#nobody talk shit about him ever again!
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feel like pure shit, just want her back
#james talks#riverdale#miss the whole crew really but Betty especially bc Lili was so magnificent#god as perfect as the finale was (and it really was one of the greatest finales ever) i wish we had gotten another season#they had as good a run as a show on that network could hope for but there are few shows on there that eclipsed the network like Riverdale#like the list includes like. Crazy Ex-Girlfriend and Gossip Girl. and ig The Vampire Diaries. and that's it.#(that list is for shows almost exclusively produced by the CW. CXG DID have other producing companies but it was largely the CW).#no show will ever quite be like Riverdale ever again and no show will ever reach the heights it did.#especially not on their shoestring CW budget.#like honestly i just need more Riverdale in my life.#like RAS and the writing team found such a great way to turn their weaknesses into strengths.#as an article on the show once said [paraphrased]: it was a great show that was really good at pretending to be bad.#even now nobody gets the show like i do.#everyone thinks it's some silly little show about crazy shit with crazy plotlines and pretty lighting and aesthetics but no substanceâ#when in reality it's an incredible pulpy anti-fascist text questioning the role of authority using those aesthetics for a larger purpose#but i'll save the real analysis for whenever i get around to actually making the Riverdale video essay i need in my life#unless Quinton Reviews or SuperEyepatchWolf beat me to it first. they're the only people who i think will actually understand the show.#like SuperEyepatchWolf's video on the show is already pretty fun even if it's a little dismissive of the substance of the showâ#(tbf to him it only covered up until the S05 mid-season finale and S06 hadn't released yet)#but like he at least feels like he gets the spirit of the show. especially with the wrestling comparison.#and i hope i don't need to explain why Quinton would get it.#anyway. i need the Riverdale crew back.
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i could turn jacob seed. i could make him forgo his brothers orders and see through him for what he was evennn if he was maybe right about montana getting nuked whateverrr like what everrrr okay
#hes genuinely such an interesting character when you give it 5 seconds of thought after the obvious hotness of him okay like i GET that#i DO wanna fuck him too i GET it but dude hes a disillusioned war vet on the brink of suicide when joseph finda him again and the ONLY#reason jacob didnt eat a bullet was because somebody gave him a purpose. and he followed it. not even blindly he had his doubts but it was#something to live for and someone to protect and who better than his own little brother#even bwfore the dlc came out i was like ok even if everything went according to plan you Cannot see jacob surviving that shit#he had a death wish he did naught want to live. he fully intended to die in the process you cant convince me otherwise#im saying so much nothing rn LOL idk i just have had nobody to talk to about this game and its been 6 years. so.#just. jouist fuckin. i like this character so much. i think he served his purpose for the game and i get why he had to die#but i do still wish there was more to explore with him ykwim#anyway im just annoyed bc i wanna read about him but all anybody ever writes abt is how good at sex he is with women and its like . yawn#HE DOEESNT EVEN STRIKE ME AS SOMEONE THAT WOULD EVEN CASUALLY FUCK IS THE THING LOL like you flirt with him and hes like what the fuck#are you doing. who the fuck do you think yourr TALKING TO#can anybody hear me???? does ANYONE get it
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saw some old stuff i wrote about 3h and man. i really used to love that game huh
#fandom killed it and spat on its corpse#genuinely that was the worst fandom i've ever been in the middle of. nobody was immune from the consnat fucking discourse#the moral judgements the racism the misogyny the homophobia the ableism the raw INSANITY#i've never seen a fandom so obsessed with ''morally ok to like these characters/morally evil to like these ones''#and ofc everyone had their own list that they would then frantically alter to please each other and it was just insane#still is but i refuse to interact with it anymore#but yeah i can't even stand to look at claude anymore i used to love him but now. eugh#i just associate him (and almost every other character) with the Discourse and the ''if you like hilda kys'' types#don't even get me started on bernadetta and the number of so called friends who treated me like shit for being hurt by her portrayal lol#or the number of again so called friends who would bully people for not liking ede/leth#just. horrendous. horrendous fandom#i pretty much only care about flayn now#not that she didn't get her fair share of disk horse but like. it was never the quantities that almost every other character did lmao#other than the people talking about how she was a disgusting nepo baby they wanted to stomp to death or w/e. there was a lot of that#txt
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if johnny only sees what v sees, does that mean he cant see them? it does right? or does he see them the way they *think* they look like? does johnny see who v sees in the mirror? in photos?
#sammy says shit#listen i still dont fully describe to 'i only see what you see'#HOWEVER#if any of the above does apply imagine the first fucking time he sees them for real#aka happy au#does johnny ever comment on vs apperance? aside from the not my type comment#im thinking about things and this just crossed my mind#is johnnys pov just him in a world that doesnt see him? doesnt react to him?#ofc sometimes people stop to look in his direction but they arent looking at /him/#in the beginning does he reply to questions directed at v bc he thinks that person is talking to him??#MY GOD someone send help him going insane over this#been thinking about johnny having no autonomy#nobody to talk to besides v#and how v knows this and tries to give him said autonomy as best as they can#see: the sharing meals post my queue spat out earlier#anyway im raving in the tags again... old habits do die hard huh#also i do think there is a difference between what own body johnny sees compared to what engram johnny sees#(talking about what v looks like)#but if my above thoughts are true... GODDAMN the potential
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not getting over this one...
#bro...#reading with your eyes closed like#fyodors hubris was his downfall#it was. pretty well established#and honestly i can't think of a single person who actually thinks hes dead. like for real#and dazais survival makes like. a ton of sense#it was already inconsistent. thats why people were theorizing abt it#and like it would not make sense if he died rn#how can you call yourself a dazai fan and not realize him dying would be the stupidest decision ever#itd completely wrecked his arc#but actually i guess you already dont know abt that considering you think hes gotten barely any development lmao#'nobody gets character development' Actually Screaming#everything really didnt depend on dazai. that was like. a big point actually#but since again you didn't recognize fyodors hubris. i guess you didn't pick up on that !#dazai trusts chuuya#INCREDIBLY well established fact#integral to the story#and thats why he doesn't die#and we've all talked about why chuuya is MORE than capable of pulling this shit off like#aughhhhh#aethers rants
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Also whatâs the difference between them and superbat in which ur not demonizing the brown boy quickly
#like Im sorry if I go into the superson tag itâs like 2 minutes and youâll find Damian with fangs and on a leash or smth#Itâs the same as tim where itâs not all of yâall but yâall definitely made the âminorityâ of yâall popular so now what#and Itâs just. idk I keep saying itâs not Interesting and to me itâs not bc theyâre literally carbon copies of their dads but Damian gets#exoticized#like Itâs mean aggresive brown kid and all American white kid and itâs so. bland. like Itâs everywhere I saw it on Fox News last night#the only thing that hooks me with Jon is the age up sorry#like idk I used to say I hated it but I was glazing new Trinity#giving Jon heavy trauma is the best thing they could do#now or theyâd acknowledge it#and u already know how I feel about the regression of Damianâs character with every single new comic#where we have to go over the same fucking points over and over again and make it seem like heâs never had a friend ever#and Itâs never to add anything interesting it feels like every time they find a new way to say Damian was born evil or Bruce is the best#white savior ever#and Itâs not even regurgitating the actual issues between him and his family members bc itâs difficult to blame a 10 year old for why his#dad wonât fucking talk to him like a human being - not for lack of trying tho#so Itâs like moving forward theyâre making Damian snarky arrogant super loyal to Bruce and chalking the past up to his own failures and#wrong doings with ZERO mention of the adults in the situation unless itâs to say Bruce canât communicate but arenât we glad he saved Damian#from his nasty evil family. heâs so much better with us white folk instead#like Damian is a fave but I donât like shit written for him bc itâs so skewed from where we should be#but thats like comic book things the point is#u can Tell theyâve only watched supersons on Netflix and read tweets on Damian and Jon#they still say they hate the age up and donât know the age gap is exactly the damn same#which actually nobody on here is any better for that either
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the most dangerous part of having a pet au that u never seriously work on except think abt it to ur writing playlist as u drive is that. you develop it. and it gets better. and then you really really want to write it. and you're in danger
#laughs in 5 ongoing fics#to be fair. i started them in 2019 and have updated them only like twice#so my readers know i am very slow#however thats why i can only talk abt this on this blog. bc if those guys find out im indulging other ideas i will get#well. nothing. nobody talks to me and only like 5 people actively keep up with me#but i will disappoint those mutuals and have to commit seppuku#anyway its precisely bc the bnha ending was so milquetoast that i have evolved this stupid fic#ah yes the story abt the children suffering due to the wrongs of the adults and trying to fix or burn the world and dying for their parents#ends with... nothing changing#and in fact. the parents get redeemed where the children must die#however. a story where that happens AGain however the main weapon of the children against the system is the reanimated no1 hero?#yeah.......#children who are hurt and angry and have the power to do something serious about it is my fav shit. sorry#and u know who has to fix it all and burn it all down properly this time? the guy with severe issues.#fellas is it gay to fall in love with your best friend and rivals reanimated corpse who came back wrong#however its still the closest you'll ever get to having him back#but you cant tell him you love him bc he;s not the same. he's not the one you've always loved#and then loving him as the monster they turned him into feels wrong but you do it anyway#he died for the system you're upholding even if its wrong. what are you supposed to do#now he is literally destroying that same system. do you choose your boss or do you choose the guy that used to know u the best in the world#i havent decided yet. i got distracted by the tragedy#anyway th story is that our protagonist ends up in possession of the reanimated hero bc of a quirk mishap kind of#and to curb his aggression to anyone that isnt the protagonist . they get him to play league of legends#bc he can vent his violent tendencies without anyone actually getting harmed. and accidentally becomes a ranked player#he doesnt eat or sleep so all he does in the handful of hours the protagonist has to crash is absolutely wreck shit online#âhey can i come over and see our friend who came back wrong?â âno the sight of a human will send him into a kill spiral.#however you can play video games with him as long as u dont mind getting killed a million times."
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it's been 5 years since i graduated and i'm still haunted by a shitty soundcloud rap an ex friend made about me. not because anyone else knows about it, but because it was extremely cursed and cringy to the point where i would sacrifice a goat or some shit if it meant i could forget its existence
#ramblings#it was about the night where i was drunk as wellllllll#which was the first and *only* time i have actually been full on drunk#like i already think the guy is pathetic in many ways because he really couldnt take no for an answer ever#but oh my fucking shit making a soundcloud rap about it is on a whole new level wtf#i genuinely cant forget about it because whenever i am *this* close to forgetting it it pops back into my head again#like my brain just goes 'hey remember that shitty rap Redacted made about you lol' and my day is RUINED#please. nobody tell the guy that women have free will and are allowed to make decisions for themselves#or well. people perceived as women and girls#still cant get over that he only used my best friend's correct name and pronouns because he knew that i would not accept him using the wron#ones for my best friends and would end out friendship on the spot if he did. kinda makes me wish that i had decided to cut him off earlier#but hey at least he wasnt dumb enough to think he could talk shit about my best friend who has been in my life for over half of it...
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[REUPLOAD] skz + hands (and how they use them)
warnings: hand kink, sexual content (MDNI), fingering, oral (f receiving), squirting (hyunjin), putting that i mention jeongins church ring in here bc some people are religious n i aint tryna stir the pot
notes: a reupload from my previous blog !!
