#repost because tumblr HATES my pussy

[stupidfatslut420]

so pretty

[multistan-247]

❝ 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖆𝖐𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖊 ❞

⚠︎ Characters: bf! toji zenin x gf! fem reader

⚠︎ Warnings: 18+, cunnilingus, explicit smut, nipple play, nicknames, established relationship, toji showing off his strength and his insatiable appetite for you.

⚠︎ Synopsis: Toji loves to get his hands on you when you slip on his t-shirts after a long night of love making and wants more.

A/N: a repost because tumblr loves to be a bish and send complaints abt one of my best works.

He's been at this for a while now.

Ever since Toji slid his hands up your thighs, smirking when learnt the absence of your panties, his chuckle in your ears makes you shudder.

"An open invite for me, huh sweetheart? Well, who am I to say no to that?"

So when you found yourself laying on the cold kitchen counter, bare for his eyes to feast upon, a blush streaks the plum of your cheeks. His eyes soften when they catch you blushing, but the predatory look never fades.

He hums and buries his raven head between your thighs, immediately gaining moans from you as his mouth greedily takes what he wanted.

"I eat pussy for myself." He'd said, the first time he ate you out.

Loud slurping sounds, provocative and loud, now fill the kitchen as the aroma of freshly made coffee and toast linger in the air.

"T-Toji."

You mewl, tugging at his free raven locks and your thighs threaten to close around his head. Calloused hands grip them open, squeezing or running his thumbs over your skin mindlessly.

Toji was a starved man, finally finding his elixir of life between your thighs, his own personal heaven. He was selfish with the way he eats you out but knew exactly what triggers you.

Your moans grow high-pitched when he slowly drives his tongue into your pussy, drawing the beginning of an orgasm from you. His slurps become louder; filthier. Your nipples tighten, and he notices the effect of his actions in your bodily reactions.

"Toji- Toji- please- please-"

"Shhh, little girl. You're distracting me."

He says in a reprimanding tone and hooks his brawny arms under your thighs, pulling you impossibly close to his greedy mouth.

"Ha- Toji!"

He doesn't stop at all.

You feel the peak of your orgasm unraveling quickly, but steadily, reducing all your moans into mewls of his name, your fingers tugging at your nipples.

He suddenly lets go of you, shock registering into your body when he slides his hands up your back, supporting your lower half and one around your neck, lifting you quite effortlessly, the position allowing him a lot more access to your pretty pussy as you squeal and your thighs twitch.

Toji's head is sandwiched between your thighs and he couldn't be more happier.

"I love your pussy. So wet and complaint for me."

He groans, the vibrations arousing goosebumps on your hypersensitive body. And then, his swollen lips suck on your clit so hard, your vision is reduced to black spots and then you come, his tongue going back to dive into your hole, not wasting a single drop of your juices.

"Fuck. You squirted."

Rising up from between your legs, the emerald green of his eyes blown wide with the lust occupying him. His mouth is red, coated in a sheen layer of your transparent juices and he darts out his tongue to lick it; and you groan, hiding your burning face behind your hands.

"You're so filthy." You tell him as you sit up, and he laughs, throwing his head back and eyes scrunching.

"Only for you, darling."

"Gimme my shirt. I'm cold and hungry." You pout, the coldness of the granite slab chilling you despite your previous activity.

"Nuh-uh. I'm hungry for your pussy. Breakfast can wait." He growls, sending another spark of desire to your belly. You don't have the opportunity to protest when he picks you up and makes his way to your shared room.

The neighbours hate the both of you for sure.

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[obsessedelusional]

In Your Dreams

parings ✦ Eddie Munson x Reader

summary ✦ Eddie was your childhood best friend. What happens when he was a dirty dream about you? Will it tear you apart or bring you two closer? contains smut

authors note ✦ feedback and reblogs appreciated <3

I’m reposting this one because a few hours after posting this my account experienced a glitch. That stopped my posts from showing up in tags. Tumblr claims they fixed it so hopefully you can see this

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“What the hell was that?” Eddie groans looking down at his morning hard on. The details of the dream he had replaying in his mind, over and over again. He just had a sex dream about his best friend.

Eddie still remember the day you moved to Hawkins. You were so young, moving into a trailer a few spots down from him. Eddie was only nine years old and was ecstatic when he found out there was a kid moving just down the street. He was surprised when he found out you were actually a little girl but that never changed anything. Didn’t take very long for you two to become best friends.

Never once had he thought about you in any way but platonic. Sure he knew you were beautiful. He also definitely noticed when your breast started to grow in junior high but tried his best not to stare. Even when Jeff and Gareth were gawking at you, whispering behind your back. Eddie always telling them to shut the fuck up.

So when Eddie woke up from a dream he remembered so vividly, the dream where he was balls deep in someones pussy. Only to look up and it was you, smiling down at Eddie. The worst part is he enjoyed it even more when he realized it was you. The sound of his alarm had woke him up from the wet dream.

He thought for a moment about rubbing it out but deciding that’d be too weird. Stroking his cock while thinking of his best friend. Instead letting himself suffer, giving him self blue balls.

Eddie’s been giving you rides to school ever since he saved up enough money to purchase the van. Something you’ve done hundreds of times. This morning it felt different, Eddie wasn’t nearly as friendly as he normally was.

“Hey Teddy.” You smile, climbing into the passenger seat. Calling him the nickname he pretended to hate but you knew he secretly loved it.

“Hey,” he says flatly, not daring to look your direction.

“Everything okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He finally looks your way and gives you a not so reassuring smile. Only for you to notice he’s shoots a glance to your chest. He notices you noticing and scrambles to start the car. What the fuck was that?

The drive was filled with silence, not a word said between you two. The tension thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Pulling up to school Eddie gets out without saying a word, leaving you in the car alone.

Your mind starts to race, trying to remember what you could of possibly done to make him so short with you. Also what was that about, he was definitely checking your tits out. You look down at your cleavage, it’s not anything more then it usually was. Eddie’s seen you in less and never let his eyes wonder.

—

The first half of the school day was absolutely miserable for Eddie. Normally couldn’t focus in class but today it was ten times worse. The mental image of your chest bouncing in his face as you rode his cock, heavy on his mind. Walking from class to class, book covering his boner.

He felt terrible for being so short with you but when he did look your way he was most definitely checking you out. Which you noticed so he freaked out and drove off, not saying a single word to you. Even leaving you alone in his van. He cursed himself for being so rude knowing he’d have to see you at lunch, the meeting tonight and when he gives you a ride home. Thinking to himself, ‘I could give her something else to ride’ before pushing the thoughts away as quick as they came.

—

When lunch finally rolls around, your a little late but you make your way to the lunch table. You’ve sat here hundreds of times, only this time Eddie was no where to be seen. Your sat next to Jeff, quiet which was strange for you.

“Everything ok?” Jeff asks, noticing the change in your behavior and the absence of Eddie.

“I dunno, Eddie was really weird this morning.”

“How so?”

“So short with me. Haven’t seen him since, I feel like he’s avoiding me. I saw he yesterday and everything was okay. Suddenly this morning he can’t stand to be near me.”

You sigh frustrated, “Do you know what his deal is?”

“Never know with that dude.” He laughs, obviously not taking this as seriously as you.

“Where even is he? We always have lunch together at this table.”

“I have no idea.”

“He’ll have no choice but to face me at tonight’s meeting.” You groan annoyed, standing up deciding to head to class early. No reason to sit here and let your mind race with the worst possible outcomes.

-

“Yo Eddie what’s your deal?” Jeff asks walking into the drama room. Eddie is busy setting up for DND.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been totally M.I.A today dude. Stressing y/n out.” Jeff says, plopping down in his regular seat.

“Nothing. It’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” He mumbles to him self as the rest of the guys start to pile in.

“She totally likes you, don’t give her the cold shoulder dude.” Eddie looks at Jeff more confused then ever.

“Wait what? There’s no way.”

“Dude be so fucking for real right now. I know your a little slow but it’s so apparent.” Jeff laughs.

“What? Y’all talking about Y/Ns undying love for Eddie?” Dustin chimes in, laughing with Jeff.

“You guys don’t know what your talking about.” Eddie says matter of factly.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask startling Eddie. None of them had noticed your arrival.

“Nothing.” Eddie spits out. Against your better judgement you take a seat next to him. You sat next to him every time, so what makes today any different. That’s until you realize all eyes are on you.

“Just tell me.” You whine, curious what you interrupted. Wondering if it has to do with why Eddie’s acting so weird today.

“Just talking about how you have a giant crush on Munson.” Gareth laughs, everyone shoots him a ‘why the fuck did you say that’ type of look.

“In your dreams.” You tease, laughing because they’re right and now your embarrassed. Your attention goes to Eddie trying to gauge his reaction but his eyes go wide. Can’t even look your way. He stands up and runs out of the room, leaving you behind with the guys staring at you.

“Gareth why would say that?” You say before leaving the room to follow Eddie. Knowing that things will probably never be the same.

“Eddie wait!” You yell as your catching up to his van, where’s he’s sat inside. Just as your about to let yourself in he locks the doors from the inside.

“What the fuck Eddie? Why are you avoiding me?” He turns the key in the ignition like he’s going to leave.

“I swear to god Eddie if you leave me I will show up at your house, break your fucking door down. You will have to talk to me sooner or later.” He sighs giving up and shutting the car off before unlocking the door so you can get in. You sit in silence for a few moments unsure of what to say.

“Is this about what Gareth said?” You speak up. Eddie’s looking out the window, his body language is stiff.

“Did I do something? Whatever I did I’m sorry I hate whatever this is. This has been the worst day ever.” Eddie’s heart aches knowing that your so torn up because he’s too scared to look at you after the dirty dream he had. Awakening feelings he didn’t know he had. Wondering if they’ve always been there just too afraid to act on them because he never wants to lose you.

“No you didn’t do anything.” He finally speaks up.

“Then what is it?” Silence fills the air again.

“You know you can tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I’m terrified.” He says his voice low and shaky.

“Of what Eddie?”

“That if I say what I’m thinking I’m going to say. You’re gonna run away. I can’t lose you.”

“You’re never gonna lose me. Just spit it out.” Eddie’s hands cover her face before he lets out a large sigh.

“I had a dream about you.”

“What were we doing?” You ask, curiously.

“We were uhhh,” his voice trails off. Now you need to know what this dream consisted of. You have an idea.

“Say it.”

“We were fucking.” He finally says hands still shielding his face.

“How did that make you feel?” You ask, scooting closer.

“I liked it. Probably liked it too much. Then when Gareth opened his fat fucking mouth you said in your dreams, I lost it like fuck she has to know. How the fuck did you know?” He whines, removing his hands so he can finally face you.

“I didn’t.” You laugh.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I can’t stop reliving the dream in my mind, walking around with a boner all fucking day.” You look to his crotch and there is a tent in his jeans. It turns you on thinking you’ve caused Eddie all this torture today.

“I bet the real life thing is ten times better.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Maybe we can make your dream a reality. Just an idea.” You shrug your shoulders, trying so hard to read Eddie’s response.

“Are you being serious?” He questions.

“What exactly were we doing?” Eddie’s dick twitches thinking about his dream for the millionth time today. Excited because it might become true.

“You were on top.”

“On top of what?” You ask innocently, wanting to hear all the details.

“Me. You we’re riding me, your tits bouncing in my face.” His voice is shaky and you’re enjoying it.

“Is that why I caught you staring at my cleavage today?” Eddie nods yes like he’s to ashamed to admit out loud.

“It’s okay, you can look. You can even touch if you want.” Eddie looks but it’s not nearly enough for you.

“Can I kiss you?” He nods yes again and you waste no time, kissing his lips. Eddie’s hesitant but that quickly fades when you guide his hand under your shirt, he cups your breast. You take the opportunity to explore the tent in his jeans, palming his dick through his jeans. He lets out a small moan so you pull away from the kiss.

“Did you like that?” You ask hand still on his groin.

“Yeah.”

