#requested by rebelemilu

[starryevermore]

i had an idea it’s game night at the compound. tonight they play jeopardy. tony is the one asking the question and what not. when it gets to the reader and bucky (like that first question that is like who will start it and what not) and asks “name something you might like to have two of in your bed” reader hits the button so fast and says “super soldier tony” and bucky and steve share a knowing look that everyone sees but doesn’t understand. bucky just causally says “when and where doll”

family feud

warnings: sexual innuendos, secret relationship, implied smut, i made peter a lil naïve, pet name (doll)

note: i decided to change it family feud lol

Game nights at the compound were taken incredibly seriously. Tony made it a whole event. Hell, he even made little sets based on famous game shows to really set the scene. He had one for Jeopardy, Are You Smarter than a Fifth Grader (which was hilarious to see Steve squeezed into a tiny little desk), Who Wants to be a Millionaire—the whole shebang. And today's game of choice? Family Feud.

The first team: The Capsicles, comprised of the one and only Steve Rogers, as well as Bucky, Sam, and Nat. The second team: The Underdogs, made up of you, Wanda, Peter, and Vision. The host: none other than Tony Stark himself.

The game had gone on as one would expect. All of you were incredibly competitive, doing your damned hardest to beat out the other team. And you? Well, you really really wanted to beat Bucky and Steve.

Unknown to the rest of the Avengers, the three of you were all seeing each other. You had chosen to keep the relationship under wraps for the moment, wanting to enjoy each other without having to deal with the others for as long as possible. Once everyone knew, the incessant teasing would begin. And, well, as fun as that could be at times, sometimes it made you want to smash some faces in. So, for now, it was a secret.

But then Steve and Bucky had taken to teasing you, in public. Brought attention to the three of you and your secret relationship. While you were growing more comfortable with the others knowing, you still wanted to find a way to get back at them. And what better way than by bruising their egos?

It was your turn to go up, and you were facing off with Sam. Tony stood between you, reading off his card.

"Alright, this is a good one," Tony said. "Name something you might like to have two of in your bed."

Your hand immediately slammed on the buzzer. Everyone's eyes were on you as a smirk curled across your face. "Two super soldiers."

Tony stared at you, his mouth falling open and shut again. "Say that again?"

You looked over at him for a moment before turning your gaze to your boys. "I said, I would like to have two super soldiers in my bed."

Everyone looked over at Steve and Bucky, wondering how they might react. But your boys only shared a glance, the look in their eyes something only you recognized. It was the look they always wore when they were about to ruin you.

"Just give us a time and a place, doll," Bucky said, sending you a wink.

"Wait, what the hell?" Sam said. "What the fuck is happening?"

"Think the fossils are getting some action," Nat said.

"Woah, woah, woah, you? And those old men? Y/N, I'm pretty sure your standards should be higher than that," Tony said.

Meanwhile, Peter was muttering to Wanda, "Wait, why's everyone acting so weird? Aren't they just gonna build a pillow fort?"

"I'm more in the business of ruining pillow forts," you said, smirking, barely able to contain yourself, wanting nothing more than for the game to end.

[jensengirl83]

Return From Hiatus

I’ve decided to come back to Tumblr, and I wanted to come back with a bang! So, I’ve decided to do a return from hiatus challenge. As the great Dean Winchester says, Bob Seger is one of the greatest rock writers of all time. So, this challenge will be all about the amazing Bob Seger. 

I’m going to list songs from both his greatest hits albums. You may choose a song, or lyric from one of the songs and write your heart out! No minium or maximum word count! Write as little or as much as you want! 

Also, this isn’t just for the writers of Tumblr. If you are just a reader, you may also pick a song or a lyric, and send it to me in an ask and I will write it for you! 

I want this to be a fun challenge to mark the end of my hiatus. Please no Wincest or Destiel, as I’m not into those. Every entry will be put onto a masterlist and reblogged! Songs and tags under the cut!

Tag me in the A/N of your fics, and please use the hashtag #Jensengirl83hiatuschallenge so I can keep track of them as we know the tagging system doesn’t always work. 