Chris : Man absolutely fingers you to the Gods. He's the type to know his hands drive you wild and he will absolutely use it to his advantage. That little 'Hall of Fame' move? Yeah - he's doing that shit to you under the dinner table when you join the boys for a night out. He's extremely good at using his hands to coax an orgasm out of you. (And you best bet he rubs over your clit with his thumb. Man is too experienced in fingering at this point. He knows all of your weak points.)
conclusion: uses his index and ring finger during sex + thumb for the clit <3 skilled enough to use one hand and make it amazing
Minho :Â He... *sigh.* I'm going to be that person and say that when he fingers you, you can feel the veins in his fingers. Not in a gross way - in a like, textured... ribbed-for-your-pleasure-dildo kind of way. His hands are soft - incredibly so - and because of how the blood pools in his hands any time he lowers them below his ribcage, you just feel it when he's kneeling over you and two fingers deep in your pussy. He'll use his free hand to touch and pinch at your clit though - he's a little too disoriented to use just one hand. But he loves the way his hand looks when he grabs at the plush of your thigh and the veins in his hand become more prominent the tighter he holds onto you, keeping you open for him.
conclusion: uses his middle and ring finger during sex, uses the opposite thumb for the clit <3 too eager to use one hand, gets messy and uses two
Changbin : He - Girl. He.. *sigh pt. 2* He's the type to not...? finger as much? But more, use his hands to spread your pussy open for him so he can shove his tongue as deep as possible into you. He's going to use his hands to hold your thighs apart (as if his broad ass shoulders dont push your thighs open enough) but he's going to do it specifically by putting his hands on the junction between your thighs and hips and splaying his fingers are far apart as he can. (also an ass grabber.)
conclusion: enjoys some good handfuls of ass while he eats you out
Hyunjin : Absolutely fingers you - but always does three instead of two because he's an overachiever. He's going to be fucking you with his fingers so hard that the fucking wet squelches that come from your pussy are NOTHING short of absolutely drop dead sinful. Y'both goin' to Hell for the way he destroys your pussy with his hand. Also, who cares about the clit. You're not even going to be worrying about that because you'll be too busy squirming and crying at the way he fucks you with his fingers.
conclusion: the type to fuck you with his hands so hard that you squirt. that's his end goal.
Jisung : Less of a finger-er, more of an eater. A grabber. Very grabby. He'll hoist your legs over his shoulders (mf is broad and nobody ever talks about it bc they're too focused on his waist) and slip his arms (which are again- big as FUCK) under your thighs so he can rest his hands on your abdomen. He likes feeling over your sides and tummy, maybe even reaching up to pinch your nipples and he's absolutely going to be just groping and kneading at your breasts when you start to squirm against his face.
conclusion: likes to grope and grab, knows you enjoy the feeling of his hands on your body.
Felix : Again, less of someone who fingers and moreso someone who eats. Man is hungry. Man needs that meal. Man - needs that meat. (LMAO SORRY) Anyway absolutely will grab at you while he eats you out. But unlike Ji where he's groping and grabbing and whatever - Felix will slap his hands on your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs, and then he'll lay there and eat - and knead at your skin while he does it. There is never a moment where his fingers aren't digging into the soft plush of your thighs and kneading the skin, pulling lightly on it and feeling how it bulges between his fingers. He's weak for it.
conclusion: thigh man 100%
Seungmin : The type to start by eating you out and letting you relax and think you're being taken care of but then slip his middle finger in and fuck you with it while he abuses you with his tongue. No warning, just a sudden intrusion that's definitely not unwelcome. Uses his free hand to pin your abdomen/hips down to the mattress so you can't move around too much. Also the type to absolutely bury his face in your pussy and try 'n get his tongue as deep into you as he possibly can. A messy eater.
conclusion: eats you out like you're his last meal but likes to keep you on your toes and wiggly. he thinks you're so cute.
Jeongin : We all know he's got pretty hands. (next to seungmo, imo.) So we know he's going to use his long fucking fingers to destroy your pussy. Definitely the type to use his middle and ring finger to fuck you, free hand splayed over your thigh to push it away from his head. You swear on God he's pushing at your cervix every time he goes knuckle deep and it makes you try to close your thighs but he refuses to let it happen and holds you open. Where Seungmin fucks you with his tongue and his fingers - Jeongin fucks you with his fingers and lets his mouth take care of your clit only. But his tongue is a topic for another time.Â
conclusion: certified clit sucker. has the longest fingers known to mankind and keeps his rosary ring ON while you fuck.
#skz imagine#skz x reader#stray kids x reader#skz smut#bangchan x reader#felix x reader#stray kids smut#changbin x reader#lee know x reader#Jeongin x reader#seungmin x reader#han x reader#Hyunjin x reader#hyunjin smut#bangchan smut#lee know smut#Changbin smut#han smut#Felix smut#seungmin smut#Jeongin smut
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run for your life
Mob!Bucky x ReaderÂ
Summary: He was away from the city for a while, chasing after some bastards who betrayed him. But the traitors were no longer breathing now and Bucky Barnes was finally able to come home to the city he ruled. Mostly, he was excited to come back and see his girl again. However when he got to the strip club where you worked as a waitress, he didnât find you there. They told him you didnât work there anymore. No one knew where you went, or why you left. Nobody even knew your real name. Now it was up to him to search the whole wide world to find a nameless girl â one he was obsessively, mindlessly in love with.Â
Themes: slight stalker!bucky, possessive!bucky, mild degrading kink, smut, FLUFF, opposite aesthetics, mild daddy kink (nicknames only), cosy little town vibesÂ
a/n: some fluffy mob!bucky to end the year <3 Thank you so much for always supporting my silly little fics. Merry Christmas my darlings, and happy New Year!! See you soon ;)
He didn't know where exactly he would end up locating you, but finding you in a cosy, small, coastal town in the south of France was not on his list.Â
You being the owner of a gourmet bakery was not on his list either. Bucky was confused, surprised, but mostly confused. How did this happen? At first, when Sam came to deliver him the news of your location that morning, Bucky didnât believe him. Had Sam not been Buckyâs oldest, most loyal friend Bucky wouldâve never believed him at all.Â
âIâm gonna need you to stop being a dumbass and go find this girl!â Sam, ever the voice of reason yelled at Bucky who had been drowning in his sorrows. âItâs been months, and I canât keep covering for your ass. I have my own shit to do, my own men to command.â He used that cool, authoritative voice of his. âPull yourself together, Buck. Go find her.âÂ
Sam was right. Of course he was. He always was. And it had really been months since that damned nightâŠÂ
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Bucky couldnât wait to get out of his plane the moment it landed. It was late at night, but the perfect time to go to the club. He had missed it. Well, not the whole club really. Bucky had missed you.Â
He had a⊠special connection with you. His girl. His only girl. His favourite girl.Â
This time, he thought, he would do whatever he can to solidify whatever was happening between the two of you. Maybe heâd even get you to go on a real date with him. Maybe that would lead to something more. He was smiling to himself just thinking about it.Â
He often thought back to the night you met. He was at the club after a long day of being the dark ruler he was. All he wanted was a drink and a pretty woman on his lap. Thatâs when he found you.Â
Right as he walked in, you caught his eye. Walking around serving drinks, wearing a little see-through red dress that brought every man you walked past to his knees.Â
Once he got to his booth, Bucky called you over. You walked towards him sheepishly.Â
âIâve never seen you around here before, beautiful.â He said, patting his thigh. He noticed the way you hesitated. Must be new, he thought.Â
You carefully perched on his lap, holding your empty metal tray to your chest. Bucky smirked as he looked at it, like you were putting a makeshift barrier between the two of you. When you remained quiet and squirmy, Bucky spoke up again.Â
âCome on, babygirl. Talk to me, itâs okay.â He whispered at his nuzzled your neck. âI donât bite. Unless you ask nicely, then I might.âÂ
His warm breath against your skin tickled. You chuckled as you pulled away to look at him. âUm, Iâm just a waitress. Iâm not supposed toâŠâ You trailed off. Both of you were aware of the no-contact âruleâ. But there was a natural, unexplainable spark there that neither of you could ignore.Â
âHmm,â His chest rumbled. âHow about we go somewhere private?â He whispered into your ear and noticed the way you shivered.Â
You hung your head, clutching your metal tray. âWaitresses arenât supposed to go into the VIP rooms, sir.â You said quietly, just loud enough for him to hear you above the sensual music.Â
Bucky smirked. Then leaned in and whispered, âI suppose I can bend the rules a little given I co-own the club.âÂ
You froze and went to stand up immediately, already apologising but he wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you on his lap.Â
âItâs okay, babygirl. Youâre not in trouble, I promise.âÂ
The two of you ended up in one of the VIP rooms. Nothing happened, you just kissed and talked and kissed some more. Bucky promised to come back. And he did. For months. Again and again and each time he did, you were drawn to him like he was gravity from the very moment he walked into the room.Â
And that night he landed after being away for weeks, he expected you to run right into his arms the moment heâd enter the club like you always did. He even got you a nice little gift to make up for the time that heâd been away. It was a rare, red diamond choker. He could already imagine how it would look around your neck. Like a brand. His.Â
But then he got to the club. And he noticed everyone was avoiding his eyes almost anxiously. And his girl was nowhere to be seen. He searched for you in the main area for a while, then even searched the VIP rooms, vowing to commit horrible crimes if he ever found you in there with another man.Â
But no.Â
He called Sam, who co-owned the club, and Sam had no idea who he was talking about. Bucky asked the staff members, and one bartender finally told him that youâd resigned a few weeks ago. And no one knew where you went. He asked for your full name, but no one knew that either.Â
Not even Sam. âI didnât even know we had a new waitress, Buck. I have more important shit to worry about.â Heâd said, adding to the burning sensation in Buckyâs chest.Â
âShe left me.âÂ
Sam had no idea what his best friend was babbling about. And during the many months that followed, Bucky was a mess. A mess like Sam had never seen before. Frantically scanning country after country, searching for a girl with no name. He was in love, and he wasnât giving up. He would find his girl come what may.Â
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But now Bucky knew where you were.Â
And he was more confused than ever. He had even more questions.Â
Bucky spent a whole week in that little town. Watching you, learning your routine, observing and questioning. He disguised himself as a local and always kept his distance even though his hands itched to touch you.Â
At first he was bothered by how you were fine with living the same day everyday. Your routine seemed boring at first, but the more he watched, the more he realised it was sort of therapeutic. The normality of it all.Â
He rented an apartment on the other side of the street from your bakery, and he spent hours watching you.Â
You lived right above the bakery. A quaint apartment, with flower pots all around the french windows. Sometimes when you forgot to turn the lights off at night, Bucky spent the whole night spying on you, counting your breaths as you slept on your couch in front of the TV.Â
Youâd wake up at the crack of dawn, then youâd feed your dogs. He noticed you had two. Lazy, both of them. Then youâd get downstairs and within half an hour, the cool air that entered his apartment carried the smell of the sea and baked goods.Â
All he wanted was to cross the cobblestone street and drag you to his bed, demand answers while fucking some sense into you. But the more he watched you, the more his anger diminished. Temporarily.Â