“I can make you feel so good. You want that?” You ask, still palming his cock through his jeans. Eddie moans yes, so you lead him to the back of his van.

“Here?” He asks, getting comfortable.

“Yeah we’ll just have to keep it down.” You grin sitting between his legs pulling the waist of jeans down along with his underwear. Revealing his large throbbing dick, pre cum sitting on his tip.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this?” You start pumping his cock, watching the pleasure flood his face. Small whimpers leaving his mouth.

“So good,” he whines.

“I bet. Walking around all day long hard because of me? No way to release it.” He nods as your lips meet with the tip of his penis before swallowing as much as you can. Your tongue moving as you go up and down. You hand playing with his balls. You look up and through your lashes you can see Eddie unfolding in front of you. His moans fill the van, not being quiet at all. Eddie starts pushing down on the back of your head, forcing you to gag on his dick. Tears start to fill your eyes. You can feel the pool growing in your panties.

You push against his hands to catch your breath, spitting all saliva that’s built up onto his dick. Going back down on him, this time pushing your own limits. Making your self gag on his giant cock.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” Eddie speaks panting. You stop what you’re doing and start taking your shorts and panties off, aligning your entrance with his cock.

“You weren’t wearing a shirt,”

“What?” You ask confused.

“In my dream.” You laugh before ripping it off throwing it to the side. Eddie’s eyes gawk at your exposed tits, even bigger and better than he had imagined. You grab his hand, leading it so he can feel how wet your cunt is.

“See how wet you make me.” You moan as he explores your pussy, fingers sliding through your lips before making slow circles on your clit.

“It’s about you today. Making your dreams come true, Teddy.” He helps you line up his dick with your hole. You slowly drop onto it, enveloping his whole cock with your warm wet pussy.

“Fuck.” Both of you are moaning. You move your hips back and forward, Eddie’s hands find you hips, guiding you. His dick fills you up perfectly. You’ve never felt so full. It’s like his dick was made for your pussy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie whines.

“Everything you’ve ever dreamt of?”

“Yes,” he moans, you drop to his level still riding him so you can kiss him intensely. You’re sweating, it’s hot as fuck in this van. The windows fogging up. The thought of possibly being caught turning you both on more. You pull away so you can pick up your pace. Eddie’s hands find their way to your boobs, squeezing tightly.

“I’m so close,” he says.

“Cum inside me.” You purr sending Eddie over the edge. His warm cum shoots inside you, you ride out his high slowing down.

You lay down next to him, breathing heavily. You two take a moment to catch your breaths. Trying to wrap your mind around what just happened and what would happen after this. You two could never go back to just being friends.

“I feel terrible.” You whip your head towards him.

“I just sucked your dick and then rode it till you came inside me and you feel terrible?” Anger threatening to come out in your voice.

“It was amazing. I just so caught up in it I didn’t make you finish.”

“I said today was about you. Making your dream come true. It can be all about me next time.” You laugh.

“Next time?” He asks.

“If you want that.”

“I definitely want that.”

“Good.” You smile kissing him one more time.

—

“What happened? Where did you guys go?” Jeff asks as you two sheepishly rejoin them in the drama room.

“We talked it out,” Eddie says sitting down. More like fucked it out but whatever.

“Just made his dream come true.” You laugh, Eddie shoots you a look.

“What?” Jeff asks.

“Ignore her.” Eddie demands and everyone goes back to playing DND. Eddie and you spend the whole game eye fucking each other. Counting down the minutes till you’d have him alone again, him doing the same.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

warning - smut, slight somno, tiny elf male, human reader, stalker behaviour.

18+ only please, the gif and header aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

‘Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way’

Lloyd rolls his eyes at the choice of music playing quietly from your room, wondering how anyone could stand listening to it. He strolls to your room, his little legs making him slower, but he brushes that off, knowing that once he enters your space, he’ll get his prize.

A smirk appears on Lloyd’s face when he enters, eyes landing on your naked, unconscious form. He quickly jogs over to your bed, his mouth salivating at the thought of finally getting to have you and hearing what the others had done made Lloyd jealous. He wanted to have the first taste and feel of you, but sadly, the boss needed him. 

Gripping the sheets, he pulls himself up. Ignoring the pain in his muscles from the extreme activity, the thought of being inside you was too strong. Once Lloyd reached the top, he excitedly smugly sauntered over to where you rest. He drools when his eyes land on your glistening cunt. His pants are tight as his vast member strains against them, balls aching to fill you with his cum. 

Once he gets close enough to smell your sweet cunt, Lloyd quickly strips from his pants. Being eye level with the best thing he’s ever seen felt like heaven. He leans forward and pokes his tongue out, needing to know why Jake kept talking about it as though it was the most delicious thing in the world. The moment his tongue connects with your soaking core, his eyes widen, and Lloyd quickly jerks back. You taste so sweet as if you were made for them. If he didn’t pull back, he’d end up devouring you, which could wait for later. Because, as for now, Lloyd wanted to do what he came here for. 

Deciding to pull his hat and sweater off, he presses his bare body against you. His impressive length pushed between your lips, thrusting against you. Lloyd huffs, annoyed some woman is making him seem weak and like he has no self-control.

Finally having enough with the child’s play, he grabs hold of his throbbing base, lining his red mushroom tip with your hole before sliding in. The feel of your warmth and wetness causes his eyes to roll back. Wondering how a little slut like you had this hold on them all, irritating Lloyd to the point where he snaps his hips in and out of you. Hating how he’s become weak for your cunt, hating that he has no power. 

He leans forward, sucking your swollen clit into his mouth as he slams into you. The vibrations from his groans cause you to stir in your sleep slightly, and arousal begins to leak out of your tight hole. Lloyd’s little hips move faster, head tilting back as his mind becomes fuzzy from the pleasure. 

“This pussy is mine! You stupid little bitch!” An angry grunt leaves his lips as he continues to slam into you. “Think you have power over us?! You don’t! You’re just some whore who likes being used by a bunch of elves!” Lloyd shakes his head as his eyes become cross-eyed, his pointed ears twitch as he snarls, taking your clit into his mouth again. His little moustache brushes against you as he starts to suck your button. Lloyd’s hands grip wherever he can as his pace becomes too much.

He feels his body tense. His cock throbs rapidly from between your walls, twitching and pulsating madly as his end approaches in an incredible time, a feral groan escaping his mouth as his balls tighten. His hips jerked harshly into your weeping cunt, his sweet cream shooting out of his tip and directly into your awaiting hole. 

Taking his time to catch his breath whilst his cock softens inside you, Lloyd decides to sneak a look at you, wanting to take in your peaceful form. He opens his eyes and looks up from where the two of you are connected. His eyes widen when he notices you staring down at him before quickly clearing his throat and acting as though he wasn’t caught. He pulls his cock out of you, keeping eye contact as he begins to redress, making sure his pointed hat is on correctly.

Lloyd smirks, giving you a wink before turning, jumping off the bed, and disappearing into the night. Leaving you to blink as you continue to stare at the spot he was last at, your brows furrow in confusion and wonder, not knowing why these tiny men kept choosing you out of the many women in the world.

You are so deep in thought that you don’t see the large man sitting in a chair in the corner of your room, a plate of biscuits in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. A dark look casts his face as he stares at your defiled nude form. He is thinking of ways to punish his workers for getting caught. Luckily he knew about this before you began to ask questions. A smirk forms on his face when he thinks of finally getting his turn.

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[multiversxwhore]

Stargirl Interlude

a/n: this is plotless pointless sensual smut, if you can call it that. The tip is barely in, but you feel it none the less. The inspiration behind it, Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd ft Lana Del Rey. I wrote this while I was bored at work today…yes I wrote this whole thing in four fours. It’s not the best work, but it’s not supposed to be lol. Anywho enjoy, repost, and reblog here on tumblr only please.

Warning: public sex, unprotected sex, nsfw content, minors DNI.

Tags: @cardierreh15 @miyuhpapayuh @tchallasbabymama @chaneajoyyy @mochachocolatteyaya @michaelmajors @michaelbwriting

Johnathan Majors x plus size black girl

Word count: 797

“Andrea, how are you this evening?” The interviewer asked, I gripped the mic in my hand nervously as I smiled through my awkwardness. It was a bit hard to focus with all the chatter, and cameras going. My heart thundered behind my ribcage, this shit was bizarre, I hit autopilot quickly before I started to spiral any deeper.

“Oh I’m great, how are you? Everyone looks fabulous, I just seen Angela Bassett, and I cried. Then I ran into Brandon Frazier, he said some very kind words to me that I will sobb about later.” Which was all true, it was one starstruck incident after the other, I knew tomorrow when I woke up this would all feel like a fever dream.

“I would be lying when I say I’m jealous—

I didn’t hear anything after that point. I knew this was a bad time to get caught gawking, but there was only one man that could make me break character. When his eyes looked up from adjusting his suit they instantly locked on to me, and he pinned to my spot. Now I’m reminded of the slick mess he left between my thighs in the bathroom before we got to the carpet.

‘Fuck you eat it so good baby’ I moaned heavily his strong hands gripped onto my cheeks as he kept them spread apart to make room for his face. His tongue swiped back and forth over my clit until I came leaking onto his mouth.

“Look who it is! Jonathan Majors, what a lovely surprise, now all we need is the rest of the cast from LoveCraft and the set will be complete.” The interview chuckled, bless her heart for talking over my ‘episode’ because I was not recovering any time soon. It wasn’t until he touched my elbow did I jolt out of my haze, automatically jumping back into gear, I beamed up at him. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he putting on a facade, it was one thing I loved and hated about him. He didn’t give a fuck, he wasn’t going to explain himself, and you could kiss his ass for all he cared.

“Look at you all dressed up! All shiny and would not.” I said playfully, he looked down at me, a hint of a smirk on his lips, and his gaze turned on to me. The interviewer nonexistent to the both of us, his hand held mine as he went on with such laudatory remarks.

“Me? You’re the one literally a cute little gumdrop, the shoes have roses on them, and let me tell you, you look stunning.” He stepped back to give me a once over taking my hand and holding it up above my head.

“Give the people a twirl.” He smiled, the paparazzis went wild as they shouted praises, and compliments at me, then my mind jumped back to an hour ago. ‘Turn that ass around let me hit it from the back real quick.’ He breathed heavily, it was no time to be cute, the goal was to hit it, then nut. And hit it he did, I bent over the bathroom sink; he teased me with the tip as he caressed my slippery entrance. The last time we fucked was nearly two months ago, readjusting to his size again was a bit of a task. ‘Goddam Jay, almost forgot how big that dick is.’

I snapped out of it in time to see how he was watching me, shit eating grin stretched across those delicious thick lips. Fuck him, and his lips— ‘fuck me, fuck me, oh fuck.’ I moaned as his hips thrusted into me roughly making my pussy throb in a good way. Jonathan wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he pulled me in close so that the photographers could get a few pictures. He turned his head to my ear, speaking in a hushed tone so only I could hear, “what’s wrong, dick got you speechless?” He chuckled darkly, Inlressed my lips together fighting the urge to giggle, I could feel the corners of my lips turning upward against my own will. When I finally mustered the ability to say something his manager was pulling him away from me so that they could move further down the carpet. I looked past him to see Micheal, and Tessa waving at us.

“See you tonight baby girl.” He whispered, then brought my hand up to his lips kissing my knuckles like a gentleman. That gesture sent the photographers into a frenzy as they snapped as many photos as they could, that would for sure make the papers. He waved a hand towards the photographers then walked off towards his Creed cast mates. My skin still tingled where his fingers touched me, yet again I was left utterly breathless, this time he barely touched me.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Tease - Alec Lightwood x ftm!reader

A repost of a fic from a few months ago because fuck tumblr for flagging it and then denying my appeal that's it just a fucking fanfic

You had been teasing Alec all day, between the longing stares and the gentle touches in not so appropriate places he was losing it.

The day finally comes to an end and he pounces on you the minute you walk through your apartment door.