Greatest Hits Volume 1

1- Roll Me Away

2- Night Moves- @flamencodiva

3- Turn The page- @wonder-cole

4- You’ll Accomp’ny Me- @sofreddie​

5- Hollywood Nights- @katelyn--renee​

6- Still The Same

7- Old Time Rock & Roll- @that-one-gay-girl @whatareyousearchingfordean​​

8- We’ve Got Tonight- @treat-winchesterswith-kindness​ @deangirl93​

9- Against The Wind- @watermelonlipstick​

10- Mainstreet

11- The Fire Inside

12- Like A Rock

13- C’est La Vie- @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​

14- In Your Time

Greatest Hits Volume 2

1- Understanding

2- The Fire Down Below

3- Her Strut

4- Beautiful Loser

5- Sunspot Baby- @waynes-multiverse​

6- Katmandu

7- Shame On The Moon 

8- Fire Lake

9- Tryin To Live My Life Without You- request from @lunarmoon8​

10- Shakedown

11- Manhattan

12- New Coat of Paint

13- Chances Are w/ Martina McBride- request from @redbarn1995​

14- Rock And Roll Never Forgets

@flamencodiva @foxyjwls007 @waywardbeanie @emoryhemsworth @valsworldofcreativity @hardcoresupernatural @msmarvelouswinchester @lyarr24 @danneelsmain @akshi8278 @ellewritesfix05 @winchest09 @defenderrosetyler @hobby27 @whatareyousearchingfordean  @deanwanddamons @atc74 @superfanficnatural  @supernatural-love14 @vicmc624 @squirrelnotsam @smol-and-grumpy @tatted-trina6 @xhannahbananax03 @coffeebooksandfandom  @mrsfox79 @malfoysqueen14 @moron225 @deans-baby-momma @lovelyrocker @fablesrose @maralisa124 @deangirl93 @aimee-ginge @anathewierdo @donnaintx @screechingartisancashbailiff @itsdesiree86 @kyjey @roxytheimmortal @briagallen @aubageddon91 @lunarmoon8 @that-one-gay-girl @stoneyggirl @kitkatd7 @wonder-cole @brilovesdeanwinchester @allonsy-yesiwill  @krazykelly @440mxs-wife @rebelemilu @sarahbaker2010 @onethirstyunicorn @tyferbebe @metalfangirl   @redbarn1995 @thoughts-and-funnies @izzathequeen @heavensangel45135  @entersand-man  @michellethetvaddict @supraveng @percywinchester27 @downanddirtydean @bobbie3939 @waynes-multiverse  @zooaliaa @watermelonlipstick @katelynw931-blog @soaringeag1e @thinkinghardhardlythinking @treat-winchesterswith-kindness

[starryevermore]

thanks for the tag! 🥰

tagged by: @christowhore

fav color: pink

currently reading: about to start “the devil all the time”!

latest song: “so screwed” by katrina stuart

latest movie: “the nanny diaries”, i think?

latest series: “raven’s home” 😂

coffee or tea: coffee, and the sweeter the better

currently working: on all of the incomplete series i have, some requests, and a new fairy tale anthology im gonna start

tagging: @rebelemilu @golbrockstar @annab-nana

Tagged by - @secretswiftymarvelfan 🤎

Fave Colour: Red

Currently Reading: aside from health law reports? I’m reading a lot of fanfics and I’m also rereading Wuthering Heights - all time classic

Latest Song: All to me - Giveon

Latest Movie: Peacock - if you like psychological thrillers and Cillian Murphy this is the movie for you.

Latest Series: New Girl

Coffee or Tea: Both! More so tea just bc my great great grandparents made their own tea blends that have been passed down for generations and so I’ve practically had tea straight out of the womb

Currently Working: just some odd end wips nothing serious

No Pressure Tags: @ysmmsy @chriscvans @goodpeach @christowhore @georgiapeach30513 @gracechristo @luckyduckydoo @maroonsunrise83 @a-little-counter-esperanto and anyone else that want to partake

[starryevermore]

sebastian finding out that him speaking romanian turns you on.

speak romanian to me

warnings: implied smut

draga mea - my darling | fluturaș - little butterfly | îngeraș - little angel (translations via learnro.com)

he's so shocked when he finds out.

like, he had no fucking idea.

cause it's just pet names at the start. draga mea, fluturaș, îngeraș. just cute little names that he doesn't give much thought into.

they're all second nature, just tumble out without a second thought.

because of course you're all those things! you're his, and he loves you so much!

but he notices how flustered you get, how you can't stop kissing him, how you can't keep your hands to yourself, and suddenly he realizes just how much you love when he speaks romanian.

and he's a little rusty, for the most part, since he doesn't speak the language much anymore.

but oh lord, he goes into fucking overdrive just to see you all flustered again.

asking you to pass him in the salt in romanian, asking what you want for dinner in romanian, asking you out on dates in romanian.

oh but nothing tops dirty talk in romanian.

just coming up behind you and whispering how he wants to eat you out, rearrange your guts, have you begging on your fucking knees for his cock, all in romanian, so even when he does it in public, only he (and soon, you, as you pick up on the language over time) knows what he's saying.

god, yes, he takes advantage of it every chance he gets.

and, well, you're definitely not complaining.

[starryevermore]

sweet as can be ✧ andy barber

masterlist

pairing: sugar daddy!andy barber x fem!reader

request: alright another request:) sugar daddy!andy bring your favorite cookies and coffee because you’re stressed with finals for college🥺 - @rebelemilu

summary: andy knows how hard you’ve been working to finish the semester, so he picks you up some of your favorite cookies as a reward. 

word count: 1,879

warnings?: spoilers for defending jacob, discussion of death, sugar daddies (is this a warning idk), not an accurate depiction of sugar daddies/sugar babies, school related anxiety

Ever since the tragic death of Laurie and Jacob, Andy had been undeniably lonely. He’d tried jumping back in the dating pool but, after having been married for so long and given the way he lost his wife, it just didn’t feel right. Besides, all of the women in town knew what happened to his wife and son. All the women in the state probably knew what happened to his wife and son. And that alone made dating difficult, but when you add in the fact that so many women were trying to learn the intimate details of his son’s case or his family’s death, it just left him with a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. So, he swore off dating. But he was still lonely. 

