#pornstar!soldier boy

[soldiersgirl]

THE NURSE WILL SEE YOU NOW.ᐟ

summary ⭑ soldier boy was wounded, his heart broken that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get on your good side. luckily, the nurse had time to bandage him up and remind him who he really was. (part one / part two.) cw ⭑ pornstar!reader x pornstar!soldier boy. payback era. 18+ smut (MDNI). porn with some plot. corny porn names. mean soldier boy. nurse x wounded soldier dynamic. swearing. manipulation. arguing. insults. mentions of drug-taking, smoking and drinking. kissing. gaslighting. fake injuries. light slapping. degradation. praise. dirty talk. begging. tit job. choking. oral (fem & m receiving). fingering. protected p in v (safe sex work is important). overstimulation. riding. missionary. name calling (doll, dollface, angel, baby, princess, sweetheart, bitch, whore). word count 5,781 words

soldier boy didn't let up. like any good soldier, he never gave up; he persevered. anything to see you just once more. to feel you, taste you. his dislike for you had been overtaken by his need to be liked by you. all women fell at his feet, adored the ground he walked upon in his maroon supe-boots with his heavy shield resting on his back; like an old friend resting a comforting hand on him. he invited the familiarity of his most trusted companion that soothed him in his times of emotional turmoil that ripped through him and manifested in throwing tantrums in vought board rooms and tearing down the ego's of the board members, who believed they could control him. no matter how much they tried to convince him that his numbers were fine and he didn't have to film with you again, he wouldn't listen. he needed to film with you again.

but you didn't share the need. not at all. vought interns constantly called you, knocked on your door and, almost, harassed your manager. she begged you to finally listen to them seeing as "hearing them out won't cost you a dime.", only making you roll your eyes and reluctantly agree. you finally sat down with them and agreed to one final film together, but only if you finally got some of that creative authority you so craved. you got to pick the set, the dynamic, the costumes. when news returned to you that soldier boy agreed to your conditions, you couldn't believe it. captain control let you decide something? the power was finally in your hands and you knew exactly what you had to do.

after a few days of planning and coordinating with vought, the set had been made, the costumes had been tried on and fitted and the script, that had just come off the printing press, was a warm comfort in your hands. your body surged with excitement. soldier boy had been kept in the dark, as part of your agreement to this last film, and his face gave it all away when he stepped onto your intricately planned set.

an old infirmary tent had been pitched up in one of vought's studios, the classic red cross splashed across the outside, and the entrance flap buckled open to reveal the infirmary beds that soldier boy recognises immediately, during his pr stunts– no, sorry, during his service to his country. the country that he, supposedly, had fought for during countless wars, battles, and conflicts. his eyebrow twitched and his skin prickled as he strode into the middle of the tent and felt nausea hit him like a wave. you were mocking him. this was all one big joke to you. he now understood why he wasn't allowed to know one single detail, because if he had known it would've been this? this would've never happened. over his own dead body. the familiar bustle and clangs of a med-cart rush past him, stuffed with gauzes, band-aids and fake needles as the other interns set up an IV with a fake-saline drip next to the only bed with pink bed-sheets and a vase of matching pink flowers on the bedside table. he scoffs to himself. this simply has to be a fucking joke. the board members can't have approved this, this would make him a laughing stock. but... they had. soldier boy's words ring in his own head.

"i want this to happen, no matter the fuckin' cost. so don't come to me with ur pathetic what ifs and buts. make it happen or somebody's gettin' thrown through a fuckin' window." followed by their pathetic nods and almost silent "yes sir"'s.

soldier boy had just never expected that you would take it this low, make a mockery of him; america's #1. most beloved supe of his time. he wasn't going to stand for this. he straightens his shoulders, lifts his head and prepares himself to confront you, give you a piece of his unstable mind. until his eyes fall upon you, in a baby-pink scrub dress that clung onto your body and that lace that hugged your waist, like he wishes he could, whilst you chatted with the set crew to make sure the last things were in order. you had planned this to make him feel more comfortable, more at home. you, of course, believed the lies that vought had spoon-fed the public over the years about soldier boy's bravery and heroism. sure, he was the biggest asshole you had ever met, but a national hero nonetheless and you wanted your last movie to reflect that. but this idea had clearly fallen up deaf ears, and eyes, as he stood in front of you, seething. the anger and embarrassment seeping out of every pore. you gently greet him with a soft smile and rest your hand on his bicep, unable to fully read him, misunderstanding his reluctance for reminiscing.

"does it look real? i tried replicate what they had during world war two, i know you served during it." you gaze around the set with an appreciative smile. you could admit that even though you knew you two would never see eye to eye, he had helped your career and you wanted to recognise what you both had done for each other. you were only met with a deep sneer and furrowed brow followed by a short scoff as he brushed off your hand. "i watched some of your movies for inspiration, wanted it to be accurate. even watched red thunder, your newest one. i don't usually like war movies, but i was impressed." you hesitantly admitted as you glanced up at him, waiting for his usual smirk to grace his face, but your expectations fall short. his jaw was tense and his crow's eyes deepened as he squinted and gazed upon the set with disdain.

"hm." not the answer you were expecting.

"is something wrong? it– it can be changed." you warily glance around, not noticing anything out of place. you had studied and researched, wanting to pay homage to soldier boy's career. you had concluded that being on his good side paid off better than being on his warpath, so you made an effort to minimise your snide remarks. even though they slipped off your tongue with ease. "you don't like your surprise?" your voice uncharacteristically falters, getting caught in your throat.

"let's just get this over with, yeah? then i don't gotta see your mug again." sighing, he brushes past you, towards make-up and costume to have his suit polished and hair touched-up. you flinch at his words and waste no time stomping after him, mirroring his sneer.

"what is up your ass this morning, huh? i did this for you! to make you feel comfortable, happy." you reach up and try your best to shove his broad shoulder. he doesn't even give you the satisfaction of reacting before settling in the make-up chair and winking at the artists before they get him ready. you grind your teeth, staring at him in disbelief before turning around, preparing to walk away but his words make you freeze.

"no one fuckin' asked you to, yeah? do me a favour, dollface, and drop the fuckin' act. i see what you're doing, alright? i see it all." he says with such ease, fully believing each of his own words. you whip back around, push aside the make-up artist and look him directly in emerald eyes. he seizes up for a second, enough for you to notice, before he regains his bravado persona and stares back into yours.

"i don't know what kind of messed up coke you snorted this morning, but not everyone is out to get you all the time. i did this as a thanks, to you, you world-class asshole." you hiss as you lean in, your lips inches away from his. his eyes can't help but flicker between and you have to suppress your want to smirk. "so put on your shitty little helmet, read the script, memorise it and deal with it. in..." you glance over at the wall clock. " two hours, we'll never have to see each other again. alright?" you reach for one of the script copies and messily shove it onto his lap before storming away without another word. you had never met a man as complicated as him, as changing and impulsive. as dangerous. but that's not what scared you. what truly scared you was the way your heart clenched at his disappointment.

"hey...! hey!" he called after you but all you could hear was your rapid heartbeat and the hushed giggles of the make-up artists before soldier boy impatiently snaps his finger and they continue getting him ready. he flicked through the script, his eyes dancing over the page but nothing stuck. all he could focus on was the harsh wringing of his hands, the ferocity of which you spoke with, your adamant tone of voice. for once, he could admit, that he might've fucked up.

he sat motionless as the make-up artists dabbed on deep purples and burgundy splotches to imitate a black eye and bruises across his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw. it had been years, decades, since he had seen himself battered. not since his boarding school days. for a second, he saw the young, terrified ben looking back at him in the studio mirror. his wild, wide eyes, his breath ragged and lust for violence ignited. a feeling of guilt spread through him, like a timid wave on a quiet beach, as he got up and slotted on his trusted helmet and nodded to himself in the mirror. he was america's #1 and it was time to fucking act like it.

to your surprise, as you stepped back onto set, after taking some time to curse soldier boy under your breath and stress-smoke a cigarette in peace, you find him sitting on the pink infirmary bed like a docile lamb. his features softened, his full costume on and the script resting in his large hands as his eyes scanned the pages, whilst he muttered and nodded to himself. his fingers ran over his trimmed pornstache, smoothing it over before resting his palm against his stubbled chin, his fingers grazing his cheeks as he continued to read. even though he looked calm, you knew better than to assume and approached him slowly, letting out a small sigh before sitting down next to him on the bed. beneath his worn helmet and bloody makeup, he offered you a soft smile, putting the script aside and resting his herculean hand on your bare thigh. you freeze, not because his touch was unwanted but because it was unexpectedly soft, caring. unlike him.

"the set is really good, feels like i'm almost back there. except for, of course," he laughs before leaning back, laying down and resting his arms behind his head. "the girly bed-sheets and a nurse as fuckin' breath-taking as yerself." there it was, his signature smirk. you couldn't decide if you hated or loved it, so you play indifferent and shake your head at his compliment attempt.

"i'm still mad at you." you glance back at him, a smile toying on your lips. "actually wanted to be nice to you, seeing as it's our last." you click your heels against the floor and look out over at the crew placing the cameras and testing the sound. "you got another stupid porn name ready?" a sigh from you and a chuckle from him.

"who would i be if i didn't, sweetheart?" his voice gruff as he rises up to his full height, reaches over for the patient chart and scribbles a name on top with the pen that follows. the set crew had really thought of it all. he slots it back into place at the end of the bed and gives you a wink. "gotta keep it exciting, eh? the script takes away all the fun." he slides back down next to you and stretches out on the bed, getting himself comfortable for the first scene.

"i've only ever done scripts. so everyone knows what's gonna happen and no sudden surprises." you raise an eyebrow, whilst a loud laugh escapes soldier boy as he throws his head back.

"you certainly haven't fucking complained, no matter what i've done." he states and he's got you stumped. you try to think of a retort, a comeback, but you fall short.