The genuine smile on your face as you served your loyal customers all day, especially the ones who always came early in the morning on their way to work. The occasional sound of your voice or your laughter that slipped past whenever someone didnât close the door right. The sound of children squealing and laughing whenever you gave away leftover baked goods or donuts in the evenings. How you knew almost everyone by name. How sometimes you invited neighbours over for wine nights. How you went on little walks in late, cool evenings, forcing your lazy pets to walk but then ending up having to carry them on the way back. They were spoiled, he realised. He hated to admit that he was jealous of the damned dogs who got so much of your attention while he starved for it.Â
He wasnât angry by the end of that first week of spying, he was just hurting. How dare you live a whole new life without him? How dare you laugh and seem like you donât miss him? Heâd just spent months looking for you and here you were, just going about your day like you didnât care? Like none of those nights youâd spent together mattered?Â
Meanwhile he was shaking just reminiscing the way your touch felt across his skin. He remembered the first time the two of you crossed that line in one of the VIP roomsâŠ
You were wearing that red dress again. Fucking tease, he hissed each time you moved or squirmed on his lap.Â
âBaby, please,â He groaned. âJust⊠let me touch you. Daddy will make you feel good, so good babygirl, I promise.â He pleaded, hands caressing your soft, warm thighs.Â
You shook your head, popping another one of those chocolates he brought you into your mouth and sucking your fingers after. Torturing him.Â
âWe canât,â You insisted, with nothing but mischief in your eyes as you looked at him. âYou made these rules yourself, remember?â You chuckled when he groaned again when you straddled him properly.Â
âI donât give a shit about rules.â He hissed, nuzzling your neck. Slowly, he kissed up and down your neck. âI just wanna taste you. Thatâs it. Just a taste.âÂ
Thatâs how he found himself on his knees, face in between your thighs. His skilled tongue making you whine and whimper as you tugged on his hair. Bucky hummed in appreciation the more he tasted you.Â
âCome on daddyâs face, babyâŠâÂ
Thatâs it.Â
Bucky decided he would go see you the next morning. He would drag you back home if he had to, but he wouldnât spend another day without you. Who did you think you were? No one just tosses him aside like this. Heâd remind you who he was and then youâd both go home right away.Â
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Bucky woke up to a thunderstorm. Weather around here was unpredictable. He got out of bed and immediately looked outside to find your bakery empty. No customers in sight because of the heavy rain, lightning and thunder. The golden light was on though.Â
He decided it was time to go have a talk with you. He promised not to lose his temper. He would go in there calmly, talk it out with you. Ask you what the fuck you are doing here, and then heâd take you home.Â
But that ended up not happening.Â
Bucky crossed the slippery cobblestone street, walked into your comforting, sweet smelling bakery and froze. He froze right there at the entrance.Â
As did you. Standing there behind the wooden counter, oven mittens in your hand and apron in another, you stared at Bucky with nothing but pure shock and surprise on your face. A thousand thoughts, mainly questions, crossed your mind.Â
What is he doing here? How did he find you? Why is he dressed casually like a local, wearing soft colours instead of his usual suits? How long has he been here? What is he doing here?Â
You let out a little gasp. âBucky?âÂ
Wrong move, apparently. Because his demeanour changed in a nanosecond. His calm and collected-ness was forgotten instantly. Jaws clenched, with a murderous look in his eyes, he walked closer, more like charged at you, and around the counter before you could even get a word out.Â
He had you pinned to the nearest wall before you could process it all. Knocking down a framed picture in the process. Towering above you, he looked like he was beyond pissed.Â
âBucky, Iâ,âÂ
âShut up.â He hissed, voice cold with bitterness and anger. He watched how you shivered when he pinned your wrists to the wall on either side of your head. âShut the fuck up.âÂ
He leaned closer, chest pressing against yours leaving no space in between. He closed his eyes and sighed for a moment, trying his hardest to see reason but he was angry. So angry he couldnât think.Â
âWho the fuck do you think you are?â He spoke with such a low voice that you trembled against him, causing him to tighten his grip around your wrists, surely bruising them. You didnât care.Â
You winced, âI can explain.â Fuck, youâd missed him too. It had been months since you last saw him. He was just as handsome as you remembered. His hair was a little longer now, his beard a little thicker. But he made your heart race just the same. âPlease Bucky,â You whispered, âlet me explain everything to you.âÂ
âNo.â He growled before pressing his mouth to yours, angrily. Like he wanted his kiss to hurt. And it did.Â
His rough facial hair scratched your skin, his teeth nibbled on and bit your lips. His hands damn near crushed your wrists in his strong grip. And he didnât give you even the briefest second to breathe. He kissed you just like how he imagined he would do once he found you. Ravenously. Pouring everything he felt into it. Desperation, anger, hurt, obsession. He couldnât get enough.Â
âBuckyâŠâ You gasped against his lips when he finally pulled away. Breathing fast, you tried to get a look at him but he just seemed even more angry.Â
âTurn around,â He mumbled, forcing you to turn around anyway. Fuck, the sight of you in that long, flowy, sundress was doing things to him. He was never this bothered when you used to parade around in your little see-through dresses, but somehow the sight of you in this pink, floral dress was making him act like a caveman.Â
His movements were rash and angry. He almost tore your dress off of you while he shoved his rough hand in between your legs and touched you where you desperately wanted him to. You whined and trembled against the cool wall when he slid a finger in, fucking you with it while he hissed into your ear.Â
âI should punish you for what you did to me,â His deep voice made his chest rumble against your back. âI should tie you up and fuck you however I want.âÂ
Your dress was partially off, bunched and only hanging on around your waist. Being so dishevelled made this even dirtier. You were moaning by now, hoping the heavy rain would blur your actions from anyone who walked by the shop. Or god forbid, walk in.Â
âHow dare you think you can just leave me?â He demanded, sliding another finger inside you and making your body come alive.Â
You were embarrassingly wet at this point, and the sounds your body made as he finger-fucked you were lewd. But you couldnât get enough.Â
More, more, more. You mentally chanted.Â
Bucky wasnât having the silent treatment, so he smacked your thigh to get your attention. You yelped. Your skin stung as he smacked it again, on the same spot. Harder this time. You cried out even louder as he kept taunting you. âAnswer me, you fucking brat!â His lips brushed against the back of your neck as he spoke. âWhy did you leave me?âÂ
You cried as he kept fucking you with his fingers you even as you came. His fingers sliding in and out with ease now. The sounds you made were wanton. âYou⊠you left first.â You tried to argue. But failed miserably.Â
He chuckled in that dark and dangerous way of his. âI left for work.â He said, âAnd I promised you Iâd be back.â He reached deeper inside you, curling his fingers just enough to make you mutter incoherent things. âWhy didnât you wait for me?âÂ
âPlease, please, pleaseâŠâ You begged. âPlease I need to come, Bucky please.âÂ
âOh?â He chuckled again, slowing down his movements purposely. âNo one touched you, huh?â He playfully bit on your exposed shoulder. âYouâre so fucking wet itâs dripping down my hand, babygirl.â He boasted. âIs it because no one has touched you these past few months? Hmm?âÂ
âYesâŠâ You had tears streaming down your face, and you nodded breathlessly. âPleaseâŠâÂ
But instead of making you come all over his fingers, Bucky pulled away for a brief moment. You couldnât see him, but you could hear him undoing his trousers. And moments later, he was rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds. You shivered in pleasure.
âIâm gonna teach you what happens to people who think they can run from me, babygirl.â He growled as he pushed his cock into you, making you cry out loud as he stretched you out.Â
After months of not having him, right now he felt huge inside you. Just like that, memories of nights spent with him came flooding back in. You moaned as his fingers found your clit again, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts.Â
His hand gripped you by the hips, holding you against him as he sped up into you, fucking you like he hated you. Like it was punishment. He dipped his head into the crook of your neck and licked, and bit on your skin as he fucked into you relentlessly, earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls.
âDid you think Iâd never find you?â He asked, fucking into you. âI bet you thought youâd gotten rid of me, hmm?âÂ
Youâd missed him too. He could tell by the way you were starting to clench around him already. Bucky nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was how good he felt inside you.Â
âSee, it didnât have to be like this, babyâŠâ he mumbled angrily against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, âI could be nice and gentle with your body, but you just had to be a fucking brat and leave me with no warning.â He spat, growling in your ear as he pounded into you, your chest slamming into the wall with each thrust. It hurt in the best way.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, baby,â He moaned against your ear and the sound sent shivers down your back. Your legs started to shake as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly.
The pleasure, the pain, the heat of him⊠was too much and you couldnât hold back anymore.Â
âBuckyâ,â You choked on your words as you came undone, walls clenching around him, and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. It was almost blinding.Â
His thrusts became irregular as he came right after you did, cock throbbing against your pulsating walls, moaning out loud when he felt your walls pulsating violently around him. âFuck, fuck, fuck,â He came while biting down hard on your shoulder. So hard that even you cried out, still coming down from your high as you felt him spill deep inside you.Â
That bite on your shoulder hurt. And like a chain reaction, everything began to hurt. Having him here hurt. Memories of being with him in the city, in the dark rooms of that club hurt. Realising how fast your life changed hurt.Â
You didnât realise you were sobbing quietly until you heard Bucky apologising profusely. Suddenly no longer angry. No longer feeling betrayed.Â
âFuck, baby. Iâm so sorry.â He kissed that sore spot softly, his bite mark on your shoulder repeatedly as he wrapped his arms around you, securing you in the comfort of his embrace. âI donât know what came over me, babygirl. Iâm so sorry, please look at me. Hey, hey,â He pulled away and turned you so you faced him, still with tears in your eyes. âBabygirl, Iâm so sorry.â He whispered, wiping your tears away, then kissing your face repeatedly.Â
You remained like that for a few minutes. Arms wrapped around one another, standing there against that wall while it rained like hell outside. Bucky didnât stop apologising.Â
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have been an animal like this with you, Iâ,âÂ
You cut him off finally, âShh, itâs okay.â You pulled away from his warm chest to look up at him. âI needed this.â You said, sniffling as you gently cupped his rough cheek, caressing his face with your thumb. âI needed you like this.âÂ
He just hugged you close again, kissing the top of your head. âIâm sorry.â He apologised one final time. âIâll listen, I promise. Iâll listen to whatever you have to say.âÂ
You smiled faintly at him. âThen I should lock up down here and we can go upstairs. I donât want to scare my neighbours by risking them finding us like this.â You looked down at your partially torn dress and Buckyâs unbuttoned trousers.Â
Much to your surprise, Bucky said, âYou go ahead, Iâll close and lock up.âÂ
You frowned at him even as you desperately tried to get the top of your sundress to cover your chest. âYou wouldnât know how toâŠâ You trailed off as realisation set in. He was a calculated, smart man. He didnât just apparate on your doorstep with no planning. âYouâve been watching me.â You stated, raising an eyebrow at him.Â
Bucky gave you a rare, guilty look.Â
You sighed and shook your head. âI guess I chose this life by getting involved with you.â You gave him a faint smile. âAlright then, lock it. Leave the key in the little basket by the door.â You started walking towards the stairs, then turned around again and said, âMake sure the windows are properly locked too, because of the rain and stuff.âÂ
âYes maâam,â Bucky nodded.
