâs fine. You donât need any lies. I get it. I knew it would happen eventually.â Heâs speaking so fast, you canât even find any opportunity to interrupt him until he stops.
âYou tried to take me on dates?â He squishes his eyebrows together like he canât believe you are focusing on that part.
âMany times. I suggested study dates, tried to take you on that concert, then that one comedy club thingâŚâ
âI thoughtâŚâ You donât know how to finish that sentence.
âYou thought what? You knew what I was trying to do and you werenât interested, so I finally gave up.â
âNo, no, no.â You jump from your awkward position on the bed. âI never realized.â
âWhat did you think I was doing?â
âI thought⌠they were activities with other⌠people. Not dates.â
âWhy would I take other people to a concert with us?â Oh, he really doesnât get it.
âI thought⌠you had plans with your friends and⌠you were⌠inviting me as well. Just to show⌠we are nothing more than friends.â
âOh, dear god.â He covers his face with both of his hands. âSeriously? Why would you even think that?â
You mimic him and cover your face with embarrassment. You donât want to say it. Especially not to him.
âI⌠just never thoughtâŚâ You donât know how to say it without making him realize how low you think of yourself. âYou were interested in anything more than sex.â
âIâm handsome. Iâm popular. Everybody loves me. Is that why?â He repeats your words with that god-awful mocking tone and it hurts to hear. What you donât realize is that heâs making fun of himself.
âYeah.â Your response comes out so weakly but he hears it.
He starts to laugh all of a sudden and all you can do is give him a confused look.Â
âGod you are so blind.â
âHey!â You instantly respond.
âHave you ever looked in the mirror?â You make a face but it just spurs him. âYou are gorgeous and smart. I always thought you were way out of my league.â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me. You are out of my league.â
âCome on⌠Thatâs-â He interrupts you again.
âPlease.â The way he says it makes you stop talking. âI have been struggling to come to terms with you not liking me. I just told myself, you have done everything you can. You tried so many times. Itâs a miracle she still wants to fuck you. I convinced myself this was all I could get so I tried to make peace with it. Now you are telling me you donât want to keep doing this. What did you think I was gonna think?â
He just baffles you with every word coming out of his mouth. You look at him, not knowing what to say or what to think, even.
âAnd you thought you were just an easy fuck? Jesus, doll. Do you have any idea how many times I prepared myself for rejection? Every time I called you, I thought you werenât gonna pick up. Every time I texted you, I prepared myself to hear ânoâ, and every time it did not come, I was the happiest man on earth because I had one more night with you!â
You donât know when it started but you start to feel tears filling your eyes.
âPlease donât cry anymore.â He moves his hand on your face and catches a tear before it drops on your cheeks.
âIâŚâ Itâs so hard to speak normally. âI never thoughtâŚâ
âWhat?â This time it comes out softer. You know he wants to hear it because he needs that assurance as much as you do.
âYou would actually like me.â
âLike you? Oh, doll⌠I donât like you. The word like doesnât even cover it.â The smile he gives you ignites something inside you. Something you tried to push down for a long time. Suddenly you push him back a little bit and his mouth falls open but he doesnât get the chance to say anything. You just sit on his lap, taking him back inside you and it slips right back in so easily. It makes you want to moan out loud but instead, you wrap your legs around his torso and trap him there.
âOh fuckâŚâ His moan is like music to your ears. Itâs so raw and unfiltered.
You donât say anything. Your hand wraps around his neck before you start to move. His hand quickly finds your breasts, squeezing them a lot harder than he ever did before.Â
âYou are so fucking gorgeous.â He says right next to your ear. You feel his breath on your neck and his lips attach to your neck as if he knows what you want. He starts gently. First, he sucks the skin and makes you whimper. Then his teeth graze the sore skin. When he finally bites the same spot, you realize he was just giving you some time to protest but it never came. His bite pulls a groan out of you and the way it hurts falters your rhythm.
âSorry, I couldnât resist.â He licks the same spot, trying to soothe the pain. âThereâs a part of meâŚâ He tries to find the right word. â...that wants to mark you. Show the world that youâre mine.â Fuck, is he serious? He stops for another second to ask âAre you mine, doll?â He sounds so nervous yet possessive.
âI am.â You move a little back and look into his eyes while saying that. âI have been for a long time.â
He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and pulls you in for a long, passionate kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, making you burn with passion.
âIâm yours, too. I think I always have been.âÂ
Itâs your turn to show how much those words mean to you. You start to move again on his lap. This time itâs faster than before and it just makes both of you moan loudly. He wraps his arms around your body while he supports your movement by grabbing your ass and moving you a bit faster than before.
âShit!â It feels good but it also restricts your range of movement and he realizes it quickly.
âSorry. I just want to feel you all over me.â
You want to say itâs alright but heâs a lot faster than you. Suddenly you find yourself on your back. Buckyâs still between your legs. He never left inside you while changing the position.Â
âWrap your legs around me, baby.âÂ
God, the way he says it sounds like a soft order. You can practically feel the desire running through your veins. Your legs are automatically wrapped around his ass while he starts to move but he doesnât put any distance between you. His whole body is pressed against yours while heâs kissing and licking all over your neck.
Sex with Bucky never felt like this. It was always good. You donât remember any occasion you didnât enjoy it or reach orgasm. Yet this feels like real intimacy. The way heâs making you feel is indescribable. You can feel everything he said before while he moves inside you. How much he wants you, how much he adores you⌠The way he clings to you fills you with love. All of it enhances the physical pleasure. Loud moans escape your lips.
âSo⌠All this timeâŚâ Bucky starts to talk. âYou thought I was here because this is easy.â
Ah, fuck. He isnât gonna let that go, is he? You shouldâve known that. You roll your eyes in response but he doesnât see it. His head is still buried in the crook of your neck.
âAll this time⌠I was where I wanted to be.â Your annoyance quickly fades away as he keeps talking. âUnderneath your body.â
âYou werenât always underneath me.â You answer him with a playful tone.
âAs long as Iâm inside you, the position doesnât matter.â
âSoâŚâ You try to ask as quickly as possible before your sudden courage disappears. âYou havenât been sleeping around with anyone else.â
He raises his head just to look into your eyes.Â
âAll this time, you thought I was fucking other people?â
âI meanâŚâ You were just friends with benefits. What else you were supposed to assume?
âWere you?â
âWas I what?â
âFucking other people?â His question is a lot more blunt than yours.
âI asked first!â You sound so defensive all of a sudden.
âI canât live without touching you, smelling you, feeling you⌠I have been craving you non-stop, only stopping myself from calling you every day, just so I wouldnât scare you away and you are asking me if I have been fucking other people. Jesus Christ, doll. How blind are you?â
You are questioning the same thing yourself, to be honest. How blind were you? While trying to surpass your feelings, you were overlooking his, as well. Itâs just unbelievable.
âDoll?â You didnât realize you were lost in thoughts. âItâs fine if you have been.â It doesnât sound fine at all. It sounds like heâs trying to rationalize it so it would hurt less. âIâm not saying I wonât be jealous but itâs not like we were actually together.â
You start to laugh and he gives you a strange look.
âYou are such an idiot and you call me blind.â
âWhat?â
âI only ever wanted you, you moron.âÂ
His smile is so big and bright, itâs worth everything you two went through. His happiness is practically radiating. Suddenly, his lips are on yours, kissing you like a madman.
âYouâre only mine.â He starts to move inside you again and you can feel how close you are to coming.
âOnly yours.â Your words make him groan loudly.Â
âFuck that mouth of yours. Youâre gonna make me come before you.â
âYou can do that later.â You tease him while moving your hips to meet him.
âIs that a promise?â
âIt can be. Only if you fuck me just a little harder so I can finally come!â
That makes him move away from you. He stands up and without losing any time, pulls you on the edge of the bed. You know whatâs coming and it makes you smile like a fool. He positions himself between your legs while pushing your knees on your chest. In a couple of seconds, heâs back inside you but the position feels so much better this time. A loud moan leaves your lips every time he hits that sweet spot inside you.
âHarder, huh?â
âYeah. Just like that.â Itâs so hard to not roll your eyes with the pleasure heâs giving you. Itâs familiar yet it feels so different this time.
âMy girl wants it rough. Why didnât you just say so?â He sounds cocky thereâs also a hint of eagerness in his voice. You can tell heâs close.
âDo I have to tell you everything?âÂ
âFrom now on, yes. You have to tell me everything.â That authoritative tone pushes you over the edge. âEvery fucking thing you feel, okay? Every fucking thing you want. I wanna know everything!â
âYes!â You practically scream. You donât know if you are answering him or just screaming because of the way he makes you feel. Your legs are shaking violently while your whole body tightens up. âFuck yes. Please, please, please, donât stop!â Your eyes are closed while you are riding your high.
That makes him groan so loudly. Even though you canât directly look at his face anymore, you just know heâs about to come. He starts to pound on you so forcefully, it just unlocks another level of orgasm for you. Both of your moans fill the room and he keeps going until he empties himself inside you. After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out of you and lays right next to you.
âFuck, that wasâŚâ The struggles to find the right word.
âOn another level?â You offer to end the sentence for him. Thatâs exactly how you feel.
âYeah.â He doesnât miss a beat. âWe shouldâve talked to each other before.â
âWe were busy doing other stuff.â You smile and he smiles back, knowing exactly what you mean.
âI guess we did everything other than talking things through, huh?â
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes au#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes imagine#bucky barnes one shot#sebastian stan#marvel fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky x reader#bucky x you#my stories#college bucky barnes#college bucky barnes x reader
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More of Stanley's sketchbook because he makes me sick /pos
(Just imagine he was looking in a mirror at the subway to draw this anshfhwj. The london bus ticket is unrelated, it's just a random knick knack he had lying around<3)
People weren't the only ones Stan met on the streets.
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+ this is an absolute fucking batshit WILD oneshot I initially wrote for these drawings that got WAY out of hand, if you feel like reading that.
The oneshot below is a stand-alone now, and in no way is related to the drawings above, but I just wanted to show you guys because Jesus Christ
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Winter of 1981, at a subway station Stan doesn't remember the name of-
The sorry excuse of a transport system that this hellhole of a city called a functioning subway was hardly anyone's first choice of a warm place to stay the night. And yet, here Stanley was; standing like an idiot in the middle of a small bustling stairwell that led down to the full screeching chaos of a train stop on a Tuesday evening. A rowdy crowd of exhausted office workers streamed out like a tidal wave from the entrance of the station, the bustle of their footsteps all too eager to go home and relax after a long day of work.