"just... shut up and lay down." you give his knee a light slap, he reaches forward and grabs your hand. a soft, fluttering kiss is placed against your knuckles as his deep, emerald eyes under his thick lashes draw you in. you should've told vought to go fuck themselves when you had the chance, because as your heart pounded like a war drum, you knew it was too late. he called to you, like the merciless sea to a captain and you wanted to drown in his waves.

"ACTION!"

some interns were dressed in era-appropriate nurse uniforms—opal blue dresses, crisp white pinafores, and matching caps—as they bustled around the infirmary, tending to fellow interns costumed as wounded soldiers. the camera slowly zoomed in and panned until it landed on soldier boy. the other interns file away, leaving only soldier boy and you, waiting on the side for your cue. he lies and looks longingly around the tent in his supe-suit and scratched up-helmet, sporting his bruises and groaning in agony. clutching his sides, chest heaving, teeth barred in pain until he hears the familiar clicks of your platform heels across the set, stopping in front of him. the metallic clink of the patient chart, a loud click of the pen and a small sigh from you as you read the name he had messily scribbled earlier.

"corporal punishment?" your eyes catch his and you can see him struggling to keep his face scrunched in pain, a smile fighting its way forward. he coughs to stifle a laugh before nodding and throwing his head back onto the baby-pink pillow with a groan.

"yes ma'am, that's me." he groans louder. "corporal punishment from battalion 69." he weakly raises his hand and salutes before clutching his sides again with a dramatic flair. you slide the patient chart into place and kneel down next to his bed with a sheer lock of concern for the brave soldier. you run a comforting hand across his cheek, cradling it and caressing.

"you're so brave." you gush over him "thank you for your service, corporal punishment. without you, i wouldn't be here to help you and the rest of your battalion."

"no need to thank me, young miss. just doing my duty, like you, for the greatest country on earth." his large hand swallows yours as he holds it against his beating heart.

"now... let me patch you up, corporal. can't have a man as important as you just laying here." you ran your hands over his defined chest as you stand up, feeling his rugged supe-suit under your fingertips, slowly tugging away at it. as each piece was either buttoned down or zipped open, your fingers danced across his flushed skin. his groans of pain become groans of growing arousal, his impatience growing like a tide rushing in. you unwrap your pastel-pink stethoscope, lean over him and rest it on his sculpted pec. you listen intently as his heartbeat quickens, shamelessly ogling your chest in your barely zipped up scrub. with just a simple tug of the zip, your breasts could be his and it took soldier boy everything to restrain himself. he had been thinking about these moments for months, dreaming about it, stroking himself senseless to it.

"your heart rate is rather high... too high." you mutter as you reach over and scan the patient chart. "that hasn't been an issue before, hm." you drop it onto the bedside table and gaze over soldier boy, his deep-green suit a contrast to the pink hues surrounding him. greed against innocence. "i'm going to have to check your temperature, corporal... may i?" your hands rest on either side of his helmet.

"you may do whatever you need, miss. i'm in your, i assume, more than capable hands." he gives you a wink followed by a reassuring nod, feigning flinching and hissing as you expertly unbuckle his helmet and lay it to the side. you draw in a breath and fake stumble as your eyes rest on his fake wounds and bruises. tutting as your fingers barely even graze the cuts and shadowed patches. the deep purples, burgundy reds and blossoming yellows compliment his freckled, rosy cheeks and honey-skin.

"oh, you poor, poor man. what did they do to you?" a quiet sigh escapes you, filled with unspoken sympathy.

"ha!" a loud guffaw followed by a wince and sharp inhale. "you should see the other guy!" you roll your eyes before leaning back in, closer this time, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a thermometer.

"now, be a good soldier and open your mouth." and like a good soldier does, he opens his mouth without complaint and wraps his plush lips around the metal tip. "such a good boy." you purr as he gazes up at you, whilst you read the thermometer and rest your other hand against his forehead, tapping your feet with impatience. "oh dear... it's worse than it looks, corporal punishment. increased heart-rate and high temperature, you're going to need some serious treatment." you tut and shake your head. "luckily for you, you got the best damn nurse in this tent and my patients always leave satisfied."

"yeah, i bet they fucking do, sweetheart." a low murmur and eyes filled with hope. you lean in and ghost your lips over his, teasing. a hushed growl and barred teeth, he was ready to pounce and devour but you were keeping him on a tight leash.

"are you ready for your treatment, corporal punishment?" your eyes roam his face, enjoying having the control for once. but a caged animal, never stays caged for long.

"more than fuckin' ready, sweetheart. gonna finally show me what those fuckin' hands can do, aren't ya?" with each passing second, his chest heaves and hands start to twitch. a white hue passes over his knuckles as he clutches the sheet in a desperate attempt to keep himself contained.

"i know your country needs you, but i need you more, corporal." you purr as your hands scrape down his chest followed by a suppressed growl as your hands finally come down to rest on his ignored bulge, threatening to explode through its confines at any second. you coo as your run your hands over it, squeezing and tugging on his clothed, tortured cock with a devious smile. you take your time undoing on his belt, pulling down his zipper and pushing the pants to the side just enough to reveal his precum-stained underwear and his constrained cock. you hum with appreciation as you drag your nails over the member, feeling it twitch under your touch as he writhes and moans in desperation.

"are all nurses such fuckin' cock-teases?" he groans as he barely lifts his head and meets your teasing smile with an unimpressed grin.

"all soldiers so impatient?" you retort as you lean down and press a chaste kiss to his clothed tip followed by a strong lick, your tongue dragging over his "VOUGHT" boxers with a smile. a hushed "fuck" falls past soldier boy's slick lips, his tongue constantly darting out to wet them as his shallow breathing deepens. your fingers dip beneath his boxers and tug them down to the top of his thighs as you both sigh. you in anticipation and him with relief as his cock is finally freed, silently begging for attention as pre-cum smeared the tip and the veins bulged. he uses one hand to slowly jerk himself off, using the other to switch positions so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, as you kneel next to him, watching his every move with your wide eyes.

"now, help the brave soldier feel better and show me what those hands and lips can do, hm?" he softly pats your head before running his hands carefully through your hair and resting on the nape of your neck, tugging you closer to him with a soft smile as he pushes his tip against your waiting lips. tapping one, two, three times, as if asking for entrance and you stuck out your tongue, inviting him in to the warmth of your mouth. he drags his tip over your tongue, coating your tongue with his essence. a repressed groan travels from deep within soldier boy as your tongue licks a trail over and under his tip before sucking on the blushing-pink end. your hands take over his slow jerking motion as your tongue runs over every divot and fold, eliciting hisses from him as he watches you in awe. his mouth agape and his stare greedy, your lips swollen and breath shallow. you lick and kiss your way from the base to the tip before fully enveloping his bulging member. drool runs down the side of your mouth, coating his cock as you take him deeper. one hand plays with his balls, massaging and tugging on them as the other follows the rhythm of your mouth. "cock-hungry lil' nurse, aren't ya? bet you suck all the soldiers like this, huh?" he mutters as he condescendingly pats your head as your nose rests on his base, his hairs tickling your nose. you come back up and gasp for air, continuing your slow strokes as you stared back at him.

"nuh-uh, only the bravest like you, corporal." you shake your head and speak against his tip before giving him another kitten lick. you push his chest back and down and he immediately gets the message. he reaches up and rests his arms behind his head as he becomes consumed in sensation of you. your talented tongue, soft hands, garbled whimpers. with each stroke of your hand and suckle of your plush lips, he can't help but thank god and release strangled moans. hips bucked and eyes screwed shut; this was paradise, he was sure of it. the sound of a zipper brought him back to reality. he lifts his heavy head and squints before a whispered "fuck, doll...". you had pulled your tits and nestled his saliva-covered cock between them, almost like they were made for one another. you silently watched each other as you pushed your breasts together and effortlessly glided them and down the sides of his cock. a lazy smirk grew as he rested himself on the back of his elbows, enjoying the show you were putting on for him.

you slowed down, you quickened your pace. you knew exactly how to tease and torment, leaving him torn between gratitude and frustration. leaning forward with teeth gritted and impulses taking over, he reaches out and cups your breasts with the care reserved for fine china. your strokes slow as he starts to buck his hips, taking over and giving you a moment to regain your breath. his cock slid between your breasts with ease, his ridges and veins hugged by the warmth of your tits. he pulled and tugged on your nipples as you threw your head back and hissed.

"these tits were made for me, look at them. fuck, lookin' so good wrapped around my cock like this." he wets his thumb and rubs it over your erect bud, you twitch and whine in response. "bet you're doing to get touched, doll. wanna get fucked by a real soldier? a real man? gonna show you how you deserve to get railed, baby." almost cooing, his condescending tone causing shivers down your spin. his hands fall from your chest and cups your jaw, his thumb softly caressing as he guides you to sit next to him. "tell me how badly you wanna get fucked, baby." he whispers against your lips before placing them against his. the kisses slow and languid, words harsh and dominant. you bit his lip, dragging your teeth across his pillowy bottom lip as his eyes fluttered. he rarely gets to feel pain, but he welcomes it with open arms if you're the one causing it.

"i'm dying for it." a high whine. "i've been working so hard and no one takes care of me." hungry kissing, tongues fighting for dominance. "please, corporal. help me, i'm so soaked." soldier boy shoves you onto your back and yanks your legs up onto the bed, pushing up your scrubs.

"no underwear while you're workin'?" he mutters as he lowers himself, eye-level with your glistening cunt; the folds puffy and clit engorged. a low chuckle followed by a loud gasp as he licked up between your folds, his tongue delving in and enjoying the familiarity of your thighs resting against his stubbled cheeks. "filthy fuckin' nurse. dirty bitch." each degradation followed by a swift kiss on your bundle of nerves. a glob of spit lands on your pussy before he feverishly devours you, humming and groaning against your folds. he slaps your pussy in quick successions, dripping more spit down and sliding his fingertips over your tortured clit. your one leg falters and falls off the bed, exposing you more to him and the camera behind him, as he feasts on you. dining on each whimper and plea he can pull from you.