You're pressed against the door, Alec's thigh between your legs as he kisses you.

"I'm sorry is there something you wanted Mr. Lightwood?" You tease, grinding down on his thigh.

"Yeah, I want to fuck my husband until you forget your own name," he groans, picking you up with ease and carrying you to your bedroom.

He lays you comfortably on the pillows, both of you hastily removing your clothes.

He positions himself between your legs, eagerly spreading them apart and wasting no time diving in.

"Alec," you moan as his tongue glides through your pussy.

He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, slipping a finger inside and pumping it tantalizingly slow.

Your hands go to his head, tangling in his hair and tugging, "faster Alec."

"Louder," he orders.

"Please, please go faster!" You beg.

He leaves wet and messy kisses on your thighs, adding a second finger making you throw your head back and finally moving them at the pace you need.

His fingers curl upwards while he sucks on your clit and your thighs clamp around his head, hips uncontrollably raising in the air.

"Oh my God Alec!" You shout as his mouth and fingers never falter making your climax last as long as it possibly could.

Once he decides you've had enough he removes his fingers and you watch him suck them clean.

"Get up here," you order and he happily obliges.

You taste yourself on his lips and feel his throbbing cock against you.

"You know I hate it when you tease me," he says now teasing you by pressing the tip of his dick into your sensitive clit, "if I could I would fuck you on every surface in the institute."

"Well we already have had plenty of fun in your office… and the training room," you joke but gasp when his cock slides to your entrance.

"Remember when Jace nearly caught you riding my face on the couch in my office," he laughs, guiding his cock inside you.

"Or that time I wore the vibrator all day and you nearly gave us away when you turned it all the way up while I was talking with Isabelle," you say, slowly rocking your hips to meet his.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to stay quiet when you cum," he says finding a steady pace to fuck you to.

"And it's not my fault my husband is so damn sexy and gives me the best orgasms," you moan.

Alec grins and nips at your collarbone, hands desperately grasping at any part of your body.

The bed frame hits the wall over and over again as he roughly fucks you.

"Alec I'm gonna cum again," you groan and he reaches down, rubbing firm circles over your clit.

You cry out his name when your second climax hits you, Alec's hips never slowing while you ride it out.

You wrap your arms around his neck, sloppily kissing him and less than a minute later he's cumming inside you.

"Fuck you feel so good," he says letting out every last drop.

"You still hate me teasing you," you crack.

"Never, I love you Y/N," he says.

"I love you too," you smile.

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hello do you write smut? asking for incubus obi wan 😩

ahaha my first time writing smut, but I know how it works soooo <3

warning: typos, bad grammar, bad plot as well, 18+ content!!!!, fem reader

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“Okay, so you are a general there? interesting, and if you are asking about the blood for the pentagram is that it’s from a goat’s blood, I killed it myself, damn I hate that but for the blood, I must say it’s good, Whaddaya think?”

“this one human sure talks a lot huh”

“General Kenobi, are you listening?”

“Why yes, of course, I could say your blood for the pentagram is not bad, anything else you want to ask, little human?” he answered, looking at you while smiling 

“I still have a lot, but maybe we could take a break” you replied, holding a cup of tea that you made before the interview session started, you sipped it for a bit and then sigh.

“You know, I was a bit surprised to see you just laying on my couch the moment I came home, plus you don’t wear absolutely anything, now you need to wear my brother’s old clothes, even though a bit tight...” you look at Obi from his head to his leg, well you must say

he’s kinda... sexy? but you let it pass, every single incubus and succubus has a well amazing body, to seduce of course.

“I can read your thought little one”

you choke on your tea, and then you hummed. shoot, you forgot they can do that, “Sorry I’ll try to be careful with my silly thought next time” you apologize, try to forget your previous stupid mind and focus on enjoying your tea

“Well, too late to erase your naughty thought little one” You look at him who’s smirking and then you hummed again

“Well, you have a good proportion of body, I mean who will not have the same thought with me?” you swing your hands and poke his chest before you try to sit again on where you sat before, but he immediately stops you by kissing your lips passionately.

“What-!? don’t touch your lips there or I’ll- mphh!!” you try to resist but there’s no use, he’s got you now, now look at you being held by him, as you try to push his face away.

“you talk too much, I suppose in this way you’ll become quiet, perfect to my liking” he spoke, holding your face, looking at you breathing harshly, gasping for air, and doesn’t dare to look at him, how cute.

“Why don’t we continue our asking session like this hm? wouldn’t it be fun?”

he runs his hand through your shirt, touching your stomach, and playfully runs his hand to your chest, smirking along the way he runs his hand. even if you don’t want to be in a position like this, he already locked you down, so you could behave instead, since there is no use for fighting right now

“May I ask some questions for you as well? it will be a pleasant moment to know more about you” while his other hand pins both of your hands to the couch, you could still move your face away from him, letting out strangled noises while trying to let go of his hands.

“Look at me, look at me, don’t be scared like that, I don’t bite~,” he says to reassure you, placing his lips right to your jaw and then moving to your neck. “But you can fuck” you shortly replied right before you let out a shocked lil moan after he kisses you on the neck.

“Oh yes, that’s what I do darling”

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“Well? speak again love, tell me more about you, don’t be shy, just speak.”

he passionately continues kissing your neck, biting, and licking it, while his hand fingers your pussy

“I- I take my college after that and then i- Fuck-! fuck.. I can’t talk like this.. please...”

you squirm around as he hit you in the right spot, but it didn’t last long since the moment he kept you stay still because it looks cute for you to move around right where he touches the perfect spot, but he needs you to stay still.

“What do you mean you can’t talk? I don’t even shut that pretty lips of yours right now” he replied with a whisper voice but loud enough for you to hear, and as he spoke, he held your body even tighter from behind, not wanting you to move, just want to hear your voice.

“See? It’s not even close for me to touching your lips like this, stop sputtering nonsense darling” but when he said that, the more he touches you that makes you can’t talk like he asks you to.

“I can’t... answering if you keep touching me like this...”

he went silent for a bit, and then he hummed, “Well, not so good reason if you shy to talk, plus you‘re being so aggressive all the time, not so good attitude, princess.”

the moment he lets you go and he gets up, you immediately catch your breath and then close your trembling legs together, lean against the couch with a heavy breath, you could relax for a while, but not so long until you start to think where did he go

just to find him standing in front of you

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“Obi- Obi! don’t touch there.. don’t touch the- ahh~!! fuck- fuck- Obi..”

now your feet are off the ground, your shaking hands try to reach his arms that are holding your tiny body, your tiny body that is surprisingly able to take him so well, so good, just for him.

“Obi.. too much- It’s too much.. Mnhh-!! no no no no~..”

if you’re focused enough, you’ll be able to see his cock bulging so big at your stomach, that you could feel his cock twitching every time he moved it in and out (damn I’m screaming while typing this )

“Well look at you, I know you love that, sooner or late you’ll be able to do more than this, just for me ‘kay? taking me so well like this, I’ll let that bad words coming out from your mouth pass this time”

he places a mark on your shoulder while he pounced on your hole once again before he cums a lot on you.

“Don’t waste what I gave you, don’t be like last time darling, take every single drop of it, nu-uh take it, take it~”

The moment you impressed him, he brush your messy hair and place a kiss on your forehead, and he lets you take a few breath.

"Hm.. You think i'm done with you? " The moment he said fhat, you immediately look at him in shock and exhausted face

"We are done.. Right? "

"Well if you's think like that, you're absolutely wrong darling, many things we should try until next morning understand? "

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Anonymous: Hii! I was wondering if you could write a Bucky Barnes x reader smut with the prompts 20, 19 and 9 where the reader is a virgin? Thank you so much

Thank you very much for this request. I had fun writing (and I got a little carried away writing too). Hope you like it!

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First time. Last time... Part 2

Bucky Barnes x virgin!reader smut

Prompts: Are you... Are you a virgin?/YOU. ARE. MINE/Daddy's girl

Warnings: swearing, oral, fingering, sex, first time, daddy kink (because I'm a hoe for it)

<Part 1<

“Relax. Baby girl, I’ve got you.” Bucky whispered against your lips.

The two of you stood by the side of your bed, your hands laying on each other as you slowly began to undress. You bit your lip as Bucky kissed your skin, the feeling sending you crazy. Somehow you managed to unfasten his shirt and slowly push it down his broad shoulders where you began laying kisses across his skin.

Bucky pulled back from where he’d been kissing your upper arm, so he could removed his shirt fully. You kissed from his right shoulder across his chest until you came to his left.

Bucky’s breath caught in his throat as you pulled away. “I’m sorry if you hate-”

“I don’t hate it, Bucky.” you looked up to him as you placed your fingers over the scares. It broke your heart to think of the pain he must have gone through. “You’re beautiful.” you whispered, leaning forwards to press a line of kisses over them.

Bucky smiled as he let his eyes close and his head fall back. He’d never felt this before, he never felt loved before. Sure he’d had a share of woman in the 40’s but not once did any of them make him feel like you were doing right now. He reached up and cupped your face before he crashed his lips against yours again. You moaned into his mouth and your hands fell to his hips. Bucky slowly moved his lips from yours to your jaw, kissing his way down as he slipped your dress from your shoulders and down your body. Bucky began to kiss your lips again as he placed his hands on your lower back where your panties began before he bent down, skimming his hands over the round of your ass until they came to your thighs where he grabbed you, quickly picking you up off the floor.

You gasped at the sudden movement, letting his tongue into your mouth so he could deepen the kiss. Bucky placed you onto of the mattress before he broke the kiss, just hovering over you for a moment.

He smiled as he took in your beauty. “I love you, Y/N.” he whispered.

You smiled back at him. “I love you too, James.”

Bucky stood back up and pulled his pants off so he was just in his boxers, having gotten rid of his shoes and socks earlier along with your heels. He knelt back onto the bed and gently began to pull your lace panties off, revealing your throbbing heat to him. He bit back the moan that threatened to break as he gently pulled your legs apart. “Sweetheart… you’re just, beautiful.” He whispered as he came face to face with your pussy.

Your head fell back into the pillows as his tongue came into contact with your clit. You weren’t stupid, you knew the ins and outs of sex. You knew there were certain things that needed to happen and you were happy tp experience everything possible if Bucky was the man to show you. Hell, he’d only flicked his tongue four times over your clit and you were in heaven.

“Fuck, yes!” you moaned lifting your hips.

Bucky chuckled, placing his hands on your hips to hold you down. “You like that, babygirl?” you nodded whimpering as he continued licked your pussy. You felt the tip of his tongue enter your hole which made you gasp. “Want to touch you, baby? Want daddy to finger you pretty, tight hole?”

Daddy? “Yes… please... “ you moaned.

Bucky’s flesh fingers left your hip on to be placed at the bottom of your slit. You felt him run his index finger up your folds a few times before he slowly pushed the didget in. “Oh, fuck baby… you’re so tight… gotta get at least another in babygirl…”

You nodded frantically. “God, yes, please!”

Bucky pulled his finger out and replaced it with the other so the two were equally lubed with your juices before he slipped both fingers in together. You cried out at the new feeling inside you. His thick fingers felt wonderful inside you, you couldn’t wait for his cock to be filling you up. “Shit, baby. You’re gonna squeeze my cock so good, aren’t you? Gonna squeeze daddy’s cock dry, hmm?”

You nodded again. “Yes, daddy. Please… need you…”

Bucky chuckled. “Not yet baby. Gotta make sure you’re nice and stretched for me.” he once again began licked your clit, only this time there was the added sensation of his fingers moving in and out of you.

He started off slow but you begged him to move faster and he did. Soon you were moaning out loud as he finger fucked you hard ans fast. “That’s it baby… cum for me… cum for daddy.”

“FUCK! YES!” you screamed out as you came all over Bucky’s hand.

“Fuck, baby… can’t wait to ne inside you…” Bucky sat back on his knees and quickly pulled his boxers of letting his rock hard cock spring free. You licked your lips at the sight of him. “Does daddy’s girl like what she sees?” Bucky smirked as he stroked his cock with his hand that was soaked from you.