The faint, stuffy stench of old piss and sweat followed the crowd to the surface from the deep depths of a less than sanitary and overcrowded train station. The pungent smell intermingled with the crisp stinging winter air in a cocktail of shitty city gloom often associated with this time of the year; when the holidays were too far away and the sun seemed to come and go with practically the same 9 to 5 schedule as the workers had, leaving them going to work in the pitch dark and coming back out in the inky black as well.
He might have looked like he belonged there, depending on how one would want to look at it. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of prim, pressed suits and neart uniforms. His ratty old jacket and generally unwashed appearance certainly didnât help his case, but he also knew that stations like these also tended to shelter quite a number of homeless wanderers like him, especially during the winter. So, it wasn't exactly uncommon to see other sore thumbs seeking reprieve from the biting cold and the dangerous likelihood of frostbite from within the enclosed walls of the subway station.
Heck, if most of these underground kingdoms didn't also happen to be a breeding ground for several illicit activities, he might even have followed their lead. But, believe it or not, Stanley's already had enough experience with illegal activities to last him a last time, and he isn't looking for a new fill. He was satisfied with what meager shelter his trusty car offered him, as little a difference it might make in terms of safety.
Stanley's obstruction of the already narrow stairs with his loitering went unappreciated, as shoulders roughly shoved past him and swinging briefcases repeatedly bumped into his sides, usually coupled with a nasty glare and a snide comment or two. He paid them no mind, however. He wasn't here to start a fight with some random bum with a dead end job, as much as he thought it would probably do them both some good to duke their stresses out on one another.
The hours ticked by with wave after wave of new crowds being dropped off by a train and left to pour out of the station into the streets. By the time the streetlights turned on and the pale pink in the sky slowly faded to make way for the stark glittery black of the night sky, the tide of people had slowed to a trickle and rush hour was long since over. He was now the stairsâ sole occupier, with a few occasional stragglers stumbling up the steps and hurrying past him without a second glance.
Stanley did not move from his spot, however. He stood resolutely in the middle of the stairway, fervently rubbing his arms and stamping his feet in a futile attempt to try and regain feeling in his extremities as he waited. Rocking on his heels, he titled his head backwards to let his eyes roam the constellations that carpeted the endless expanse of the sky stretched out above his head, almost losing himself in the scintillating canvas of stars.
It reminded him of old times; of the sparkling beach sand twinkling in the dim moonlight, and the soft sound of lilting waves hovering in the background as he lay back on the cold wooden deck of his ship and watched the stars dance.
He still remembered every name his brother had once recited to him time and time again as he pointed out each star and galaxy from the night sky.
Then, like clockwork, he was broken out of his reveries by a telltale meow coming from below. The sound was a familiar blanket that immediately melted away the tension that had begun to build in his chest as he practically sagged with relief.
His body moved almost automatically as he leaned down to detach the frail tabby cat that was attempting to literally fuse with his legs, purring up a storm and rubbing her head against his pants as though her life depended on it. The cat gave a soft chirrup of dissatisfaction at being manhandled, which Stanley absentmindedly replied with a chiding click of his tongue as he lifted her up his chest and gently tucked her into his jacket in a practiced motion.
She thankfully remained blissfully limp in his grasp as he shifted around some more so that she was nestled comfortably inside the dark pocket of warmth inside his ratty jacket. The tiny warm lump that rumbled contently against his front radiated with heat, and his fingers finally began to feel like actual fingers rather than useless stiff frigid lumps of meat and bone attached to his palms.
A pointed cough startled him from his clumsy wriggling to get the cat to settle down. An oddly familiar security guard stood at the entrance of the station at the bottom of the stairs, leveling Stanley an unimpressed look with the metal gate in his grip already halfway closed, ready to seal the subway for the night. He must have been a comical sight; caught awkwardly bent over while trying to get his newly acquired cat to stop kneading biscuits on his stomach, with said cat peeking out from the gap between his collars.
Stanley faintly recognized the guard. He was a much older man, with a shock of thinning white hair neatly tucked underneath a dark blue cap and a strange depth in his eyes that reminded Stanley of the sea; with countless unspoken truths lurking far beneath the surface, but no less grand and knowing of all that the universe had to offer, as though he had already lived a thousand lives before this one.
He had seen the man around before, at another station, doing the opposite of his job by ushering stray buskers and homeless stragglers from the streets and into the (relatively) safe walls of the subway, instead of doing what any other law-abiding security guard would do and kick them out into the elements. He wasn't sure what the older man was doing here, of all places, since all the previous stations he'd seen the man at had been several states over, practically on the other side of the country.
A brief spark of panic shot through his spine at the thought that this man could be following him, but he quickly discarded the ridiculous notion as soon as it entered his mind. He had never even seen him before, and hardly ever even interacted with him; there was no reason for there to be any sort of bad blood between them. Unless he happened to be related to one of Stanley's many, many enemies, then perhaps his fear was a little warranted.
However, the old guard made no move to attack or do anything other than stare judgmentally, almost expectantly. For the first time in a long time, Stanley felt like a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. He tried his best to keep his uncomfortable squirming to a minimum under the unrelenting gaze, stubbornly returning the man's gaze with his own wary glare. His catâs muffled whining came from inside his jacket. The traitor, she was leaving him to deal with the old man on his own.
With an exasperated jerk of his head, the security guard gestured towards the inside of the station. For a moment, Stanley stared dumbly, uncomprehending of what the old man could possibly want from him. Rolling his eyes, this time the man gestured more insistently at the small gap that still remained between the metal gate and the entrance, his arm sweeping the air in a low arc as he dramatically urged Stanley inside. Suddenly, it clicked, and Stanley shook his head.
âI have a car,â he said plainly, his voice echoing loudly in the desolate silence of the winter night that surrounded the unlikely pair.
He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, it wasn't as though he was lying. He did have a car, his trusty Stanley-mobile was parked safely away in the corner of an unassuming alley that wasn't often frequented by anyone. There was no way he was reaching it tonight, though; it was practically on the other side of the city, much too far away for him to arrive at a reasonable time. His nightly excursions to meet his small friend unfortunately left him with no other choice than to leave his car behind, the hunk of metal far too unwieldy and noticeable to drive around openly on the streets. He never knew who could be watching, after all.
He had simply been hoping to find himself a dark corner to tuck himself into with his cat, just for the night, but it seemed as though the universe had other plans. Or rather, this strange old man had other plans.
Although, if Stanley thought about it, the subway wasn't such a bad suggestion. This was one of the safer stations in the city; and with the rich neighborhoods being so close by, no rogue criminal or dealers dared to come near this area unless they wanted to be slapped with a hefty fine or face a higher potential to be arrested. And of course, there was the obvious shelter from the unrelenting cold that now seemed to permeate his bones, even with the purring warmth that was nestled inside his jacket.
So, that was how he found himself hunkering down for the night inside a shabby old subway station, with a satisfied cat still rumbling away against his chest and a strange old security guard locking down the gates behind him. The man said nothing as he hooked his keys back onto his belt and gave a firm pat on Stanley's shoulders as he walked past him, pausing to scratch his cat behind her ears before moving away. His footsteps bounced off of the grimy tiled walls with an odd reverb as he turned a corner.
âYou'll be safe in here,â the man said, voice sage and gravelly. The words had a weight to them, and seemed to hang in the air with such a presence it was as though the old man had never even left his side.
The subway was empty, quiet. It was such a stark contrast to the loud rowdiness of the rush hour crowd these halls once held. Stanley hadn't yet registered the utter silence of the station as he aimlessly made his way down the winding, deserted halls of the ancient station. He mindlessly walked past the aged and peeling advertising posters plastered on the walls, his nose becoming accustomed to the stinging stench of the subway. The quiet seemed to swallow the sound of his steps as he explored the branching paths and endless tunnels. They were almost kaleidoscopic, dizzying, nonsensical. There were doors where there shouldn't be, and deadends where it didn't make sense.
The silence only began to truly settle in his bones the more he walked. He suddenly wished that he would head the telltale footsteps of the old security guard again, just to hear another sign of life in this underground hellscape other than himself. The ghostly memories of screeching trains and bustling crowds haunted the halls; now, only nothingness reigned supreme. He glanced down at his small feline companion, who slumbered away against his chest, blissfully unaware of his jackrabbiting heartbeat threatening to burst out of his ribs. The silence seemed to permeate every inch of space and crush the air out of his lungs. He couldn't breathe.
Stanleyâs steps grew faster, more frantic as the walls and ceilings seemed to close in on him. They grew smaller, tighter; squeezing, trapping. He hardly even registered his cat's complaints as she was jostled around in his grasp, breaking into a full out run. His breathing sounded loud, too loud, and the world was collapsing around him.
When he finally broke out into a large, open platform, he could finally breathe again. He had arrived at the tracks, the empty tunnel where the trains would pass an empty, gaping maw in the wall that seemed to swallow all light around it and beckon him closer. He felt his cat wriggle out from within his jacket and hop out with a displeasured yowl, scampering away and disappearing behind a corner much like the old man had. True silence pierced his ears and thrummed like a deafening pressure in his temples. He was alone.
Stanley was stuck in that subway station for years.
#i only have the Paris and Korean subways as frame reference so i have no idea what american subways look like#just imagine the paris subway system- i heavily used it as a reference to draw and write these since it's#the only subway that I know AND looks 1980-ish enough to pass#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#gravity falls fanfiction#gravity falls au#<-ig???#there are mirrors in subways right- I've seen a lot of curved wall length mirrors at subway stations#stanley pines#stan pines#grunkle stan#stanley's sketchbook#tw liminal space#tw horror#<- I mean eh- my horror writing skills is sub par at best#cats#tw scopophobia#tw staring#on the other hand- stanley being friends with street cats!! so cute <33#you can visibly SEE in the fic where I completely lost my grip on the story from 'sweet story about cats' to 'oh my god what the fuck'#my art
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I'll crawl home to her
Aemond Targaryen x Reader
Summary:Â Tales of Aemond's love for you.
A/N:Â In Ewan's words; the only thing that can beat Aemond is love. If you like this story, you'll like my ongoing series too. ;)
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Aemond loves you behind closed doors.
He loves you with the way his pinky hooks around yours under the tables, during supper and council meetings.
He loves you with subtle looks and barely there smiles across rooms filled with people where he can only see you.
He loves you when he comes back tasting of heartache and guilt, with raindrops or tears staining his cold skin and clothes clinging to his body. When he stumbles into your room whispering sins against your embrace only for you to kiss the words, kiss his cheeks, kiss his scar, kiss the tears away. He clings to your body, your nightgown nearly ripping with his desperation.