"corpor- please, oh fuck!" one finger pushes past your entrance and a second swiftly follows, curving and hitting your cervix. teetering on the edge, tears build and pleas grow louder. "oh my god, please, i can't, i can't, no–!" you hands tangle in his chestnut locks, trying to pry him away from you, but your strength was no match to his.

"fuckin' take it. c'mon, doll, you can do it. cum for me, on my fuckin' tongue. give it to me, can take it. please." he breathes out against your folds, his tongue circling and fingers thrusting at an inhumane pace. the added and unexpected "please" is what tips you over, his ounce of humanity pulling your building orgasm out of you. "that's it, that's fucking it. such a good fuckin' girl, ain't ya? huh?" he grins, giving you one final, harsh suck on your clit as you cream all over his fingers. but he was nowhere near done, he was a man on a mission. he raises up, pushing your back further into the white metallic barriers of the bed, resting his damp forehead against yours. his slick moustache brushing against your top lip as his fingers sped in and out of you. strangled gasps and "i can't"'s roll off your tongue like a mantra and all you're met with is a gruff "you can do it and you will". his lips, hungry and wild on yours, swallowing your protests as he pulls out his fingers, slaps them against your suffering clit, rubbing his palm over it and stuffing them back in with a grunt.

"c'mon, baby, show me how good i make you feel. show me, please, i know you can." his words and actions a complete dichotomy to one another and you fall victim to his wishes as another wave of pleasure crescendoes and crashes over you. a plethora of "oh my god"'s and "fuck"'s are groaned against soldier boy's lips, which a curled in a devilish smirk as you slowly come down from your high. your drowsy eyes paired with a lazy smile cause him to stifle another laugh, but you quickly recover. pushing soldier boy back, his head hitting the plush, pink pillow with a soft thud as you clamber over him and reach for the nightstand. you shuffle around for a second, pulling out a condom and, with practised hands, rolling it down his stiff member. you hike your scrubs that rested around your waist as you positioned yourself over him and with hands resting on his broad shoulders, you carefully sink down onto him. despite his best efforts, you hissed in pain as you struggled to accommodate his size, which was an issue every time. you took a second to breathe as you reached his hilt, soldier boy comfortingly stroking your cheek before you slowly started to rock your hips.

"got me wonderin' what else they're fuckin' teaching in nursing school." soldier boy mumbles as his hands grip and tug on the supple skin of your hips, expertly guiding your pussy so he's hitting all the right angles. in the midst of it all, it feels like just the two of you, alone in the world, exploring each other. his dark eyes keep you hypnotised, unable to look away as his hips meet yours in a steady pace. for a minute, you're able to forget who he is, what he's done. his, albeit fake, bruises, black eye and cut lip were something you knew you'd never see again, but glimpses of his humanity would slip through and it captured you. intrigued you. it hadn't crossed your mind before, but there was more to soldier boy than met the eye. more than his macho, big-dick-swinging, whiskey-drinking and drug-snorting attitude and it honestly surprised you. maybe he had forgotten it, too.

a light slap to your face pulled you out of it all and you were brought right back to reality. a vice grip around your neck held you tight as he fucked himself up into you, hitting your cervix with a precision that made your eyes roll and body go limp. the only sounds in the room were the smacking of skin against skin and your pornographic moans of pleasure and rapture. you held onto his wrist for support as you carelessly bounced on his cock, his eyes centring in on where your damp bodies met as his hair fell and blocks his favourite view. without warning, he lifts you up and places you on the bed before tucking your knees into your chest and sliding back into your warm cunt with a nod of his head.

"this pussy was definitely made for me, princess. suckin' me in like that, so fuckin' greedy. greedy little whore." he degrades into the open as he pushes himself deeper with each calculated thrust of his hips. no matter how much you deny and shake your head, you know the truth. his hidden and tucked away dog tags dangle in front of your blown-out pupils, a clink following each stroke. a whimper following each depraved comment. "they call me corporal punishment for a motherfuckin' reason, angel. so keep those peepers on me or you're gonna fuckin' find out why." but as soon those words left his mouth, his thumb dangerously circled your clit and your eyelids instinctively fluttered. a slight slap and a small yelp. "thought nurses were all good girls who could take a order, but i was wrong, huh?" he chuckles, pinching at your clit as his other hand held your knees tucked and pushing against your ribcage. half-muttered apologies were not acknowledged as with each pinch and push of your bundled nerves, your eyes clenched shut and your cheeks grew sorer.

"sorry, sor–sorry, corporal, please. i'm so, so c–close." you hiccup, your ribcage aching and pussy throbbing by the sheer weight and size of soldier boy dominating you. he untucks your legs and throws your legs over his shoulder, drilling into you at an immeasurable speed, reaching a depth you didn't know was possible.

"cum for me, doll. cum on this cock. your favourite cock, right?" he slows for a second and moans in pleasure at the sight of the cream ring around his cock. your pleasure undeniable and all-consuming. he moves with an urgency, his own pleasure threatening to burst like a dam. "no one's gonna fuck you like this, baby." and although it was just dirty talk, you both knew the reality of the situation. no one else could and no one else would. nails dug into his biceps and his hips faltered as you reached your highs and soldier boy emptied himself into the condom. his muscles loosened and breath ragged as he pushed down your legs and captured your lips in a heated, deep kiss as he lazily rolled his hips before pulling out and sighing. "i think i'm fixed. whad'dya think, nurse?" he hums.

"you seem to be in great health, corporal." you gasp. "i think you can return to service." you push your hair away from your damp forehead before doing the same to him. "satisfied with your treatment?" you breathlessly laugh.

"more than satisfied. over the fucking moon." a cheeky wink and a soft kiss on your knuckles. you wanted to say more, but the yell of "CUT!" interrupted you and you silently gazed over at soldier boy. as routine, he pulled off the condom, tied it off and chucked it into the bin next to the infirmary bed. you were prepared for him to swagger away like each time before, but instead his calloused hands reached out to pull your pink scrubs down over your thighs, pull the sleeves up and over your shoulders before zipping up the dress.

"oh, thanks."

"no problem." he sighs. "this is really it, huh?" he gazes out over the crew and set as they scramble amongst themselves, their voices filling the previously moan-filled room. "i gotta hand it to ya, you're my favourite co-star." he turns to you with a smile. "don't tell countess i said that, a'right? stays between you and me." his usual stern eyes filled with something you couldn't decipher. you silently nodded as you hugged yourself, unsure of what to say or how to say it.

"you're my favourite, too, soldier boy." you settle on. "i–" you start but he cuts off you.

"how about you start callin' me ben? i think we're there now, don't ya?" he chuckles as you only nod. "i gotta get goin'. got board meetings to snore through." he jokes. a sweet peck on your cheeks had your face heating up and before he could take another step, you reach out, against your better judgement, and grab his wrist.

"if you ever want to just... hang, you can call me." you manage to say, your eyes searching his for a sign of anything, of reciprocation.

"i know, sweetheart. i know." and with that, he leaves, a hidden smirk unfurling across his lips. his mission was successful, he had ruined you for anyone else. just like he had always planned.

a/n: wanted to leave this open-ended. the series is done, for now. who knows if we'll ever meet them again but i want to write some other things for a while, but i never say never. hope u loved this <3 it took me FOREVER. LIKES, FEEDBACK & REBLOGS are appreciated, support your creators. ⭑ millie's masterlist ⭑ -`♡´- tag list: @0ccvltism @adoredawn @angelically-yours @barnes70stark @bejeweledinterludes @blossomingorchids @bluemerakis @briiverse @cowboysandcigarettes @daylighted @deansbeer @deanspookiebear @diawinchester217 @emeraldcrs @faiszt @figthoughts @fitxgrld @frank3nfag @h8aaz @insensiblelimerence @jasvtsc @k-slla @kamisobsessed @lanasgirlfr @legalmente-loca @littlesoulshine @lunaleah @mads-ackles @maneaterarabella @marvelgeeka @missus-ackles @mostlymarvelgirl @nperoconelcositoarriba @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery @samslovebug @sl33pylilbunny @soldierboysdoll @sugardean @sunnyteume @sunsettsam @supernaturaldoll @tinas111 @titsout4jackles @vmiina (comment or inbox me to be added/taken off)

[soldiersgirl]

CORPORAL PUNISHMENT, LADIES AND GENTS !!!!!!! i need ben bruised, beaten and IN MY BED IMMEDIATELY 🤪😵‍💫😅

Another SB fanfic character i had to draw from the lovley @soldiersgirl Check her out. Her stories are 🥵🫣

[bittersweetfig]

How do you think SB and Dean would react to reader safewording? I have some sort of idea for Dean, but with SB? Very mixed tbh

omg i have many thoughts !! allow me to ramble thank u ! (soldier boy’s part is a little ehhhh, just read with caution if ur sensitive to dubcon type scenarios!) 18+ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

— dean winchester ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

dean loves sex. he’s made that abundantly clear throughout your relationship. anytime he can get his hands on you, he will. and so naturally, you’ve spent time learning each other’s bodies, kinks, likes ‘n dislikes and everything in between. you’re entirely comfortable together.

so one day when you suddenly blurt out your safe word, dean pauses, his eyes flickering up to meet yours — to check in with you.

“baby, you okay? you wanna stop?” his words are gentle and full of love, concern splashed across his features.

his face softens while he nods along to your quiet explanation, pulling out/away from whatever he’d been doing to you. he settles down beside you, watching you as if you’re about to shatter into a million pieces.

“s’okay, sweetheart. we can stop. you don’t need an excuse. if you’re not feeling up to it, it’s not a big deal. we can just cuddle if you want,” he shrugs with a reassuring expression on his face, “you look like you need a hug, yeah? c’mere.”

dean opens his arms for you, letting you crawl against his chest. he nuzzles his chin into the top of your head, holding you snug against him, his hand rubbing down your back in a soothing motion.

“thank you for letting me know, baby,” he murmurs against your hair, leaving a soft kiss. he’s just happy you feel safe enough to ask him to stop whenever you need.