You nodded gulping. “Yes, daddy.”

Bucky grinned down at you. Not once had he ever thought you were a virgin. From the things he’d heard you, Nat and Wanda talk about he wouldn’t have thought you were. That’s where he got the daddy kink from. Hearing you say you hoped he had one because he was definitely daddy material had him rock hard and he knew he definitely had one for you.

“Good, cause it’s all for you.” he lowered himself over you resting his weight on his left hand as he used used his right one to line himself at you entrance. “Ready, beautiful?”

You nodded taking a deep breath. “I’m ready, James.” you whispered.

Fuck, that had him hard too.

Slowly Bucky pushed himself inside you. You both cried out as his dick filled you up. He stop about half way knowing he was much larger than most men but also because you’d gone quiet. “Baby girl?”

You shook your head. “Fuck, no, I’m fine… fuck, your big, Buck.”

Bucky chuckled as he nodded his head. “Sorry, baby… do you want me to stop?”

You shook your head. “God, no… I want more of you.” you smiled up at him making him laugh a little more.

“Okay, but I’m going slow.” you agreed. Slowly Bucky pushed all the way inside of you, stopping for a second time to allow you to adjust to him before he began to pull out. “Talk to me, baby. Let me hear you.”

“You feel so good, baby.” you whispered as Bucky kissed your neck. Bucky pushed back in making you moan again. “Fuck! Please… Bucky….”

Bucky didn’t want to hurt you but he couldn’t hold back forever and you didn’t want him to, it just felt too good. Bucky picked his pace up a little, moving his hand back so he could wrap your leg around his waist. You moaned loudly as Bucky slammed into you, his lips leaving warm kisses all over your neck. Your nails dug into his back as you tried to pull him closer.

"Fuck, baby-" he moaned pulling back, immediately crashing his lips against yours. His left arm slid around your body, pulling you closer to him as his right hand slid up your front. His hand began kneading your breast as he continued to fuck you hard and slow. "You feel so good baby."

"Bucky! I'm gon- I'm gonna-"

"Let go baby, I'm right with you." Bucky moaned as he felt your walls clench around him. You screamed out as your second orgasm hit you hard. "FUCK!" Bucky grunted as he came, catching himself before his full body weight crushed you.

After he had managed to catch his breath he slowly pulled out of you and laid between your legs resting his forehead on your thigh as you slowly caught your breath.

Bucky smiled against your thigh as he slowly lifted himself up. He bent down and pressed a kiss to your thigh then your hip. "YOU. ARE. MINE." he whispered, kissing his way up your body. He hovered over you smiling down at you.

"Who's are you?" he grinned.

"Daddy's girl."

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Kinktober day 2 - lingerie 

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Dividers by @whimsicalrogers

Summary - You buy some pretty lingerie to please your overworked husband and hope it doesn’t end up ruined by his hands.

Warnings - 18+ smut (m/f), dom Andy, name calling, cum play, slight spanking.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 1552

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You rubbed the mesh material of your babydoll between your fingers - coarse and rough. The baby pink nightie was made of net with a matching thong that was very uncomfortably riding up your butt. Your nipples and torso were completely visible, really what was the point of making such a thing? You looked at your reflection in the mirror…

Oh yeah. It’s supposed to be sexy and enticing. Which to be fair - it worked. You got worked up just looking at yourself.

‘Damn I’d fuck me’ you muttered to yourself.

What you weren’t sure of was if your husband would like it. Andy seemed to hate any sort of clothing on you with a burning passion.

Even going as far as establishing naked Wednesdays. Which was exactly what it sounded like - Wednesdays you spent completely naked, except for the apron which you wore while working in the kitchen and he was clothed in his usual loungewear.

On your wedding night you had worn a beautiful and classy white satin nightie with lace trimmings. The bastard ripped it off in just a few seconds. Hundreds of dollars done the drain. You knew he was just showing off. Having recently been promoted to the position of the DA he got a massive pay bump. Giving you the liberty to buy whatever you want.

You sprinted off to the living room as soon as you heard his typical ‘Honey, I’m home’ greeting.

“How was your day, daddy?” you asked as you sneaked up behind him.

“So long and tiring, princess. I couldn’t wait to see you.” He groaned as he took off his tie and jacket, putting them on the armrest of his couch, he plumped down in on the it.

He finally looked in your direction - it had been such a long day, but he knew he’d feel better as soon as he got a look at you.

His jaw dropped as he took you in, clad in a flimsy piece of lingerie that literally left nothing to his imagination, your hands behind your back as you swayed side to side.

“Do you like it?” you asked suddenly feeling shy. Even though there was no need to be. This was your husband. He’d seen you in much more compromising situations. But there was still that little doubt that he’d reject you, that he wouldn’t appreciate your efforts.

He licked his lips at the sight of your hard nipples poking through the fabric, “Do a twirl for me, princess.” he instructed.

Like the good girl that you were - you followed. Turning around and lifting the helm a bit to wiggle your ass. “Will you spank it today, daddy?” you cooed as you looked back at him.

“Of course, honey. But first you gotta suck daddy’s cock.” he said unlooping his belt and pushing his pants and briefs down to pull his hard cock free of them.

You swiftly walked over to him and knelt before him, waiting for further instructions.

“What’s all this about, doll? Hm?” he asked as he smeared his leaking tip around your lips.

“I just wanted to please you, daddy. You’ve been working so hard.” You swallowed your saliva - already drooling, you needed to have him fuck your throat so bad. You whined as he started to pump his cock with his hand, spilling more of his creamy juices on your mouth.

“That’s not how it works, princess. I take care of you.” he grunted as he jerked himself harder with his hand, he knew just how desperate and crazy it would make you.

“No,” you shook your head as tears spilled from your eyes “Please let me suck it. I’ll be good.” you promised eagerly.

He stopped his moments, his heart swelled as you cried, he wiped your tears off with his thumb “You promise you’ll be good?” he smiled as you nodded. “You’re always good baby,” he praised as he pushed your eager mouth down his length, groaning and slightly wiggling his hips as he bottomed out, your nose touching his pelvis as you gagged around him.

“Just relax, princess,” he reminded you as he traced a thumb over your throat, groaning as he felt his cock lodged deep in it. Bunching your hair up in his palm, so he could properly see all of your face, he pulled out till only his tip was in your mouth “Such a good girl. You love sucking daddy’s cock, don’t you?”

“Yesh” you answered, your voice muffled with your mouth full of cock, as he roughly fucked into your face. You tried your best to keep from choking every time he hit the back of your throat.

“You’re such a cock hungry whore. Aren’t you, baby?” he grunted as he felt his climax approaching, the gags and squelching noises you made only fuelled his it.

“Such a pretty slut.” his hips stuttered as he emptied himself in your mouth, holding your head down on his shaft he painted the back of your head with his cum. “Swallow it all, sweetheart. Be a good slut.” he rasped as he stayed inside you for a minute to keep himself hard. He wasn’t done with you yet.

He pulled you off of his cock as you coughed, a string of your spit and his cum connecting to his tip from your lips.

“What do you say, slut?” he pushed all of his spilled cum back inside your mouth.

“Thank you for your cum,” you swallowed “daddy.”  Your voice hoarse because of your abused throat,

“You’re welcome, princess. Are you tired?” You shook your head no as he sat back against the cushions. “Come get on daddy’s cock and ride him. Then I’ll give you one more treat to swallow.”

You stood op on shaky legs and straddled his lap, shifting your panties to the side you held onto the base of his shaft before sinking down on him. “Oh,” you moaned as you closed your eyes shut. Too intimidated by Andy’s intense gaze. “It feels so good,” you settled your head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling his bread as you panted.

“Come on, princess. You’re doing the work today remember? Now let me look at you properly.” he pushed you back so he could ogle your breasts.

You curled your hands around his neck for support as you sat back, bouncing up and down on his throbbing hard cock. “Andy, no,” you whined, you knew the predatory look he gave you all too well “please don’t. I really like this one.” It was probably of no use. He was going to ruin yet another piece of cute lingerie.

“What did you call me?” he chastised you, delivering a harsh smack to your ass.

“Daddy,” you quickly corrected yourself.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you. You’re my perfect little fuck doll.” he groaned as he grabbed the curve of your hips, rolling his own to feel more of your tight wet cunt “Isn’t that right?”

You nodded as you quickened your pace, almost on the edge of your own orgasm.

“I do like this one though. I’ll let you have it, princess.” He gushed as he sucked your hard nipple through the mesh, pulling and pinching at the other.

“That’s it sweetheart. Just let it go.” He encouraged you as he felt you clenching around him.

“Oh...oh, daddy,” you crashed onto him as you felt your whole body pulsate, heaving on top of his chest.

“Come on, sweetheart. Daddy promised you one more treat.” he said as he kissed your hair.

You sobbed as you pulled him out of your drenched cunt. Digging your nails into his shoulders as he traced your pussy with his fingers before pushing them in your hole.

“You’re so wet sweetheart. You made a mess of my dress pants.” he tutted as he looked at the stains on his pants.

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” your breath hitched as he teased your swollen lips.

“Get on your knees.” he ordered as he pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to his mouth to suck them clean.

You resumed your previous position as he pumped his cock in front of you. Spurts of his cum landing on your face, chest and nightie.

He jerked his softening cock till he was sure he had nothing left. He heaved as he admired his work. Your face drenched in his cum, staring up at him with sweet doe eyes.

“Clean me up now.” you nodded as you lapped at his cock with kitten licks, taking a hanky out of his pocket to clean him up and tuck him back in his pants.

“You did good, baby.” he threw his head back, feeling completely spent and satiated.

“I made dinner too, daddy, your favorite meatloaf.” you said, laying your head on his thigh, tracing his cum which was on your skin with your fingers.

“Go set the table. And don’t change. I’ve got more plans for this little number.” he said as he pushed a flimsy strap down your shoulder to reveal the swell of your breast.

You giggled as you got up, “Okay, daddy,” giving his lips a peck you skipped on over to the kitchen. Wiping down your face and then setting the table for dinner.

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Freedom | oneshot

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader WORD COUNT: 2,446 WARNINGS: spoilers for “Inherit the Earth,” character death, drinking to cope, minor trauma processing, smut, post-sex feels, stress/anxiety NOTE: This fic is set post 15x19 - “Inherit the Earth.” Do not save or repost my work without my consent. This work is 18+ only.

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“So we’re free.”

Sam glances up, casting his eyes over the rim of his beer bottle to where you’re perched on the edge of the counter. Legs slightly parted under the hem of your knee-length nightshirt, back slouched, eyes boring into him like you can see right through his skin and into his soul.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “Chuck’s gone, Jack’s… doin’ his thing, I guess. There’s nobody calling the shots for us anymore.”

You hum, tipping back your bottle of vodka to take a long swallow. The clear alcohol burns your throat, and you let out a sigh that turns warm in your chest. “Where’s Dean?”

“Holed up in his room.” Sam swipes his tongue over his teeth. “He hasn’t really been able to process Cas, I figured we could give him a few days.”

“Yeah.” You swallow thickly and raise the bottle to your lips again. “Fuckin’ Cas, man.”

“I know.” Sam chuckles. “He was one of the good ones.”

You nod in agreement. “I’ll second that.”

There’s a long silence, interrupted only by the dull clink of glass on metal, the swish of liquid in an almost-empty glass, and a repetitive shuffle of paper as Sam flips absentmindedly through a two-day-old newspaper.

“How are you?” you ask, eager to break the quiet. Sam’s eyes flicker up to you once again, and you shift a little on the counter. “I’m just asking because you haven’t said much since we got back.”

Sam tightens his lips and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know, really. I feel numb. Like, I don’t know if it just hasn’t hit yet, but… yeah, I feel numb.” He rolls his shoulders back and downs the rest of his beer in a single swallow.