But it's alright, because there's only you and him and the soft light of the candles in your room. It's alright because you cradle his head, fingertips burying between wet silver locks. It's alright because you whisper forgiveness into his ears, even if he feels undeserving.
And maybe war is now inevitable, but for a fraction of a moment, Aemond feels entirely at peace.
He loves you when you watch him from afar and notice the stiffness of his shoulders, the tapping of his fingers on the table. And then you'll find an excuse to call his name and get him away from the crowds, asking for some help with something mundane. You lace your fingers together, loose and yet so present. You take a familiar route through a lone hallway, you open the doors to the library hidden away in the confines of the Keep, pull him in, and close it again.
Aemond falls to you, his forehead is leaning against yours, his eye is closed, and he can breathe. You feel like fresh air. He nuzzles his nose to yours before asking for a kiss, it's all timid and bashful, he's not sure how to love yet, all he knows is that he feels it, insistent and warm; all-consuming.
But you hold his cheeks, you guide him, you teach him. Your fingers are in his hair and your soft lips touch the corner of his mouth; all delicate and devoted, Aemond doesn't know what to do with this much love, he might crumble.
His hands are around you, all over, and he's almost afraid to hurt you; even if you promise time and time again that he could never. Aemond sighs against your lips, and it sounds a lot like; "I am yours."
He loves you because there is no need for words with you. When he holds himself back from going to you all dayâbetween planning for a war he's fighting alone and hearing his own mother talk of him as if he were a monsterâthe arrival of the night feels like a reprieve. It's the moment he waits for the most, for he can lay down his armor.
Aemond walks by the garden, picking up a single blue flower. He hides it away as he walks to your chambers, no one needs to knowâeven if everyone already knows anyway. He gives you the blue flower, with pink on his cheeks; he feels like a young boy in loveâperhaps he is.
You kiss him, sweet and soft and tasting like the blueberries you stole from the kitchen earlier. And Aemond could cry, because if he has you, he's not alone.
You're the one who takes off his eyepatch, and then his coat, and his pants, and pulls loose his hairâyou brush your lips over his shoulders when you do it, and he knows no one could love him the way you do. There's nothing sexual about it even if you're the muse of all his desires. He simply lays with you in bed, his head on your chest, and you trace the outlines of his body as you speak about your day. There are goosebumps on his skin, and he loves to hear you speak, about anything and everything, it soothes his troubled soul.
It's quiet, and Aemond falls asleep with the feeling of you braiding his hair. It'll be a little curly in parts when morning comes. He never minds it.
And he loves you with the way he won't be able to speak the three words. But he'll trace and kiss them on your skin every single night. And you understand, because you always say them back.
He loves you because of the way you sometimes hold the tip of his fingers with yours behind your backs.
He loves you with the way he'll threaten death to anyone who looks at you wrong.
He loves you with the way he could burn the whole world and yet not let a single flame touch your skin.
He loves you because you'll kiss his lips even if he tastes of blood and war.
He loves you because you'll hold his pieces together when everyone else is trying to tear him apart.
He loves you because even in the darkest of days, you're always there in the end.
He loves you because even if you exchange nothing but glances when amidst other people, you'll embrace his very soul in private.
He loves you because you wait with bathed breath when he takes Vhagar to the skies, and never think twice about mounting on a horse to gallop towards the woods outside of King's Landing when you spot the dragon's large silhouette bringing him back.
You jump from the white horse, Aemond jumps from Vhagar, and you meet each other in the middle. He holds you close in a needy embrace, as if each minute could be the last. And when you pull back, you don't ask questions or make demands, you simply run your thumbs over his cheekbones and breathe easiness into his skin. The feeling of you is always like coming home.
Amidst a world of war, you're a safe haven.
He loves you because you are the one who taught him what love feels like.
Aemond loves you behind closed doors. Wholly, truly, passionately. And with all of him that no one else is allowed to see.
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Summary: A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends' wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky's hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.
Pairing:Â ex-husband!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings:Â 18+, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, daddy kink, fingering, oral sĂŠx, no condom (but f is on birth control), language, a little alcohol, no mention of y/n
Word Count:Â 7.2K
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A/N:Â I really hope you'll enjoy it!
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What an ass... He has no shame at all. And the worst part? Youâre still somehow surprised by it. As if you havenât known him for years.
You look away, making sure to take a sip from your wine before focusing on the conversation again. Itâs Natâs big day, and youâre so happy for her, but listening to this story for the seventh time is exhausting. Same reactions, too: âWow, heâs so well trained.â or âThe wedding bands didnât fall even once. Enzo is fantastic.â Heâs a trained dog, you donât get why theyâre so fucking impressed.
You give Nat a smile before you excuse yourself to go to the bar. Maybe you should get a cocktail, the wine tastes terrible. On the way, you notice Steve talking to Miss Sunshine in the right corner, and you just nod toward him politely, trying to look unbothered. Itâs his best friendâs girlfriend after all. What did you expect? Plus, maybe itâs just a polite conversation.
âA Sex on the Beach, please,â you murmur to the bartender.
âVodka so early?â
You turn your head with a sigh just to see a guy you recognize from Natâs engagement party. A fresh haircut, a simple suit and wandering eyes.
âIs there a time limit for a cocktail?â you respond, rolling your eyes when you notice he is still fixated on your chest.
He immediately raises his hands in defense as he takes a seat next to you.
God, if you hate one thing about being single besides the lack of sex is this⌠needing to deal with those men. It was perfect when Bucky used to take care of them.
âI didn't mean it like that, sweetheart.â You scrunch your nose instantly. God no!
âHere you go!â The bartender places the glass gently in front of you, and youâve never been more grateful to see her.
âThank you!â You smile before taking a huge sip, hoping it will turn him off and make him get away.
âA vodka tonic for me.â His tone is commanding, and you try not to roll your eyes again as he leans in closer. âWeâre matching.â
âHuh?â You choke.
âVodka lovers.â
Alright, time to get out of here!
You quickly grab your glass and stand up, making sure to fix your dress just in case, but his eyes are already on your breasts again. For fuckâs sake! How is he Steveâs cousin?
And talking about Steve, you almost jump when you hear him saying your name.
âHey.â Youâve never been happier to see him.
You canât say the same thing about his friend, whoâs right next to him, looking the creepy blondie up and down.
âIs everything alright?â Steve asks with obvious concern. âDo you feel okay?â
âHey, man! The food is great and the company even better. Look at her, such an eye candy, am I right?â He chuckles at his own disgusting comment. âI mean, youâre married. Donât answer that, I donât want Romanoff on my back.â And after all of this, he has the audacity to wink at Steve. But before you can throw your cocktail over his shirt and make a scene, Buckyâs already getting in front of you, blocking your view with his huge back.
âIf you want to keep your teeth, get the fuck out of here and never, ever get even within three feet of my wife. Am I fucking clear?â
His tone is so cold, harsh, and arrogant at the same time, but also so possessive. It surprises both: you and Steve, because he immediately looks at you confused before dropping his eyes on your hand.
He must be looking for a ring.
God, you never hated Bucky more than when you see blondie standing up and going straight outside just like that. It makes you even angrier because itâs always a man who has to explain the obvious signs to these assholes so they leave. You say no? You are playing hard to get. You are with a man? Then itâs all off-limits.
You sip your cocktail with frustration, the taste of vodka lingering on your tongue.
Then, you take a step toward Bucky, grabbing his arm and turning him so he can face you. âListen and listen good, Iâm not your wife and I donât need you to play the macho hero! I can handle myself, so back off!â You wanted to leave after saying this, but the way he looks at you makes you change your mind. His eyes softened, showing a trace of your old Bucky, and it only pisses you off more. He labeled you just like that... âI divorced you for a reason, Iâm not your property or responsibility. Stay out of my fucking business or Iâll show you exactly how well I can take care of myself!â
You hand him your half-full glass and storm out, seeing red. Or well, blue.
You anticipated that heâd come after you, of course you did. You know him, as much as you hate to admit. You still know him well. Too well.
And when you hear his sigh behind you, you donât jump.
âYou can handle yourself, but he was all over you. Sorry for being a gentleman.â He apologizes sarcastically. âI guess old habits die hard.â
âToo bad, Barnes! I am not your little wife. I am not your girlfriend. I am not even your friend.â You turn your head to look at him as heâs standing on the other side of the balcony. âAnd I am not that flavor of the month of yours, you have to kill these habits.â
He raises his head. âFlavor of the month?â
âYeah, your plus one. You know, you should take care of her instead of trying to play hero and calling me your wife.â
âKeeping an eye on me? He smirks. âThought you divorced me for a reason.â
Fuck him! He thinks he got you... âI did! You couldnât open your mouth to say what bothers you, remember?â
âWell, I opened my mouth to do something else, far more exciting.â
You gasp, incredulous at his audacity.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â You scream, walking toward him. âSeriously!â
âWhat is wrong with me? You tell me! You divorced me for a reason.â
âDonât you have someone else to bother? Fuck off already, Bucky!â
âYou got angrier with me now than back there with him. Unbelievable!â He shakes his head.
You take a deep breath, trying not to have a crisis. You are not gonna let him get to you. âLook, can you just pretend this didnât happen?â
He instantly looks at you shocked as he leans in. âThis as in,â he waves between you two. âOur marriage? You think I can pretend our marriage never happened?â His voice grew louder, his words punctuated by sharp, angry inflections. âYou think just because we divorced, you get to ask me that? How can you...â
Youâre taken completely aback by his whole attitude, and itâs like youâre back in time at your wedding as he made you sneak out so he can make you come on his tongue after saying all sorts of things.
You donât know why you suddenly remembered that, but you need to snap out of it.
âI meant the whole interaction, you annoying man!â
âHow was I supposed to know?â He looks much more relaxed now, though, and before you can think about it, youâre poking his chest.
âWhy would I tell you to forget about our marriage, Bucky?â You smile. ��You are more than free to think about me as you fuck your little flavor of the month. I am not gonna stop that.â
You see his eyebrows raise instantly as his gaze drops to your finger. âMy little flavor of the month? How many times did you think about me fucking her?â His hand finds your wrist. âDid you wonder if Iâm fucking her from behind as I choke her? Did you imagine me coming all over her tits? Did you-â
You grab his cheeks, just the way he likes it, to stop him.
âYou think I have nothing better to think about? I have my own dicks that occupy my thoughts,â you lie through your teeth, and he knows it. God, he knows it as he chuckles right away.