— soldier boy [ben] ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

i can’t decide between two ideas, so i’m giving you both !!

ben—your ben—the world’s strongest man who, simultaneously, is the world’s softest man the second he’s got his sweet little lady between his sheets.

there’s no denying he fucks like a pornstar on speed. it’s sometimes frightening how long he can keep at it — fucking you until you’re spent and boneless, blissed out and overstimulated from your umpteenth orgasm. he loves when you’re unable to form words, just soft incoherent babbles that force a grin to spread across his face as he plows into you with a superhuman force.

he loves going over the top to please you. and so it’s no surprise when you mumble out your safe word through warm salty tears, tired and unable to take any more of what he’s giving you. he slows down, meeting your gaze with his own. “what’s the matter? had enough, my pretty lady?”

ben knows sex with him can be a lot, and considering you’re just a sweet little doll, he knows it’s up to you to call it when you’ve had enough — cause if it were up to ben, you’d never leave his damn bed.

your mumbled pleas earn a nod in return from ben, “alright, babygirl. s’not a problem. here—” he pulls himself away from you, “i’ll run you a bath, yeah?”

you watch him get up and start heading to the bathroom, but not before he turns around, throwing you a cheeky wink, “i think that might’ve been a new record for ya, doll.”

alternatively… ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

ben’s rough. he’s rough around the edges. you know it. he knows it. everyone he’s ever met knows it. but he doesn’t just look rough or talk rough — he fucks rough.

you’re no stranger to the supe and how he bends you in half, like he’s unafraid of breaking you with his strength and brute force. for the most part, you take it like a good little thing, letting him break you down into nothing, but a whimpering little mess below him. and he loves it, ruining women while he doesn’t even break a sweat.

so when he mentions going a little further—adding a few new things to your nightly affairs—you agree, but only with the clear understanding that you get a safe word.

and ben agrees. i mean, anything to get his babydoll back into his bed, right?

so when he’s got you in half, your limbs flailing around in the air, pleading for him to stop, he simply doesn’t. he knows you know your safe word, and he hasn’t heard it leave your sweet little mouth yet. so he continues on, tiring out your sore body beyond belief — he’s really getting his kicks from seeing you all fucked out and begging like your life depends on it.

“look at you, damn slut. you like this, don’t you?” he grunts out, watching you sob and try to free yourself from his restraints. your eyes are filled to the brim with tears, your emotions clear on your face. he loves that you’re taking it for him — being a good ol’ little thing for him.

so it’s much to his surprise when you sob out your safe word. he’s a little bewildered to say the least. his brows pinch together, but he doesn’t slow down, not one bit.

his thrusts get harder, his eyes locked on your pleading little face. “just give me a damn minute. i’m close,” he mutters, his breath a little laboured, as if seeing you like this is the driving factor pushing him to the edge.

it doesn’t take long for him to finish, and when he does, he’s panting with the stupidest grin on his face. he slumps down on top of you, invading your space, “jesus, that was fuckin’ something, hey? you liked that, my sweet little thing?”

all you can do is sniffle and try to catch your breath while his weight crushes you. he presses a kiss to your cheek and he hears your breath hitch. and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants — in the palm of his fucking hand.

A/N: this was soooo fun to type up !!! i love scenario requests sm (feel free to send me more) !!!!!! also first time writing something a lil darker w the dubcon part !!! what do we thinkkkkk? <3

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[angelackless]

PORNSTAR

Soldier boy x expornstar!reader

Baby, you're a star

Fuck me all night

show me who you are

warnings:18+|NSFW|MDNI|established relationship, degrade, spanking, fingering

"OH NOW YOU WANNA ACT LIKE YOU'RE AN INNOCENT FUCKING ANGEL?" Ben asked as he gripped your throat tighter, cutting of some of you air "hm?I saw all those fucking videos, don't lie to me now" his voice got deeper " 'like it vanilla' my ass" he grunted and let go of your throat only to grab your arm and drag you to the bedroom

"Ben,you can't be mad at me because of my past!" you looked at him

"I don't care that you're not doing it anymore, (y/n)!get your clothes off and get on the bed, face down, ass up" he commanded, when he saw you hesitating his gaze darkened "did I stutter?do it" so you did, you got rid of all your clothes and get on the bed in the position he told you to. You heard him unbuckling his belt "you only get ten, because i'm feeling nice tonight, you count it, got it?" He asked, his hand caressed your ass in the meantime

"got it" you answered with a slight nod

"good girl, you get a reward if you can take it" he added and straightened up, wasting no time in giving you your punishment.

"Ten" you said the last number, panting heavily and with tears streaming down your face

"such a good little slut'' he cooed and rubbed your backside "this wouldn't have happened if you would have told me about the videos and not try to deny them when you get caught, but because you were a good girl and you took your punishment, you can have a reward,hm?sounds good?" Ben asked,his fingers now rubbing against your pussy "want me to make you cum?" a moan escaped your lips and as an answer you nodded your head eagerly "no,no,words baby,use your words"

"yes,I want to cum" the neediness in your voice was very clear to Ben, and he loved it.He slowly inserted two of his fingers inside you,moving them in a slow pace at first and listened to your moans and whimpers

"Such a good slut,you like this,hm?like it when you get treated like a whore?" with his free hand he gripped the back of your neck, pinning you to the mattress "so good,so good for me, are you gonna cum?hm?are you close?" Ben asked and quickened his pace, his fingers curling inside you and hitting your g-spot, your moans got louder and you gripped onto the bed sheets as you felt yourself closer and closer to the edge

"I'm close" you moaned out "can I cum?please,can I cum?"

"such a good whore" he chuckled "Yeah, yeah,cum for me baby" he added and that's all that you needed to finally let go.

"Good girl" he pulled his fingers out "how about a bath,hm?with bubbles?"

"perfect" your voice came out quiet as you turned to lay on your back, Ben sat down on the bed, caressing your arm gently

"you were good, i'm proud of you" he leaned down placing a kiss on your forehead,than your nose and finally your lips "i'll go and run you a bath, after that we can order your favorite pizza and watch mean girls,sounds good?" he asked and without waiting for your answer he was already on his way to the bathroom

[supercap2319]

Solider boy bragging to the others about taking male reader’s virginity and huge bubble butt😂

"So, Soldier Boy, the world wants to know is it true? Did you personally take the virginity of rising hero, Tesseract?" The interview asked. There was a rally for Soldier Boy. Anyone who was anyone would be attending. Fans. Haters. Influencers. You name it, they were there.

Soldier Boy smiled a charming confidence smile at the interview. "Well, Nance, you see I sort of took Tesseract underneath my wing. The kid was uncharted territory. A chaste boy. A new boy. Celibate. Whatever fucking word tickles your pickle. The kid was one hundred percent virgin."

"Oh? And what made you think that you had the right to take his virtue?"

"Well, for one, he has a nice ass. It's all big and bubbly. Like a pornstar babe." Soldier Boy said. "But I only popped his cherry because the kid needed to experience getting laid. He needed to feel what a real man's cock felt like and I was the only one to do it. Tell me, Nancy, who would be a better teacher than me?"

"Well, you certainly are charming, aren't you? You heard it here first, folks. Soldier Boy has officially claimed Tesseract's virginity as his own.

Meanwhile, across the city, Y/N had his mouth open as he saw the newscast. He threw his cereal bowl at the wall as the TV had a good view of Soldier Boy's confident smile for the camera. "Son of a bitch!!!"

[rebelfell]

Hi, Sarah! Just dropping by to say that “for your viewing pleasure” has completely taken over my life. I desperately need pornstar!Eddie to be real and come outside of the Tumblr app of my phone for real.

Your latest volume of the series is everythinggggg to me. I love me a lover boy. 😫 I wonder how you think he’d react if he ever comes across one of reader’s past co-stars / exes who’s still hung up on her..... Like I kinda need a sneak peek into jealous!pornstar!Eddie’s brain.....

Love you, mean it! 💞

Hi, love! I’m so glad you’re enjoying him, thank you for writing such a sweet note 🥰 Ugh. If only he could leap out of screens that would solve sooooooooooo many of my problems 😩

If you love a loverboy, you’re in the right place. And if there’s one thing about me that’s true it’s that I love to yap, especially about HIM.

So let’s talk jealous!eddie under the cut… 😈

How jealousy plays a part in their dynamic is actually something I’ve been trying to flesh out, because their situation is kind of unique. I deffff made reader a stronger soldier than I am in real life because they’ve been able to watch Eddie fuck multiple people, film it AND edit it, and somehow not get insecure/jealous?????

Like, it could never be me.

And we saw a liiiiiitle flash of Eddie’s jealousy at the awards, but it was more about him worrying he fucked up/missed his chance, and seeing you with another guy just sent that into overdrive.

But I think what they’re going to be jealous about isn’t necessarily sex, but displays of other kinds of intimacy. Like, reader’s jealousy was more about not getting to be the one that walked the carpet with Eddie; they don’t get that moment of public approval of them being together, even if it’s just as friends. They don’t really give a shit about the spotlight or fame, they were looking forward to sharing that moment with him because he’s so important to them. And the kiss just sucked.

Now EDDIE on the other hand doesn’t have the benefit of having as long a career as you’ve had, so he’s still getting used to the “it’s just a job, he’s just a coworker” mentality about your old costars. But the fact that he doesn’t have so much as an inkling of feelings for any of the other girls he’s filmed with is gonna help with that over time.

What I think would send him more over the edge is things like not being able to be openly flirty with you. Like if you’re out at an industry party or something, and you two are together, but still in that phase of trying to keep up your professional appearances, he’s going to HATE watching guys come up to you and flirt with you (intentionally or not) and he’s really just going to be mad he can’t do that. Like HE wants to get you your drinks and HE wants to let his hand rest on your lower back or your hip and HE wants to hold your hand while you’re networking and HE wants to be the one everybody in the room knows you’re here with.

[malevolentmacadamia]

Short soldier boy drabble I wrote. Meh.

Ben thinks that Sundays are- without a doubt, the best day of the week.