You smirked at him.Â
With that you took the stairs and Bucky watched you go with a fond smile on his face. No one ever ordered him around. He hated it. But coming from you, he quite liked it.Â
Bucky chuckled at himself because never in his life had he ever imagined he would one day be closing up a bakery in a small town, all for the woman heâs obsessively in love with. But he didnât mind it one bit.Â
After following your instructions and double checking the windows, he made his way upstairs as well. Again, he didnât know what he expected your place to look like â and all that spying only allowed him glimpses of your apartment â but he never expected your space to look soâŠÂ
Pink. With occasional gold accents. Pale pink couch, the one you often fell asleep on while watching TV, and fluffy white pillows and rugs to go with. Paintings hanging on even paler pink walls. The kitchen he couldnât quite see but he assumed itâd have to be all white. Pink dog beds, with fluffy balls of brown fur sleeping on them â wearing pink collars no less.Â
He couldnât see your bedroom from the living room given the door was closed but given the pink, fluffy robe and socks you wore he could imagine just how pink it must be.Â
âItâs so girly.â He commented, as if surprised. Maybe he was a little. After all, he knew you as the seductive goddess he met almost every night at the club. He never realised that it was all just a show, that it was all just a persona at work. In a way, stepping into your space felt so intimate. He liked it.Â
You chuckled. âCoquette, please.â You corrected as you handed him a glass of red wine while he took a seat beside you. He did look a little out of place in your apartment, a dark and broody man like him. But then again, he was here and thatâs all that mattered.Â
He turned to look at you and couldnât resist holding your hand and pulling you onto his lap again. âCome here,â He said, âIâve missed you.âÂ
As you straddled his lap, your robe exposed some of your shoulder and Bucky saw the very noticeable bite mark he left on you. He grimaced when he saw it. He placed his wine glass to the side and traced the bite mark with his thumb carefully.Â
âIâm sorry, babygirl.â He whispered, leaning in to nuzzle your neck and kiss the bite mark. And breathe in your scent. Fuck, heâd missed it so much. âYou smell a little different. Fruitier.âÂ
You giggled when his hair tickled your skin. âI made blueberry compote earlier this morning. Perhaps thatâs why.âÂ
You could feel him smiling against your skin. Then he pulled away to look at you. His hands shamelessly slid under your robe, eager to touch your skin. Relishing it this time, not in a feral hurry like he was earlier. He seemed visibly calmer too.Â
âWe used to spend hours like this at the club, remember?â He spoke, and immediately you were overwhelmed with nostalgia.Â
Hours, days, weeks, months. Some days back then you would wake up in the morning already excited to see Bucky in the evening. And it wasnât because it was all sexual. So many nights all you two did was drink, laugh and talk about everything. He once told you that apart from Sam, you were his only real friend.Â
Bucky kissed you, breaking you out of your reverie surely thinking of the past as well. It was a slow, gentle kiss. It was consuming you. His hands caressed your thighs which were still a little sore from earlier. You winced in pain when he massaged the spot where he spanked you.Â
Bucky pulled away from the kiss, apologising again as he kissed down your chin. âIâm sorry, babygirl.âÂ
You smiled at him after taking a sip of your wine. âStop pretending as if we were always vanilla or that this is scandalous in any way shape or form.â You chuckled as you leaned in to whisper in his ear, âWe both know this was nothing compared to how we used to be.âÂ
Bucky smiled, a little sadly. âI missed you.â He repeated. âTell me,â He said, âTell me everything.âÂ
You finished your wine. âWhat do you want to know?âÂ
âWhy did you start working at the club?â He caught the look of sadness that suddenly appeared on your face upon hearing the question.
âI⊠I had to drop out of uni because my grandparents fell sick.â You explained. âMom and dad were travelling for work at the time, and I was the only one who could take care of grandma and grandpa. The treatments and all ended up costing a little more than what we had so I needed a job that paid well, I also needed one that would allow me to be flexible with my time so I could take care of my grandparents.âÂ
Bucky nodded, âHence the club.âÂ
You nodded in confirmation.Â
âYour parents never intervened? So you could finish your education?â He questioned.Â
âNo.â You said, almost emotionless. âWhen they found out what I was doing, where I was working to earn the extra money we needed⊠they kind of disowned me. And vowed to never talk to me again.â You chuckled, humourlessly.Â
âThey donât deserve you.â Bucky said quickly, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you close. âYou were so brave baby, I wish you wouldâve told me all of this.âÂ
You slid your fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp gently. âYou were already taking care of me.â You said, âYou mended my heart a little each night when I saw you.âÂ
âI wish I couldâve done more.â He kissed along your collarbones, then froze again as if he remembered something. âI almost forgot,â He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a sleek black box. âI got you something.â Then clarified, âWell, I got you this months ago. I wouldâve given it to you had you not run away from me.âÂ
You rolled your eyes at him, âI didnât run from you, Iâ,âÂ
He cut you off with a finger on your lips. âTell me about that part in a minute,â He opened the slender black box to reveal the red diamond choker inside. âI had this made for you.â He watched your face intently.Â
âBuckyâŠâ You hesitantly reached for it, running your fingers over the beauty of it. It was a simple design. Elegant, timeless. Way too expensive. âI canât take this,â You began protesting, âItâs too much.âÂ
Bucky made a face and said, âOh shut up.â He was already clasping it around your neck before you could protest any further. âItâs a gift from daddy,â He whispered against the corner of your lips. âYou deserve it, babygirl.âÂ
When he pulled away to look at you, his heart almost broke again at the sight of the tears in your eyes.Â
âWhat is it?â He asked, wiping your tears away for the second time today. âIs it that ugly?âÂ
You laughed through the tears. âNo, itâs the prettiest thing I own.â You sniffled. âThe only piece of real jewellery in fact.â You leaned in and kissed his cheek. âThank you.âÂ
âRemind me to get you a whole collection.â Bucky pulled you closer and kissed you deeply.Â
Then it turned into something more and by the time the afternoon rolled around, the two of you had lost count how many times youâd made love on your pink couch. Slow touches and cuddles, and soft kisses always resulted in the two of you fucking again.Â
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In the late afternoon, while snacking on random things Bucky realised you still hadnât explained how you ended up here.Â
âGrandma and grandpaâs bakery.â You explained, watching the rain pour outside. âThey left it to me. They died within weeks of each other,â You said with a melancholic smile on your face, âI always knew that would happen. They loved each other too much to live without one another for too long.âÂ
You turned to look at Bucky who pulled you onto his lap again and held you as tightly as possible. You werenât crying this time, but being held felt nice.Â
You continued, âI had funerals to plan, I had to pack up my life and move all the way here, I had to take on the responsibility of the bakery and renovate this apartment. And you were already gone at the time soâŠâ You sighed. âI didnât know if I should leave a note or not. I didnât know if you were actually coming back orâ,âÂ
âI would never abandon you. I thought you knew that.â Bucky said, a little annoyed at that. âI made you a promise, did you notâ,âÂ
You couldnât help but argue, âYeah well, I didnât know if what we had was real enough for you to come back to.âÂ
Bucky frowned. âBabyâŠâÂ
You gave him a small smile, and pressed your forehead against his, rubbing your noses together. âI know now. It is.âÂ
When you finally pulled away from his addicting embrace you said, âIâm gonna get started on dinner. You can shower in there,â You pointed at your bedroom door as you got up from the couch. Bucky tried to grab you again but you pulled away laughing. âThe weather is clearing up, we can have dinner outside on the patio.âÂ
You threw him a wink and made your way into the kitchen.Â
Bucky finally got up and walked into your bedroom. Just as he imagined, the place was all white, gold, and pink. He actually laughed when he walked into the bathroom and found it pale pink as well. Heâd grown to love it too by now.Â
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You were busy at the stove, making your best seafood pasta, when you felt strong arms wrapping around you from behind.Â
âHowâd you like my bedroom?â You asked, smirking already as you pictured him in your very girly space.Â
âItâs very pink. The bed looks comfy,â He whispered into your ear, âIâm gonna fuck you in it later.âÂ
You chuckled and passed him another glass of wine. As you turned to face him again, you couldnât help but laugh out loud. There he was, one of the scariest men you knew, standing in your grandma-core kitchen, wearing a fluffy white robe with pink clouds on it.Â
Bucky rolled his eyes, âOh donât comment on it. I can already hear Sam laughing his ass off and heâs not even here.âÂ
You laughed even harder before you kissed his cheek. âIt suits you.â You said. Then you handed him a couple of plates and pointed at the patio which could be seen from the kitchen window, âCan you set the table?âÂ
He finished his wine and then mumbled on his way out like a grumpy old man, âFirst close the bakery, now set the table,â He shouted from outside, âYou know, if this whole thing was your elaborate plan to hire me as your domestic helper, you couldâve just asked, babygirl.âÂ
You laughed at him from inside the kitchen. You shook your head as you watched him. Wearing your fluffy robe, setting the small table on your patio. The view of the ocean from that patio was to die for, and the setting sun was just sublime. The golden lights youâd hung above the cute little dining area added to the cosy atmosphere. Now with the weather a lot nicer than it was hours ago, you could hear the small town coming alive again. Voice and laughter, children cycling down the cobblestone.Â
And Bucky. Bucky was here too. Winking at you from the patio. And you thought your life had ended when your parents disowned you. You scoffed at the thought. Then you thanked whatever god was listening for bringing Bucky back to you.Â
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During dinner, Bucky filled you in on what he was up to while you were gone. And you did the same. One bottle of wine turned into two, then you and Bucky laughed at random things while you did the dishes.Â
Then you found yourselves in your bed. And like he promised, Bucky made love to you there as well.Â
His muscular body hovered above yours. He looked down at you with nothing but love and desire in his eyes as you undid the ridiculous robe to let his cock out. He was hard already.Â
âThink I like you a lot in this robe.â You teased.Â
Bucky laughed before leaning in for a kiss again. He nibbled along your skin, from your mouth to your neck as he parted your legs and slid into you. Â
You gasped as your walls welcomed him perfectly. He was nice and snug inside you, stretching you out in a way that had you whining and whimpering under him in no time.Â
Bucky laced your fingers together and pinned both your hands above your head on your pink covers as he sped up into you. Your eyes rolled back once he started moving in and out of you. Taking his sweet time, loving the way his warm skin rubbed against yours.Â
He leaned in and kissed your lips again, groaning and panting against your lips as he fucked you slowly. âI love you.â He breathed against your mouth. âSo fucking much.â He kissed along your skin and moaned into your ear as he sped up. âIâm sorry it took me so long to say it.âÂ
âOh Buck,â You smiled up at him, âI love you.âÂ
âYouâre mine.â He whispered, leaning down to kiss you as he made you come again.Â
âAnd youâre mine.âÂ
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You woke up some time in the middle of the night, thirsty after all that wine from earlier. But the moment you sat up to get out of bed, Bucky woke up too. Asking in his groggy voice, which you had never heard before but concluded that it was kind of hot, âWhere are you going? What is it?âÂ
You smiled and kissed his forehead while getting out of bed, âJust thirsty. Iâll be right back.âÂ
Bucky got up after you, getting out of bed as well. âIâm coming too.â He said, âI worry this girly room might engulf me if you leave me here alone.â He joked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he followed you out and into the kitchen.Â
Truth is, he didnât want to be apart from you for even a second.Â
You handed him a glass of cold water while you put some water to boil to make tea. Some green tea should put the two of you right back to sleep, you thought.Â
So there you were in your cosy kitchen, wrapped in a soft blanket. Bucky leaned against the counter watching you. He was shirtless, just in some white, cotton pyjama pants that you lent him. They didnât fit him at all but something about him in your clothes made him seem adorable.Â
You were both quiet. But you could feel Bucky thinking. He looked like he was trying to find the right way to ask you something. You didnât know what. But he had that little frown on his forehead. You wanted to kiss it away.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked.Â
Bucky avoided your eyes, choosing to stare at the floor instead as he asked, âDo you think⊠I mean, would you ever come back home?âÂ
Ah. The few moments of silence which followed were heavy. You didnât like how that question put some kind of metaphorical distance between the two of you.Â
So you took a few steps and leaned into him. You placed your hands on his muscular, toned chest and said, âThis is home, for me.â You gave him the truth. âThat city was never home now that I think about it.â You smiled faintly, âThe only good part was you.âÂ
Bucky nodded. âSo,â He began, then stopped to clear his throat and spoke again, âYou wonât ever leave this place?âÂ
You slid your hands up across his skin, feeling the warm, strong muscles underneath your palm. You traced his collar bones, then his neck and finally cupped his face in your hands. He wrapped his arms loosely around your middle.Â
âI love it here, Bucky.â You stated. âItâs quiet, and peaceful. It looks boring at first but itâs what Iâve always wanted.â You said. âPlus my grandparents left me this, itâs all I have of them.â You paused for a while, hating that look of hurt in his ocean blue eyes. âI wonât leave. This is my home now.âÂ
Bucky was quiet. Even his breathing was slow.Â
You let go of him, took a step back and said, âMaybe you should head back.â It felt like the words sliced you from the inside. It hurt to even utter them. âYou have a life there.â You gave him a sad smile. Followed by a faint chuckle. âUnless you want to take up fishing then Iâm afraid thereâs nothing for you here.âÂ
He scoffed. âThereâs you.â He said as if that was more than enough.Â
âBucky.â You warned.Â
He shook his head, then reached for his phone which heâd forgotten in the kitchen earlier tonight. âSam will probably fly out here to beat me up when I tell him.â He spoke, none of what he said made sense to you though.