âWhatâs so funny, Barnes?â You let go, expecting him to do the same, but heâs still holding your other wrist.
âYou have no dick to think about. I know you broke up with your last flavor of the month, honey.â
He knows how much you hate being mocked with the word honey, but you bite the inside of your cheeks. âItâs funny really,â you fake giggle, looking up at him. âYou assume I donât have someone already. Maybe Iâm just enjoying my life after our divorce... new dick every month since I am a free woman. I donât even need something serious. You know how much I love sex.â
His smile immediately drops, his face reddening.
âYou are absolutely infuriating!â Even his tone carries a sense of irritation.
âAww, what happened?â
Itâs his turn to grab your face, making you gasp. You donât remember the last time he touched you, and youâre shivering.
âYouâre playing a very dangerous game, and you know it!â
âI donât play games, Bucky, that is your specialty.â You smile, trying to maintain your composure. âNow let me go and get back to your little girlfriend. You can be mad about how many dicks she thinks about.â
âYou canât do the whole non-attachment shit. I know you well, donât forget that. Youâre my...â He talks so fast youâre surprised he stopped. You know what he was gonna say, of course you know. The audacity!
âI am not your wife, Bucky. You literally have a woman with you here tonight. We divorced, we live in separate places, and we fuck different people.â
âWho are you fucking, huh?â He almost spits the last words. âTell me! Nat said youâre single.â
âYouâve been asking Nat about my personal life?â And she is spilling to him? No way.
âFuck...â he frowns, dropping his hand from your face. âNo.â
âSteve!â You realize. âGod, this is pathetic! Why do you keep tabs on me, huh? Canât you just mind your own business? Is your life goal to piss me off?â
âIâm not the one calling Jessica the flavor of the month.â
âHa!â You laugh in his face. âWell, you have no success in getting a girlfriend. And they all look pretty familiar.â You canât hide the venom in your voice. âThe differences are theyâre just taller and with less in the chest department. Quite interesting, donât you think?â
âSo youâre keeping tabs on me too!â
âYou flatter yourself. Itâs quite obvious, look at Jessica. Does she know you were married to me? Does she beg you to fuck her mouth? Does she...â You take a deep breath. âDoes she call you daddy, James? Does she ride you until you lose control and turn her on her back so you can pound her?â You donât care anymore. Right or wrong, youâre gonna let it all out. âDo you praise her? Tell her how wet she is for you? How your cock is made for her? Do you... do you tell her you love her while sheâs coming? Do you fucking call her your good girl?â
âJesus-â You donât let him continue his sentence, interrupting him.
âDoes she take you like I did? Does she beg for you because she feels empty, James? Does she? Did any of them?â
âStop. It.â
âWhy? You didnât stop!â
He sighs, reaching out to grab your cheeks gently. âNo one does, are you happy? I donât even fucking try. I donât let anyone call me daddy, I donât choke anyone and I definitely donât fuck anyone like I fucked you. Are you happy? Seeing me miserable and pathetic? Are you enjoying it?â
You canât deny the satisfaction and relief you feel when you hear that. Dating post-him was a very bad experience overall, so him not upgrading, indeed, in any way, makes you feel victorious. At least, youâre both suffering.
âYeah, I actually enjoy that.â
âWhat about you?â He snaps. âDo you do all of that?â
âI donât want to be called daddy, James.â
âYou know exactly what I meant! You call those losers daddy? You choke around their cocks? Do you beg for their small dicks to go deeper and finish yourself off after it?â
âLike I begged for your small dick?â You ask annoyed, knowing how dumb this lie is, but what else can you say? No one compares to him and never will.
His response shocks you as he reaches down to the zipper of his worn jeans and pulls it down.
âWhat the fuck are you doing? Are you crazy?â
âWanted to, you know⌠give you more mocking material in case you forgot how small it is.â
You have to think twice about what to say because the first thought was: I have enough videos, thanks. But you canât. You canât expose yourself like that.
âJames, what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to hurt me?â
âWith my small dick?â
You look away for a few seconds, not wanting him to read you. âWhy are you doing this? We divorced, youâre seeing someone, Iâm good by myself... just let it go.â
He smiles at that, and you realize you indirectly told him you are indeed not fucking anyone.
âWhy would I let go of my wife?â
Youâre slapping his chest before you realize what youâre doing. âStop this, Bucky! Just fucking stop.â
Heâs hurting you, how can he not see that?
âYou said you divorced me for a reason. You said...â he pauses. âYou ordered me to leave you alone. Well, what if I donât want to?â
âWhat are you, a fucking stalker?â
âNo!â He almost screams. âI am fucking in love with you, you infuriating woman!â
âW-what?â
He canât be joking about this, can he? He is not cruel. He is not vile. This isnât a game.
âIâm in love with you. I love you. You own me... you fucking control me.â
âHow?â
He laughs hysterically, running his hands through his hair before pulling. âI am fucking obsessed with you: how you are, if youâre doing well, if you miss me, if youâre fucking someone else, if your date went great, if you regret being with me, if someone else makes you smile wider. I dream about you, I am so miserable I couldnât be with anyone. With Mia it lasted a month. I wasnât... I wasnât okay. I am not okay.â
You look at him, waiting for more. âGo on and zip your jeans, weâre in public.â You watch him quickly do what you demand before you continue. âAnd what about Jessica tonight? Or Alexa a month ago? Why are you lying to me?â
âItâs not real. Jessica... I was just trying to make you jealous, okay? I was sneaking looks all night, have you not noticed at all?â
You donât smile, despite your huge instinct to. Instead, you cross your arms, watching him drop his gaze straight to your boobs.
âWhy would I notice, James?â
âWell, how did you notice Jessica looking a little like you, that sheâs with me here?â
Fair point...
âJust...â Youâre suddenly gripped by this crazy urge to just fuck him right here. You even regret telling him to zip back up. You could have just lifted your dress as he lowered his briefs and took out his cock. And just like that, you could have just fucked against the wall or something. You would have let him rip off your panties too. You just need his cock so badly! âShut the fuck up!â You snap, grabbing him by his neck so he can lean in enough for you to be able to kiss him. And oh, you kiss him!
You donât have to fight to dominate the kiss, surprisingly, because he lets you. He lets you bite his lip and almost draw blood, he lets you unzip his pants again and push down his unfit-for-a-wedding jacket, and most importantly, he lets you be his again, as pathetic as that might sound. You feel him emotionally, not just physically.
Without wasting more time, you drop to your knees, making sure only your dress and shoes touch the floor directly. You drag down his pants and briefs at the same time from your position, and he looks at you surprised.
âI thought weâre in public and you were fucking some-â his words die as you bring your tongue to the head of his cock, tasting the precum, but not sucking even a little bit.
âWerenât you saying something?â You tuck your hair strands behind your ears as you mock him. You love being on your knees for Bucky. He has this dominant energy, but he always makes you feel in power even when he fuck your mouth. And you enjoy it, you feed on it. One of the reasons you missed him so much. And he can take mocking. âPlease go on. I am all ears.â You breathe out on his dick. âAnd tongue.â
âOh god,â Buckyâs voice is a moan at this point, and you laugh. So easy...
âIâm your god now? Aww! Come on, do I have to do everything tonight?â
He looks down at you confused. His blue eyes are almost grey, and you know heâs on cloud nine already just because youâre there.
âWhat?â
âOh, you need translation. Well,â itâs all you say before wrapping your lips around his dick and using both of your hands to push him as deep as he can go inside your mouth. He moans at the same time you gag, and his balls slap you in the face. He instinctively looks at you to ask if youâre okay, but you are more than okay. You are fucking alive. You encourage him to fuck your throat at this point by squeezing his ass cheeks and touching his balls.
âGod, look at you! That pretty black dressâŚâ He pulls out and back in not as forcefully as he can, but enough to make you start tearing up quickly. âOn your knees for your man. That mouth!â
You find yourself moaning at the feel of his fingers grasping and tugging at your hair. Jesus, how you missed this...
âYou have the sweetest mouth.â Does he even realize what heâs mumbling? âI could die right here. Right now,â he says and thrusts harder, which makes you close your eyes. You can barely see anything because of the tears, and heâs already close. âMy pretty baby, my fucking girl.â
Youâre getting wetter and wetter the more he talks, and itâs crazy. Youâre cold and your jaw is hurting, yet you love this.
âNot caring if someone can catch us, just making sure you mark me again. God, I'm gonna come, baby. Gonna... should I p-pull-â
You donât let him finish his sentence as you grab his ass to make sure you keep him there, in your throat, as he comes while moaning your name.
When he finishes, he immediately helps you stand up, before he kisses you desperately, his tongue immediately licking your bottom lip to get access. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. You moan in the middle of the kiss because his semi-hard cock is right where you need it, and itâs like torture...
âNeed to taste you, okay, baby?â He asks with so much need in his voice. He sounds so whipped. âNeed my pussy. Can I take you to my room?â
That is perfect, a dream at this point. But you need to make him a little more desperate.
âBut the wedding⌠They would kill us.â
âI am sure you care sooooo much about this wedding and Natâs stories. More than about getting my tongue on that pretty clit of yours and making you come all over my face.â
You canât hold back your laughter.
âFair point, Mr. Barnes. I deserve my orgasms, especially after listening to you pathetically trying to seduce me by admitting how desperate you are.â
âYou dropped to your knees on this balcony just to mark my cock as yours.â
You pull his hair a little. âYou said it yourself, it's already mine. Now get that ugly jacket and carry me.â
Bucky snorts, kissing your cheek. âYou bought me that ugly jacket.â
âI know.â
*
You donât know where you left your phone and even though you should feel panicked, you donât. All you can focus on is Bucky taking off your dress and groaning at the sight of your cups. You couldnât wear a full bra, so you improvised. They could barely hold your breasts, but no nipples showing? Win.
âHurry up!â
âJesus,â he moans and reaches for your cups. Desperate man... you roll your eyes, but let him uncover your breasts and grab them into his hands eagerly. Heâs not just holding them, he looks and touches them as if heâs never seen boobs in his entire life, let alone yours.
âJames...â You sigh, throwing your head back in pleasure when he finally gets your nipple into his mouth. Your hand finds his hair instantly, and you watch him suck happily while playing with your other nipple.
âYouâre quite hungry,â you say with a smile, stroking his hair. You missed this so much. His need to always touch or sleep on your boobs, the way he grabs them while heâs pounding you... You shiver in anticipation when he switches to the other tit.
âFucking shit, I missed them so much.â
You snort. âMy boobs?â
âMine.â Heâs not sucking anymore, heâs eating them, shocking you.