It's not a church thing, he's by no means religious. If there's a god, he's useless, because Ben's the one doing everything on his own. No help from the big guy.

No, it's because that's your day off.

Honestly, he gets it, he does, the fact that people need to do something to feel fulfilled. To feel like they make a difference. It's still irritating though.

You work six days a week and no matter how nicely (nicely meaning forcing a smile while you can see his jaw clenched tighter than you are) he offers, how much he complains, you decline to let him take care of you and just quit the fucking nine to five.

(At one point, he threatened to burn the building to ash. In turn, you said you'd leave. As you can guess, it's still standing.)

So, on Sundays, he lets the time pass ten, watches the sunrise with you snuggled up to his bare chest, buries his nose in your neck, and eyes you groaning softly.

You smell like sugar, sex, sun, and sin, things a man can never resist. After all, that's what he's reduced to when he's with you. Not a war hero, nor a savior, but a man. And he does as men do.

He holds you closely, dearly, then fucks you like you're none of those things. Has you screaming and writhing in pleasure, coming and crying and cursing.

He guides you every step of the way, and whispers anything between calling you a good girl and things that could make a pornstar blush.

He lets you shower with him, washes your hair, and eats you out against the shower wall while you dig your fingers into his scalp.

And after you've come more times than you can count, he picks you up, puts your legs around his waist, and brings you to the kitchen for late breakfast. Your legs shake and quiver and you're covered in sweat, because as he nonchalantly flips pancakes, he's fingering you while you're bare-assed on the island.

You eat breakfast, and put on one of his shirts that looks like a dress when you wear it, and then he brings you to the couch to watch bad reality TV while beautiful nonsense spills from your pouted lips.

"No, you're not getting it. Jailynn and Matthias were dating, right?"

"You've said that four times already."

"Great, but Jen's gay, and she has a crush on Jailynn. Jailynn's bi, she's in denial. She likes Matthias but she also likes Jen, so Matthias is trying to sabotage their relationship."

"How does this correlate to them breaking up? Isn't he the one that cheated on his ex? Why are the lesbians letting that dumbass even talk to them?"

"I actually have no clue."

He watches your eyes light up and likes to see the way you furrow your eyebrows and bite your lip when something dumb happens. Holds back a smile when you flail your arms about in disbelief when Jen blames Jailynn for everything.

At nine, he brings you back to bed, and strips you again, kissing every blemish and freckle on your skin.

He doesn't fuck you as much as he makes love to you then, watching the moonlight cast faint shadows on your face, watching your eyelashes flutter as your eyes go glassy. He's kind, and gentle, and everything he shouldn't be. He's grateful, he's reverent.

And when you fall asleep, both still nude, he pushes your body flush against his, and starts to hate that it's Sunday. Because tomorrow's Monday, and he won't have you all to himself anymore.

Things don't blur at the edges, everything feels clear in the moonlight. Earlier you whispered a soft I love you, and he nodded in response. He should've responded in kind and said it back. Because it's true. He loves you.

Sundays are fucking awesome.

[friendlyneighbourhoodfreak]

happy samboy saturday!!!

do you think soldier boy will try to manipulate/coax sam and Dean to make out or something? do you think he'd taunt them, like, "Dean, you're so mad I fucked your brother, why don't you come over like a man and fuck my cum out of him?" 😈

Yes. He absolutely would.

Mdni 18+ under cut

And that pervert would watch like it's his own private porno, he'd shamelessly take his dick out and start stroking it, praising the brothers for how well they're doing, telling Dean what to do to get Sammy to come.

Ben would tease them to no end as well. Egging Dean on to fuck Sammy harder, to fuck his cum out of him.

"C'mon Dean-o I thought you were the man of the house here." Dean would glare at him, cheeks flushed, face and chest sweat shiny, "then fuck my come out of him like one. Let me see it dribble out of that beautiful, tight little pussy"

He'd praise Sam, of course he'd praise Sam. Sam with the cunt so tight it's still so hard to believe he's anything but a virgin. Sammy with the beautiful tits. Sammy who moans like a fucking pornstar every time Ben hits his prostate.