âWhat are youâ,â
âAnd heâll have to work twice as much. But heâll do great, I know. Heâs Sam after all, strongest man I know.â Bucky carried on, ignoring your questions as he typed away on his phone. âIâll do as much as I can from here, maybe fly back to the city once or twice a year to show my face.âÂ
âBucky,â You warned again, âWhat are you talkingâ,âÂ
Bucky continued, cutting you off each time you tried to get a word in. âIâll have to call my people, actually I have a lot of phone calls to make ifâ,âÂ
You cut him off this time, stepping closer to him again and grabbing him by his broad shoulders. âWhat are you talking about?âÂ
Bucky gave you a lovesick smile. âWell if youâre not going back to the city, neither am I.â He answered. You froze. He continued. âIâll have to buy us a bigger home somewhere around here. Weâll keep the apartment and bakery of course, but maybe we could use some staff to help with maintenance and to keep the bakery running.âÂ
He made a mental, makeshift plan while you had silent tears streaming down your face.Â
He continued, âWeâll get you back in uni, whichever one you want and whichever offers distance learning because thereâs no way Iâm letting you live on some campus away from me.â He paused, then said, âIâll have to actually take up fishing. Maybe Iâll buy a few boats, you know I always wanted to be a yacht broker.â He sounded almost⊠hopeful. âRetirement sounds nice.âÂ
You sniffled. âBuckâŠâÂ
Bucky kept talking while he gently caressed your back. âIâll have to learn French,â He groaned, âAt this grown age.â He added. âIâll have to know what's a chocolate croissant and whatâs a pain au chocolat if I want to occasionally help out with the bakery. I canât be uncultured while my wife is this connoisseur, you know? The locals will laugh at me.âÂ
âWife?â You questioned through tears and a faint, barely there smile.Â
He rolled his eyes. âBaby, Iâm wearing your clothes, sleeping in your girly room, eating off of your floral plates.â He explained, âIf you donât marry me, I will lose my reputation.â He joked.Â
You laughed, and sobbed as you threw your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as you could.Â
âYou donât have to do this.â You spoke through tears. Your heart felt so full, you didnât know how to handle a man like Bucky changing the course of his life for you. All for you.Â
Bucky hugged you back, kissing the top of your head. âI want to.â He said, âI have to. Otherwise youâll run away again.â He teased.Â
You laughed quietly. âI wonât.â You said firmly.Â
âGood,â He sighed, squeezing you tightly in his arms before letting go. âNow I have to tell Sam.â He looked genuinely worried.Â
You giggled, then leaned in to kiss his cheek. âTell him in the morning.â You whispered, your hands already trailing down to the waistband of the pyjama pants.Â
Bucky chuckled before leaning in to kiss you, deeply. âOkay baby,â He whispered, forgetting everything else as he got lost in you all over again.Â
He made love to you right there in the kitchen, sliding in between your legs as you sat on the edge of the counter. Slow and gentle. Kissing you softly, making a mess of you as he made you come over and over and over again. Whispering against your heated skin, your wet, open mouth, âYouâre mineâŠâÂ
âAll yours,â You answered, holding him tightly. Your nails scratching down his back, your skin burning in all the best ways as his beard scratched it each time he kissed you.Â
This time, he made you a different promise.Â
âIf you chose to run again, you better run for your life and pray I never find you, babygirlâŠâ He whispered into your ear as he slid inside you again. His cock made it hard for you to focus on anything else but you tried your hardest to hear him out. âBecause I wonât be this kind if I ever have to hunt for you again.âÂ
You laughed, but ended up moaning as he bit down on your other shoulder this time. Marking you as his again.
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eddie âmonstercockâ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.
tw: sexual content 18+ minors dni, size kink, oral m receiving, piv sex, praise kink, dirty talk, general debauchery. for my love @raccoonboywrites
and, listen, youâre not a size queen at all. donât care much for how big or small a cock is so long as whoever itâs attached to knows how to use it. but you gasp out loud once you get your fingers dig under eddieâs waistband, pulling the offending material down to let his length spring out.
itâs enough to shock you back into the room, watching as the thick weight of it slaps against eddieâs tummy, the way it curves into his navel. heâs wet, leaking at the head and matting down the pretty swirls of black hair that lead a trail down, down, down.
heâs rumpled against your bed frame, slumped down with his shirt rucked up his tummy. the prettiest pink flush spreading across his cheeks, tinging his ears and dipping as low as his collar. youâre willing to bet his chest is blotched with the lovely rosy colour, too. he grips aimlessly at your comforter, wide eyes watching your every move; tracing every hitch of your breath.
you wrap your hand around the base â purposely ignoring the pathetic little whine eddie makes, because jesus now isnât the time to think too much about that â and you moan despite yourself when your hand doesnât even wrap fully around the girth of it, dwarfing your fingers and palm.
âyouâ youâre so big, oh my god,â your voice catches at the end, desperate and dampened by your own desire for it. you lean forward, hot breath ghosting over him, tugging his foreskin back just enough for the head to pop out, shiny and reddening with need, âyou couldâve at least warned me you were packing a python down there, fuck.â
âoh shit, really? i thought it was averâ holy fuck, you donât have toââ heâs bug eyed, eyebrows shooting under his fringe as you mouth at the head, determined and eager to get a taste of him. uncut, heavy on your tongue, the heady splash of precum blurting out to coat your tastebuds.
eddieâs knees kick up a little as you mouth greedily at his tip, pointing your tongue to run in circles around the glans on the underside. you smirk despite yourself, getting a kick out of it when eddie goes a little cross eyed, burying a ringed hand into your hair.
you indulge yourself, feeling the weight of him in your mouth as you sink lower, just far back enough as to not trigger your gag reflex. your lips wrapping around his hot flesh, suckling softly, reveling in each blurt of pearlescent release that drips onto your tongue.
âbaby, sweetheart â fuck,â eddie gasps, breath shuddery, lightly pulling at your tresses to test the water. his mouth falling open into a quiet moan when your eyes flutter at the feeling, âyâcan- yâcan take more, right? sânot⊠sânot that big.â
your jaw cracks under what of him youâve fit in, which truthfully isnât much. despite your efforts, thereâs still a good three inches of eddieâs cock left untouched by hand or mouth, and you really have to wonder if heâs that clueless of his size. you pull off with a wet pop, strings of saliva keeping you connected to him as you stare up with wet orbs.
âeddie, youâre huge.â your voice is wrecked, butterflies swirling in your tummy as you make eye contact with him once again. you flush under his debauched gaze, "iâ shit. nobody's ever told you before?"
eddie shrugs, considers for a moment. you don't think he's aware of the fact he's holding you in place with his hand, gripping your hair just enough to keep you still, hovering over his dick just close enough that if he wanted to, he could push you back down, get your mouth back on him.
though, thatâs clearly not what he wants. because, heâs slipping the hand from your hair, doing this kind of awkward dance as he lays you out where he wants you.
you end up on your back, thighs spread wide as eddie slots between them, mouthing hotly at your neck. his fingers graze along your flushed skin, dance on your hipbone, across your pelvis. dips those godforsaken fingers into your panties, carelessly fumbling over your sopping wet pussy.
âthis is okay, right?â
âitâs all okay, eddie. anything you want.â
"notâ not even touched you yet and you're already this wet?" eddie's voice is a low timbre against your skin, has you arching up into his touch with a soft little moan. he sounds shocked, no heat or teasing in his words.
"can't help it," you gasp, exhaling shakily when eddie swipes two fingers over your clit deftly, unable to hide his smile at how receptive you are, "feeling the size of you in my hand â my mouth, god. would've let you choke me with it, would've thanked you."
eddie buries his face into your cleavage, poorly concealing a choked whine. he's skillful with his fingers, working you over fast despite how much your words are clearly affecting him.
your hips rock in short little circles, fingers sinking into eddie's hair, tugging lightly at the nape of his neck. you whine, body set alight with the feeling of calloused fingers grazing the small bundle of nerves.
he's biting you, brandishing you with little blooming bruises, and with the noise he makes against your damp skin you'd think it was him getting touched like this, him hurtling towards the edge.
you're so wet that the slick noises of eddie's fingers on your pussy are deafening in your ears, causing your back to prickle with heat, tummy winding tight.
the hot, heavy flesh of his cock presses against your inner thigh, shocking loud moans from you both at the same time. you arch up into his touch, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body.
"iâ you're making me cum," you gasp breathily, a static feeling warming your body, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you grapple for eddie's hair once more, tugging with a ferocity as your release washes over you.
it's. something. you feel like you're fucking floating, and eddie keeps swirling his fingers perfectly, whispering little shocked praises and keening into your rough pulling as he wrings you out.
once eddie's sure you're done with the aftershocks of your orgasm, he hazards pushing two fingers into your soaked cunt, and you're practically shooting away with overstimulation. crying out, somehow swivelling your hips and pushing down onto his fingers further once the shock wears off.
"you're a shit," you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, "god, might've known your dick was gonna be big, fuckin' size of your fingers."
"wasâ was that good for you? can i, shit can i?" eddie's desperate, rutting the thick outline of his cock against your thigh. he's never stopped fucking leaking, soaking your leg in milky precum and allowing the slip and slide to feel good.
you nod, shaky hands tilting his head up so you can finally, finally, get your mouth on his. eddie's whole body presses flush against yours, his hand coming out to stabilise himself so he doesn't crush you, and fuck.
it's so charged, like he can't stilt his emotions as he snakes his tongue into your mouth, lapping at your own wetly. it's probably disgusting, doesn't feel like it though â you'd swallow his spit happily, whenever he wanted, if it meant he kept making you feel like this.
eddie's shaky hand fumbles for the base of his cock as you continue kissing, positioning himself so that he's nestled prettily between your legs. the kisses turn languid, and he almost sounds pained when he next speaks, "s-sorry. if it, if it hurts."