âH-hold on a second, Bucky. Theyâre breasts, not my clit.â
âItâs been a year, love. Let me get my fill. I died without them. Died!â
As much as you wanted to think only about the part he missed your boobs, you canât help the jealousy that clouds your mind. You were divorced, yet the image of him sucking someone elseâs tits makes you want to hit a wall. Mia all over him... You pull his hair angrily. âYou surely had other tits in your mouth, Bucky, for the past year. Donât pretend this is any different.â
He immediately stops sucking. âYou... you canât believe this. Tell me you donât believe this.â
You look away, too proud to face him. âWhat am I supposed to believe, huh? Itâs been one fucking year.â
âIâve been yours this whole year. Iâve been thinking about you, fucking my fist while watching... our videos, as fucked up as it might be. I tried to date, but I failed, and trust me, it has nothing to do with the size of my dick and my age. No one is you. No one smells like you or talks like you. No one is my brat with the god complex.â
âGod complex?â You raise your eyebrow, keeping your face straight. âFuck you.â
âI will fuck it out of you as I usually do, donât worry.â
âThen why does it keep coming back?â
He chuckles. âBecause you want to get fucked all the goddamn time.â
âLike you donât!â You puff. âCome on, I breathe in your direction and you get hard, Bucky.â
âDid you see yourself? Did you have sex with yourself? You cannot judge me!â He grabs your breasts again. âThere is no comparison, okay? You have no rival. Never did, never will.â
âThatâs all?â You puff, amused. âMy looks?â
âDo I even have to say⌠Your god complex exists for a fucking reason. Youâre the smartest, most sarcastic, and feistiest person Iâll ever meet. One mocking comment, and you know how I get.â
âPathetic?â You mock him on purpose just to get the reaction he is talking about. You love it when he compliments you.
âIs this why you divorced me? Cause I am a pathetic son of a bitch?â
You take a deep breath. âI divorced you because you refused to communicate properly with me anymore, and you know it.â
âSo not because of my small dick, either,â he remarks, making you roll your eyes.
âNo, your small dick is one of the reasons I am here.â
Bucky dramatically touches his heart. âSo youâre using me for my sex skills!â
âAs if you donât beg me to use you. Come on, put that mouth to good use before Nat comes after us.â
He doesnât disappoint as he finally rips your underwear off, just like you fantasized about, and you use this as the perfect opportunity to fish for more.
âWhat happened, Jamie? So eager. Arenât you a little good-â
The word boy comes out as a moan when you feel his index finger curled up inside you suddenly.
âWhat happened, honey? Too big for you?â
âDick!â
âYouâll get that. I just need to erase the memories of having little pencils in here. That must have been traumatic.â
âYouâre such a jerk!â You snort, but heâs right. It was really bad.
Bucky shrugs, finally kneeling properly between your legs before lifting them on his shoulders. God, yes!
âGonna give my pussy some loving.â
âD-didnât know you have a pussy, James.â
He smiles against your inner thigh. âI certainly keep what I lick.â
âEww, what the fuck.â
He snorts, kissing your slit. âI am joking, baby. Tried to imitate one of those dicks you thought you could replace me with.â
Petty fucking bitch! You grab him by his hair and push him closer to your pussy.
âShut the fuck up and eat!â
His tongue feels like heaven, indeed, on your clit. Youâve lost count of how many times you remembered him eating you out so you can come this year. He's just so good at eating your pussy.
You let out a satisfied sigh when he adds a second finger. You start to feel like before⌠like you and Bucky are still married and with no problem. Like you're happy. He makes you so happy. Made.
So you stare at his hair and stroke it as he sucks on your clit, completely squashed between your thighs, and try to hold back your tears.
When he adds his third finger and starts tracing eight figures on your clit with his tongue before he flattens it, you know youâre about to come.
There is something about the way he always manages to make you vulnerable even if itâs not intentional, to cut you open and get in... and you donât want it to be over. You canât let him go again after tonight. Youâd suffocate.
Your efforts to delay your orgasm and not tear up are futile because when he sucks a little harder, you come and start sobbing somehow. The orgasm is strong and even though youâd want to watch Bucky, you close your eyes, letting yourself go, and shut your mind down for a second. Everything feels so overwhelming. So amplifiedâŚ
Youâre grateful he doesnât stop fucking you with his fingers, either, even though you felt him hesitating when he heard you crying. You really needed this.
As soon as you finish, you drop your legs, furiously trying to wipe your face. He knows the difference between crying because of a crazy orgasm and you being emotional. He instantly gets back on the bed next to you and pulls you into the tightest hug youâve had in two years.
âGod, Iâm...â You donât know how to continue this phrase. You should not feel sorry for crying and youâre not pathetic for it. âI m-missed you so much, Bucky. Why did you give up?â
You feel his warm breath on your forehead. âI never gave up, baby, I swear.â
âB-but you did. You didnât even try for more than six months. When I told you...â You take a deep breath. âThat I want a divorce, you didnât even look at me. Once, Bucky! Not even onceâŚâ You show him your index finger. âYou simply agreed. You gave up on us. I was waiting for you to say: no, letâs try. No, Iâll communicate. Your words...â You sob. âYour words would have been enough for me. You should know that.â
âOh my god, baby, please, breathe!â He kisses your forehead over and over again. âI never gave up, I swear. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell you all of that, but you asked me for divorce. It felt like you wanted out. You were tired of fighting... you were tired of me. And I didnât want to tell you to stay just so you could either stay with me out of pity or reject me. I would have died... To look at you and beg, and to see you detached.â
You shake your head into the crook of his neck. He cannot...
âHow would I be detached if I tried for six months? How would I get tired of you?â
âExactly. You tried for six months. I thought you snapped out of it...â
âOut of what?â You whisper, scared to say it louder, but he hears you anyway.
âOut of love.â
You immediately lift your head to look at him. Heâs crying, too. âBucky...â You bring your fingers to his cheeks and start to caress them.
âI just couldnât remember us like this. I couldnât look into your eyes and see you staring at me like Iâm a stranger.â
âJesus Christ, when did we fail to communicate this much?â
He knows you donât expect an actual answer, so instead of speaking, he holds you, and kisses you, and makes you giggle.
The more you move into his lap, the better you feel his erection pressing against your pussy. So close, yet so far.
He groans, placing his hands on your hips. âCareful.â
âWell, I donât want you to be careful. I want you to fuck me raw right now.â
âRight now? He snorts, using his position to his advantage and moving. And just like that, youâre suddenly pressed with your back against the bed, and his mouth covers the valley between your breasts. That didnât take a lot of convincing.
âDid you fuck anyone else without protection?â You ask unsure how to formulate it without it sounding a little weird. Youâre not even sure you want to know the answer if itâs positive, but still.
âNo. Only condoms and well... to be honest more my fist,â he chuckles, helping you get on your back again by bringing a pillow under your head. âI tested myself, of course.â
You nod, trying to hide your happiness. You selfishly wanted this: no one but you to feel him without any barrier.
âGood.â
âWhat about you?â
âNo one for me, either.â
You would laugh at his proud face if you didnât know he might use it to tease you later. You can use it too, though.
âCome on, baby, spread your legs for me. Daddyâs home.â
You laugh surprised, but you do what he says. You really missed having him between your legs.
Needy, you reach for his T-shirt, that for some reason is still on, and you tug it down, showing him you want it off.
He hesitates for a couple of seconds too long before grabbing his T-shirt by the neck.
âCome on, what did you do? Got a tattoo?â
You get your answer as soon as heâs finally naked.
âOh, God!â You instantly lift your hand so you can grab his necklace. âWhat the fuck, James...â
âI told you I never gave up on us.â
âSo youâre telling me youâve been keeping it on since we divorced?â
He blushes, looking away. âYeah.â
âEven when you were with other girls?â
Your heart is racing.
âNever took it off.â
You giggle, touching the surface of the ring over and over again.
âNo wonder why nothing worked.â
âI had no intention to make it work.â
You say nothing, just looking into his eyes and letting him see how fucking much you love him, how he could never be a stranger, and you kiss him, wrapping your legs around his ass to show him what you need.
âI want you to pound me, okay? I want to feel you for days, do you hear me? I am so wet and ready. Please, just fuck me!â
You shiver a little when you feel the back of his hand brushing against your clit while he brings his cock to your entrance.
âGonna make you mine again, alright? Gonna make you forget this year and everyone who,â He finally thrusts inside you. âTried to get you.â
Heâs thick. Really thick, and you canât believe how you managed to survive without this stretched-out feeling for a whole fucking year.
âI hate you so much!â
He snorts. âI am pretty sure you love me. Otherwise, I wouldnât have my cock inside you after one year.â
âThis is the problem!â You hiss when he pulls almost completely out. âOne year, Bucky!â
âAww!â He says a bit mockingly before thrusting all the way in again. Oh my God... you close your eyes. âIs this your bratty way of telling me you missed my small dick?â
âBratty? You think this is bratty?â You ask him sarcastically before bringing a hand to his ass. âHarder!â
âHarder, huh?â He quickly unwraps your legs and turns you on your belly before you can react.
You gasp, shocked by how fast he is and hating the emptiness, but he ignores it, bringing a pillow under your pussy.
âAss in the air, come on.â
You comply immediately, staring at his face from the side. He looks like heâs on a mission, with his hair already in all directions and the wedding band hanging around his neck.
The first thing you feel is his mouth on your ass cheek, licking on a spot before biting.
You hiss. âJames!â It hurts, not more than a spanking, but you werenât ready for that.
âMine.â
You snort, wiggling your ass. âYeah, yeah. Now gimme my cock.â
And he does. He so does, heâs not slowly entering you, no. He pushes in almost fully with only one thrust, making you bite into your pillow.
âYou missed that, didnât you? The way I fill you up is so good. The way...â He slaps your ass. âNo one can make you feel so good. No one can fuck you like the desperate whore you are for my cock.â
You moan loudly into the pillow. You love being called a whore like this. Because he is right and he is obsessed with it, anyway. âB-Bucky...â
âTell me whose cock you love? Tell me.â
Heâs thrusting so fast at this point that you can barely even hear him.
âBucky.â
âNo, no, no. That is not what you call me like this.â
âJames...â
He suddenly stops thrusting, and you whine, lifting your spinning head to look at him over your shoulder. No matter how much you try to tilt your hips to make him move, you fail.
âIf you want to get fucked, baby, you gotta call me the right-â
âDaddy. Daddy, daddy. Happy now?â
He rolls his eyes, obviously not that happy with your tone.
You smirk.