Ben would watch, jerking his dick so fast his hand would get hot, watch as his come would mix with Dean's. Maybe one of them would be able to knock him up one day. That would be the dream.

~~~

Ta-da

Just for clarification, Sam doesn't have a pussy, Ben just feminises him far too much to think of him with anything but.

[soldiersgirl]

already at 1.697 words and they haven't even TOUCHED each other yet. angst only. you're all welcome. <3

[soldiersgirl]

Y'ALL. GUYS. CHAT. ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

the way i screamed when i received this in my dms. i will never recover. this is WHY I WRITE!!!!

love this with all my heart omg

Soldier Boy as Prof. Ben Dover from the super talented @soldiersgirl 's fanfic! Check her out! 😉😏

[scekrex]

First off, LOVE your writing. Like, I’m literally obsessed 😫😫

But I wanted to request something, basically, just Adam wanting to experiment with Y/n cause he’s a little curious (bi-curious 😉) and just him being really awkward with it, like, HE. HAS. NOT. BEEN. THIS ANXIOUS AND SCARED about doing sexual stuff since his first time with EVE. Like, you’d think it would be easy to give a handjob while frotting but WHOOPS his hands are too. fucking. sweaty and the damn dicks keep slipping away and now he wants to die from the embarrassment. Like it’s THAT serious for him. (And it’s TOTALLY not because he has f-f-feelings for Y/n…. Definitely not…)

I really just like nervous bi-curious guys who need a little comforting in their sexuality. Cause I know that poor boy has internalized homophobia RIDDLED in his bones. (Like, how does he know that Angel is a pornstar in hell, but not know Alastor, one of the most famous overloads in hell?? Bro’s been watching that shit on the down-low)

All in all, he gives Church Pastor’s Closeted Gay Son vibes.

But yeah, I just want this boy to know, it’s ok for him to want to suck a dick and MAYBE kiss the homies goodnight (IDK sounds a little gay/j) 😭🙏

Okay okay okay, so Adam struggling with being bi? Fuck yeah. Like it seriously messes with his fucking head and he doesn't understand it at fucking all.

Is this the life, the one from your dreams?

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, handjob

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam's been acting kinda strange for the past few days - that means even stranger than he had been acting before. And somehow his strange behavior had led to the two of you sitting in your bedroom, dressed in nothing but boxershorts and having the most awkward conversation.

You and Adam had been close friends for a couple thousand years by now, he was your rotten soldier, your homeboy and you knew you meant just as much to him as he meant to you. But while you were okay with being queer, Adam had his problems with it. ‘I can't be gay, I'm fucking Adam, God didn't create me to be gay and suck dick' was one of the excuses he used the most whenever you addressed the topic. But this time it was different.

“So uhm, y'know how you're gay?” Good fucking job Adam, of course you would forget about something like that. You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words and crooked your head a little, “What kind of question is that?” Yeah, that he was asking himself as well, what kind of question was that? His sweaty palm ran through his hair in order to cool himself down, it wasn't helping. Not the slightest bit. He was still nervously sweating and twitching, leaving you confused. “Yeah, stupid thing to ask I- fuck. I was wondering-” how would you ask for something like that anyway? ‘So I know you've said you'd smash me in the past, is that offer still on the table?’ Fuck no. “Yeah, fuckhead, that offer’s still on the table,” was your more than casual response to his question - which he had apparently voiced out loud. The brunette’s head snapped towards you, meeting your eyes for the first time ever since he had entered your apartment today, “What?” He sounded so confused and overwhelmed at the same time, his eyes reflected both excitement and anxiety. He looked so confident yet so insecure.

“Y’know, if ya wanna fuck around to find out, I'm your guy,” oh and how Adam adored yet hated the sound of that - he desperately wanted you to be his guy, though not only in the context of sex but rather as his boyfriend - not that he'd tell you though. So he simply just stared at you because what the fuck had you just said? “So if I like-” You interrupted him by placing your hand firmly on his thigh, he looked at your hand, then sought eye contact. “If ya wanna hook up I'm cool with that.”

But were you? Were you cool with ‘just hooking up’? No. But it was the most you could get, the closest you'd ever be to Adam and if Adam wanted you to be his fuck-buddy, you wouldn't turn it down. If fuck-buddy was all the first man had to offer, you'd gladly swallow it. Adam seemed to have noticed the uncertainty in your eyes, yet he was too scared to ask if you were sure - he knew he should have asked, but he was too afraid you'd change your mind last minute.

Your hand slowly crept closer up to his crotch and the brunette sitting in front of you let you, his curious golden eyes watched your every move carefully and once your hand had finally reached its destination, a quiet moan escaped him. He immediately didn't like the feeling - not the feeling itself, the feeling itself was purely divine. It was rather the feeling of giving up control that he didn't like, he felt lost, vulnerable and exposed. So he grabbed a hold of your wrist and moved it away from his body entirely, that earned him another confused look by you. “I know what I like, don't fucking care if it's done by a fucking chick or a dude. I wanna fucking find out how to-” he wasn't even able to say it, to say that he wanted to learn how to pleasure dudes, how to pleasure you. But you understood him, of course you did. Aside from Lute you knew him best, you were the one who could look right through his tough guy act but you never said a word about it. You saw the tiniest of emotions in his eyes, mostly even emotions Adam himself hadn't noticed.

So you wiggled out of his grip, grabbed his wrist instead and guided it straight to your crotch instead. The feeling of Adam's palm against your most sensitive part was different from what you had imagined it - it was better. His large palm had no issue cupping all of you and you couldn't help but lightly thrust up against his hot skin. The brunette's eyes widened, not in shock but in lust, the way your body reacted to his simple touch was amazing, purely wonderful. The fact that you also managed to hold eye contact while thrusting up against his palm and tiny moans falling from your lips - though he was sure you just did that to tease him - all those things did something to him. “Are ya gonna jerk me off or do I need to do that myself?” Fuck, your words were tempting, so so sweet and tempting, how could he refuse? And seriously, giving you a handjob couldn't be any different than jerking himself off, could it?

Well it very much could. Once your underwear had been snapped away by the first man, his hand was so sweaty that it kept losing its grip, your dick kept slipping out of his hand and while you truly didn't seem to mind it all that much given the fact that it was his first experience, Adam minded. He wanted this to be good, he wanted you to remember how good he was in bed, that his hand was feeling so much better than yours but how could he make you feel that way when he didn't even manage to jerk you off properly? He looked stressed, his body was tense and he was feeling many things but enjoyment wasn't one of them. And of course you had to notice all of this.

“Adam,” your voice sounded so soft, so understanding, like he was a child that had just broken a mug and you were their father, telling them that it is okay and the world wouldn't burn down because of one broken mug. “Relax,” you continued to speak, his eyes snapped up, met yours and you couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped your lips as your eyes met his. Frustration and fear was visible in them and honestly, you understood his position, you had been there too. Of course it had been a while - quite a long while actually, but you had been there too. “I am fucking relaxed,” was his response as he tried to tighten the grip around your erection in order to jerk you off - yet his hand slipped away again. “Fuck- I-” you were quick to interrupt him, one hand came to rest on his knee, “We can stop, we don't-” “Fuck no, I'm not gonna stop.” Well that was certainly good to know, yet he didn't seem quite comfortable with the situation he was in, the exact opposite seemed to be the case - or was he just that nervous? Could it be?

You grabbed a hold of Adam's wrist, then guided his hand up and down by it. “Start slowly,” you hummed as you watched with delight how his hand moved up and down your shaft. While this was far from perfect, it was pretty good, better than using your own hand. The fact that it was Adam who was jerking you off added a lot of pleasure to the picture, it was always easier to get off when the person you fancied is the one doing the work. “I fucking know how to fucking jerk someone off, it’s not like I’ve never fucking done it,” he umbled, sounding slightly annoyed by you treating him like an inexperienced child - and while you certainly knew that, jerking yourself off and jerking your partner (or in this case someone else entirely) off were two completely different things to do. He knew how he liked it, he knew how he had to twist his own hand to cause pleasure to take over his body, he knew how fast and rough he liked it - he knew nothing about that when it came to you. So you let go of his wrist and watched as his hand slipped off your dick once again, frustation was written all over his face - fuck this was so . For that he had bragged about how fucking awesome he was in bed regardless the gender. He had said once or twice that he was certain he could pleasure a dude just as well as a chick, there was no big difference after all - his words, not yours. “Mhm, I can see,” you teased the first man with a soft chuckle, it wasn’t a big deal that he was nervous, you understood, you had been there too - that was a couple thousand years in the past, of course, but you had been there too. “Oh shut the fuck up,” he bit back - or well, at least he had intended to bite back, there was not a single bit of harshness in his voice though, if anything he sounded defeated. “This is not a competition, y’know? I’m not gonna go out of this and compare you to former experiences,” and in God’s mighty name, Adam truly didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as patient and understanding as you. Because how? How could you stay so calm and collected yet looked so happy and pleased with the situation you were in while the brunette was going through one crisis after another? How was it possible for it to feel so right to have his hand wrapped around your erection and yet he felt so overwhelmed by it? Why couldn’t you simply yell at him for being a fuck-up? That way he could hate himself and you, but this way? This way the only person he could truly hate was himself. Because he wanted to pleasure you, wanted you to feel amazing, to come undone by his touch and voice and presence - simply by him and him alone. He wanted you to enjoy this, he didn’t want you, however, to guide him through this. But he knew that was part of the learning process. He had to learn what you liked and then he had to learn how to fulfill those desires of yours.

“This isn’t about how you have to be perfect,” your voice was filled with softness, Adam was sure at this point it was simply a warm, comforting blanket that you used to wrap around him in order to put his mind at ease. But it was, wasn’t it? Because who were to say you would fool around with him ever again if he wasn’t good? You’d either pleasure yourself or go and seek that somewhere else from someone else and that the first man really didn’t want. No way he wanted someone else to see how glorious you looked, drowning in lust and desire - he wanted to be the only one. His eyes seemed to be reflecting at least some of his wishes because your hand came up to cup his cheek and the second your warm, soothing palm made contact with his face - the gentle kind of contact, of course - he leaned into your touch like it was his second nature. “Lemme guide you, just this one time. Next time you can have all the control ya want.” The brunette’s eyes widened at your words, a promise for another time, “What?” You chuckled, clearly amused by his surprise, “You thought I’d let ya off the hook after I show you how I like my men?” Your men, your men, your men. Those words repeated in Adam’s head over and over again and while the logical part of him knew how you had meant it, the emotional side of him was going wild over your phrasing. Your men, your men, your men. He was your man - well, somehow that wasn’t wrong though, he was the one trying to get you off after all. His brain seemed to malfunction at the sheer thought of it, which caused another chuckle to bubble from your throat, “This won’t be a one-time-thing for as long as you don’t want it to remain a one-time-thing.”