"let it hurt, i want it to," your demeanor falters a little, turning doe eyed and pleading as eddie slides the ruddy head of his cock up and down the seam of your cunt, flirts with the idea of pushing the tip in just to watch you gasp and keen.
"would never," eddie promises, finally â fucking, finally â pushing the first few inches into the sopping wet heat of your pussy. he cries out when you clench around him unwittingly, and you mumble out a small sorry as you adjust.
it's. not good. it's not bad, either, but fuck. you feel like you're being split from the inside, the thick tip pushing you wider than you anticipated. your fingers grapple for eddie's biceps, nails digging in tightly, "so fucking big, oh my god, you're gonna split me in half."
you're breathless and eddie catches on, panics a little, "you're okay? you're okay, right? i can stoâ"
"if you stop, i swear to god," you seethe, looking at eddie with a fierce spark in your eyes, "keep going. fuck. keep going."
before long and with a little bit of resistance, eddie's buried deep inside of you. your bodies roll against one anothers, shallow, slow breaths
it starts slow, the catch and drag of eddie's cock shocking you both into silence. but, before long, your pussy catches up with the programme, gushing wet and allowing eddie to push in further with each thrust.
it's intimate, erotic.
"you're so tight," eddie all-out whimpers, head falling and shoulders shaking as he fucks you at a lazy pace, clearly trying his best to hold out for as long as he can.
"fuck, youâre so gentle,â you try, knees squeezing eddieâs narrow waist, thighs encapsulating him, âyou can go quicker. not gonna break me.â
eddie shakes his head, almost like heâs bewildered. looks at you all fucking soft, clearly canât help the rut of his hips as he buries in deep, biting his inner lips to muffle his noises.
you grasp a hold of eddie's hand with nimble fingers, guide his hand over the softness of your tummy, let him push down where his cock is buried deep inside of you. his whole body shudders, and you can feel where he kicks up.
"practically in my guts," you wheeze, unable to shake the full feeling despite how your pussy gushes for him, so full you swear you feel him in your throat with every deep thrust he can muster, "you're s-so big, eddie."
"ohâ jesus, can't do shit like that. can't say shit like that," eddie grunts desperately, rutting into you and gripping for your waist tightly, other hand still pushed down on the pudge of your belly, "gonna make me cum so, so quick."
"can feel every ridge of you, you're splitting me apart," you keen, "i can'tâ god, you've ruined me f-for anyone else. yours, yours, m'yours."
eddie's forehead slumps against your own, and you're panting into each others mouths more than anything else, lips barely brushing, "mine, you're mine." he agrees, though he sounds pained and submissive as he says it.
your hand snakes around eddie's neck, holding him in place as he fucks you so desperately, so rough you're rattling the stupid bedframe, and you don't think you've ever felt anything like this before. it's all-consuming, the tug between sore and soul-crushingly sensual.
your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, the constant press against your spot causing a quicker build up than you could've anticipated. you both make eye contact as you come with a muted gasp, nails scraping harshly at the soft skin on eddie's neck as you rock it out.
"didn't think you could get any tighter, god," eddie whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, finger-shaped bruises sure to be left on your hips as he fucks you in some sort of reckless abandon, "fuck, i'm so close. i'm so sorry, fuck, fuck."
you nod, understanding, the wet clap of skin on skin deafening as your release allows an even smoother glide. he's fucking ethereal above you, covered in a light sheen of sweat, mouth open in a constant stream of steady moans.
you reach between where both of your bodies meet, where the final few inches don't quite fit, spreading your fingers either side of his cock to allow friction as he fucks in and out rapidly, chasing his high.
eddie looks at you with a wild expression, eyebrows shooting up into his fringe. he grunts like a fucking animal, eyes drifting down to where your hand is, "youâ youâ i'm cumming, holy fuckâ!"
he's loud when he comes, full body wracked with it. you feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, painting your insides deep. the moan you let out at the feeling is hardly voluntary, so pathetic you flush hot when you realise just how loud you are.
"thank you, thank you," eddie's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down, "god, you're perfect. so perfect."
you shudder, overcome with this sappy fucking fond feeling, allowing eddie to collapse on top of you once he's done. it's soft, domestic, even.
you both end up in some sort of gross, body fluid covered cuddle as you calm down. blissed out in the post-orgasmic haze, and fuck.
maybe you're in love with him.
#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson x you#eddie munson drabble#my fanfic#mine#x reader
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play pretend ! đđ. Ęâ nsfw.
the premise of fake dating your best friend, for just a weekend, is hilarous.. and scary. but what happens after is even scarier.. it's just play pretend right?
warnings / includes â vulgar language, drinking, multiple orgasms, pussy eating
you blamed being way to drunk and jungkook for this situation. it was all his damn fault.
if he hadn't looked at his phone with that stupid look in his face, rolling his eyes at the bright message on the screen. if he hadn't leaned over to your ear, barerly managing to stand due to the beer in his system, groaning about his mom asking him about getting a serious relationship once again. if he hadn't looked at you with those damned kicked puppy eyes that he only ever pulled out when it came to you, asking â no, begging, if you could pretend to be his girlfriend for just two days, a weekend.
for the family reunion in a week.
you had pushed him away, then pulled him back to hold onto him in order to not stumble onto the nearest dancing stranger close to you, laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of his request.
you and him, a couple? nobody would believe that. like ever, especially his mom.
the mom who watched you not move a single muscle at the sight of him shirtless back when you both vacationed at their summer house, in what? junior year? the mom who watched you crush on jungkook's best friend, right in front of her eyes.
no, never would she ever believe that there was anything more then platonic feelings between you both.
but again, you couldn't quite say no when jungkook held your hair up as you puked, about an hour later. not when he gave you water, rubbed over your back in an attempt of giving you some sort of comfort during your nausea.
and you felt bad for him: you knew that jungkook and love didn't really go hand in hand, hell- everybody did. he never stayed around long enough for anything to even scratch the surface of love. you liked to imagine that he wanted it, you see the way he looks at other couples at parties, the ones that are all up in eachother faces, not in a sexual manner just like a safe space.
real, lasting, consuming love? he didnât seem capable of holding on to it. never changed his ways, he was transparent on how long he planned on staying (which was usually a night) and that was it.
that didn't stop his mother though.
jungkook complained about it often, about how she couldn't stop comparing him to his sister. the sister who married a year ago, already has a child on the way. 'why couldn't he just be a bit more like her taking things more serious n' everything.' is something she said right to your face once when you were talking.
you knew it hurt him, more then he showed, the fact that he simply wasn't good enough. in every way, really.
well, according to his mom.
so you quietly mumble a "fine" as silence filled his living room when he sets up the uno cards on the floor, it's about 4am now. you were to restless to sleep, the loud music still thumping in your head, a little bit of an after taste of your vomit still sitting somewhere.
he didn't say anything, which was strange since he usually was so snarky. just grabbed your shirt, forcing you to sit down on the carpet with him, just muttering something about him 'winning this shit'
if you had to summarize the night, it would've been that he won two rounds.
the coming saturday was hell.
hot, burning hell â in the regard that jungkook touched you absolutly everywhere, and all that in front of his family too.
intertwined your hands at the dinner table where you had to hide a grin, slapped your ass when you helped his mom with kimchi, traced faint circles on your clothed hip when his dad showed you both the new truck he bought.
well, it wasn't just his family. there was somebody else who came, un announced to the both of you.
sooyoung, or better known as his ex.
sooyoung and jungkook were complicated. way more then that, sooyoung wanted something serious, asked to move in with him after like two months (which was the longest time you've seen him be with anyone romantically). it freaked him out and it all resulted in this huge fight, she didn't say the best things about him during it and he- too, of course.
you knew her and his sister were somewhat close but this much? she hadn't even been at the wedding.
but they seemed to be at the hip, and if they weren't, sooyoung was somewhere lurking, studying the both of you, hair short, nails long, lips always glossy.
her dresses were short too, reminding of the time where you had to go clubbing with the both of them. oh, how the tables turn.
the club was packed, a familiar chaos that Jungkook and his friends always sought out on weekends whenever he was back in his hometown. you had lost track of how many drinks youâd had, your head spinning pleasantly, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus.
all of a sudden you felt fingers softly digging into your cheeks, holding up your chin to meet the concerned eyes of jungkook, "are you okay?"
you blinked slowly, the world tilting slightly. âyeah, just... feeling a little warm,â you admitted, your voice slurring as you struggled to keep your balance. his brows furrowed, and before you could register what was happening, he was taking your hand and guiding you through the crowd to the bathrooms.
the bathroom door swung open, and he ushered you inside, the harsh fluorescent lights making your eyes squint.
âwhoa, bright,â you mumbled, stumbling a little as you sat on the edge of the toilette, your legs spread, mind fucked. jungkook turned on the tap, splashing cool water into his hands before cupping them and splashing it on your face. You gasped, the cold jolting you back to some semblance of clarity.
"better?"
"i want you to touch me."
his hands still hovered near your face, droplets of water slipping from his fingers and onto your collarbone, but you barely registered them.
"wait, what?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper, his gaze searching your face for any sign of playfulness. but there was none.
jungkook cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair, eyes flicking to the bathroom door as if hoping someone would pull him out of this situation â "you're drunk as fuck." he groans, but the words sound more like he was convincing himself rather than you.
you tilt your head, tongue darting out to lick your lips like a damn slut as you mumbled a 'so what?' âyouâre drunk too. doesnât change the fact youâve been looking at me all night like you wanted to fuck me, kook. donât pretend."
the muscles in his jaw twitched, a flush covering his cheeks that wasn't just from the alcohol, "listen, let's just get you some water, okay? you've had way too much to drink tonight."
you had never seen jungkook blush before. and you don't know what's gotten into you, but you want to see it longer.
so your fingers reach out, pulling him closer by his belt, looking up to him, "tell me you don't want me, and i'll close my legs, pretend i'm not wet n' pretend like this never happened."
but he gets on his knees for you, careeses your thighs in a matter that should come of as comforting but just ends up making you wetter, leans forward to press a small kiss onto the bare skin, "i'm gonna get you home now. and you'll sleep and wake up tommorow, well rested. think about it again."
but you don't listen, of course you don't. your legs spread even wider, greedy fingers moving to his hair.
his jaw clenched so hard you thought he might crack a tooth, but then his hands ran up your thighs, the touch feather-light, as though he was restraining himself from touching you like he really wanted to.
"you're making this hard." he whispers between gritted teeth.
if you hadn't been so drunk, you would've seen something else being real hard but you were way to out of it. all your mind could think of was lifting up your hips, in a desperate fashion, anything to show him how much you needed it.
in the following twenty minutes, you come; not once, not twice â three fucking times. after each orgasm he kisses your clit, tells you how pretty you were, how he's gonna take care of you, with fresh release coating his lips.
and right after the third one, your head falls against the head rest, yes shut tightly before you meet his gaze again and the words slip out of your mouth, "fuck, i think i like you."
he pauses, his eyes widening as if you just pulled him out of his very own movie, "what?"