âI see you need a lot of battiness fucked out of you.â
âThen why are you not fucking me, daddy?â
âOh, goddamn it!â Heâs not holding back now, moving like he used to. âTell me, baby. Tell me you love me... that no one, fuck- no one is like me!â
His voice tinges with a hint of neediness... maybe even urge. His vulnerability takes you a little aback because itâs stronger than his mocking. Heâs genuinely seeking for reassurance as he gazes at you with a mixture of desire, desperation and longing. Heâs searching for validation in your eyes the way you were earlier, so you give it to him.
âYouâre the only one for me, J-James. I love you forever. I never... I n-never stopped!â You canât keep your head up a second longer as you drop it on your pillow, moaning.
âWeâre getting married tomorrow.â
You half-snort, half-moan. âW-we canât.â
âWe can.â The sound of his balls slapping against your pussy almost covers the sound of his voice.
âWe... we have to apply first.â
He spanks your ass again, and you scream, the sudden pain making you feel so good.
âSo wet for me. They stood no chance. T-they donât know how hard you want it.â
âDaddy, please... Please!â Youâre a moaning mess. You just need a little harder. Just a little.
Youâre not sure if youâre gonna have a voice after this. Heâs pounding you so hard.
âMy good, good girl.â Heâs squeezing your hips, and the sound of your skin slapping is echoing. âGod, gonna come for me? Jesus, wanna fill you up with my come too. Please, baby.â
You donât know when or how he manages to do it, but he sneaks one of his hands under your body and pinches your nipple. You gasp, the wave of pleasure hitting you as he keeps fucking you. You feel your body weakening when he says your name over andl over again, but you donât open your eyes for a while, letting him fuck you desperately while playing with your breast.
âGonna- fuck, take my come, wife! Take me!â
Heâs coming so much... surprisingly much even for him. You can feel him dripping down your thighs even when he slows down, then stops his movements before he falls on top of you as soon as he finishes.
âJames...â You groan. âYouâre heavy.â
He places a small kiss on your back, and you giggle.
âI love you.â
You melt, but he moves to the side before you can reach for his cheeks.
âI love you, too.â You kiss him. âSo much that I let you drag me out of my best friendâs wedding reception.â
Bucky snorts, brushing his nose against your face. âPretend all you want, I know you were bored as fuck.â You feel him slowly pulling out of you, and you whine. Itâs a little uncomfortable. âSorry, wifey.â
âIâm not your wife yet.â
âYet, but you were and you will be again this week.â He takes your ring finger into his mouth.
âBucky!â
âWhat? We need new rings.â
You try to pull out your finger. âNo, we donât. I have mine.â
âWe need...â
âHow about we use all that money for a vacation instead?â
âNeah, honeymoon is honeymoon.â
He finally lets your finger go. âWe are not buying other wedding bands.â
âI am not debating a new engagement ring, though.â
You roll your eyes, but you know itâs the best deal you can get.
âFine, a new engagement ring,â you agree while rolling ro his side and placing your head on his chest. âI donât wanna move.â
âDonât want to or canât?â
You decide to surprise him by biting a spot right above his nipple. He groans while you simply laugh.
âYou just canât be subtle, can you?â
âIf youâd wanted subtle youâd have gone for someone like Steve.â
âEww, Bucky. I have your come dripping out of me and you bring up Steve?â
âYou literally talked about Nat a sec ago.â
Then, as if a switch was flipped, your eyes widen. âOh shit, my phone!â
âWhere did you forget it?â Bucky asks casually, so used to gathering your things for you. You really missed that, too.
âTable. God... Do you think they know?â
âKnow what?â He giggles, raising both of you until your backs touch the headboard. âThat you dropped on your knees in the middle of the wedding to suck my cock? Or how I fucked you raw until you cried.â A sudden realization crosses his face. âYou asked me to fuck you raw. Are you... still on the pill?â
You roll your eyes. âYou think Iâd let you fuck me like this for the first time we talked to each other properly since we divorced if there was a big chance to get pregnant?â
âI assume you are still on the pill, donât be patronizing!â He kisses your nose, which he knows tickles you.
Ass...
âYou are asking a dumb question instead of getting your ass downstairs to bring me my phone.â
âHow is that dumb? I wanted to know if I should get you a pill or something.â
âSo you donât want babies with me!â You try not to laugh as you say it, biting your lip to keep your face serious.
âWhy do you act as if I told you I donât want a baby with you?â He chuckles when he sees you pouting. âWeâre just getting back together and no way youâd want a baby now. But if I am wrong, letâs go for it. I can give you a baby, just get off the pills.â
âYou donât give me a baby, James. We have a baby together!â
He sighs, getting off the bed to get his clothes back on. âObviously, but I am the one coming inside you. This is what I meant. I am all in. But we need some adapting time at least.â
You should stop this whole teasing-testing thing. You both have the same opinion after all. You might have a baby, and you know heâd be involved one hundred percent, but not now. Absolutely not.
âI know. Thanks for asking.â
âYouâre such a tease.â He snorts, putting on his pants. âBefore I go, do you want me to run you a bath or should I bring you a towel?â
âDo you plan on staying there?â
He turns his head to you instantly. âYeah, sure. I am gonna eat some steak and brag about fucking my wife.â
âAlright, alright. Bring me a snack and we can take a bath together. Actually,â you think about it better. âIâm gonna clean up and wait for you.â
âYou want me to fuck you again, donât you?â He asks as he fixes his jacket.
âWhy? Is this all you could give me?â
âOh, fuck you!â
âSure.â You spread your legs at the same time you grab your own breasts, making him groan. Itâs so easy to get to him. And itâs hilarious.
âJesus, youâre planning to kill me.â
âNot you acting as if itâs the first time this happened.â
âIt is the first time in over a year, baby.â
You feel yourself softening again. âTrue. Now, please, please, please, donât give them any details and bring me a snack.â
âWhat snack?â
âAnything, make me a plate, I donât care.â He nods before reaching for the keys. âOh, and Bucky? Tell your flavor of the month you donât need her anymore.â
âI told you she is not-â
âAnd tell Nat Iâll make it up to her!â You interrupt him before he can finish his sentence. You donât need him to defend a random girlâs honor.
âYouâre so jealous.â
âLock the door!â
You giggle satisfied when he closes the door and let yourself scream out of happiness while staring at the bite he left on your ring finger. Mrs. Barnes never got out of style.
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some people go to college to make more money. i go to college to write more danny phantom fanfiction. we are not the same
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Oddly Specific Romance Prompts Vol. 4: Attending a Formal Dance/Gala
âRelax. You look gorgeous.â
âPeople are looking at us.â âYeah, theyâre jealous about my hot date.â
âMay I have this dance?â âOnly if you donât mind me stepping all over your toes.â âItâll be worth it.â
âYou lookâŚwow.â
âSorry, I don't normally dress like this..." "Well, you should. You're stunning."
"I've never slow danced before." "That's okay. Just lean on me and follow my lead."
"You smell fantastic." "Thanks. I broke out the expensive perfume/cologne for the occasion. I was also kind of hoping you'd notice."
"When did you learn to dance like that?" "Oh, it's just something I picked up on over the years. Try to keep up."
"I feel stupid in this dress/tux." "You certainly don't look stupid." "What was that?" "Nothing."
"Why don't you dress like this more often? I could get used to this look."
"Here, take my jacket. You're freezing." "No, it's fine. It looks better on you, anyway." "Funny. I was going to say it looked better on you."
"It might just be the champagne hitting, but god I could kiss you right now."
"We're running late; can you zip this up for me?" "Actually, I'd rather unzip it. What's a few more minutes?"
"You're, by far, the hottest one at this stupid gala; and it's not even close."
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Kinktober â1 | Punish Me
summary: harry hasn't been the most attentive boyfriend and asks for a very specific punishment to make it up to you.
word count: 1.6k
read time: 7 min
content warning â ď¸: slight angst, mentions of harry being a neglectful boyfriend, cunnilingus, fingering, face sitting, softdom!harry, d/s undertones, pet names (babe, baby, love, good girl), light spanking (if you squint)
a/n: welcome to kinktober! sorry they are coming out late. hope you enjoy this little festival of kink!
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Itâs felt like itâs been an eternity since you've been this close to Harry. Youâve missed these moments. Being wrapped up in one another, teeth clashing, hands groping, mind on nothing else but the other. You needed this, so you savor every stroke of his tongue, and every nibble on your lip.Â
What started as an innocent good night kiss before bed, has turned into this, and now youâve lost track of time. Completely consumed with one another, Harry rolling his hips into yours, while you moaned, enjoying the weight of him on top of you.Â
âI want to try something.â Harry pants, pulling away from your lips, but resting his forehead against yours.Â
âYeah?â you whisper absentmindedly, chasing his lips for another kiss. He pulls away at the last second, caressing your cheek. He looks down at your lips, before his eyes meet yours.Â
âI want you to sit on my face.â he whispers, stroking your cheek with his thumb.Â
âWhat-â you stutter. You couldn't have heard him correctly. But heâs staring at you with a hopeful smirk, biting at his bottom lip and you know you didnât mishear him. âLike sit, sit?â you clarify, and he chuckles with a nod.Â
âYes, baby. Sit, sit.âÂ
âButâŚIâm heavy.âÂ
âNo youâre not.â Harry kisses your lips, before kissing along your jaw, with a smirk. âI justâŚI want to do something for you. Iâve been,â he sucks on your favorite spot along your jaw, just below your ear, âless than attentive lately, which is just not like me. So,â he works his way down your neck, dragging his teeth along your jugular, sucking when he's found where your breath hitches. âI want you to punish me.â he smirks, as he hears your breath hitch. But still you donât answer, just roll your hips into Harryâs as he works on your neck. After heâs sure heâs left a mark, satisfied with your sounds he raises his lips to the shell of your ear, and whispers, âCome on. Are you going to make me beg?â you whine, and he chuckles, ââCuz I will.âÂ
Harry returns his kissing, down your neck, to down your chest, kissing along as he lowered himself between your legs. He makes sure to give extra kisses to your belly, sucking at the skin on each of your hips. âPlease.â he drags his lips across your pantie line, leaving wet spongy kisses just above your mound. âPretty Please.â He pulls your legs further apart, getting comfortable between them. You shiver as his breath brushes over your clothed pussy. He kisses each of your inner thighs, kissing from the juncture of your knee, to the edge of your panties âPretty, pretty please.â he smirks.Â
âOkay.â you nod with a smile, covering your face in your hands.