“Same here.” You sniff, screwing the cap back onto the tall vodka bottle and setting it aside. “I’m so tired of it. Dean said Cas died and I felt nothing.”

“You’re in shock,” Sam excuses, “and we’ve been dealing with so much shit, we can’t process all of it at once. Cas deserves to be… he deserves for us to grieve for him, without thinking about anything else.”

You chew on your lower lip, surveying him as he rubs his forehead with one hand. He’s tense, the relief of having Chuck gone only half-there. All three of you are used to things being too good to be true, only for shit to hit the fan right after you’ve booked a beach vacation or a weekend in Vegas.

But hell, you deserve to take a little bit of this newfound freedom for granted. Besides, it’s been a while since you had the time or energy to get laid. Sam’s hot, you’re needy… one night of not considering fallout from anything might be nice.

“Sam?”

“Hmm?”

You take a quick breath, leaning back to brace one hand just behind your hip. “If I asked you to fuck me, would you?”

He stiffens, unable to keep his gaze from drifting over to you. He looks beat; tired and lost and just a little scared of the world. For a second you regret asking, thinking he might just say no and get to blame it all on the alcohol.

“I…” he blows air through his lips as pink stains his cheeks. “Are you drunk?”

“Not really.” You speak a little too soon, as your focus begins to drift and you blink twice to clear your vision. “Well, maybe not enough.”

“No, don’t drink any more.” Sam stands up, abandoning his empty bottle on the table as he shuffles over to you. The toes of his boots drag on the polished concrete floor; he’s so cautious about it, like he’s scared to indulge in something other than people prying him for answers or questions. He hates selfishness, and taking this, taking you… it’ll be the ultimate self-indulgence that he may or may not come out of feeling like he deserved it.

“You scared of me?” you tease, tipping your head back as he leans a hip against the side of the counter.

“Never.” He chuckles softly. “You really okay? You want this?”

You lick your lower lip. “Am I ever okay?”

“That’s true.” He sighs heavily, raking his eyes down the column of your neck, over your nipples pressing through the dark blue fabric of your shirt, your stomach, the rise of your thighs, and then right back up to yours…

It’s like he’s a virgin all over again, you think to yourself. He needs a little help getting into it.

You reach for his hand. He lets you take it, guiding his fingers under the hem of your nightshirt. The tips of his fingers are still cold, chilly from his beer, and you shiver a little when he guides them against the inside of your thigh, creeping closer and closer to your core.

He inhales sharply through his nose when his fingers slip against the smooth, warm lips of your pussy. Your thighs part a little more, and you let out a little sigh when he takes the lead, nudging the tip of his index finger down into wet heat.

“Why are you not wearin’ any panties?” he asks.

You arch an eyebrow. “Why are you questioning it?”

He chuckles, bracing his free hand on the metal countertop next to your hip, and slips his fingers a little farther into your folds. You shimmy a little to encourage him, and he lowers his head, the tip of his nose pressing against your cheek to nudge your head back.

He kisses you hungrily, humming against your lips as you reciprocate eagerly. You can taste the beer on his lower lip, and he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth as his fingers explore deeper between your legs. He finds your clit, targeting smooth, gentle rolls over it as your hand wanders over the front of his jeans.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, “please, Sam, I need you.”

He growls, stepping quickly between your thighs. “Not here.”

He scoops you up, striding towards the steps and feeling his way into the hall. You wrap your legs around his waist. The door to his bedroom is open, and you giggle when he kicks it shut, lips still glued to yours. He lowers you to the ground, waiting for you to stand still before running his hands under the fabric of your nightshirt.

“Get this off,” he murmurs, stripping it roughly over your head and tossing it to the floor. He palms your tits, thumbs rubbing over your nipples, and you arch into the sensation, pulling at the buttons of his flannel, popping each metal clasp until he can shrug it off. He cups your face with both hands, pushing his hips closer as you tug at his belt. His jeans fall to the ground with a dull thud, leaving him in just a pair of navy blue boxers.

He pulls back when you slide a hand into the waistband of his boxers, wrapping your fingers around the hard length of his dick. His pelvis jerks into your touch, and you grin up at him, stretching up onto your toes to claim his mouth in a deep, dirty kiss.

“Condom,” he whispers, “in the nightstand—”

“No,” you reply breathlessly, “I’m on the pill.”

Sam smirks, his hands sliding down to grope your ass. “That works, too.”

He kisses you hard, lifting you up just enough to dump you on the bed. He crawls over you eagerly, reaching down to stroke himself, and you whimper when the thick tip drags through your folds.

He sinks inside with a loud sigh, fisting his cock to push deeper as you squirm underneath him. Your knees fall open, giving him as much room as possible, and his hand falls beside your waist to brace when he gets himself deep enough to thrust comfortably.

Your nails dig into his hips on the first deep, desperate grind. He hisses at the sting and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, panting hard as he thrusts into a rhythm that has the frame of his bed shuddering under the force.

He feels like heaven. Thick and hot and hard as his belly slides against yours, skin already dotted with sweat. His hand comes up to cup your face, fingers curling against your hair as his lips dot a line down your throat, over your chest, and then wrap around a swollen nipple. Your head falls back against a pillow, and you plant your toes firmly against the mattress for leverage. He grunts when you push up against him, allowing him to move even deeper inside until he bottoms out.

“Stay right there,” he mutters. He heaves himself up in one smooth motion, eyes locking on your face as he drops his entire weight into his thrusts. The loud slap of flesh on flesh echoes through the room, and you’re unable to stop your gasps and moans when you feel the ache of it. He grabs your wrists when you try and touch him, pinning them down on either side of your head, and you let out a long sigh of his name that earns a feral growl in reply. The roll of his hips changes when you squeeze around him, deep scoops that have your belly clenching.

“Oh my God, don’t stop,” you breathe, “make me cum, baby, please…”

“That’s the fuckin’ plan.” Sam dips his head to kiss you, and you wiggle playfully in his grip, the tease only making his fingers curl tighter. “You need to touch yourself?”

“No.” You catch a breath when he pauses, lips feather light against yours. “Just keep movin’ like that.”

He chuckles, shifting his weight for balance before resuming the same delicious, expert strokes. His eyes drift down your body until they land between your legs, and he groans at the sight of his cock plunging in and out of your cunt, shiny with your slick.

“Yeah, that’s it, honey,” he murmurs, “c’mon and cum for me.”

You push up against his thrusts, mouth falling open as the hot skin above his dick rubs against your clit. You’re almost there, you can feel it brimming in the pit of your belly, and when Sam’s thrusts turn into hard, bestial shoves, you spiral into bliss, convulsing between Sam’s body and the mattress as he fucks you through it. His grip on your wrists loosens, and you wrap your arms tight around his shoulders, dragging him down on top of you. He slows, then stops, lifting his head from the crook of your neck to press a lazy kiss to your cheek.

“Good?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you reply breathlessly, “you didn’t—”

He stops you with a kiss. “I will. C’mere.”

He rolls onto his back, keeping you close with an arm looped around your waist. You situate yourself on top of him, eyes falling closed as your head spins.

“Whoa, there,” he chuckles, “here, baby, put your hands right here.”

“I know how to ride a dick, dummy.” You arch your back, leaning forward far enough to brace your palms over his shoulders, tits just inches away from his kiss-swollen lips. He huffs, fingers splaying out on your hips as you begin to ride him, rolling your hips and bouncing down on his cock. He grunts, mouth opening in a soft O, and you moan when he gives an instinctive little push of his hips, meeting you halfway as you find your own rhythm.

“Fuck,” he moans, craning his neck to lap his tongue against one nipple. You pull back before he can get a real taste, scraping your nails over his chest as you work him harder, faster, until his soft pants and grunts turn into full-fledged moans.

He cums with a strangled groan, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. You keep moving, giggling when he arches and bucks underneath you, breathing high in his throat as he crosses the brink from pleasure to overstimulation. Unable to take any more, he pushes you off with a hoarse laugh, and you collapse beside him, giggling with your lower lip between your teeth.

“Fuck, I needed that,” you sigh, turning your head to gaze at him.

“Me too.” He stretches one arm under your head, allowing you to scoot close into his side and rest your cheek against his chest. His heart is a steady beat, thumping slower and slower as his body calms, and you tip your head back to kiss under his jaw. He smiles, allowing his eyes to flutter closed, and skims his thumb over your shoulder.

You lie together in silence for a long time, calming down with soft kisses and touches. You’re the one to break the silence, running a hand over a small scar on his opposite shoulder.

“I don’t know why we never did this before,” you comment.

“Me either.” Sam kisses you tenderly. “It was good.”

You sigh against his lips, gazing up into his eyes as an ache suddenly builds in your throat. “Cas died.”

He nods slowly, exhaling long and slow through his nose. “Yeah. You wanna talk?”

You shrug. “I guess.”

“Tell you what.” Sam props himself on one elbow, leaning down to nuzzle your shoulder. “How about we take a shower, put something on the TV, we can take our time.”

“Uh… yeah,” you sigh, trying to keep your voice steady. “You go ahead.”

Sam gives you a soft, sad smile. “Don’t take too long, ‘kay?”

“I won’t.” You let your head roll back onto a pillow and close your eyes. “I just… I need to cry for a few minutes and I wanna be alone.”

He clicks his tongue and grazes his fingers over your cheek. “All right. I’ll save some hot water for you.”

“Don’t steal it all.”

“I won’t.” He kisses your cheek. “It’s gonna be okay.”

You sigh deeply. “I know. Go on, I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.” He slides out of bed, and you watch him tread slowly to the door and disappear into the hallway. Rolling onto your side, you bury your face against his pillow, sucking in a deep, shuddering breath and holding it.

Your strokes of luck lately have been too good to be true, and there’s a weight in your stomach that usually only means one thing. All the big, heavy-hitting players are gone. It’s just you, Sam, and Dean now, left alone to form your own little path in the world for the first time ever. It’s terrifying.

Shit’s going to hit the fan, and when it does, this time, it’ll be the worst thing to happen to you.

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[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Welcome Home

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Half-awake and goofy Reader, Daddy Kink, Soft Sex, Unprotected Sex, Language, Fluffff

Word Count: 2.5K+

Summary: After many sleepless nights (and one missed text), Bucky is finally home.

A/N: Reposting because Tumblr hates meeeeee. I know I’ve been IA off and on here but I promise I’m working on my series as much as I can. It’s been one hell of an year, huh? My inbox is always open for you lovelies. Love you all.

***

The bed feels too big without him.

It’s normal to feel this way on most lonely nights, when Bucky has to be away on a mission—not like he isn’t saving the world or anything, but after two years of sleeping next to his heavy but familiar weight, it’s hard to fall asleep without it. What’s worse is that you can’t rest your head over his heartbeat or crawl into his warm, open arms, or kiss that little pout on his lips.

You even begin to miss the array of clothes spread out on a pile in the corner of the room that he always claims he’ll get to when they start to smell—as much as you want to kill him for it, you sincerely miss it now.

The blocky red numbers glare at you from where it sits on your nightstand, reminding you for the hundredth time that this is the fifth night in a row of tossing and turning and it’s four in the morning. Your body is fatigued but your mind anxious and relentless; he hasn’t texted like he promised he would, like how it’s been on nearly every mission, and maybe it’s because of the fact that he’ll be home tomorrow, not because he’s—

“Stop,” you whisper to yourself.

You let out a deep sigh and flop onto your back—the ceiling still has the same color and the small crack that keeps you fixated for a decent amount of time. Not even the running box fan or the low volume of your tv is doing anything to appease your unsettling thoughts. At this point, you don’t want to get up at all, not even to pee… no, you really need to go.

The bathroom is just as cold as the bedroom feels and it makes you want to cry; you won’t, but it’s close. The slight chilly air stings your bare feet as they paddle across the floor, sitting up this time on your bed and snatching the remote with a huff. You flip through the channels mindlessly, barely paying attention to the titles—titles that you’ve already seen a thousand times—while slumping against the pillows with the hope that SpongeBob SquarePants will be the final solution to your sleeping problem.