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the year is 2006. youâre an avid fan of collegiate exy. kevin day recently transferred from the best team in the league to the worst after breaking his hand in a skiing accident. before the season starts, janie smalls attempts suicide. sheâs a fox, so absolutely no one is surprised by this. however, this means that david wymack has to find a new striker. he picks up a neglected, unremarkable kid from millport. for some reason, this mysterious nobody thinks itâs okay to publicly humiliate riko moriyama, king of exy. apparently, neil josten and kevin day talk shit about riko all the time (this confuses you. kevin and riko are supposed to be best friends). not long after, seth gordon dies of an overdose. once again, itâs the foxes, so no one should be surprised, but something is⊠off. seth was clean, and it didnât seem likely for him to throw it away. the foxes donât get anyone to replace him. despite being short a player, theyâre performing better than ever before. you donât want to admit it, but neil josten can probably be credited with a lot of the foxes success. and something is off about that kid, too. heâs a 5â3 brunette with brown eyes, and then suddenly heâs not. he comes back from winter break with red hair and blue eyes, but more interesting than that is the number four tattooed onto his face, marked for the ravens, marked for the perfect court. the normal minyard twin murders someone in cold blood. neil josten is actually nathaniel wesninski. his father, the butcher of baltimore, tortures him and burns his tattoo off. the trojans throw away their shot at winning. kevin covers up his tattoo with a queen chess piece. heâs never been skiing, the theories behind what happened to his hand are endless. jean moreau transfers to the trojans. this isnât helping with the abuse allegations. despite everything stacked against them, the foxes beat the ravens. the unhinged minyard twin shatters rikoâs hand to stop him from murdering the mafia kid on live tv. for some reason, this is rikoâs final straw and he kills himself. some people are blaming kevin, andrew, and neil, but you personally believe that itâs a tad bit dramatic to commit suicide after losing one game and breaking a hand. the rest of the ravens donât seem to agree, as theyâre all suddenly in the most fucked up game of âfollow the leaderâ known to man. jean moreau is spotted being escorted from the foxes dorm room a bloody mess, but thatâs only the beginning. one of the ravens stabs himself with a letter opener, another steps onto the subway tracks, and a third overdoses. itâs 2007, and you started saying that the ravens were in a cult as a joke, but you donât know if itâs a joke anymore. youâre seriously starting to consider that your favorite sport was created solely as a front for the mafia
#all for the game#aftg#the foxhole court#tfc#the raven king#trk#the kings men#tkm#kevin day#david wymack#neil josten#riko moriyama#seth gordon#aaron minyard#jean moreau#the sunshine court#tsc#andrew minyard
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Wet Dreamz (m.s)
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matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smut and swearing
preview: matt and you were partners for a project. he unexpectedly started having sinful dreams about you, suddenly craving you ever since. one thing nobody knew; he was a virgin.
ây/n, you will be partnered with Matt.â the teacher says trying to grab your attention. ây/n? are you listening?â you snap out of your thoughts and look at him. âhuh?â you ask. âyouâre partnered with Matt for this project.â he replies with an unamused look. you look around before you look back at him. âwhoâs that?â you ask.
he lets out a sigh before speaking, âMatt raise your hand.â you look around again as you catch the eyes of a brown haired boy. you werenât mad about it. he looked decent.
you get up and walk to where he was sitting. ânext time y/n, i expect you to be paying attention. this project will effect your grade drastically if you do poorly.â you hear the teacher say looking at you. all you do is nod. you were barely passing the class.
Mattâs POV
i got paired with y/n. she didnât even know who i was. i knew of her because she would get in trouble constantly due to her lack of focus. as she came to sit next to me, we clicked right away. we both dreaded school, but who doesnât? as much as i didnât like school, i still paid attention, unlike her, so i had to explain the whole point of the project to her.
we exchanged numbers after class so that we could talk about when we could meet up to work on it. we only had two weeks to complete it. i knew i had to stand on top of it because i know she wonât.
a few days pass, me and y/n still working on the project together, with us having to meet at lunch. i got to know a little bit more about her. she was pretty cool to talk to. we even started texting without talking about the project itself. so when this is done, itâd be cool to hang with her.
meeting during lunch really wasnât a good idea. there was too much distractions. so i took the opportunity to invite her over to my place after school. she agreed and i ended up driving her with me once the final bell rang.
End of Mattâs POV
you and Matt were in his room as you sat on the floor. you were reading over some information from the website the teacher recommended and you were feeling overwhelmed. âall of this is hurting my head.â you say laying back on the floor. Matt lets out a small laugh as he responds, âme too. i donât get how this will be beneficial in the future.â you shot up looking at him, âexactly! school is so bullshit to me. they donât even teach real world shit.â you say sighing. âi agree. but i didnât put up with almost 12 years of school just to fail.â he says. you groan, âright. it would be wasteful. iâm pretty sure you donât have anything to worry about. my grades are literally on the edge of failing.â âwell, i could help you.â he suggests. all you do is let out a laugh, âtrust me, teaching me is hard.â
âiâve been teaching you these past days. trust me i know.â Matt responds as you both let out a laugh. âitâs hot in here.â you say taking off your hoodie, pulling down your shirt as it lifted a bit. Matt looks at you as he catches a glimpse of your cleavage. he looks away quickly, clearing his throat. where has all of that been hiding? he wonders. âwell letâs continue working on this.â he says trying to move past it. all you do is nod as you lay on your stomach continuously reading.
when you werenât paying attention, Matt would stare at you slightly. he would stare at the way your tits were pressed against the floor, thinking how perfect they were.
after a few hours, Matt takes you home. âthank you for the ride.â you say smiling, slinging your backpack on one shoulder. âyeah of courseâ he replies. you open the door stepping out, but as you get up, your hoodie raises slightly revealing your thong peeking out above your jeans slightly. Matt catches a glimpse turning red. you shut the door and walk away. he sits there in his car for a bit as he gulps before driving away.
Matt arrives home tidying his room before going to bed. he picks up one of his notebooks as he sees a sticky note on it reading, âthank you for dealing with me as a partner - Y/Nâ.
he smiles at the note as he puts it down on his bed side table, getting into bed. as he lays there, he couldnât help but think about what his eyes caught from you earlier. your cleavage and your thong. he couldnât stop thinking about it. âMatt stop that.â he whispers to himself before shutting his eyes going to sleep.
Mattâs dream POV
you and Matt were sitting on your bed working on the project. Matt wasnât paying attention to you as much and you were bothered by it. you took matters into your hands and you closed the book he was studying. you got on top of him, sitting on his lap as he gets caught off guard. you pull him into a passionate kiss and next thing you knew, you were under the covers tangled together naked.
End of Mattâs dream
Mattâs POV
i woke up sitting up quickly with my breathing uneven. what was that?! my heart was racing. did i just have a wet dream?!
i pulled up the covers to see a wet stain on top of the crotch of my sweats. what the fuck. this has never happened before. with y/n?! why? because of what i saw yesterday? i never even had sex before. how could i have easily dreamed of it? i gulp before getting up. i head to the bathroom to clean myself. i really canât believe that just happened. now all i could do is replay it in my head. i groan at the thought.
after i got ready, i headed straight to school. on the drive there, i still couldnât stop replaying everything that happened in my dream. even if i tried to distract myself, it wouldnât go away. i needed it bad.
End of Mattâs POV
you and Matt were in class as you tried to tell him a story. all he was doing was nodding and staying quiet. âMatt? are you okay?â you question. he shakes his head before speaking, âyeah- yeah iâm good. sorry.â you give him a questionable look as you reply, âwell you werenât really paying attention as i spoke.â you laugh a bit. âoh i was.â he says with a nervous smile. âyeah okay.â you say turning your body straight, pretending to pay attention to the teacher.
Matt does the same as he groans quietly to himself. he didnât know if he should tell you or not about what he imagined. he decided to shrug it off.
it was the end of the day again as you both end up at Mattâs house. you were standing up as you rehearsed your lines on what to say for the presentation. Matt just sat there looking lost. âMatt seriously what is wrong? i canât do this without you, you know?â you say frustrated. âiâm sorry. iâve just been having a hard time.â he responds scratching the back of his neck. âwell we really need to focus on this. if you need to get something off your chest, do it now so we can continue.â you say. Matt hesitates before speaking, âokay well i sort of had an odd dream last night.â you look at him confused. âokay?â you reply. âit wasnât a normal dream.â he continues.
âwhat? were you like having sex or something?â you ask jokingly with a laugh. but he just sits there staying silent with a blank face. âoh. oh! you did!â you exclaim. âwho was it about?â asking with curiosity. âsome random girl from class.â he says lying through his teeth. âso whatâs the big deal?â you ask. âthis your first time having a wet dream?â all he does is nod. you widen your eyes, âreally? thatâs new. i wouldâve thought you were like every other guy constantly thinking about sex.â letting out a laugh. âwhy is it bothering you so much?â
âbecause, itâs weird. especially with this specific girl.â he responds. you raise an eyebrow before asking a question, âhave you ever had sex before?â the question takes Matt by surprise as he responds quickly, âof course i have!â he lies. you let out a laugh. âokay! sorry! well then you shouldnât be so weirded out. now come on. lets focus.â replying to him.
it still was eating him in the inside.
·:*šàŒș â±âźâ± àŒ»Âš*:·
after the weeks flew by, you and Matt got an âAâ for your presentation. you decided to celebrate by treating Matt with fast food. you both sat on his bed eating. âthank you for being such a good partner.â you say with a smile taking a bite from your burger. âno, thank you.â he replies. you couldnât help but notice he still was acting strange these past days. âMatt donât tell me youâre still on about the sex dream.â you ask wiping your hands with a napkin. âyou should just shoot your shot already since itâs eating you up. maybe sheâll feel the same.â he shakes his head, âi wouldnât know how to approach her. plus, thatâs weird. i had a sex dream about her and what? i just walk up to her and tell her that? that's creepy.â he replies. you laugh at his response. âwell not quite but, i donât like how youâre acting so off.â you say taking another bite.
Matt sighs as he shakes his head, âjust forget it y/n. iâm fine.â you stop in your place as you shake your head. âokay thatâs it.â placing the unfinished food on his side table. you wipe your mouth with a napkin as you look at him. it was silent for a bit until you spoke up, âdo you want to kiss me?â you blurt out. Mattâs eyes widen. âwhat?â he asks.
Mattâs POV
i hesitated for a bit. âto help distract you.â she says with a small laugh. "uh- uh yeah sure." I say hesitantly. i mean i couldnât pass up on the opportunity. i scoot closer to her. iâve only ever kissed one other person and i donât think it was good so maybe this will be different. i can hear my heart pounding out of my chest. i put my hand on her cheek as i lean in and kiss her softly. she scoots closer without breaking the kiss, putting her hands on my shoulders.
to her she might think this is just a distraction but, little did she know my dream was about her. we continue to kiss as she swings her leg around to straddle me. i put my hands on her waist as the kisses get heavier. i could feel myself get hard beneath her and i could tell she notices. i pull away from embarrassment, âiâm so sorry.â i say. all she does is smile and respond with, âitâs okay.â pulling me into another kiss. i could feel her start to grind against my clothed dick. i let out a small groan from the feeling. i pull away as i lay her down gently. âd-do you want to do this?â i say nervously but, i couldnât expose the fact this would be my first. she nods as she kisses me again. she takes off my shirt as i do the same for her. i unbutton my jeans and pull them off leaving me in my boxers as she does the same with her pants leaving her in her under garments. i gulp looking at her body. come on Matt play it cool. we kiss again as she rubs my dick through my boxers. i really hope iâm big enough.
i reach into my drawer as i pull out a condom. i bought a box just in case i were to lose it. which i am now, so it was good preparation. i open rip off the deal as i look at her. âuh.. i havenât done this in a while so.. i might not be as good.â i warn her lying. iâve never done this at all. i had to prepare her just in case i cum quick. âitâll be goodâ she reassures me. she takes the condom from my hand as i take off my boxers slowly. i see her eyes widen a bit as she slowly wraps the condom on my dick. i lay her back down, sliding her panties to the side, and align myself at her entrance. she gives me a smile as i look down at what iâm about to do. i push myself into her slowly as i watch her relax.
i hear her moan softly as i continue to push my full length into her. âshit.â i groan quietly. i watch her face as i start to thrust slowly. she shut her eyes as she bites her lip softly. i canât believe this is happening. my dream finally coming true. i pick up the pace as i put both my hands on her sides. âyes just like that.â she moans out putting her hands on my chest. i kiss her as i continue to go deeper into her keeping my fast tempo.