He’d spent so many years with someone by his side. Now his bed was cold. Sometimes, most of the time really, he still made room in bed like his wife would still be there, ready to curl up in his arms as they entered their dreamlands. He’d still buy enough groceries to feed a family of three. He still parked his car in a way that left enough room for Laurie’s car to be parked beside it. 

Dating was out of the question, but Andy needed someone to fill the void in his life. 

He just didn’t know how to do that. That is, until he recalled one of the interns at the DA’s office remarking about how she’d gotten a sugar daddy to help pay for her bills while she was finishing her degree. Andy hadn’t given it much thought then, but now the idea was becoming increasingly more tempting. Becoming a sugar daddy. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea. He would have someone to take care again, someone to keep him company. He could establish more clear boundaries than he felt he could than when he was dating (he did that once on a date, and the woman chewed him out for being a bastard or something, never mind the fact that she was practically begging to know every last detail about how his family died). Yeah, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. 

For a week, he looked into how to become sugar daddy. He looked into websites, what to do and how to pick a sugar baby. But he started to get too into his own head, nearly talking himself out of it countless times. If he was going to do this, he was just going to have to jump in headfirst. If it didn’t work out, he could stop it. But he’d never know that it wasn’t going to work if he didn’t at least try. 

That’s how he met you. 

You were looking for a sugar daddy after your university increased its tuition. Suddenly, paying for school became a whole lot more difficult, given that your scholarship money stayed the exact same. Adding onto the fact that you already had a heavy course load, which made taking on a part-time job near impossible, you needed a relatively easy way to make money fast. When he saw your profile on the site, he was sure you were the one. He didn’t even need to look at any others. A meeting was set up, and the rest was history. 

Honestly, Andy forgot that he was your sugar daddy half the time. You were so sweet, so kind, that he’d forget you were doing this for money. And he said as much to you after you came over to his house when the loneliness was extra hard. 

“Andy,” you pouted, “you do know what I’m not just doin’ this for money, right? If I didn’t actually like you, I wouldn’t stick around. You payin’ for my tuition is just a lil extra. But I’m in it for you.”

He didn’t say anything, instead nestling his face in the crook of your neck. You began to run your fingers through is hair, scratching at his scalp, and added, “I mean it. I was ‘bout ready to take my profile down when I saw yours. And then I decided at least one meetin’ wouldn’t hurt, but I didn’t expect it to amount to anything. But you swept me off my feet. Made me feel special. I like you, Andy. Not your money.”

He pressed a kiss to your neck, his voice barely above a whisper as he said, “You promise, baby girl?”

“I promise,” you said, kissing the top of his head. “If I just saw you on the street and you asked me out, I’d care for you just as much. Even if you were dirt poor, I’d love you all the same.”

And he wasn’t entirely convinced you meant it, at the time—he was still so sure that you’d leave him one day, like so many before had left him. But he chose to believe it for the moment. All he wanted was to be loved, all he wanted was to be loved by you. 

But one day you came to him crying, so upset that you could barely speak. It was the first time he’d ever seen you torn up like that. The first time he’d ever seen you cry. And it absolutely broke his heart to see you in such a state. He cradled you in his arms, shushing you as he rubbed your back. 

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” he asked.

But you were sobbing too hard to say a word. 

“Did something happen? Do I need to go kick someone’s ass for you? Restore your honor?” he asked, the last question earning a little teasing tone, hoping that a little humor could get you to stop crying so hard.

You let out a choked laugh, before whimpering out a quiet “no”.

“Hmm, did something happen in one of your classes?”

You nodded before burying your head further in his chest. 

“What happened? Was it one of your professors?”

“No,” you mumbled between sobs. “Took an exam today. Did real bad on it.”

“Oh, baby girl, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad,” he said. “And, even if it was, your grades don’t matter. It’s just one bad grade. It’s not gonna ruin your life. I mean, look at me. I got my fair share of bad grades, but I’ve still done well in life.”

“That’s just ‘cause you’re pretty,” you mumbled. 

He snorted. “And you’re even prettier, so just imagine what you can accomplish.”

You let out a soft giggle, your cries slowly easing up as you let it all out. “The dorm is just so loud,” you said when you finally calmed down to speak without sobbing. “I hate having to go back there. I can hardly ever focus. I don’t ever feel like I can get anything done.”

And though you probably hadn’t meant anything by it, probably not wanting any sort of solution to your little rant other than just getting it off your chest, Andy went out the very next day to make you a copy of his house key so that you could come and go as you please. You were hesitant to take the key at first, unsure if that was a line you wanted to cross but he invited. He just wanted to take care of you after all. And that included making sure that you were in a good position to complete your education. 

And, just like that, it was like life was breathed into his home again.

You were there nearly every day of the week. Most days, he’d find you curled up on the corner of the couch, chewing on the end of a pen as you jotted down notes for your next big assignment. Or you’d be sitting at his desk in his office, looking so small in his big leather chair, as you typed out an essay, saying something about how you like writing at a computer than a laptop when he asked what brought you in there. Or you’d be pacing in front of the bathroom mirror, running through some big presentation you had to give and apparently practicing in the mirror was supposed to be helpful. And, god, he fucking loved it. He loved having you in his house. He loved that you felt so comfortable there. He wanted you to be comfortable with him. That was all he wanted. 