You become so engrossed in the cartoon that you don’t notice the creak of your house door, or the soft plop of a bag on the floor, nor the light steps making their towards your room until the handle jiggles rather loudly for someone who’s trying to sneak around; Bucky still underestimates his own strength on some days, like this one.

When the door starts to slowly open you curse yourself for not being more attentive, and try to remember with stiff muscles where that stupid knife Bucky gave you is…

“Shit,” the intruder curses. “Sorry, doll. Did I wake ya?”

The gruff whisper—twinged with a light Brooklyn accent—echoes across the room and straight to your chest, your heart stuttering a beat at the realization; the ocean gray eyes meets yours with a tired but exciting glint that equally matches the one in yours and that beautiful, beautiful full smile greets you like home.

“Bucky!” You squeal quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace, opening your arms out wide for him. “You’re home.”

He chuckles and closes the door behind him, slipping his gloves off, the two or maybe three shirts (armor, padding, whatever it is) he easily shrugs off, then his socks and pants, leaving him in a tank top and boxers. You wait patiently, all the while checking for any new scrapes and bruises or any signs of injury in his expression; so far so good.

The mattress dips under his fists as he leans over to give you a kiss; it’s short, just a quick peck that leaves you whining for more. Instead, he smiles again and rubs the tip of his nose affectionately against yours.

“I missed you,” his breath ghosts over your lips.

You cup his face, his light stubble scratching your skin, and pull him towards a longer, deeper kiss. He moans faintly into the kiss and dips the rest of his weight on the bed, curling into you instinctively; he fits against you like your puzzle piece, and when you lie down he follows fluently, careful of not laying all of his weight on you—as much you really want him to squish you.

“I missed you more,” you say in between kisses, wrapping your legs around his waist. “So—” the loud smack of your lips against his cheek raises a lovely chorus of giggles from the both of you. “—so much! But how?”

Bucky understands. “Caught the guy earlier than expected. Got back at the compound, took a shower—”

“And you didn’t text me, asshole!”

“Aw,” he drawls in a pitch, teasing your ribs with feather-like caresses. “I’m sorry baby. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

He seals his promise with a kiss, not wasting any time in slipping his tongue along the seams of your lips; you grant him access, swirling his tongue with yours. You moan and, without even realizing what you’re doing, slant your hips up, arching yourself into his touch. His hands slide down your body, memorizing every detail of your curves while continuing the dirty, sensual kiss; you then feel the half-hard bulge grinding steadily against your core, but you nor Bucky comment on it.  

He’s the first one to pull back. Bucky doesn’t say a word, and so neither do you, just taking in each breath that leaves his lungs through an exhale, every inch of muscle that rests and moves against yours, and suddenly it feels like you can actually sleep now.  

“Pretty girl,” he murmurs, using the tip of his pointer finger to trace the circles under your eye. “Having trouble sleeping again?”

“I always do when you’re gone,” you mumble back, closing your eyes since he mentioned it.

He starts to move but you latch onto him before he can fully sit himself up, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying his face in your neck.

“Baby,” he giggles, moving his hands to your hips.

“I still have to welcome you home, soldier,” you purr and run your fingers through his soft, short hair.

You grind back at his still hips, grinning goofily at the sigh that escapes his lips. “C’mon, I want to.” Another slow grind, harder than before. “I wanna feel that thick cock fill me up so good, been too long, daddy.”

The breath hitches audibly in his throat, his eyes growing dark and glazed. “You sure?” He asks, because he’s the perfect gentleman as always. “It looks like you can barely keep your eyes open, sweetheart.”

“Not uh.” To prove your point, you open your eyes as wide as they can go. Bucky laughs with a shake of his head that tells you, ‘I love you, you fucking goofball’.

You lean up to catch his slightly chapped lips, and reach down to pull your shorts and panties off; Bucky breaks the kiss to look, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy. You palm him through the thin fabric of his boxers, giving him a light squeeze.

He buckles against your hand. “Fuck,” he hisses, then chuckles. “It really has been too long.”

“So,” you quickly slip your shirt over your head, reveling in the way his eyes immediately latch on your breasts. “Fuck me.”

Bucky finally gives in with a moan, bumping his forehead against yours for a rushed but heated kiss that leaves goosebumps on your skin. You waste no time in pulling his boxers down, licking your lips at the sight of his twitching cock.

“Oof!”

His entire weight topples on you in his haste to pull his shirt off, crushing the air out of your lungs; he mumbles an unintelligent apology against your open mouth.

Metal rests against the slope of your ass as the other lines himself at your entrance, looking in your eyes for your approval. You nod, too excited and trembling with anticipation. His lips are once again back on yours, the bulbous tip of him nudging through your folds and circling your clit, teasing you with a knowing smirk as you kiss.

Before you can scold him he pushes in, stretching you slowly to the brim until his balls rest at the slope of your backside; it’s a little painful, but the burn is a bonus to the increasing pleasure you feel by him just being inside you.

“Oh fuck,” you gasp through gritted teeth, clutching his biceps with a tight grip. He answers with a nip to your breast, circling his tongue around the perk nipple before completely latching his mouth onto the sensitive mold; his teeth lightly scrapes you, making your body jolt and pussy flutter around him—shit, it really has been too long for the both of you.    

You tighten your legs around him, enveloping yourself in his heat, not wanting to bear the coldness that plagued you in his absence.

“Good?” He croaks from your chest, already sounding breathless.

“Please.”

He settles himself more comfortably between your legs and pulls back until only the tip is inside, plunging back in with a hard, punctuated thrust that heaves your body upwards. A choked sigh scrapes your throat, your hands splayed out on his back, feeling every muscle continue to move and slither; chaste kisses litter your neck with every thrust, hard and steady and deep.

“Buck.”

“I know,” he says. His metal hand cups your cheek, holding your gaze—you’re doing your best to keep your eyes open, but you don’t know how much longer that’ll last. “You feel so good, princess. So good, so fucking good.”

You lift your hips to meet his, feeling the coil in your lower stomach building and tightening and getting hotter and hotter—

“Fuck Bucky right there!” You moan wantonly, shifting your body so he can hit your sweet spot again.

“I got ya,” he rubs your back before pushing your lower half up so he can keep you exactly where he wants you, not once breaking the rhythm you can now so easily create.

His cock continues to bring you undeniable euphoria, scratching against every little itch you have and angling his pelvis so that it grinds against your aching clit, giving you the extra stimulation you need. He kisses you until you have no more air to give, nips and bites at you until there’s marks, caresses your body with a touch only a lover can understand, fucks you so right and smooth that you can feel every vein and ridge of his cock; thank fuck he’s home.

His hips move a little faster, no doubt starting to feel the edge of his climax. As if to prove your point, his hand—the one that was one your cheek—reaches up to grip the top of the headboard, using the pull to push himself somehow deeper into you; like he’s trying to crawl into your body and take shelter where he knows he’s safe.

“Y-yeah, shit B-Buck keep going!” You stammer in between thrusts. Your pussy flutters harder around him, making him squeeze his eyes tightly shut and curse under his breath.

“Me too, pretty girl,” he growls, looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful piece of art he’s ever seen, and in his eyes you are. “Gonna cum with me?” Your cunt clenches around him. “Goddamn baby—” (holyfuckingshit the way he just whimpered has your entire back arching and more juices gushing from your core). “—forgot how tight you are.”

It’s too much now, the friction heating your entire core until it feels like your whole body is on fire, about to implode at any second. Your moans and whimpers spur him on even more, now slamming his hips until the sound of skin against skin—and the sloshes of his dick pounding into you—echoes loudly in the room.

“Bucky I’m gonna come.”

“I feel you,” he grunts. “Come around my cock, babygirl. C’mon, I wanna feel it, sweet girl.”

Your legs tremble and shake as your orgasm approaches you, clouding your mind with a fog and filling your vision with white; you’re so lost in the spasm of your pussy, the thumb now rubbing your clit in tight circles, and the growls and whimpers that he’s doing nothing to hide, that when your cunt squeezes him like a vice, the scream that follows does no shame to the gruff grunts and groans lapping with your vocals.  

Bucky fucks you through your orgasm, your sensitive pussy continuing to flutter around him. It’s like you’re being shocked by bolts with the way your body spasms beneath him, taking everything he’s giving you and more until you’re nothing but a puddle at his bidding; every nerve feels shot and abused, but it’s not complete until he fills you up.

“Christ doll I’m coming,” he growls from his chest, sending shivers through you. You clench your pussy around him and… and he gasps like you just punched him in the gut and suddenly hot spurts of cum fill your pussy in thick, hot ropes.

With one final, hard thrust he collapses on top of you. The air is thick and slick with the air of sex, skin glistening in the soft light of the tv that’s still playing the same cartoon. His chest rises and falls with yours as you catch your breaths, holding each other.

Bucky is usually the first to recover. He raises his head and gives you a tired, goofy smile before kissing you; he uses the distraction to carefully pull out of you, the chill of the air brushing against the combined juices covering your pussy and inner thighs. You grumble with a scrunch to your eyebrows that makes him giggle.

“Hang on.”

He gets out of the bed with a heavy sigh that comes with age—you like to tease him about it every now and then—and flicks the light to the bathroom on, leaving the door ajar. The sound of running water is faint to your ears, the exhaustion of the week settling in on you heavily. The rattles from the bathroom fade with the stress, into comfortable white noise...

The cold, wet cloth makes you jump with a whine (did you actually fall asleep for a minute there?). Bucky shushes you gently from where he sits, gently cleaning you up before throwing the washcloth towards the corner of the room—yes, his corner.

Your arms blindly reach for him, your eyes still closed. You hear him turn the tv off and shuffle around until the covers are being pulled back and he slides in, making sure you’re both completely covered. He crawls into your embrace, laying his head in the crook of your neck and tangling his legs with yours.

“I love you,” you whisper groggily.

“I love you, too,” he says back with ease.

A few moments of silence pass, and just before you reach the land of dreams, one silly little thought brings you back.

“Bucky?”

A minute.

“What?”

“Welcome home.” 

[hobidreams]

Stay Quiet | JJK {M}

you think the library is only a place for studying. jungkook convinces you otherwise.

pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader genre: smut, a dash of fluff words: 2.7k contains: college au, public place, condomless sex, oral (f), dirty talk, you almost get caught, but you kind of like it a/n: spawned from the drabble prompt that’s bolded in the text! reposted, thanks to tumblr being tumblr.

You have one goal for this term: a 4.0 GPA. Or as close to it as you can get. Grad school application deadlines are coming up, and you’re so close to the end you can practically taste the celebratory beer on your tongue. The library has become your new home, open twenty-four hours a day for all your studying needs. Your new routine is waking up early and leaving late. You don’t actually mind spending so much time here, not if it’ll get you to the marks you want and need.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend doesn’t seem to share that opinion.

“Jungkook, stop staring at me,” you mumble as you flip the page of your textbook. “Is there something on my face?” You’re eight hours into today’s stretch and it’s just nearing dinnertime, so the crowd has thinned out a bit, leaving just a few study groups occupying the tables.

“No, you’re just pretty.” Jungkook grins, handsomeness radiating off him in his casual black tee and slightly mussed dark hair. Single silver hoops hang from his ears, your birthday present to him last year. He never leaves home without them.

You can’t help but smile at his words. He always makes you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world, even through the current exhaustion and grease and stress. You love him so much. Even though he’s totally distracting. “Thanks.”

“Aaagh, I’m bored. I’ve already browsed through all the Reddit threads and Facebook posts I can.” He throws his arms in the air in a stretch.

“You could just go home.”

“Home’s boring without you.”

You let your highlighter drop onto the table and meet his gaze. “If you’re going to stay, you should study.”

“I know all the material already.” He purses his lips as he taps his fingers on the tabletop to a quiet beat. “Plus… You’re wearing those sweatpants again.”

Your eyebrows knit. “What’s wrong with the sweatpants?”

“Nothing wrong, but it just… It makes me think of the last time you wore them.”

You try to wrack your brain for that particular memory but come up short. “What do you—"

“Can you please stop talking?” A person from the table next to you interrupts, annoyance in their squinted eyes and pouty mouth.

“Sorry,” you whisper, offering a raised hand in apology.

When you look back, Jungkook’s scribbling away on a scrap piece of notebook. Half a minute later, he tears it, hands it to you with a perfectly innocuous look on his face. You take the page, feeling a bit of high school nostalgia as you cast your eyes to his penned words.

Movie night. You wore them and your black thong, and I almost ruined ‘em when I stripped them off? Fuck. You came five times. It was amazing.

Are you blushing? You’re pretty sure you’re blushing, reading such filthy words in a public space. It’s coming back to you now, how you teased him by grinding your butt against him the entire night with subtle shifts. You had taken your delight in the way he became stiff in his jeans, emitting guttural grunts of frustrated arousal. He’d punished you (or was it a reward?) for it after, nice and slowly.

I can’t stop thinking about your pussy wrapped around me. So tight, so wet. If we were home, I’d already have my hands in your panties. Baby, I wanna touch you.

“Jungkook!” You whisper-hiss after finishing the second note he slips your way. “I have to study!”

He leans back, face infuriatingly neutral as he pushes away from the desk in the roller-chair. He adjusts his baggy top, your eyes drawn to his crotch as he pulls his shirt away and damn it, he’s half-hard. He knows what bulges do to you, especially his. You hate yourself for falling so easily for his seduction, heat already swirling in the pit of your tummy.

You suck in air through gritted teeth. You’re not going to get anything done like this; you need to set things straight. He’s already starting on his third note, amused by the faces you make as you read. You interrupt him. “Come with me.” You stand up.

Jungkook practically bounces to his feet, following close behind. He reaches for your hand along the way, sweetly lacing his fingers with yours. You’re heading for the very back of the floor among the stacks and shelves, where all the Old English books are stored, and no one ever goes. When you deem this to be as much privacy as you’re going to get, you whirl around.

“Jungkook, you can’t keep writing those notes.” You fight to keep your eyes on his, pointedly away from his crotch.

He’s not nearly as flustered as you. He calmly leans against the shelf with his arms crossed. “Why not? Are they affecting you?” That smirk. Ugh. All this time, and it still makes your heart flutter.

You don’t respond. Can’t, really, as he closes the distance between you with a few steps. His toned arms trap you in heat, breath warm against your forehead while he drops soft, promising kisses. Jungkook’s eager fingers start to trace the band of your sweatpants, just barely dipping inside to toy with the panties beneath. They’re plain, cotton, but still one of the hottest things Jungkook’s ever touched because they’re yours. “How wet are you under here?”

When he draws you closer, you can feel the outline of his full cock against your thigh. “Just let me have a taste, baby.” He palms your ass cheeks and if your pants weren’t in the way, he would hear the wet squelch of your soaked slit when he parts you.

You swivel your head, staring through the cracks of the books, hoping you won’t find another person among the tomes. “W-We’re in public, you know.”

“Please.” Jungkook licks his lips. “Don’t make me wait any longer to have you.”

You’ve lost. You know it by the flames that lick at your thighs, begging to be doused by his tongue. You know it by the knots tying themselves in the pit of your stomach, unraveled only by his touch. He drops to his knees and drags your pants down with him. You lean back against the surprisingly sturdy bookshelf and try to tell yourself that nobody comes back here anyway.

He flits that cute nose across your thigh, close enough to drink in the honey scent of your lust. “I’d say I’ll try to make this quick but... We both know I would be lying.” He trails a fingernail down your clothed slit. You shiver when he brings it back up, circling around your clit.

“We don’t have the time,” you mutter, too aware of the instinctual bucking of your hips to meet his fingers.

“You’re just impatient.” He whips his eyes up to meet yours, mirth clear in his dark irises as he gives you that mischievous bunny smile. But he’s nice to you, seeing as he’s in love with you and all. He eases your underwear halfway down your legs, enough to expose you to the stale library air and to his stare. He spreads you like he did before, this time the lewd noises clear and enticing.

Jungkook emits a low groan at the sight of your juices glistening, smeared all over the lips of your cunt. “You were gonna study while you were like this?” He dips his finger into you to gather droplets to use as lube for your clit. “You’re soaked, baby. Just from thinking about my cock?”

Your answer is a furtive whimper when he kisses your clit, tongue lavishing saliva and stimulation. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s addicted to your taste and how you twitch in response to the flicks, the licks. He can tell that you’re nervous right now, probably too aware that you could be caught as you keep looking around. But the fact that pleasure is burning away your fears? That turns him on.

Jungkook’s slim hands leave slight imprints on your thighs as he continues with coquettish strokes, flitting in and out. It’s an erratic rhythm to match your heart, twitching with fear at every slight noise or bump, afraid that someone will poke their head around the corner. But there’s a thrill with that too – one that you’ll probably never admit out loud but manifests itself in the jolts of bliss shooting through your nerves. It’s a high that Jungkook understands so well, adrenaline junkie that he is.

He can never hold out for too long after tasting your tangy sweetness. The tender exploration turns into something much more when he plunges his tongue into your cunt, shallowly fucking you as an infuriating preview for what his cock can do. If only he’d reward you with a finger. But he seems content to dart his tongue in and out, switching between that and a suction that makes your knees long to crumble. Your hands search for something to hold on to, eventually settling for a few dusty, thick-spined hardcovers.

“T-Too loud, Jungkook,” you stutter, sure that all his sucking and slurping is attracting too much attention among these confined walls.

“Can’t help it when you taste so good.” He smirks, looking filthy yet boyishly handsome with his lips all shiny, pink. “You know how much I love your pussy.” He presses a fond kiss to your clit, as if you wouldn’t believe him otherwise.

“Still… We have to stay quiet…” But you’re a hypocrite with the moans that tumble from your mouth, as unstoppable as the wetness drooling from between your thighs when he settles back in. If you were back home, you’d already be screaming his name and you both know it. You settle for burying your hands into his hair and raking your nails along his scalp.

“What if I want to hear you?” Jungkook grins because you’re grinding yourself onto his mouth. You can’t get enough of him despite yourself; his tongue’s just too convincing when it’s stroking its way up your heat. “Moaning like you always do when you come for me.” His hands grab palmfuls of your ass and squeeze. “Damn. Just thinking about it makes me so hard.”

When he lightly hollows his cheeks to add suction, every semblance of sanity slips from your mind. You tug his head higher as the shaking starts, but he doesn’t need your encouragement to keep his rapid pace. He’s seeking the reward of your whimpers as he draws out your climax until you’re too sensitive to go any further. At least, like this.

Jungkook surges to his feet. His belt and jeans clatter to the floor, pooling around his ankles before your aftershocks have had any time to subside. He spins you around, decisive hands not allowing any counterargument while your chest meets the shelf. All you can see through the musty books is the grey wall.

“S-Someone needs to keep a watch out.” You’re fretting, but the full, solid cock that nudges against your posterior demands your attention.

“Nah. Just focus on me.” One thrust, and he plunges the first delicious inch inside you. “Focus on how I’m going to fuck you, baby.”

It’s true – he makes it hard to think about anything else with the stretch of his cock, the girth addicting. His hands find purchase on your waist, pulling you closer to him as he snaps his hips upward. In three thrusts, he’s drenched himself wholly into your heat. He’s trying to control himself as best as he can but your walls cling eagerly to his shaft, spurring him on. The shelves slightly rattle against the concrete in reply.

“It’s been too long since I was inside you,” he growls, nipping at the column of your neck. “I missed this pussy so much.”

“Missed you too.” You’d forgotten how the pressure builds so furiously, racking up with each thrust that kisses your cervix. You try to adjust, wanting to staunch the slap of his hips against yours, but he’s pumping at a pace that refuses to be quieted. Hells, you’re close to just abandoning your inhibitions. It would be so much easier to just give yourself over to Jungkook, to let him fuck you both into moan-filled, sloppy orgasms among the silent audience of books.

Then you hear the footsteps.

Unmistakeable.

Padding across the carpet, steadily coming your way. Probably boots or something, judging by the heavy, noisy steps.

Your heart sputters. “Shit.” Cursing, you try to push Jungkook away so you can have some semblance of plausible deniability but his arms hold you still. His cock stays right where it is, plunged all the way to his balls. “Jungkook, someone’s coming!”

“Shhhh.”

“Oh god, they’re getting closer,” you whine. “They’re going to see.” Fear ripples through you but excitement is firmly alongside it – thrilling and obvious while your muscles tense.

Jungkook groans, a tortured, soft noise when your cunt cinches around his shaft. “Who’s my dirty girl?” He whispers against the rim of your ear. “Getting so tight. I think you want to be caught.”

“Jungkoook...” Now when you say his name, it’s in frustration. He’s only grinding his hilted cock, enough to make the slight friction agony.

“I think you want them to see you like this, so fucking gorgeous on my cock. Sucking me in so well.” A lazy crescendo of thrusts threatens to buckle your knees when they turn into deadly pumps, aimed right for your sweet spot. Your voice is higher than it’s ever been, high pitched and whiny in your need. It makes your boyfriend chuckle. “You’re not being quiet at all.”

Arching against him, you feel sweat trickle down your spine. “I’m t-trying...”

Suddenly, he slams himself all the way home. “Let’s put on a show, yeah?” You jolt forward, his grunts animalistic and low with each rut. One of his arms hooked around your waist, he moves like nothing else matters in the world except bringing you pleasure and taking it in turn. Every smack of his pelvic bone against your ass feels possessive and you can’t get enough, even though you can practically feel the new pair of an intruder’s eyes on you.

Your mingled lust drips in rivulets down from your cunt onto his balls, more trickling out with every stroke. He just keeps going, the stamina trained through hours upon hours at the gym put to fantastic use. Especially when he nudges your legs apart even more. He lowers two fingers to your neglected clit and starts to rub.

It’s not even a minute later that you’re coming helplessly, bucking your ass back into him in a carnal search for more. His fingers never stop sending pleasure through your veins. It’s a double-edged sword, bringing him crashing down with you seconds later. Jungkook shoves himself so deeply into you that it hurts, but it’s so worth it to hear his groans, to feel the hot burst of cum shot right against your core.

He doesn’t stop until your walls are thoroughly sodden with him, still spasming erratically in climax. You hang your head and just try to breathe through the humid air. Your cheeks burn, stroked by the hair fallen out of your ponytail. Having Jungkook pressed against you doesn’t help, for his temperature runs just as high.

A minute later, rationale returns to your addled brain as the spent cock slips from you. “Oh!” You spin, looking desperately around Jungkook and the shelves for any signs of your unwanted visitor. Your heart only calms when you confirm with your own eyes that there’s no one there. “Damn it, babe, we could’ve been kicked out if that person came any closer!” You lightly swat at his arm while he produces a tissue from a pocket, to soak up the leaking cum.

Jungkook laughs, thinking your glare is much more cute than intimidating. “I heard them leave a while back. You were just too distracted to notice.” He lightly touches your nose with his own – a soft, loving boop.

“Whatever...” Your cheeks flushed, you reach down for your sweatpants. “Will you let me study now?” You grumble. You’re not actually sure if you’ll get any work done though, not when your thighs and cunt are slick with pleasure’s mess.

Jungkook affectionately pats your butt. Then he buries his face in your hair for a kiss from a smirking mouth. “Maybe.”

[xx-darkbeauty-xx]

12.27.18..it’s been 3 years.

so here’s a post for you, since I know you stalk my every move, as well as Justin’s. I have you blocked on literally everything. I’ve tried to message you on fb messenger and squash the beef because i’m tired of being harassed by Justin’s ex 3 years after we’ve been dating, you never responded. So here you go. First I just wanna know why you feel the need to act the way you’ve acted? I’m honestly curious. Because Justin wants NOTHING to do with you. He’s made that abundantly clear, from the beginning. His family wants NOTHING to do with you. They all think it’s weird that every post I comment on you have to jump on and comment on. That’s creepy. It was a messy breakup and the family doesn’t like you, why do you keep trying to insert yourself? Why do you feel the need to still somehow even though I have you blocked and he has you deleted go to our pages and repost everythinggggggg we do? it’s not a coincidence. it’s crazy. Does Neil know that you do all this? What grown man would want to put up with all this crazy stuff you do? If you were a grown mature WOMAN, you would have came to me a while back instead of talking bad about me all over tumblr, twitter, instagram, etc. saying I have clamydia, calling me fat, saying i’m a whore, making up lies about Justin saying he cheated on me with you, hacking his social media and acting like him, and a bunch of other nasty things. Idc who you are, it’s not okay to treat anybody the way you have me. The only thing i’ve ever done to you is call you out for the shitty things you say and do about me, my sister or my bf. You’ve done more than enough to harass me. We’re in this for the long run. Nothing you say or do is going to change that. Give it up. I’m just posting all this because I genuinely want this stop. I want you to stop talking bad about mine and justin’s relationship (which is fantastic btw), I want you to stop making fun of how I look, what I do, what I listen to, my job, my career choice, what justin does (which you don’t know what he does bc he doesn’t post his every move like you). I want you to stop. Stop doing everything in your power to try to break me or pull me down to your level because it’s never going to happen. You’ll never break me, you’ll never be like me, you’ll never have the love and happiness I have. You enjoy trying to make other people feel bad and that shows who you really are. How would you feel if someone did all this stuff you’ve done to me? Seriously. I want all of it to fucking stop. Idc if this makes me a bitch a pussy whatever. I’m so sick and annoyed of dealing with your drama, every time I turn around and all I can think is how long has it been since they broke up? a long time. you should be over it by now. I tried to address the problem with you personally a long time ago and you ignored it and kept on with your childish ways so this is the only way I can get my point across apparently. Don’t go crying and saying i’m a bully after this either because you sit back and provoke all day long but when someone calls you out you don’t like it. Nobody in the real world would put up with as much as I have from you. So again, this is my message to you, Christina Mayfield, goldwaites, proper-dose, Intrapersonal, chrismayf. If you hate me like you claim to, leave me aloneeee. Stop obsessing over people who don’t care about you or your existence. We’re too grown for this crap. Leave me alone. K thanks. If you have anything to say to me you can text me or call me. If any of my followers follow @goldwaites on here, I think you should reconsider who you allow on your page because she is a piece of work (that’s putting it nicely) and will do anything and everything to try to bring others down. that’s all.

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Touching You*

Bucky Barnes x OFC Request Fic

Another repost because Tumblr mobile is being stupid. Ask from @this-kitty-has-claws. Inspired by Nickleback's Next Contestant  Hope this helps @justreadingfics

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC Word Count: 1899 Warnings: Smut, Implied Violence, Swearing NSFW (18+)

He absolutely hated it.

The mission, if he could even call it that anymore, had dragged on for three solid weeks. Three solid weeks of watching as his girl was manhandled in the most aggravating way possible. Why they were even still part of this charade was beyond him.

The target had been rounded up, his cronies captured, but he was still here, standing against the wall, acting the part of bouncer as he watched over Jules, doing her thing, slinging drinks at the bar.

She made a good bartender. Gorgeous in face and form, she had legs for days, bare beneath the short black leather skirt. Her shirt was an old Nirvana one she’d stolen from Tony at some point and taken scissors to. The back had been sliced through, leaving the shirt hanging in shreds across her spine, but it was the neckline she’d cut down in a deep ‘v’ which regularly drew his eyes. It more than highlighted the swell of cleavage, enhanced by whatever miracle underwear she wore to torture him.

He couldn’t see them, but he knew there were high boots encasing her lower legs, riding up over her knees, ending halfway up her thigh.

Nat had made a wicked comment about hooker boots which had made Jules laugh, but Bucky wasn’t at all pleased with the way all his girl’s assets were on display.

Nor did he appreciate it when the manager casually put his hands on her. The assholes hands would go to her hips, her ribs, her waist, her shoulder. He’d even watched the fucker play with her hair, twist a lock of it around his finger as he flirted with Bucky’s girl.

And damn, if she hadn’t flirted back.

It was just an act, he knew it, but watching her bat her lashes at that ape was making him see red.

Then there were the patrons. The men would go up to Sam, playing the part of DJ, and ask if she was single. Asshole that he was, Sam had taken to smirking his way every time the question came up so that Bucky would know what they asked.

He wanted to punch the fucker every time.

Sam, for his part, did inform them Jules was seeing someone, but it didn’t seem to make a difference.

They just kept coming on to her. Offering to buy her drinks, flirting like fools, complementing her features while they dragged their eyes over her body, longing to touch what wasn’t theirs to have. They’d reach across the bar, touch her hand, her arm, thinking they’d entice her into sleeping with them.

They had no clue she could easily break their wrist if they got too handsy, or that he was waiting in the wings to rip their fucking heads off.

Even the women hit on her. Sure, it was kind of hot to watch her flirt back with the ladies, made him a tad uncomfortable in the nether regions, his pants growing tight, but it didn’t mean he was willing to share. Jules was his.

Bucky didn’t share. Period.

When the sleaze of a manager put his hand on her ass, squeezed, and made her jump, Bucky felt something in his brain snap.

When she turned, placed her hand on his chest, and smiled sweetly, he saw red.

When the man dared put his hand on her back, sliding it down to grip her ass, encouraging her away from the bar toward the office, his vision tunnelled, and he was pressing off the wall.

Sam was talking in his ear, Natasha only waved the man off.

He saw it all and didn’t give a shit. He was done. This mission was ending right the fuck now. Whether it was his rage, his face, or simply the way he stalked forward, everyone parted like the red sea before Moses.

Past the bar where the other bartenders were fighting to keep up with the crowd, Bucky ducked down the hallway which would take him to the scuzz manager’s office. Grunts and groaning from within had him slamming the damn door open only to stop dead in the doorway.

“Fuck, about damn time, Barnes!” Jules huffed, dragging the dead weight of the manager toward the closet.

“Baby? What the hell?” he muttered, confused.

“Yeah, so look, hun. I was gonna explain it to you but figured you’d just kill the asshole, so I got Nat in on things. You see, Marcus here has a thing for blackmailing his female staff, forcing them to do things to keep their jobs. It’s either that or he has them ‘arrested’ for stealing by a cop buddy of his. No worries, Nat’s all over that shit. This was just my way of dealing with him. I made sure and put the fear of Jules in him before I knocked the little shit out. Once Nat’s done with his buddy, we’ll turn them over to the proper authorities, get things cleared up.”

Their whole operation had been set up through the clubs owner so, yeah, sleaze Marcus would have been none the wiser as to who they really were, but the fact she hadn’t told him had Bucky grinding his teeth together. The door shut quietly behind him, the lock snicking into place.

Walking across the room, he jerked a cord from a lamp, used it to bind Marcus’s hands, and tossed the asshole in the closet before turning on Jules. “You should have told me.”

She shrugged. “It was under control.”

He stalked her into the wall where he set his hands on either side of her head. “Three fucking weeks I’ve watched people touch you, put their hands on what’s mine. You should have told me, Jules.”

Her chin came up defiantly. “I’m a big girl, Sergeant. I can take care of myself.”

His lip curled back in a snarl. “Fuck that shit, Jul-”

Her mouth was suddenly on his, her hands delving beneath the hem of his dark Henley, nails scraping, dragging, teasing over his abs. Her teeth caught his lip, bit down, pulled hard.

Growling, going from angry to viciously aroused in a heartbeat, Bucky ripped her skirt up her legs, tore the underwear - nothing more than a scrap of lace - from her core, and sank his fingers inside her.

Jules cry of delight released his lip, allowing him to attack her throat, sucking, biting, licking leaving a trail of marks down her neck and across the swell of her breast. He left a large, dark hickey right over her heart, one plain for everyone to see. Palming her breast with his metal hand, hidden beneath a dark glove, he played with her drenched pussy, dragging his fingers over her fluttering walls. “Fuck you’re wet, baby.”

“You’re fault. Standing against the damn wall all hot and brooding. Looking like a damn devil with those eyes. I could feel them across the room, Bucky.”

Her words drove him wild and he’s was on his knees, face pressed to her smooth mound, tongue sweeping through her lips, lapping up the cream coating his hand, finding the hard nub. Circling, flicking, sucking until she’s arching and writhing. Low moans and harsh breathing make him smirk.

Her hands delve into his locks, tug. Her leg goes over his shoulder, opening her to him.

“Baby,” he murmurs, “I’m gonna fuck you against the wall.”

Her whole body shakes in anticipation. “Finish what you started first, Barnes,” she pants, arching into his mouth.

Chuckling, Bucky fucks his fingers inside her, curling to catch her g-spot, stroking as he sucks on her clit. It swells beneath his touch. He presses his tongue flat to it, waits for the change in her breathing which will tell him she’s close, and slowly licks firm strokes over the bud.

Her legs shake, quiver, a moan slides silkily from her lips.

It’s all he’s been waiting for. He hums, biting softly at her clit, increasing the speed and force of his fingers.

A keening wail fills his ears as sweet cream fills his mouth. Lapping, stroking, nearly purring with pleasure, he extends her orgasm until she slumps weakly against the wall.

“Up, Bucky. Please.”

He’s on his feet, cock achingly hard and heavy as he tears open the front of his jeans. They fall to his knees. Dragging her up the wall, he slides overheat and wet, coating himself in the essence of his woman. Then, with a tilt of her hips as she wraps her hands behind his neck, he’s slamming deep into tight walls.

Her ankles locked behind his back, her mouth latches back to his, and she’s sucking on his tongue in time with the plunging of his hips.

The sharp slap of flesh, the scent of sex, harsh breathing, moans and quiet swears rise in the room as he takes her hard and fast against the wall. There’s nothing better than the way her moist heat and tight clenching core feel on his cock. It makes him moan against her throat, fuck her a little harder, tighten the grip he has on her ass.

“Jules,” he growls near her ear.

“Bucky!” she screams, throwing her head back, banging it against the wall.

Gritting his teeth, he jerks her from the wall, swipes his hand over Marcus’s desk, and presses her down on it. “Fuck, baby,” his voice is hoarse as he stands up, drags her legs from his waist and holds her open so he can watch his cock disappear into her heat.

A high pitched whine leaves her lips, her body arches off the desk. Her core clamps around him, walls milking hard.

He roars her name when the orgasm is torn from him, taking him by surprise. Thrusting hard, he empties himself inside her, thighs quaking as his legs fight to hold him up. Finally, he crashes forward, catching himself at the last moment on the desk to keep him from crushing her. “God damn it, Jules,” he sighs, placing soft kisses on her jaw. “So good, baby.”

“Glad you enjoyed yourself, Barnes, but the cops are here to deal with Marcus. Tuck and zip, man. And thanks for the show.”

Sam’s voice through the com has him snapping upright. “Fuck!”

Jules stares up at him from her spot laid out on Marcus’s desk as he jerks his pants up. “You left your com on?” She burst out laughing.

“Shut up, Jules,” he growls, dragging her off the desk, and her skirt back down her legs. There’s nothing he can do about the scent of sex, nor the mess he’s made of her skin.

She bends to pick up her scrap of underwear and tucks it in his pocket. “A memento,” she grins cheekily.

Dragging Marcus out of the closet, he tossed the trussed up man on the floor. “Get out of here,” he grumbled. “And stay out of trouble.”

She only smirked as she sashayed her ass out the door. “The only trouble I ever get into is with you, Barnes.”

Rolling his eyes, he crossed his arms and waited for the cops, wondering just how many assholes will be lined up at the bar in front of her when he gets back. A smirk twitched his lips. Didn’t matter.

He would be the only one going home with her tonight.

The End