âYeah?â he smiles.Â
âYeah. Iâll try it.âÂ
âThank you, baby.â Harry smiles, kissing the front of your panties, before running his fingers along the edge of your panties, âBut first ... .Can I have a taste?â he asks, pulling your panties aside.
âYes, please.â
âThank you.â he smirks, as he licks a broad stripe up your folds. He moans at the first taste of you on his tongue. He gives you a few more wet big strokes with his tongue, when he begins running a hand through your folds. âYou're so wet baby.â he praises, just before wrapping his lips right around your clit, lightly sucking it into his mouth.Â
âOh, god. Harry -â you moan, tossing your head back and flying to Harryâs hair.Â
âGood?âÂ
âSo good.â
He continues his work on your pussy, licking, and sucking sloppily, lapping at your folds like itâs his last meal. You can feel yourself getting close, with each swipe of his tongue.Â
âYou taste so good babe.â he moans into you.Â
âHarry -â you gasp, gripping the back of Harryâs head as you push yourself further into his mouth, âOh, there.âÂ
He doubled his efforts, messily licking at your clit, and drawing it into his mouth. You feel yourself getting closer, and just as you're about to cry out, and reach your peak you feel his fingers breach your walls.Â
âFuck!â you moan, releasing his hair, in favor of the sheets. You bring your arm over your mouth, biting into the soft flesh of your forearm as your pussy begins to pulse around his digits.Â
âGood girl. Come on.â Harry mumbles against you, curling his fingers up inside you. He begins stroking at your g-spot, applying just enough pressure, and before you have a chance to catch your breath, you come apart on Harryâs tongue and fingers. Harry moans, into you licking you through your orgasm extending it that much longer, sending shivers through your body.Â
Eventually he slows to a stop, giving your swollen clit a soft peck, as he begins kissing up your body, to your lips. You moan into the kiss, enjoying the taste of yourself, on his tongue.Â
Harry pulls away, looking down at you proudly, as he stroked your side.Â
âYou ready?â he husks, kissing your nose.Â
âUm-yeah.â you sigh, still trying to catch your breath. You quickly look away from Harry, but he draws his fingers under your chin and forces you to look back at him.Â
âHey, if you really are uncomfortable with it, we donât have to.â he says, with soft eyes.Â
âNo. I want to-â you rush out, âIâm just scared of hurting you.âÂ
He smirks, kissing each of your cheeks, âYou wonât. I promise.âÂ
He rolls over onto his back adjusting a pillow behind his head. He turns to you with a warm smile, âCome here.âÂ
You roll on top of him, straddling his hips, hesitantly plant your hands on his chest, âHop on, Love.â he encourages. He takes your hand, lacing your fingers together to help you shimmy yourself above his face. You rest your hands, on the headboard, nervously hovering your pussy over Harryâs face. He wraps his arms around your thighs, âBaby. I said sit.â He demands, with a slight huff, as he pulls you down by your thighs, forcing you to sit on his tongue.
âHarry!â you gasp, pulling up slightly, eyes locked on his.Â
âIâm fine, love.â he mumbles into you, pulling you closer to kiss your clit. You bring your hands to his hair, moaning out, âI promise itâs okay. Just relax.â he says as he begins to lap at your pussy.Â
With each swipe of his tongue across your folds and each pulse of his lips around the clit, you relaxed more and more on top of him. And with the moans coming from Harry, as he delved deep into you with his tongue, the last thing you were worried about was your weight âcrushingâ him.Â
In fact, your weight on top of him that you worried so much about, seemed to be his biggest motivator. As the more of your weight you leaned on Harry, the more he moaned into you, and the more enthusiastic he got between your legs, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
âThere you go.â he praises, with a smirk into you, as you moan out a series of curses. You lace your fingers deeper into his hair, pulling lightly at the root. âOh, good girl.â He groans.Â
You moan, looking down at Harry below you. That one look at him had you wondering why it has taken you so long to do this in the first place. At this angle, Harry was a sight. A man crazed, eyes full of lust, and hair wild from you pulling at it. You were mesmerized by Harry. And he was completely consumed by you. You were all he could taste on his tongue. All he could feel was the sting of your hands in his hair pulling at the roots, and the weight of your on top of him. All he could hear was you, and the beautiful whines, and gasps that you make. Â
It was only a few moments, making eye contact with Harry, before you could feel your orgasm approaching. Your grip tightens in Harryâs hair as you begin to slowly rock yourself along Harryâs mouth, holding onto his head for leverage. Harry seemed to like that, as his grip tightened around your thighs and a deep groan ripped from his throat.Â
âFuck, like that. Fuck my face, baby. There you go.â He groaned into you, the vibrations sending a shiver through you.Â
âHarry -â you cry out, thighs beginning to shake, tightening around his head, âIâm - oh god, there.â you shrek, as you feel that familiar knot in your lower belly begin to pull tighter.Â
When it finally snaps you come hard on Harryâs tongue, convulsing, and shaking on top of him. Your body shakes, eyes glued below you on his, as Harryâs head gets completely (and happily, you're sure), squished between your shaking thighs. He pushes against your resistance, holding your legs open with a tight grip of his large hands just enough, as he continues to lap at your folds through your orgasm.Â
His sucking on your clit comes down to a slow pulse as you come down from your orgasm. You lift up slightly to get away from the stimulation of Harryâs tongue, and lean forward on the headboard. Harry turns his head to the side, kissing each of your inner thighs.Â
âShit.â you giggle, chest heaving.Â
âGood girl, baby.â he smiles lightly, spanking your ass with a quick swat, âI told you youâd like it, hm?âÂ
âThat wasâŚI didnât think⌠Wow.â you sigh, trying so hard to string together a sentence.Â
âCome here.â Harry smiles up at you. You adjust yourself, at Harryâs direction, and shimmy down his body, to curl into his chest. You lay your head on his chest, as Harry begins planting kisses along your hairline, a hand lightly running up and down your back.Â
âSo, is this something youâd want to do again?â he asks into the dim light of your room.Â
You turn looking up at him, a blissful grin plastered on your lips. âMost definitely.âÂ
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See, Katsuki Bakugo asks you on a date. You're beyond shocked. You're in general studies and have hardly run into him, only seeing him when you met up with Shinso. And he asked you on a date. In front of everyone. Not only that but he continues to asks you on dates, one after another, constantly parading you around campus. He's even nice over text, never wanting to call, but he doesn't have an issue spending time with you.
So after three or so months, you go and confess. You wanted more after all, it's just been dates but by now you're dying for an actual relationship. Things were probably already offical on his side any way-
"Huh?"
You blinked, "I said I liked you Bakugo, and I want an actual relationship. Titles and all, you know?" With his face just scrunching more, you continued, "God you probably already think it's a relationship, huh? I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"
"You like me?" he cut you off.
"Obviously?" you peered up at him.
He shuffles how he was standing, crossing his arms, a confused look painted across his face, "We were just dating to get rid of the fuckin' rumors. I thought y'knew?"
Color drained from your face, "Oh!"
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Not Lonely Anymore
summary: You hear your roommate Bucky Barnes moan your name while masturbating and it changes everything between you two.
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
word count: 3K
warnings: 18+, dry jumping (brief), unprotected sex, daddy kink, metal arm kink, choking, teasing, dirty talk, no mention of y/n.
A/N: Hello hello! I present you the last part of my Lonely Night series. I am so grateful for your interest in the first two parts. I tried to keep my motivation up and give these two perverts a satisfying ending. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I did. Your feedback would be much appreciated.
You don't have to read the first two parts to understand what's going on but if you want to, please check my blog/masterlist for A Lonely Night and Same Lonely Night.
Thank you so much @notafunkiller for beta-reading and editing. Daddy kink and choking is for you âď¸
All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.
Read more tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.
You canât take your eyes off Bucky while you're processing what has just happened. Your eyes roam around his face and bare chest before falling on his shorts. His erection is pressed against the waistband, carefully hidden away from you but the wetness forming on the fabric betrays Buckyâs intentions. You canât contain your smile, but Bucky doesnât see it. Heâs too lost in his own thoughts, and when your eyes meet, you realize he is worried and embarrassed. He opens his mouth, wanting to say something in order to end this awkward silence, but you beat him to it.
âDid you just say my name?â It comes out so calm, you even surprise yourself.
You know he did. You heard it with your own ears loud and clear. Thatâs why you dropped your glass after all. But it was that shocking to you. That unbelievable! So you just want him to confirm it. To make it real and assure you that really happened. Maybe then you will be able to believe it.
âI- I can explain.â You notice the cold sweat forming on his forehead.
He seems like a scared kid who got caught doing something he shouldnât do. And itâs probably because he thinks he might lose you. You would feel the same way if he was the one who caught you masturbating just an hour ago. God, that would be mortifying, but now that you are on the other side of the equation, all you feel is excitement.
The realization eventually sinks in: he wants you. He actually wants you. That gives you a level of confidence you never had before.
You take a step forward and close the distance. Your lips are on his before he can react. You wanted to do this for a long time, but you had been unsure if he would have wanted it or not. You have a clear answer now, so thereâs no need to hold yourself back. It takes him a second to respond to you, but you donât hesitate. You just keep kissing him and it wakes him up like he has been hibernating for a long time.
His hands wrap around your torso and he pulls you closer. His fingers are digging into your hips like heâs trying to convince himself this is real, and he tilts his head just enough to deepen the kiss. His tongue gently slides into your mouth and that makes you moan for the first time. His lips, his tongue⌠He tastes so sweet. You just canât get enough of it. It makes you crave him even more, and you donât know how that is even possible.
Suddenly you push him, hoping to get him back inside his bedroom, but he doesnât move an inch. He just gives you a dazed look, trying to understand why you did that.
âWork with me. Just move back.â You sound impatient, and he finally understands what you are trying to do.
âFine.â He raises both of his hands like heâs surrendering, with a smile on his face, then he takes a step back and lets you push him further inside the room. You continue until the back of his knees hits the bed and he falls onto it after one final push.
âIs that what you wanted?â He sounds amused.
âYeah.â You straddle him without missing a beat, getting comfortable on his lap while he pulls you in for another kiss.
This time it feels a little different. His hands are on your cheeks, holding you still while his tongue explores your mouth. It is the most passionate kiss you have ever had in your life. His erection is standing right there, between your legs and you canât help yourself⌠You canât stop that urge thatâs slowly building up and why would you? Youâre on his lap, finally doing this. Thereâs no need to stop yourself from doing what you want. So while he tastes you however he wants, you start to move your hips. After a couple of tries, you find the perfect spot and both of you moan nearly at the same.
He stops kissing you for a second just to take a breath, but he still holds your cheeks with his big hands and looks into your eyes. Itâs like heâs afraid you might disappear. You have no plans of disappearing or stopping, though. You keep moving your hips and watching his eyes flutter every time you rub the right spot. It feels good even with the fabric between you two. Yet itâs not enough.
âWe should get rid of your shorts.â
âAnd your panties.â
You raise yourself on your knees, just enough for him to push his shorts down, but you don't give him enough space to take them off completely.
âI donât wanna use any protection. Do we have to?â
âWell, we donât have to, but we might need to.â Heâs not sure how fertile he is. Itâs not like he tried it before, so itâs quite risky. All he knows is he has a lot more come than an average man and thatâs a problem when it comes to using condoms. They are practically useless.
âIâm on the pill.â You quickly clarify. You only asked the question to see if he was comfortable with the idea or not.
âThen we definitely donât need to.â Oh, heâs definitely comfortable. The way he just said it is enough.
He grabs his cock while you pull your panties aside without wasting any time, and you lower yourself onto him while balancing yourself with one arm on his shoulder.
âThat impatient?â He taunts you, but he chokes on his words as soon as he feels your wetness. The head of his cock rests between your folds while you answer him:
âAre you not?â You sound relatively normal. Then you keep talking while taking him inch by inch. âWould you rather fuck your fist and fantasize about me?â
He wants to answer you. He wants to say something, but being balls deep inside you makes it harder to do so. He just lets out a low groan while grabbing your ass to ground himself.
Youâre not so different from him. The way he stretches you pulls a pornographic moan out of you. You sit still for a second, trying to get used to this feeling. You canât remember the last time you felt this full. It makes you shiver even without moving. You take your time and he just waits, patiently until you get used to the sensation. After a couple of seconds, you feel confident enough to move.
âReady?â
âYes.â Thereâs a bit of hesitation in his voice, but you donât notice it because you are lost in the feeling of finally being so full. All of your senses are overwhelmed by it.
You arenât sure if itâs going to hurt because heâs definitely the biggest you have ever had. So you move your hips slowly and test the waters. Thereâs something there. Some kind of discomfort. You canât say you feel uncomfortable, you just need to get used to his size. So you keep moving because thereâs this promise of pleasure hidden behind that discomfort. You can nearly taste it and it keeps you going. While trying to figure out the best way to move, you donât realize Bucky is watching you, carefully. Heâs trying to read your expression and see if you are okay. Heâs ready to take up the reins or just stop if thatâs what you need. His hands gently roam your body, discovering little details about your skin. Like how many moles you actually have.
âNo rush. Take your time.â He sounds more like himself, much more confident than before.
You moan because of his words. His voice is deeper and it makes your blood rush. You start to move a little faster and notice how the discomfort slowly fades away. He notices that, too while grabbing your tits with both of his hands. One is colder than the other, and the contrast is dizzying. You lean into him, just to feel him a little bit more, and his grip on your tits tightens.
âGod, so fucking pretty!â
Before you can say anything, his mouth is on your right nipple. You feel his tongue flicking over and over again while his other hand rests on the other breast. Then he sucks your nipple into his mouth, letting his teeth graze over it. You grunt because of the mixed sensations. Just when you are about to protest, he lets out your nipple and moves on to the other one. He gives it the same treatment. A mix of licking, sucking, and biting until you canât contain your movements. Your hips start to move so much faster, making both of you moan loudly.
âGod, I wanted to do this for ages!â The words spill out from your lips without much of a thought.
âYou did?â He doesnât miss a beat.
âYeah.â Thereâs no point in hiding it anymore, is there?
âDoes this mean I am the daddy?â
His question catches you off guard, and you just freeze in the middle of the action.
âYou⌠heard me.â It comes out more like a question rather than a statement.
âWhy do you think I was masturbating?â
It takes you a couple of seconds to process what he's just said. He actually heard you. You never used his name, but it doesnât change the fact that he witnessed something so private. Something you really wanted to hide from him, yet the idea of him hearing you also sets you on fire. Instead of submitting to the urge to get all shy, you decide to ask him what you actually want to know.
âYou heard me and instead of making a move, you decided to fuck your fist?â
âWhat was I supposed to do? Knock on your door and ask if I can replace your dildo?â
âYeah. Sounds great to me.â You keep moving your hips fast while talking. âOr maybe you are too shy to take what you really want.â
âShy?â He blinks a couple of times.
âYou donât seem shy but maybe you are. Maybe you are a submissive little boy who wants to just lay here and take whatever I give you.â
You watch his expression change into something so different. Itâs not particularly dark, but it feels like it. Before you can say anything else, he just flips you over. Your mouth falls open when your back touches the bed. Instinctively, you try to wrap your legs around his torso, but he doesnât let you. Instead, he pushes your knees back to your chest.
âWhat are you doing?â Your amazement is evident in your voice.
âTaking what I really want.â It takes a lot of effort to hide your smile. You canât believe your taunting worked that quickly. âTell me if it gets too much and I will stop.â
âOh, I doubt that.â
He waits for you to finish talking and then he starts to move. Your mouth falls open once again but this time, itâs not because you are surprised. Itâs because you canât believe how good it feels. Itâs completely different than how it felt when you were on his lap. He reaches deeper inside you in this position, and his hands are still on your legs, pushing you further into the bed. You let out another sinful moan.
âWay better than I imagined.â
âIs it?â A smile lingers on his lips. âFeel free to be as loud as you want.â
âDo you want us to get kicked out of this apartment?â It takes every ounce of strength in you to form this sentence without stuttering. Itâs so hard to talk like you arenât getting railed.
âNo, I just wanna hear you call me daddy.â
You canât help but moan. Shit, he really heard everything. You feel so exposed, but somehow it doesnât bother you. Is he actually into this? Who couldâve guessed?
âIf you want that, you gotta work harder than this.â
âAsk for it.â
âHarder, please.â He waits for daddy to come out of your mouth, but it doesnât. You really meant what you just said, he needs to earn it.
So thatâs exactly what he does. He starts to pound you, just the way you fantasized. He manages to touch every part inside you and fills up in a way that makes you wanna cry. Your moans get louder with each thrust.
âOh fuck! Oh fuck!â Your ears start to buzz. You can feel that your orgasm is close.
âTalk to me, doll.â
He wants to hear you, and you donât feel like holding back anymore.
âIâm-Iâm so close, Bucky.â
âWhat do you need?â His question is instant. You feel that heâs ready to do whatever you want.
âNothing. Absolutely nothing.â You take a deep breath just to be able to keep talking. âJust keep going. PleaseâŚâ Your voice comes out so pathetic, but you canât brush off the urge to beg him. He would like that, wouldnât he? You did it while masturbating and he got a hard-on just because of you. âPlease, please, please.â
Your words make him groan like he is struggling to contain his excitement.
âI really need it, daddy, pleaseâŚâ
âFuck, baby.â You feel him losing control. His thrusts are sloppier but he notices that, too. His metal arm moves on your chest and rests there. You donât know if heâs trying to keep you still or ground himself. Then he looks directly into your eyes, trying to see if that makes you uncomfortable or not. It definitely doesnât. Quite the opposite, you need his hand on your neck, and you gently grab his metal hand and move it on your neck without breaking eye contact. You watch his eyes widen with the realization.
âAre you sure?â You nod in response, but itâs not good enough for him. âWords, baby. I need actual words.â
âPlease.â
That does it. His fingers tighten around your neck, pressing right against your veins, careful not to crush your windpipe.
âYess.â Your head is thrown back. This is exactly what you wanted.
The way heâs choking you snaps something inside you. It intensifies everything you are feeling at that moment. Your whole body suddenly starts to shake, and it surprises you. You have never reached an orgasm this quickly before.
âYes, yes, yes. Oh god, yes!â Your voice comes out hoarser than usual.
âLook at you.â He taps his fingers on your neck while he keeps moving. âMy pretty baby. So good for me.â
You only moan in response, already too lost in the waves of your orgasm. Itâs running through your whole body like electricity.
âLook at me! Look into my eyes.â He sounds so commanding and you listen to him even though itâs so hard to do it. He looks like heâs about to lose it, too.
âCome with me. P-please.â
âYou want me to come, baby?â He asks in a way that makes you wanna cry out even more. Like he wonât come if thatâs what you want. He will keep holding back until you say so but you donât want that. You want him to enjoy this as much as you do.
âPlease, daddy. Come with me.â He groans in response. You clearly see how your words affect him, especially calling him daddy. You canât believe how much heâs into it.
He stops holding back and starts to move in a way that makes you scream. So you do that. You canât contain the noises you make when he moves like this. You grip on his sheets, letting him ruin you for any other man.
âFuck! Such pretty sounds⌠You like it that much, baby?â
âYes, yes. So good, daddy.â You slur at the last part. You donât care. You donât care about anything when he makes you feel like this.
âFuck, you take me so well.â You can actually hear that heâs close. âI-Iâm gonna come, oh fuck.â
âYess!â You have been waiting for this. You want it so badly. You wanna see him come. You want him to feel good, all because of you. You want to witness a part of him that he hides away from everyone else. It feels like owning a part of him. So private and primitive, but you donât care. You need this.
He lets out the most guttural moan right before starting to come inside you. He doesnât stop, just keeps the same pace, emptying himself inside you.
âTake it, baby. Take it! Itâs all yours.â You know what heâs talking about. His come is already dripping out, yet heâs not done coming.
It looks like he lost his damn mind, but itâs the hottest thing you have ever witnessed in your life. You are so fascinated by him even though you are still coming yourself. That's why you force yourself to keep your eyes open and watch him while your high slowly fades away. Yet he keeps going. His hands are gripping on your tights, pulling you into him every time he moves. His come is dripping on your ass, to the sheets. Itâs so messy but feels out of this world.
After a couple more thrusts, he collapses on top of you. His head rests on the crook of your neck, and you feel his heavy breathing on your skin. You donât mind it, though. He doesnât let his whole weight crush you. Always so thoughtfulâŚ.
Your hands go to his hair, gently stroking it. That makes him move his head and look at you.
âWe shouldâve done this before.â That makes you wanna laugh, but instead, you just give him a huge smile.
âYes, we should have. It was amazing.â
Suddenly he moves away from you, leaving you completely empty. It makes you whine instantly. You miss the fullness and the warmth of his cock already.
âWhere are you going?â You give him a confused look while raising yourself on the bed. âCome back here.â
âNot was.â He kneels right next to the bed, in between your legs, and moves his head closer to your dripping core. âIâm not done with you, baby.â
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