This week, though, he knew that you were very not comfortable. It was finals week, and you were stressed out of your mind. Apparently, all of the classes you were taking were incredibly important to your major and you needed to do well on the exams to stay on your timeline. Any time you weren’t on campus to take an exam, you were hiding out somewhere in his house, reciting information so fast that made absolutely no sense to Andy. 

Today was your last exam, and Andy knew how hard you’d been working. He was so proud of you, and he knew that your efforts needed to be rewarded. He got off work early, deciding that it was as good a time as ever to get you a little pick-me-up. On his way home, he picked up a box of cookies from Insomnia Cookies, making sure to get at least one of all of your favorites. Then, he went and got a cup of your favorite coffee from the cute little cafe you liked to take him to. Then he made a few more stops along the way, picking up little things he was so sure you’d love. 

When he got home, he set everything up all cutely in the kitchen. Setting the cookies out on a pretty plate, making sure that the little heart he asked to be made in your latte wasn’t ruined. He’d even gotten some flowers, presented them in a pretty vase. Yeah, this was going to be good. He liked to treat you. You were gonna like this. 

He heard the door open, followed by your backpack thudding on the ground. Then he called out, “That you, baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you shouted back, following the sound of his voice. When you found him in the kitchen, you didn’t notice his little display immediately. “What’re you doin’ home early?”

Oh, he liked how you called his house home. Made him want to quit the sugar daddy arrangement and make you his for real. 

“Wanted to surprise you, baby girl,” he said, looking over at all the things he’d gotten you.

Your eyes immediately lit up, and you were in his arms faster than he could blink. “Oh, Andy, you didn’t have to do that. You don’t have to get me anything, you know that.”

“Wanted to treat my baby girl, though,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You been workin’ so hard. Thought you deserved somethin’ nice.”

“Oh, you’re gonna make me cry!”

“Happy tears, right?”

“Only happy tears,” you reassured, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you, baby girl.”

Andy Barber was once an undeniably lonely man, but you filled the void in his life. And maybe, just maybe, you made him happier than he’d ever been.

[starryevermore]

mob!bucky and mob!steve showering their girl with love and everything she wants

showered in affection

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smutty themes

okay yes.

yes yes yes.

bucky and steve love showering you with gifts, affection—everything.

they have the money, the means, to do so, so why the hell shouldn't they?

especially if you didn't come from money. if you were the kind of person who struggled to live paycheck to paycheck, grew up in the sketchier parts of town, before they came into your life, expect them to make sure you're treated like a goddamn queen.

in their eyes, they've failed if they don't make you feel like a queen.

so, anything that you could possibly ask for is yours.

you want that pretty purse you saw on display? yours.

that lacy lingerie set that you'd been eyeing? already being shipped to their house.

feeling down and need some cuddles? one of them, if not both, have cleared their schedule and have made a little at-home spa for you.

being needy and desperate for them? they've already got you spread out on their big bed, methodically taking you apart until all you can think of is them, their cocks, and the pleasure only they can provide you.

no, but for real, they worship the ground you walk in. while they rule the mob, you rule them.

most meetings have you sitting on one of their laps, or bent over their knee, or on your knees in front of them, depending on if you were being a little bratty with them or not.

and when they're done for the day? and they're fully, 100% yours? oh, they make sure that you don't go to bed until you're completely satiated.

[starryevermore]

okay i had an idea again🥺

chris evans x reader: where the read is on Ellen and Ellen has Chris scare her like she always does🥺

scaredy cat

warnings: pranks, pet name (baby)

you should've known something up the second that you left to go to the set.

chris was oddly interested in your appearance on the show, asking questions about what you were promoting even though he'd known for weeks that you were going to talk about your solo movie in the mcu.

that should've clued you in immediately.

but you just brushed it off, thinking he was a little stressed from his own projects and it'd just slipped your mind.

then you got to set and everyone kept whispering around you, looking around like they were waiting for someone to show up.

still, though, you brushed it off. ellen probably just had a surprise or something.

little did you know.

when you finally walked out onto the stage, everything was pretty normal.

ellen asked her usual questions about your movie, what you'd been up to, and stuff like that.

then you saw a brief movement from the corner of your eye, and you were screaming your head off as someone popped out of the table between yours and ellen's chairs.

"chris, damn you!" you shrieked when you realized it was him.

but he was too busy laughing his ass off, trying to pull you into his arms while you shoved him away.

"oh, come on baby, it was funny!" he said.

"i hate you so much," you said, shaking your head.

"nah, you love me."

[starryevermore]

bucky x plus-size!reader: her finding the courage to do a little boudoir shoot for him in one of his henlys and dog tags

henleys and dog tags

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI (nothing explicit is described, but does discuss sex so minors back off), implied smut

this is definitely like a first valentine's day gift to bucky.

like, you got together just after valentines day the year before and had been together a whole year and now you wanted to do something special for your boy

being with bucky was something that made you 10x more comfortable with your body

to clarify, you weren't necessarily insecure about your body before, but being with a man that absolutely worships every inch of you really just does something for your self-confidence

like bucky is deadass the kind of man who would be 110% into body worship

anyways, it's almost valentine's day and you wanna do something special for your boy

you'd seen some boudoir shoots on your instagram, and that gave you a spectacular idea

one of your friends was a professional photographer and managed to squeeze you in for a last minute appointment

and you went to fucking town with that shoot

picked out all of bucky's favorite lingerie (plus some new ones you were going to surprise him in later)

but your favorites were the ones of you in his henley and dog tags

like only wearing those two things, back arched, biting your lip, looking at the camera with pretty little doe eyes

man fucking creams in his pants when you present him a nice little album from your photoshoot

and when he gets to the ones where you're biting down on the dog tag chain with the camera angled down to show off the breasts he loves so much??