Was that the right thing to say? Was it okay to offer more to him? You knew that one day you’d drown in this, one day the offer you had just made would backfire, would hurt you. It would crush your heart and leave a thousand little pieces, but right now you knew it was the closest you could get and you were willing to pay the price of ending up hurt in the future for as long as the present remained to feel so good, so pure, so fucking amazing. Adam pulled his hand from your dick, drawing a needy moan at the loss of friction from you, a grin stretched across his lips and a cocky, “Patience, babes,” followed quickly. The brunette wiped his hand off on the backsheets, getting rid of most of the sweat that had collected on the inside of his palm, then he went back to word and did as you had told him - he settled for a slower therefore firmer pace, and look at that, it worked. “Fuck,” you muttered underneath your breath as your head lulled backwards, exposing your throat to Adam and the first man wanted nothing more than to dive in and mark you up, he wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him, that he had claimed you as his and only his even though you didn’t know about that yet. But he didn’t. He wasn’t sure if that was a line he was allowed to cross, jerking you off and watching you fall apart by his hand was one thing, leaving marks that would stay for days was another level though. A level he had yet to reach. “Keep that- oh fucking shit, just like that,” you hummed as the first man twisted his hand experimentally and watched as your eyes slipped close. Pleasure was shooting through your veins and you made sure to be as vocal as possible about it to let him know he was doing a great job - directly praising Adam seemed like something that would scare the first man off, so you had to keep it subtle yet not hidden, he clearly needed the affirmation you offered him.

His movements became steadier, more confident and a little quicker as well, he was growing used to the feeling of having his hand wrapped around another dick and he loved to watch your face, he noticed the little details - how your eyes would squeeze shut whenever you were to moan for him, how your head twitched so slightly whenever he twisted his hand the right way. Adam had not known that someone could look this holy, like he had imagined you’d look absolutely heavenly falling apart underneath his touch, but the reality he was experiencing was so much better. Pride filled him as he felt you thrusting up into his touch - that meant he wasn’t completely fucking up which counted as a win in his book so far, yet he wanted to be better for you, he wanted you to remeber him as your best - not just any hook-up, his ego wouldn’t be able to handle that. He wouldn’t be able to handle that. “Talk to me,” you basically begged him with a needy whine and yet another thrust upwards and it took the brunette a moment to process your words and figure out what they were trying to tell him, then it clicked. Dirty talk. That would be the same as it is with chicks, right? “Look at the fucking dirty mess you are, fucking hell,” he breathed the words out as he leaned forwards, his lips were now gently brushing against your ear and he playfully tested the water by nibbling on your earlobe - a surprised yet not unpleasant gasp escaped your body, followed by a throaty groan and a harsh thrust of your hips, “More, please Adam.” And oh fuck, the brunette was sure he’d cream his fucking pants if you were to keep moaning his name like that. It was otherworldly, his name falling from your lips in the way they did, staining it, dirting it, and yet the first man couldn’t care less. His grip tightened a little, earning him a moan filled with pure desire and lust, to Adam it was music. “Keep it u- oh fuck,” the first man didn’t give you enough air to breathe, he had figured out how to move and twist his hand in order to get more of these delicious sounds to fall from your lips, he felt like you were an open book for him to read even though he basically knew nothing about your likes and dislikes yet. However, he planned on changing that in the future. For now, he wanted to make you cum. And his plan seemed to work out pretty well, because it was just a few moments later that you lifted your hips off the bed, your back hit the mattress as you fell backwards, exposing yourself to Adam in all your glory and the first man loved every single bit of it. “Close,” it was only a whisper, barely audible and the brunette had almost missed it - almost. He decided to try and quicken his pace a little, he swept his thumb over your slit, not only to tease you but also to use your pre-cum as lube - just how he had seen it in the demon porn he watched every now and then. The dudes that had fucked Angel Dust had made it all look so easy but now he knew better, it was hard word. But it was hard work he was willing to do if that meant he got to hear your soft cires and lusty moans.

And before his mind could even catch onto what was happening, your back was arching and hot white semen covered his hand and your stomach. You were breathing heavily and in amazement Adam watched as your chest rose and fell. “Fuck,” you muttered, your eyes were still closed as you tried your best to catch your breath, “Not fucking bad for your first time, big guy.” The grin on your lips was cocky, playful and definitely only there to tease Adam - he knew that. “Not fucking bad? I’d say I was pretty fucking amazing,” ah there it was his usual confidence. You had wondered where it had gone, it was good to know it was back. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” you hummed and were about to turn around, yet the brunette stopped you by pinning your shoulders against the mattress, where the sudden return of his confidence came from he didn’t know, his body was on autopilot, he was done holding back. He had held back for too long and his body seemed pretty done with it. He looked down at you, your eyes met his as you opened them slowly. The first man was hovering above you, pinning you down firmly yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. “So?” you cockily asked, raising an eyebrow at the first man above you, “Are ya gonna kiss me now or what?”

[ro-sham-no]

lines from "chemical kids and mechanical brides" - pierce the veil

I’m a chemical kid, you’re a mechanical bride

Sam about Dean, whom John treats like his obligatory bride, like Mary, raising his son for him, cleaning up his messes.

“Chemical kid,” the perfect term for how Sam sees himself compared to Dean, the mechanical bride, the perfect soldier. Dean, who effortlessly falls in line with their father’s orders, tends to his wants and needs as part of the harmony of a nuclear marriage. All the while Sam stumbles along, never quite understanding the mission, the goal. Always a half-step out of place, always questioning things in a way he can’t help, left at a disadvantage without the coercive devotion of a father-husband to guide his hand. 

Just a chemical kid left in the back seat, left in the dark; a rough acid mixture scrambled together from a vat of molecules, all collectively disjointed and not quite right. Sam, the chemical kid who has a brother and a drill sergeant posing as his mother and father together in the front seat. 

I held a diamond to the sun, to count the moments on account of the way you smile for me.

Oh, we’re in slow motion when you smile, for me.

As a kid, Sam falls in puppy love with Dean, not yet disillusioned to big brother’s imperfections. As far as Sam is concerned, Dean is the perfect, all-American boy next door. Sam doesn’t see him smoking, doesn’t see big brother make pretty, too-young girls squirm from his attention, at their father’s behest. Can’t yet recognize the smell of spirits on his breath, doesn’t know what that means.

I still hold your breath so you won’t leave

Then comes the break, the beginning of the end. Sam starts to make the connection between the smell on Dean’s breath and the sloppy way he talks when that smell is around. Connecting it to the same smell that’s sometimes on John’s breath - usually better hidden, he learns - and to the always too-quickly diminishing supply of “disinfectant” in the med kit.

He makes those connections and he panics and starts to grip tighter to his brother-boyfriend, not realizing that his devotion, that his cloying behavior is what’s breaking Dean’s heart in the first place. Doesn’t realize it’s driving him to desperately try and snap Sam out of that puppy-love, entirely sickening in the way it makes Dean feel far too much like their father, like Dean’s husband.

Dean tries wretchedly to keep Sam from the fate of becoming a mechanical bride to his brother, one that Dean never asked for but one that he knows he would selfishly never be able to let go, once it happened, once the marriage vows solidified.

Pastel red and pornstar white,

Ghost on the altar.

We breathe, don’t leave.

The eternal chorus of their combined lives. Breathing to each other in the dark, unacknowledged, “Don’t leave.”

If there’s a God then I’m letting Him go, all for you, you alone.

Raise my hands at the thought of you leaving me alone,

What if I… What if I… What if I, I still care?

All too soon, Sam grows up and realizes that Dean knows, at least a little bit. Realizes that it’s killing him. So Sam tries, for Dean’s sake, to move on, to stop breaking his brother’s heart with the curse of his little brother’s horrific love and affection. 

But it doesn’t work.

Sam knows it’s wrong, to love Dean, to love his mother, this way. To crave the taste of his breath in the morning. To yearn for the knowledge of what his name sounds like leaving his brother’s breathless lips in the dark. He knows he needs to let go. He tries praying, tries distancing himself in the exact opposite way to how Dean does it, so they don’t run into each other. He throws himself into a private, secret faith, into schoolwork, into bettering himself - trying to purify his body, trying to cleanse it.

But it doesn’t work, of course. It doesn’t work. 

And his efforts make his heart break so violently he’s ill with it, entirely sure in the knowledge that it’s killing him. And he knows that, beyond anything, that would kill Dean, for good, so he knows he has to avoid it at all costs. He tells himself that he’s not biased in that decision.

He keeps up his new habits - because it seems to make Dean secretly happy to see his rebellious normality, and that’s the goal, after all. But privately, in the dark, away from the prying eyes of the divine fraternal, he admits that he’s giving up on stifling his devotion. He stops pretending he doesn’t feel that arm-raising panic every time Dean walks out the door to go to the bar, leaving him all alone, and he stops pretending he doesn’t still care. 

And he stops pretending that it doesn’t feel like infidelity when Dean comes home with the drugstore lipstick stains of some two-bit whore all over him. Finally stops pretending that Dean coming home, drunkenly (and mistakenly, surely) falling asleep in Sam’s bed while smelling like whiskey, sweat, and sex doesn’t have Sam jacking off furiously at every opportunity for days afterward.

As you fall fast asleep, it reminds me of the slow symphonies behind me, all the nightmares you’ll see, tomorrow.

Through the trees, I’ll blow.

But then it’s noon, and that means Sam’s inconsolable. It’s noon at midnight, with a Greyhound bus hurtling towards the no-name town they currently reside in, 4 hours out. Sam already bought a ticket.

It’s noon at midnight, and Sam watches as Dean falls fast asleep, reminding Sam of the slow symphonies of love, far behind him now. He thinks of the nightmares he knows Dean will see tomorrow after he wakes up to find all of Sam and all of his stuff missing. He thinks of how Dean will frantically search for him, of how he’ll find the note Sam’s gonna leave on the bathroom mirror. 

Thinks of how Dean’s gonna find out about the ultimatum John gave Sam in a fight they had all too recently, on one of the rare afternoons they were both in the motel and Dean wasn’t. Thinks of how John will tell him, once Dean cries hard enough; always a big, tough marine until he sees the teary-eyed likeness of his dead wife pasted onto the face of his eldest son. Crumpling fiercely, fervently in the face of Mary-Dean’s grief, betraying the vow of silence Sam had twisted out of him that afternoon in an instant. 

But that’s okay, Sam thinks as Dean’s breaths gently even out. That’s okay because, by the time that coerced vow is broken, Sam will be long gone, less tangible than a wisp of wind blowing through the trees.

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Odumodublvck, Cruel Santino & Bella Shmurda - Dog Eat Dog II Lyrics