âfuck Matt you feel so good.â she moans. every time she spoke i felt my dick twitch. her moans were heavenly. âyouâre so perfect.â i whisper to her. i lay myself on her slightly as she scratches my back. her scratches were hard as i feel the slight sting.
all my worries disappear once i find out iâm actually doing a good job. she made me feel a bit more confident. as soon as i was about to cum i pull out because i wanted to keep pleasing her. i pull her by her thighs as i put my head in between her legs. i start licking at her folds softly as she lets out a breath. i then start sliding my tongue up and down, swirling my tongue on her clit. i felt her grip my hair lightly. âoh Matt.â she moans. âyou taste so good.â i say continuing to eat her out. âMatt iâm going to cum.â she says as i start to suck on her clit. she throws her head back as she arches her back, shoving her pussy more into my face. âyes Matt just like that!â she screams out as she cums all over my mouth.
i get back up as i lick my lips, realigning myself as i thrust back into her sensitive core. she gasps as she grips onto my arms. i thrust at a fast pace before cumming inside her into the condom. âoh fuck.â i moan out.
we were both catching our breath as i pull out of her. i take off the condom and throw it in the trash. "you must be a pro or something. that was incredible.â she says sitting up putting her clothes on.
good to know. little did she know, i ain't ever did this before.
a/n: not my best work lol. likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! thank you :)
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Big Guy Big Belly
König is a big man, and with a big man comes a big appetite. Weâre talking about a 6â10 man constantly maintaining his peak physique. He needs to be consuming as many calories and as much protein, carbs, fats, fiber and more to keep himself in fit and fighting shape.
At the canteen, heâs a nightmare. I bet that people rush to the cafeteria just to make sure they get something to eat before the big man on base rolls up. Heâll clear out the bins if he gets a chance. Thereâs a rumour on base that the reason König fought so hard to climb the ranks so quickly was just to be able to eat more and get away with it. Little do they know that theyâre absolutely right, but König will never say that out loud. Ever. Thereâs some secrets you take to your grave.Â
Either way, König is a menace in the canteen. Heâll pile his plate as high as he can when he gets a chance. Heâs packing away all he can get in the shortest amount of time he can, and everyone has to suffer for it. The worst part is that everyone has to rush to get to the caf before König, and König knows exactly what others are doing, so heâs in a daily race against the entire base to eat his fill. Itâs always a photo-finish to see who gets to the cafeteria first. König currently has been slacking, so heâs not been eating like he normally has. Is he mad? Not really. Heâll clean out the snack cart later.Â
Heâs a monster late at night. Everyone knows that you need to leave the big man to his snacks, lest you face the wrath of the colossus on base. Well, wrath in a peculiar way. He just gets quiet and angry, but itâs still not a fun experience to try and fight him for a sandwich. If you take the last egg salad sandwich youâll be at the top of his shit list for the next week. Donât even think he wonât track you down. Heâll throw around his rank just to get his hands on the poor bastard. Nobody is safe, either.
Stiletto only once took the last pudding cup. Once. She never made that mistake again. For a week he was giving her dirty looks over a cold shoulder as he bumbled down the hall. She eventually had to give in and sacrifice a desert to be able to get back in his good graces. She still thinks heâs a massive bitch because of it. And you know what? Sheâs right. Everybody knows sheâs right, König included, but heâll keep going after whoever âstealsâ âhisâ snacks. They get along a bit better now that theyâve both advanced in rank and worked together, but there was a good period of time where Stiletto had to sleep with one eye open.
It gets a bit better for everyone when König finally finds a partner and doesnât stay on base so often. Everyone takes a moment to pray for the poor soul who has to cook for König whenever he gets home from deployment.
See, during deployment, König canât be such a massive bitch about food. He gets his rations, and thatâs that. He canât steal from anybody else, so he gets stuck with these pitiful MREs that barely fill him up. Itâs miserable, and heâs losing weight like crazy when on the field. Heâs running on fumes and burning calories like crazy as heâs risking his life out there. Itâs gotten to a point where König has taken to eating with hostages post-rescue to âhelp them feel saferâ (read: get more food into his gullet). Thankfully, he puts his best foot forward when dealing with victims of trauma and ensures that he has somebody else do all the socializing while he plays with the kids after dinner. Apparently, after the inevitable shower of tears whenever kids have to face König, he becomes pretty popular. They love to use him as a jungle gym (and make fun of him) and heâs just happy to get more to eat. Heâll take being called âbigger than even my dad!â, being told âyouâre weirdâ or being asked âwhy are you so big and scary all the time?â any day for a little extra to eat. He can tolerate a few kids. He wonât ever admit that hanging around them makes him want some kids of his own, or at least not to Horangi, whoâs already teasing König about being a surrogate father to the kids. König tells him to keep it to himself, but Horangi is already buying things for the baby shower.
Once König finally comes home, thatâs when all Hell breaks loose. This man has been starving and he needs food NOW. He wonât take no for an answer. If you donât have something prepared, heâll be ordering a massive order of takeout the likes of which youâve never seen before in your life. Heâll hit multiple places on his way back to your place if he doesnât think youâve been able to get something together for him. If you canât cook, he wonât even bother telling you to cook for him and just focus on getting a whole banquet of junk food ready for when he arrives home. He brings the pizzas in the door before he even brings in his own bags. Youâll have to go out and grab his bag as he sets up his personal buffet table. The worst part is despite how much he can shove down, he always buys more than he can eat, so youâve got a couple of days worth of food to shove in the fridge at the end of the night.
If you can cook, this is a multi-day experience. Is it rewarding? Absolutely. Is it painful? Abso-fucking-lutely. Heâs got you slaving for hours a day just to get him a nice home cooked meal. Youâll be going all out to get him a big enough meal. Weâre thinking a tray of mac and cheese, a whole roast chicken, easily a handful of loaded baked potatoes. If you have something from your traditional cuisine, heâs not picky, heâll gobble it up in a heartbeat. Knowing you made it for him is more than enough for him. Food is the way to a manâs heart, some say, and König will never let you go if you treat him like the king he is.
The good thing about cooking König such a big meal is that he gives back. Heâs not a fan of cooking, but for the next few days heâll take over cooking and cleaning in the kitchen. Itâs just an easy way for him to give back, you know? He canât thank you enough with words, so why not with actions?
But the best part of König giving back is that heâs an excellent cook. He cooks mostly traditional food from his culture, but heâs down for some french or italian cooking if youâre into it. He can make a mean lasagne. He does not skimp on the cheese, this man. No heâs a cheese fiend. If youâre lactose intolerant, youâve got another thing coming for you. He will hand feed you lactaid just for the meal. If you have a dietary restriction, heâll learn how to cook your types of meals in abundance. Heâs perfect that way. Vegetarian, vegan, keto, no matter what, heâs got your back. Heâs learned how to make an excellent spread for a dinner party, and part of learning to cater to others is to work around other peopleâs diets; his mother drilled that rule into his little head as a kid. He does it without complaint, too. For at least a week after coming home, heâs just so happy to be around food in abundance again. Heâs absolutely thriving in the kitchen before the thrill wears off and heâs back to avoiding cooking like the plague again.
He loves to eat, but usually hates to cook. Heâll mostly eat takeout until he actually has to eat a nutritious meal again for a change. Itâs not that cooking is awful, itâs just that he hates doing the dishes. Heâd be far more inclined if he didnât have to do the dishes afterwards. If you take over dishes, heâll definitely step up his game for the both of you.
All in all, König loves to eat. Heâs a big man with a bigger appetite, as hard as that is to believe. Once he retires he has to learn to cut back a fair bit, but he never loses his taste for sweets and snacks. Itâs just something youâll have to learn to live with.
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I am just thinking of poor Stan feeling like you're out of his league! He's so much older than you, he has a criminal record, and all he is is a con man. He just doesn't undertaker how you look at him with so much love and adoration.
A/n: STOP I WANNA CRY đ©, poor Stan
It was obvious to everyone that you were out of his league. Well everyone but Mable thought he was, the 12 year old growing rather fond of the moment you said you liked her sweater.
He could practically hear her voice ringing in his ear.
'Everyone deserves love Grunkle Stan!'
But you two were far from being similar, you were rich, some distant repetitive of the Northwest and he conned people out of money, soft saps like you. He hated you, well he should have but he couldn't. Not with how kind you were.
Stan's heart couldn't help but race a little bit faster whenever he see's you defend Mable, couldn't help but love how you went along with whatever the two ideas the twins had cooked up. He really doesn't know when he fell for you since he tried to deny it for so long.
Maybe it was that little giggle you did during that whole Summerween fiasco when he stole that shit from the store or it could have been how you were the first person to side with him against that snot nose brat Gideon. Though it didn't matter really because it's not like he was going to mention it! Ever!
Well it would have been the case until Mable caught wind of it, he swore she was part bloodhound since he thought he hid his feelings so well.
But...if she hadn't stepped in then he'd never realize that you'd felt the same way.
Now that was something he could not wrap his head around, he felt like he had a heart attack when he found out because why? Why would you? How could you love him?
Stan was older than he was, he knew he wasn't some model but you were out of his league. You were younger than he was and beautiful, god's you were beautiful. He didn't know why....how you could ever look up at him with such love, such adoration because in his mind he doesn't deserve it.
He doesn't deserve you. Yet you stayed by his side through it all.
Through all the weird shit when you could have ran for the hills like most people in his life but you stayed, you stayed and that was something nobody could ever take from him.
You weren't blind to the looks, deaf to the whispers when people saw you and Stan out and about but it didn't matter to you. You were an adult, an adult that happened to be in their late 30's so his age was never an issue to you.
Sure he conned people, you saw that shit happen with your own eyes but it was the little things that nobody saw.
It was his insecurities, Stan thinking he's never enough, always believing he's living in someone's shadow.
It was how protective he was of Mable and Dipper, that he would do everything to keep them safe.
Not to mention how he looked during that whole zombie catastrophe, you never thought you'd seen something hotter than that.
No one saw how gentle he was with you, how he'd do his best to make you laugh with his corny jokes when you were upset, how he'd hold you when you'd two sit together then again you didn't care because know matter how much they talked, know matter how much they looked you would always love Stanly Pines.
Hovering from the door frame near the kitchen, Mable couldn't help but feel giddy. You had fallen asleep against Stan's chest, the man's arm wrapped protectively around your waist as he muttered in his sleep.
"Another match done!"
"Are you talking to yourself again?"
"Dipper shhhh! You'll wake them!"
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