he doesn't finish looking through the album cause he's already picking you up and carrying you off to the bedroom

kisses you all over, whispering sweet praises over your every cry and whimper

doesn't let himself cum until you've already had more than enough orgasms

yeah...

yeah it's just perfect

[starryevermore]

i’ve had this idea for a little bit now but i’ve never said it. what if you are in a relationship with either chris or seb or both and you are graduating from college but they said that they couldn’t be there because of scheduling or something but they surprise you after you graduate and you know things happen.

graduation surprises

warnings: a lil angsty but ofc a happy ending, implied smut, pet name (baby)

You wouldn't admit it, but Chris not being able to come to your graduation broke your heart. Going back to school to get your doctorate was a huge thing for you, and it was something that Chris had supported every step of the way. He was your rock during the years where you were studying and researching and having mental breakdowns over meeting the requirements for your thesis. And it all built up to the day you got to walk across the stage and officially be done with it all.

And, he couldn't be there.

His whole family was there, though, which helped. You're pretty sure Scott destroyed his vocal cords with the way he was whooping and hollering when your name was announced. And it made you smile and laugh and feel better about it all. But, when you got back to your seat, staring down at the empty diploma holder, you just kind of ached deep in your soul.

You understood why Chris couldn't be there. He was busy filming thousands of miles away and they'd gotten behind, so he had to stay longer than he thought he would have to. You didn't fault him in the slightest. You just wished he could've been the one giving you a nice bouquet of flowers instead of his mom, that he was the one screaming for you instead of Scott, that he could've been in the crowd.

When you got to your shared home, after you had dinner with Chris's family, you felt a bit better with the way Dodger ran up and pounced on you. The little fur ball always lifted your spirits when Chris was away. But, when you noticed Chris's shoes lying on the floor and the suitcase abandoned in the hallway, your heart jumped up to your throat. Could he...? No, he couldn't...

But you sprinted to the living room anyways, practically tackling him when he yelled, "SURPRISE!"

You peppered his face with kisses, wrapping your whole body around him. "How are you here?" you cried.

"Filming wrapped early this morning. Couldn't get an early enough flight to be at your ceremony, but didn't want miss you anymore."

"God, I fuckin' love you," you said, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

"I missed you too, baby," he cooed. "Now, how does my best girl wanna celebrate?"

"Just wanna be with you, baby, just wanna be taken care of by you," you said.

"Oh, trust me, I plan on doin' just that all night long," he said, leading you up to the bedroom. "Ain't goin' to let you go for a long time, baby."

[starryevermore]

chris x plussizeish!reader: the reader is a little insecure about going to a red carpet with chris but he makes her aware that he doesn’t care what people think and that he loves her for her and who she is as a person (if you catch my drift😌)

flashing lights

warnings: insecurity about weight, anxiety

literally chris would hype you up so fucking much.

like, the man's not a stranger to being nervous during red carpet events.

so when you whisper to him in the car that you're scared, that you're afraid people will judge you for your size since you're not the size of a model, chris immediately jumps in to action.

the rest of the car ride, he tells you how beautiful you are.

the nails that you had done for the night? fucking gorgeous!! like, the color? it's his favorite! the shape? looks so cool!! if you got a little design on them? holy shit, that's amazing!!

your dress? oh, it hugs you so beautifully! made him wanna take you as soon as he saw you, he whispers, enjoying the way you hide your face.

and your make up?? he's a strong advocate of you looking beautiful naturally, but seeing you all dolled up to come and support him? oh, it just does something for him.

and if everyone else can't recognize you and your beauty? their fucking loss. he'll more than make up for it.

when you finally start walking the carpet, though, your anxiety spikes again.

but chris wraps his arm around you, whispering that you've never looked more beautiful.

and he does it the entire time you walk down the carpet. every time you stop, it's a new compliment.

by the time you've gotten to the end, you've forgotten how anxious you'd been cause you're on cloud nine, already planning on how you're gonna reward him for this.

and let's just say, when you get home, you spend the entire night absolutely worshipping each other.

[starryevermore]

andy making up days so he can show off his girl

national girlfriend day

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, slight smutty vibes, slight breeding kink, mention of oral (m receiving)

andy fucking loves taking your picture. like, his camera roll is entirely dedicated to you and your pretty face.

and he doesn't just keep it to himself.

no, andy barber is the type of man to make his love for you everyone's goddamn business.

literally, i bet my ass that andy would post you EVERYWHERE.

he has a calendar that has all of the "national holidays" and "international holidays" marked down. specifically the ones that are dedicated to girlfriends.

but even that's not enough.

no, he needs to post you every fucking day cause that's how much he loves you.

he would deadass make up holidays to just find a reason to post you.

“it’s sexy girlfriend sunday, babe. yes, it’s a real day. now gimme a pretty smile so i can show all my friends how pretty you are.”

“it’s milf monday. what? yeah, you’re a milf. is our puppy not a good enough child for you? do you want me to fuck a baby into you to make you a mom?”

“happy thot thursday! hey! i mean that with the most love! what do you mean, where did I learn that word? you say it all the time and i listen!!”

“yo, it’s whore for daddy’s cock wednesday! ooh, you like that one don’t you? why don’t you get down on your knees and show me how much you like it? smile for the camera. don’t worry, this one's just for me.”

no, but for real, if anyone tried to google "andy barber" to try and figure out who he is and what he's about, all they will find are pictures of you.

his facebook—cause yes, he still uses facebook—would have albums upon albums of your pretty face.

his profile pic and cover photo would both feature you.

his instagram is solely pictures of you.

his twitter only talks about you.

and, if he had a tiktok, he would take so many cute domestic videos of you to post.

cause this man worships you.

he loves you, and sees you as the most wonderful, most perfect thing in his life, and he just needs to show everyone how lucky he is to have you.

[starryevermore]

okay beefy mob!bucky just having you bent over his desk in the middle of a meeting because one of his “clients” looked at you wrong

bucky's girl

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, mob activity, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, daddy kink, pet name (peach)

okay but he would so fucking do this.

you were often included in his meetings. they were long and boring, and all he wanted was to spend time with you.

but he also had to go to the damn meetings, so he compromised by having you perched on his lap while he listened to his men drone on and on about whatever was happening.

this meeting was different, though.

they were looking for a new weapons supplier, and they were meeting with one potential client.

but this client...well, bucky new things weren't going to work out.

knew the second the client walked in, opening gawking at your pretty titties that were peaking out from the shirt bucky bought you.

strike one.

then he kept his eyes glued on you the entire time, missing nearly everything bucky was saying.

strike two.

and then he had the fucking audacity to ask if he could have a night with you, like you were some hooker.

and bucky doesn't stand for that sort of disrespect.

strike three.

he had you bent over the table, holding your hair in his fist, forcing you to look the client in the eye as he slipped inside you in one easy movement.

"don't take your eyes off him, peach."

"tell him who makes you feel so good."

"you do!" you cried. "my daddy's the only one who can!"

"damn fuckin' right," he grunted, his cock hitting your cervix again and again and again.

"i'm the only one allowed in this fuckin' pussy. it's MINE," he growled.

"all yours!" you agreed. "never let anyone touch me. you, ughhh, the only one who can make me come."

"yeah? prove it, peach, come for you daddy."

and as you orgasmed in front of the client, who was caught between fear and arousal, everyone knew that you belonged to one person and one person only.

and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[starryevermore]

yeah hi this man👇🏼

is a thigh man and you can’t tell me otherwise😌

andy + thighs

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, discussion of oral (f receiving), discussion of thigh riding, discussion of hickeys/biting

no cause andy would WORSHIP your thighs

like he loves them

the way they wrap around his head while you ride his face? fucking delightful

how you wrap your legs around him while you straddle him and he can just grip them so hard they bruise?? literal heaven

just lying his head on your lap after a long day? it's his favorite place to sleep

no and like, he def has a thing for marking them

you can't wear any shorts, dresses, or skirts that don't cover your thighs because they are COVERED in bite marks and hickeys

and it goes the other way too

cause you can't tell me that he isn't super into you riding his thigh, just making an absolute mess over his slacks

he loves when you come into his office when he's working late and just grind your wet pussy against his muscular thigh

and you can bet your ass he's flexing his thigh muscles, getting off on the way you whimper and whine

yeah...

andy is def a thigh man

[starryevermore]

yes daddy ✧ lee bodecker

masterlist

pairing: lee bodecker x reader

request: i have a fic request for lee :) so you are a constant troublemaker and lee is always the one to arrest/talk to and he has taken a liking in you and gives you a chance to get your act together:) - @rebelemilu

summary: lee makes sure you learn your lesson.

word count: 1,091

warnings?: spanking, reader is a bit of a brat, lee is controlling and has to get his way, daddy kink

It wasn’t that you liked causing trouble. Well, okay, you kind of did. You liked your fair amount of mischief. Life in Knockemstiff was just too boring to follow the rules. You didn’t like having to be a perfect little lady who had to search for a perfect husband, all big and strong. You liked having fun, but your choices were already so slim if you chose to follow the rules. So if that meant going out drinking with your friends every once in a while or sneaking candy in your pockets when you browsed the grocery store while you picked stuff up for you mama, well, then that’s what it took. But the real reason, though, that you liked getting into trouble was the very person who would be forced to reprimand you every single time you made a trip down to the sheriff’s station.

Sheriff Lee Bodecker, while new in his position was incredibly...dedicated in following the letter of the law. Every time you ended up at the station, he always took you back to his office and explained to you(r breasts) that you needed to get your act together if you were to find a good husband. And every time, you’d reach over and pluck a sucker from his candy dish, sucking on the sweet candy as you pretended to listen, reveling in how he’d begin to stumble over his words and how his Adam’s apple would begin to bob up and down. Then he’d give you some thinly veiled threat (promise?) of teaching you a lesson if you didn’t stop getting into trouble before sending you back to your home.

The issue, though, was that he never acted on anything. No matter what you did, it was like he couldn’t be bothered to take the next step. And that just got on your last nerve, because you both knew what you each wanted. So why wouldn’t he just man up and take what you were trying to give him? In your mind, the solution was clear. You’d have to up the ante, force his hand. If he wouldn’t take what was his, then you’d make it clear that he had no other choice. 

You didn’t get far into your plan, though. You’d hope to steal some liquor from the grocery store, level up from your little candy escapades, but it seemed like Lee knew you better than you thought he did. He was already waiting in the liquor aisle when you showed up, his eyes dark as he took you by the arm and dragged you out of the store. Your protests fell on deaf ears as he forced you into his cruiser, before he climbed into his side, telling you that you’d better keep that pretty little mouth shut before he shuts it for you. 

Well, at least it seemed that your plan still had some chance of working. 

He parked the cruiser in front of your house before grabbing you by the arm again and tugging you inside. And, God, there was just something about the way he was man-handling you that had you positively dripping. Oh, you hoped this was gonna work. It just had to work. You didn’t know what you’d do if it didn’t.

“Where’s your mama, gumdrop?” he asked, looking around at the pictures of you on the wall. “Wanna let her know that she needs to keep a better watch on you unless she wants somethin’ bad to happen to you before you can get a ring on that pretty little finger of yours.”

“She’s workin’ late,” you said. “Won’t be in til late. Guess you’re gonna have to deal with me yourself.”

“I’ve already given you a thousand chances to get your act together. We both know that what I’m sayin’ ain’t got an effect on you.”

“Maybe it’s not what you say, but what you do while you say it,” you said, praying with every fiber in your being that he would do what you were so desperate for. 

“Oh? Is that so? Then let me try again,” Lee whispered as he towered over you. “C’mon, gumdrop. I’ll give you one more chance to get your act together.”

“Or what?” you taunted. 

He leaned over you, his lips brushing against your ear. “Or else I’m gonna have to take you over my knee right here and now and remind just who you’re talkin’ to.”

“Yeah? And maybe that’s what I want,” you challenged. “Ever think of that? I doubt it. All you ever think about is following the stupid fucking law and—”

“Watch your language, gumdrop,” he growled. “You’re ‘bout to enter dangerous territory, and I don’t think you understand who the fuck you’re messin’ with.”

“Oh, I understand perfectly who I’m messing with, just like I know you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it.”

“Oh, that’s it. You’re in for it now.” He grabbed your arm, tugging you over to your couch. He sat down, pulling you down with him and forcing you over his knee. He pushed the skirt of your dress up, leaving you exposed to him. “You bet fuckin’ count, gumdrop.”

But you still weren’t ready to comply, so you asked, “Yeah? Or what?”

His hand came sound hard, making you howl in pain. “I said fuckin’ count. And now you better start thankin’ your daddy for bein’ so gracious to put you back in your place.”

“One,” you whimpered. He pinched your thigh and you quickly added, “Thank you, daddy.”

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked, smacking your ass again. You quickly muttered out two and a thank you. “Think you deserve ten for your behavior, don’t you, gumdrop?”

“Yes, daddy,” you said, trying to stop the tears from leaving your eyes. “Whatever you want, daddy.”

“Mm, I like the sound of that,” he said, continuing his assault on your ass. When it was over, he pulled your skirt back down and pulled you up so you were sitting up on his knee. You whimpered, your ass still sore and raw. “Now, you better remember this lesson, gumdrop. I’d hate to have to use more...drastic lessons to get my point across. You understand?”

“Yes, daddy,” you said, but you were already planning the next way to get yourself in trouble for, as painful as this punishment had been, you were aching for the sheriff to take things further. And, really, you knew that would make him happy, and weren’t you supposed to make your daddy happy?

[starryevermore]

predestined ✧ colby brock

pairing: sugar daddy!colby brock x sugar baby!fem!reader

inspiration: this conversation with @rebelemilu​

summary: it was supposed to be a quick way to get money, so why did he turned out to be the one? 

word count: 1,062

warnings?: sugar daddies (is this a warning? idk, we’ll go for it), that being said: this is not an accurate depiction of sugar daddies lmao, reader doesn’t exactly want a soulmate

You’d never really put much stock into the whole “soulmate” thing. Sure, people met their “one true love” all of the time. It happened with your parents, and their parents, and their parents. It happened with your best friend, and with your cousin twice removed. It happened all of the time. But...You didn’t know. It just didn’t seem like something that would happen for you. And why should it? Why should you have to be tied down to one person for the rest of your life? Why couldn’t you just be free to be your own person? Why did you have to be half of a whole? 

Every person was born with half of a mark, and your soulmate was supposed to have the other half. You’d spent most of your life ignoring yours, a small little less than looking sign. You supposed it was half of an “x”, and your friends always made some sort of joke about “x marking the spot” or some shit. But you tried to not think about it. You didn’t ask for a soulmate, and you were sure that your soulmate didn’t ask for one either. If you could avoid them all your life, you would. 

The world was a pretty big place, after all. What, really, were the chances that you’d meet them? 

Apparently, pretty big.

You moved out of your hometown to go to college in Los Angeles. You were sure that you’d (a) be able to get a good education there, but also (b) that your chances of meeting your soulmate would plummet significantly by being in a city of nearly four million people. 

You continued on with your life as if you didn’t have someone you were supposed to be searching for. You went to school, got the grades. You went to work, got the bread. You went to bed, got the sleep. Why did you need to put in extra effort for something, someone, you didn’t want? How were you even supposed to know that you’d like the person you were destined to be with?

Was there any guarantee that you’d like them? Sure, they’re supposed to be your “other half” or some shit, but really, what were the odds that you’d even get along? How did you know that you weren’t going to get swept up in some toxic bullshit? Wasn’t having a soulmate in and of itself toxic? How could being forced to be with someone who “completes you” be anything other than toxic? It was safer to just avoid the whole mess. 

But, if there was one thing couldn’t avoid, it was the fact you needed money. And fast. You were a careful spender, admittedly, but between housing, tuition, books, and basic necessities in one of the most expensive cities in the United States, it was hard to get by. You’d briefly considered taking up stripping, but decided against it once you considered your lack of coordination. Then, you remembered how one of your classmates remarked about how she’d gotten a sugar daddy. Something about it being easy, just spending time with a lonely man who funds whatever lifestyle you so chose. And honestly? You were tempted. Even if the relationship turned sexual, you weren’t entirely opposed. The only thing you really needed was money. 

You got her to hook you up with a couple of contacts to begin with, and you began your quest for the perfect sugar daddy.

The first few people that you’d met weren’t a good match. Too clingy, too handsy. You found yourself wanting to run away, but instead turned to politely declining their offers. Then, the final person on your list of people to meet arrived and you were...mesmerized. 

He was an Adonis, if you were being honest. Soft, dark hair. Shimmering blue eyes. Tattoos adorning his arms. A killer fashion sense. Yeah, this one could work. This one could definitely work.

“I’m Colby,” he said, reaching his hand out to you as he took a seat at the table. 

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hands and making note of the gorgeous rings he had on.  

“So,” he began, “what’s a pretty girl like you doing looking to become a sugar baby?”

“I could ask you a similar thing,” you teased. “What’s a handsome guy like you looking for a sugar baby?” 

“Dating’s rough,” he admitted. “Always gotta be on the look out for who’s using you. Sometimes, I want something simple. I want someone who I know will be there for me, and someone I know who’s true intentions are.”

You considered his response. “That’s fair.”

“Now’s your turn, baby,” he said.

“I just need the money,” you said. “I’m already working two jobs, and I’m going to school, and it’s just hard to make ends meet most of the time. I can’t exactly take up another job, or my grade’s’ll slip. One of my friends told me about this, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to try.” 

You weren’t sure why you were being so honest with him, but there was just something that made you feel comfortable around him. Was it because he was objectively a living god? Was it because he was closer to your own age? You didn’t know for sure, but you did know that you didn’t mind being in his company. 

“Honesty. I like that,” he said, smiling a wide toothy grin. He reached across the table to grab your hand, and you let him. He intertwined his fingers with your own, but then he was...staring at your wrist. Shit, why was he staring at your wrist like that? 

“Is there something wrong?” you asked.

He didn’t answer, instead pushing up one of his sleeves and revealing a small greater than sign on his wrist. 

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

“You're...” you started, but wasn’t quite sure where to go.

You should’ve been running the other way. You always swore that would be what you’d do if you met your soulmate. So why were you planted so firmly in your seat? Why couldn't you do fucking anything? 

“How ‘bout we cut this whole thing short,” he said, finally, “and I take you out on a real date?” 

“You know, I think...I think I might like that.” And oddly? You were pretty sure you meant that. 

Hm. Maybe having a soulmate wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[starryevermore]

you know what i need more in my life? sugar daddy!andy😫 just him helping you through finals saying that if you get your work done he has a special treat for you and that motivates the hell out of you to finish it😫

daddy's special treat

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, school related anxiety, discussion of finals, daddy kink, implied smut

andy would take such good care of you during finals week.

he remembers how stressful things had been when he was in undergrad and law school.

so he totally gets why you're so shut off, a little snippy, and neglecting to take proper care of yourself.

but that doesn't mean he likes it.

his angel needs to take care of herself.

and if you aren't willing or able to do it, he 100% isn't afraid to step in.

so, while you pour over your notes, agonizing over every little detail, andy's preparing a plan of attack.

he starts by fixing your favorite dinner cause that man is a whiz in the kitchen.

coaxes you out of the cave you'd made for yourself, sitting you on his lap and making sure you eat until you're full—and not just when you say you're full cause you're anxious and need to get back to studying. no, when you're actually full and can't take another bite.

then he goes back into your cave with you, holding you while you recite information like it's the back of your hand, peppering praises in your ear and kisses along your skin when you cheer to yourself when you remember something particularly difficult.

as you near the end of your notes, he leans in and whispers in a gravelly voice, "i'm so fuckin' proud of you, angel. just wanna give ya a big treat for all you're hard work. will you let me? will you let daddy give you a special treat?"

and, god, you're so stressed and now you're aching, and you know you can't say no cause holy shit, you deserve this.

and so you let him fuck the stress right outta you, cause he's just fucking perfect and knows all the right buttons to push.

and, well, with that kind of motivation, you certainly get passing grades during finals.