Odumodublvck, Cruel Santino & Bella Shmurda - Dog Eat Dog II Lyrics Intro: Odumodublvck Hm, hm, hm Black sheep for life, black sheep forever Izgaaju till we kpeme, Antiworld gangsters (Never be my friends) GE records, you get me? Odumodublvck (Kpakurukpa, now I dey ball) Odumodublvck (My baby give me big koroba, be like say I dey dull) Ayy, tic-tac-toe (Mm, Idan, shey I say, "I don come?”) Ucee (Ahh) Chorus: Odumodublvck When I show them light (Idan), them go turn their back (Be like I don show) Them go show me dark I can never lie, put it on my God (Be like say I don come, come jonz, ayy) Say my future bright but they gossip that, ayy It is very bad (Ayy), look am well, dan iska (Mm, she can never lie) She can never lie, I dey treat am well, my lover (Prra, ayy, treat am well) She can never lie, I dey treat am well (I dey treat am well), my lover (She can never lie, ayy) She can never lie (Ayy, treat am well), I dey treat am well (My) Verse 1: Odumodublvck Anything I want I'm gonna get Put me on the spot You no be threat, I no dey fear (Prra) I'm the fearless nigga that you heard about, then Now and forever na me go dent them Gave them everything, they said I'm blessed (Dent them), "Odumodu na you we count on (Count on, dent them) Take us to the promised land, we bank on" (Bank on, say na me go deaf them) Shout Hallelujah, brother Doings dey my resume (I go butcher them) Did it like an Israelite Aaron (Aaron) All my brothers them be follow come Sharper than a porcupine Defend any predator (Prra) Pre-Chorus: Odumodublvck Kpakurukpa... My baby give me big koroba (They can never be my friends) She dey lap for my yard I dey find kaluba (Now I dey ball) Make I feel among (Be like say I dey dull), Lacazette, I dey fire like Kpakurukpa (Ayy, Idan) My baby give me big koroba (Be like say I don come) She dey lap for my yard I dey find kaluba (Ayy, them go run) I say make I feel among (Be like say I dey dull), Lacazette, I dey fire like that Verse 2: Cruel Santino This one na, 'Dog Eat Dog' I stand in, final warrior, ah-la-la-la Me sunk in a pornstar From the day them born me aromashina, aromashina, aromashina Odumodu the prince of undefeated lamba Santino move like Roger Miller, they can't keep up Dog Eat, Dog Eat, Dog Eat, Dog Eat Warrior Amaka do that dance, Amaka do that dance, warrior Amaka got it all, bust it down on me a soldier Woof-woof, woof-woof, woof-woof, woof-woof (Now dog eat dog) Verse 3: Bella Shmurda Disturbing Maitama You can never lie when I put it in dada Anything I want, I go do Mandela She can never smoke, high me like gbana (Gbana-ooh), ooh-oh Dangbana, Born Fela With the man dem Odumodu, big kala (Kala) She dey just dey whine like she wan do pana When she see the thing, big boy mon kanra, ooh-oh Popotipoti (Ayy), tikatikati (Ayy) As I enter her body, okigbe daddy, daddy, ayy Pre-Chorus: Odumodublvck & Bella Shmurda Kpakurukpa (oh yeah) My baby give me big koroba (They can never be my friends, ayy, oh yeah) She dey lap for my yard I dey find kaluba (Now I dey ball, I dey find kaluba) Make I feel among (Be like say I dey dull), Lacazette, I dey fire like Kpakurukpa (Ayy, Idan, oya, kpakurukpa) My baby give me big koroba (Be like say I don come) She dey lap for my yard I dey find kaluba (Ayy, them go run, I dey find kaluba) I say make I feel among (Be like say I dey dull), Lacazette (Grrt), I dey fire like that Chorus: Odumodublvck & Bella Shmurda When I show them light, them go turn their back (Back, back, be like say I don) Them go show me dark (I don come ayy) I can never lie, put it on my God (Toe, tic-tak-toe) Say my future bright but they gossip that (Prra), ayy It is very bad, look am well, dan iska (She can never lie) She can never lie, I dey treat am well, my lover (She can never lie, ah, she can never lie, ayy) She can never lie, I dey treat am well, my lover (She can never lie, ayy) Outro: Odumodublvck & Bella Shmurda My baby give me big koroba She dey lap for my yard I dey find kaluba (I dey find kaluba) Make I feel among ayy (Prra, be like say I don jonze) Lacazette, I dey fire like that (I dey fire like that ayy, oya kpakurukpa) Make I feel among ayy (Be like say I don ah) Racks on racks, then I shoot my gun (Paw, tum, paw) One day I go hol' am stand (Prra) Odumodublvck (Ah), shun backstabbers Yahweh dey my back, hm Read the full article

[soldiersgirl]

work in progress tag game!!

thank you for the tags my angels!! @losers-clvb @littlesoulshine @bejeweledinterludes @h8aaz @wchswift @mystic-writings

rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have wips. people can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

soldier boy: - the angstiest fucking thing i might ever write!! it was requested by anon and it's taken me forever but im finally continuing it! ben and reader want it each other and they need each other, but not in the same way - pornstar! soldier boy x bunny!reader, i was inspired by my asks and now i need soldier boy to just fuuuuck like an animal :) - joint!reader part 2!! where we finally learn more about her and really get to see the dynamic between her and ben <3

sam winchester: - anon requested ANYTHING for sam, so im still trying to figure out which way i'm taking it but im open to suggestions for sam as it'll be my first time writing for him :))))

my motivation is soooo fucking gone rn but im hoping that these turn out well 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

npt: @vmiina @bluemerakis @figthoughts @jasvtsc @cherrygirlfriend @rositaslabyrinth @titsout4jackles @valjy & anyone else who wants to<33

work in progress folder tag game

thank you so much for the tag @blossomingorchids

rules: make a post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have wips. people can send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

just like the lovely elle, i finish most fics then post them. however, i do have a couple i need to rework a bit, and a ton of ideas that are just waiting to be written. so, i suppose for the sake of the game, if you send me an ask about one of them, i will reply with what i would put in the 'content' section.

dean winchester

cowboys and angels

calling dr. winchester (series)

heaven

made of honor (small series)

sam winchester

party girl! reader (this will be a short 'series')

mess it up

trauma (this is not the final title lol)

billy butcher

simon says (not the final title, i can't think of anything better right now)

soldier boy/ben

"fuck me like i'm famous" (again, not the final title, just lyrics from a song i'm taking inspiration from for it)

meeting the family

no pressure tags: @bettystonewell @j2archives @angelicjackles @buckysbabygorl @ohsc @jays-bonnie-on-the-side @sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth @soldiersgirl @littlesoulshine

[smutconnoisseur]

This is the place where all of the mood boards that I create will be stored.

Please be advised that some of the following content may contain explicit and mature themes, and is (NSFW). All creations are my own.

REQUESTS: OPEN

❥ Mafia!Bucky x Kept Boy!Steve

❥ Doctor!Rogers x Patient!Bucky (1)

❥ Foodie Influencer!Bucky x Chef!Steve

❥ RetiredCap!Alpha!Steve Rogers x Baker!Omega!Bucky Barnes

❥ Dragon!Steve Rogers x Farmer!Bucky Barnes

❥ TFATWS!Bucky x Johnny Storm

❥ Rockstar!Bucky Barnes x Captain America!Steve Rogers

❥ Dark!Beta!Sheriff!Bucky Barnes x Outlaw!Alpha!Steve Rogers

❥ Alpha!Gymnast Coach!Steve Rogers x Omega!Gymnast!Bucky

❥ TattooArtist!Steve Rogers x Gentlemans Club Worker!Bucky Barnes

❥ Lloyd Hansen x Steve Kemp (1)

❥ War Time Stucky Header

❥ D/s | Post Serum!Steve x Winter Soldier!Bucky

❥ Pornstar!Hitman!Steve Rogers x Human Meat Seller!Bucky Barnes

❥ Bed & Breakfast Owner!Bucky

❥ Dom!Andy Barber x Sub!Max Burnett x Dom!Rockstar!Bucky Barnes

❥ Cafe Owner!Steve Rogers x Caffeine Enthusiast&Author!Bucky Barnes

❥ Daddy!Andy Barber/Baby Boy!TJ Hammond

❥ Himbo!Steve Rogers x Bartender!Bucky Barnes

❥ Model!Bucky Barnes x Photographer!Steve Rogers

❥ Erotic Performer!Bucky Barnes x Officer!Steve Rogers

❥ Past!Football Player!Steve Rogers x Past!Football Player!Bucky Barnes

❥ Silver Fox!Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x 1940s!James Barnes

❥ Demon!Bucky Barnes x Librarian!Steve Rogers

❥ Priest!James Bucky Barnes x Demon!Nomad!Steve Rogers

❥ Roman!Royalty!James Bucky Barnes x Gladiator!Steve Rogers

❥ Pastry Chef!Bucky Barnes x Wedding Planner!Steve Rogers

❥ Farmer!Nomad!Steve Rogers x Trailer Park Slut!Bucky Barnes

❥ Circus!Ringmaster!Bucky Barnes x Fire Performer!Steve Rogers

❥ Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (Anon)

❥ Dark!Witch!Bucky Barnes x Incubus!Chase Collins

❥ Modern!Bucky Barnes x Boss!Ari Levinson

❥ Master!Steve Kemp x Pup!Slave!Winter Soldier

❥ Single Dad!Silver Fox!Bucky Barnes x Nomad!Doctor!Steve Rogers

❥ Vampire!King!Steve Rogers x Human!Bride!Bucky Barnes

❥ Firefighter!Bucky Barnes x Pre-Serum!Cam Boy!Steve Rogers

❥ Hitman!Steve Rogers x Recovering!Bucky Barnes

❥ Kelpie!Bucky Barnes x Merman!Prince!Steve Rogers

❥ Beefy!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Cap!Alpha!Steve Rogers

[draguta]

Draguta's October 2021 Fic Recs

Lol I know I’m late ~ October has been ROUGH ngl! These are just a few of my favourites that I read this October! Please note that just because they are included on this list, does not mean that they were posted in October 2021 ~ I'm just very behind and trying to play catch up!

🌹 Smut (18+, Minors DNI)

🌺 Personal Favourite

ONE SHOTS

Unfortunately Yours 🌹 | @weepingvoidpenguin |

When you and Bucky successfully infiltrate a HYDRA auction, you're told to stay another day due to max capacity on the jet. But how are you going to survive a night alone with this insufferable Super Soldier? Especially considering the miniscule size of the room and the obvious dilemma presented; who gets the bed? | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Fuck You (Derogatory) 🌹🌺 | @bucksfucks |

A ruined mission turns to you & Bucky fucking it out. | TFATWS!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

A Little Help 🌹 | @captainsimagines |

Bucky’s been having difficulties in a certain...department. He’s at a loss, completely ready to give up until he starts theorizing. If you have the ability to heal people, maybe you can help him out. Maybe you’ll be able to fix him. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Play Pretend 🌹 | @wkemeup

| Part I | Part II |

When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Nobody Does It Like You Do 🌹 | @ambrosiase

The hot dad next door finds your onlyfans.. oops? | Divorced Dilf!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Stranded 🌹 | @bucksfucks |

When your car breaks down on the side of the road and your dad can’t come rescue you, he sends the next best thing. |DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Accidental Pictures 🌹 | @alisonsfics |

you’ve always had a crush on your dad’s best friend, but it’s always been easy to hide. that is, until you accidentally send him pictures meant for someone else | DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Almost Caught 🌹 | @loveaffaire |

| DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

SERIES

Your Filthy Heart 🌹 | @sweeterthanthis |

Since the moment Bucky Barnes entered your life, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him. The fact that he was marrying your mother was just a minor block in the road. As you embark on a raunchy affair with your new stepfather, you realise there’s a lot more to Bucky Barnes than first meets the eye. | Stepdad!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

These Ties That Bind Us 🌺 | @sweetascanbee |

When you’re sixteen years old, you get a soul mark with the letters ‘JBB’ emblazoned on your left wrist. The only problem is, soulmate pairings have basically gone extinct, and the man you’ve been paired with has been dead for seven decades. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

A Taste For Older Men 🌹🌺 | @seventven |

| Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | PART VIII |

Y/N is moving back in with her parents after breaking up with her college boyfriend. Due to an emergency at work, Y/N’s dad is unable to pick her up and sends his friend Bucky in his stead. To Bucky’s surprise, Y/N is no longer the innocent girl he remembers from years back. | DBF!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Coming In Hot 🌹🌺 | @nexusnyx |

When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be. Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem. A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem. Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Stark Hub 🌹 | @world-of-aus |

A collection of one shots set in an AU world where the boys are porn stars working for Stark Entertainment. | PornStar!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Delicate Edges 🌺 | @wkemeup |

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You’re trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe. | Biker!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

Pride and Privacy 🌹 | @adrinktostopyourthirst |

| Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII |

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line. | Bucky Barnes x Nurse!Reader |

Astrophile | @all1e23 |

Orion Rebecca Barnes’s favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to notice his daughter’s sudden interest in constellations and the large stack of astrology related books piling up in her room. He’s spent her entire life trying to teach her about the stars and where her name came from with little interest from his little comet and all of a sudden she’s in love. All thanks to the girl who owns the bookstore? | Firefighter!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

The Match 🌹🌺 | @babyboibucky |

You come across your boss' Tinder profile. | CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader |

As It Was, Baby | @nexusnyx |

Living right across from James Barnes was certainly an experience, but a much different one than most people expect. A neighbor who is respectful, funny and brings you food every now and then is any girl’s dream. Too bad you’re only his neighbor and nothing else. Or, at least, that’s what you thought. One stormy night changes everything and discovering that you mean more to the Sargent that you expected has life-altering consequences. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

Call Me When You Want 🌹 | @bonky-n-steeb |

When you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. But your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. However, you are unaware that they are actually the same person. | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader |

The Two Of Us 🌺 | @bucky-bucket-barnes |

You and Bucky go to investigate the phenomenon happening in Westview, New Jersey. While attempting to understand the issue, you yourselves are sucked into Wanda’s world of pretend. Now, you believe yourselves to be the happily married Mr. and Mrs. Barnes; in real life, you are most definitely not a happy pair. It is up to you and Bucky to piece together what’s happening while dealing with one another inside the hex. | Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader |