#winter can suck my dick and choke on it

[woundedoves]

General Relationship & Sex Headcanons pt.1 with Neuvillette, Diluc, Wanderer (including Kunikuzushi) x Bottom GN!Reader

a/n: awawa kuni my love

CW: i really cant think of any, reader is a switch for one paragraph on Neuvillette’s part, not proofread!

Neuvillette:

ᥫ᭡ Really sweet, not romantic in the traditional sense, but he’s trying his best. He always makes sure to bring flowers and desserts when he comes back to your shared home. He kisses you on the forehead when he comes back from a long day of just reading papers and signing contracts, dealing with the court and overall the people of Fontaine.

ᥫ᭡ Likes cuddling with you, it’s actually pretty good because his body is always cold, so when it’s winter you’re the heat source. And when it’s summer, he’s like a pack of ice that soothes you when he cradles you in his arms. He loves being the big spoon, just having you in his arms and your head on his chest as he listens to your steady breathing. When you’re the big spoon, you just wrap your whole body around this 7’5 man, trapping him with your legs and arms as he smiles softly and sinks into your embrace.

ᥫ᭡ The cutest dates, the melusines bake the sweetest desserts and cook the tastiest menus for you two, it’s always in such gorgeous places with breathtaking views. He always goes all out in your dates because it’s such a rare occasion due to his responsibilities.

ᥫ᭡ Unsurprisingly, very gentle when having sex. Consent checks, soothing massages on your thighs and ass as he thrusts his cock in and out of your hole, twitching inside you when you moan his name.

ᥫ᭡ His favorite sex position is missionary, adores your facial expressions as you feel him drive his cock even deeper; slamming his hips against your ass as his ears twitch slightly with each gasp you let out, his hips stuttering when you tighten around his dick.

ᥫ᭡ A real whiny bottom, you love having him in the doggy position. The tip of your cock/strap hitting his prostate as he moans your name, his claws digging into the mattress as he feels his dick throb with an incoming orgasm.

ᥫ᭡ He prefers to sit as you suck him off, looking up at him with your mesmerizing eyes as he feels the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. Whines as he takes your head in his hands, pushes you down onto his pelvis as he ejaculates down your throat, the choking sounds making his thighs shake as he breathlessly whimpers apologies.

ᥫ᭡ Cuddle fuck sessions almost every week, loves just having his arms around you as he fucks you with a slow and sensual pace. All while making out as he feels his body against yours, so warm and comforting as he sinks into your warmth.

ᥫ᭡ Has the best aftercare, cleans you up with warm towels or showers with you, gives you water and food if you’re feeling peckish, peppering your face with gentle slow kisses as you slowly fall asleep in his arms.

Diluc

ᥫ᭡ Tries his best to be the best partner he can be, always checking in on you, making sure you take your meds, eat three meals a day and don’t overexert yourself. Not the best with romantic gestures or intimate touches but has improved at receiving and giving ever since the start of your relationship.

ᥫ᭡ Loves to pick fruit with you, makes it a date. He sets up a picnic as the sun is going down, eating and drinking non-alcoholic beverages as he blushes when he awkwardly attempts to compliment you: “You, uh, you look wonderful, that color suits you.” You smile softly, bringing him closer to you by his collar as you capture his lips in a kiss, making his stiff body melt with relaxation as he does his best to kiss you back.

ᥫ᭡ Remembers your likes and dislikes to a t, gets you the best gift for your birthday, anniversary or just when he feels like getting one. Doesn’t always go for the most expensive thing he can find, he likes to buy you useful things like quality soap, soft towels, the silkiest bed covers and statues of your favorite animals.

ᥫ᭡ Takes excellent care of you when you’re sick, makes the best chamomile tea that will ever grace your taste buds, waits on the door of your room asking if you need anything every 10 minutes. Really comforting, actually, “don’t worry, you’ll get better soon. Lay down and relax, I’ve got everything covered for you.”

ᥫ᭡ Inexperienced and shy about sex, most of the time you’re the one that leads in the bedroom, a service top basically. Thinks him moaning is really embarrassing, but when you tell him to not muffle his pretty sounds he obeys, whispering your name over and over again as he fucks into you, deep and slow.

ᥫ᭡ Nervous as he fingers your hole to get you prepared, his head snapping upwards to look at you when you whine, afraid that he hurt you in some way. After a few months he relaxes into it, though his fingers are so long and strong. Feels damn good when he fucks your hole with just his fingers, having you ruined under him with just his fingers as he feels his dick throb with want.

ᥫ᭡ Loves to work his tongue on your sex the most. If you have a dick; he loves sucking you off as he has your thighs on his shoulders, feeling your legs quiver under his palms as his tongue laps up the pre-cum off of your pretty cock. Also, just loves reaching around and jerking you off as h’s fucking you doggy style, placing a gentle kiss just above your ear as he takes your throbbing cock in his hand, stroking it with the same pace as his thrusts.

ᥫ᭡ If you have a cunt; loves eating you out while you sit, the way your hands grip his hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, looking up at you with his flushed cheeks and puppy eyes as he rolls his tongue against your cunt, his tongue thrusting inside you as he fully dives in, his head flush against your hips as your body spasms with orgasm against him, his tongue digging deeper the more your body moves.

ᥫ᭡ Another man that has amazing aftercare, cleans you up gently, tells you that you did so well, kisses your forehead as he tucks you in, his arms slowly wrapping around you as you relax into his embrace.

Wanderer

ᥫ᭡ A relationship with him won’t be an easy one, even though he has learned to better express himself he’s still quite harsh without meaning to be at times. Though when you do tell him what he said or did hurt, he won’t apologize with words, but you will find your favorite dessert or pastry on the kitchen counter that night with a handwritten note that says: ‘Enjoy.’

ᥫ᭡ He isn’t a physically affectionate person at all but will let you cuddle him and hug him when you want to, gives you featherlight kisses if he’s passing by you in the bazaar as he takes a break from his work at the Akademiya. His hand is always placed on your lower back when you’re out and about together, throwing a short but nasty glare at people that stare way too long for it to be socially acceptable. Really possessive of you, you actually try to understand him and know what he feels without him even putting it into words, he won’t say it, but he dreads the thought of you leaving him.

ᥫ᭡ Short dates, gives you the most blood pumping romantic moments, though. No matter what your weight is, he’ll have no problem carrying you in his arms as he flies around the Sumeru forests, gently laying you down on a bed of sumeru roses as he captures your lips in a deep kiss, his hands finding yours as you reciprocate. Pulling away after a few moments, fiddling with his hat in embarrassment and telling you to get up, it’s late already. Though he’s unable to blush, you know he’s flustered by the tone of his voice as his fingers fiddling with his hat or vision.

ᥫ᭡ Doesn’t have a high libido, but doesn’t reject your advances. Lets himself ease into your touches as you pepper his neck with gentle kisses, his hands going to your hips as he keeps you in place on his lap.

ᥫ᭡ Makes you do the work, you wanted his dick that bad? Well, ride him and make him cum first, then he’ll consider fucking that brain of your stupid.

ᥫ᭡ Loves the way you whine as you bounce on his cock, his hands squeezing your ass as his dick twitches inside you. Can’t wait for you to make him cum in the end, as he takes your hips in a harsh grip and thrusts upwards, driving his cock in and out of your hole as he takes in the sight of you turning into a dumb whore on his cock.

ᥫ᭡ Gets you a pretty collar that compliments your skin tone so well, loves to pull on the leash as you ride his cock, making you whine as he feels you tighten around him, “look at you, enjoy being my lapdog that much?”

ᥫ᭡ Surprisingly very good aftercare, has the towels and water ready, huffs if you whine about not wanting to get up, forces you to the shower by scooping you up into his arms and washing you. Rarely cuddles after the fact, but lets you hug him, giving your forehead a kiss after he’s sure you’re asleep.

Kunikuzushi

ᥫ᭡ Very inexperienced yet so sweet and earnest, hugs you every time he sees you, picks fruits and herbs with you, brings you flowers he thought looked pretty and have the same color as your hair, eyes or your favorite accessory.

ᥫ᭡ Loves watching you cook food, sew or make swords, just being in your presence makes him really happy. Always asks questions, he’s eager to learn what you like to do so he can spend more time with you!

ᥫ᭡ Gives you cheek kisses and squeaks when you give him a kiss back, looks at you like you’re his world when you have your first kiss. If he had a heart, he’s sure it would be pounding so loudly, his fingers gripping the fabric of your clothes as his eyes are tightly shut. Really flustered after the fact, holds your hand and plants a gentle kiss on the back of it, his own hand reaching over to your chest to feel your rapid heartbeat.

ᥫ᭡ Loves to be the small spoon, just because he can fall asleep to the sound and feeling of your heartbeat as his head is snug on your chest.

ᥫ᭡ Now, he's very clumsy at sex, gets flustered easily, but he’s doing his best. His thrusts are weak because he’s worried he’d hurt you, gets better at it with your instructions but, still very gentle with you.

ᥫ᭡ He’s making love to you rather than just sex, he kisses your neck just above your pulse lovingly as he thrusts slow but deep inside. Goes along with everything you want, as long as you feel good it doesn’t matter to him.

ᥫ᭡ Also an amazing aftercare person, has towels and water ready for you, snuggling into your embrace as you lay down on your shared bed together.

[b1mbodoll]

getting bred so deep it comes out the other side has my head SPINNING. that one nicho piece changed my life forever. drooling cum from the inside out… straight outta some hentai shit and i soo wish it was real…

do you have thoughts about who (out of everyone u write for) would also find that unbelievably hot? please share!

pairings: na jaemin, kim jungsu, kim taerae, winter, and yang jungwon x f! reader

warnings: inflation + creampies + breath play + oral + womb fucking + pet names (baby, puppy, princess) + daddy kink + mommy kink + g!p + size kink + fingering + dacryphilia + virginity ment + noncon

💌: ur sooo real for this baby 🫂 idk why the idea is so attractive but i love it sm like agh!!!!! i promise im a normal girl but these thoughts plague my brain daily so i hope u enjoy! p.s. nicho is also a fan of this but i alr wrote for him so i didnt wna do it again :T

˚ʚ na jaemin ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ jaemin’s infatuation with breeding you is almost concerning. there’s nothing he wants more than to knock you up and he could spend hours with his thick cock buried deep inside your tight hole, the tip slipping past your cervix with every thrust and fucking his cum directly into your womb.

he pumps you full over and over, til even the littlest bit of pressure on your tummy makes you shriek as your cunt gushes an unreal amount of cum. you’re so fucking full and it makes your eyes roll into the back of your skull, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“nana, daddy, ‘m so f-full! i can feel you so deep inside ‘m gonna cum!” you exclaim, gagging as jaemin’s cock pushes his cream so far inside it works its way out of your mouth.

“fuck,” he groans, thrusting deep one last time as he cums again. “oh god,” his cum leaks from your mouth as he speaks and it makes your walls spasm around his length, more of his seed drip from your cunt. “you look so pretty like this baby, wish you could see yourself.” another deep groan. “my dumb drooly puppy, such a good cocksleeve for daddy, look at you droolin’ cum.”

your whine comes out gargled because of his load escaping your mouth, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as you choke and struggle.

˚ʚ kim jungsu ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ jungsu has such a thick cock, like im a proud supporter of the coke can dick jungsu agenda. no matter how many times he bullies his cock inside your tight walls it’s always a struggle. he’ll press his lips to yours when he begins to push inside, licking into your mouth with his tongue to muffle your cries of discomfort.

he takes his sweet time prepping you before he even thinks about fucking you, but even after tonguefucking your hole and spreading you open on his fingers you’re still impossibly tight, his dick is simply too big for you to take without sobbing like a dumb crybaby.

jungsu’s already made you cum on his fingers three times and despite how wet and messy your cunt is, it makes you wail when he starts to thrust into you, the thickness of his cock causing your walls to spasm. “how’re you still so tight, princess?” he questions, gritting his teeth and struggling to pull out, your greedy pussy sucking him in. “can’t even pull out, ‘s like ‘m fuckin a virgin.”

his words and the way his dick batters your cunt make you squeal and grab stupidly at his shoulders, tears streaming down your cheeks as you cream around him and make a mess of his cock.

˚ʚ kim taerae ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ thick dick taerae believers i see you, i love you and i’m one of you. his cum is creamy and sticky and he cums in thick loads, cockhead nestled deep in your tummy as he grinds his cock into you rather than thrusting inside. every load completely floods your insides, and it shouldn’t even be a surprise that he’s stuffed you to the brim causing his sticky seed to creep up your throat, making you sputter around it and whine from the feeling.

“don’t fuckin’ let it out, puppy, swear you’re gonna be in so much trouble if it leaks even a little bit.” taerae warns, voice taking an assertive tone as he drapes himself over your, chest flush against your back. you can’t stop yourself from keening, high pitched cries ripped from your chest as more cum fills your mouth.

he uses a hand to cover your mouth, sobs muffled while you struggle to swallow back his load. a pitiful long whine has his semen dribbling from your mouth and making a mess on his palm, panicked breaths causing some to even leak from your nose from how full you are.

“fucking swallow it or ‘m not letting you cum for a week.” spits taerae, tightening his bruising grip around your pretty little face. all you can do is shudder and try to swallow, gulps audible and making your cheeks heat up in shame when he laughs wickedly at your pathetic fucked out state.

˚ʚ kim minjeong ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ pretty girls have the biggest cocks n heaviest balls 🥺 jeongie love love loves splitting your tight lil mouth open with her fat dick <3 she’s hung like a horse and when you suck her off she has to pry your cheeks open while you choke on a mouthful of cum, tears gathering at your lashline while globs of cum and drool bubble out of your mouth, wet and sloppy sounds of you gagging round her length filling the room.

you know your girlfriend is a gross perv and it makes you so wet when you go down on her, hollowing your cheeks and suckling the tip of her cock before the pleasure causes minjeong to push your head down all the way making you unable to pull away and do anything else but feel how deep her cock is as she violates your tight little throat.

her eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, bucking her hips upwards and groaning when her tip hits the back of your throat. “that’s it, princess, keep suckin’ mommy’s cock.” her words make you moan, the vibrations round her dick making minjeong clench her jaw as ropes of cum spurt from the slit of her cock, thick load completely filling your mouth, your hands grabbing at her hips before scrambing to push her away.

she doesn’t stop though. instead she works her hand through your hair and grabs a fistful, your face meeting her pelvis as she continues cumming, some of her seed even spilling out of your nose. minjeong’s cock twitches at the sight and your depraved mommy releases her grip on your hair, choosing to pinch your nose with her fingers while you’re still impaled on her dick.

her orgasm passes and you can’t breathe, struggling to catch your breath, your throat tightens up around her even more, causing more semen to dribble from her leaky dick.

˚ʚ yang jungwon ɞ˚

❤︎₊ ⊹ jungwon’s cock is definitely on the thicker side, and when he cums he fills you up completely, white ropes of semen clinging to your walls and painting them white, even flooding your womb with just one load. i don’t know why but i have a feeling that jungwon is a fucking sadistic bastard, he gets off on your humiliation and tears, hiding his face in your neck and grinning like a maniac when you sob from the pain and shame.

you expect jungwon to try new things when he fucks you, it’s not a secret that he lives for the thrill of finding different disgusting kinks to try out but his favorite is fucking you full of piss when he’s finished dumping load after load inside of you,

he waits until you’re completely ditzy, a dopey smile on your face as he shallowly thrusts in and out of you before suddenly forcing himself deep, keeping a tight grip on your jaw to watch the fucked out look on your face turn into one of alarm while you thrash around beneath him, “jungwon! stop please,” you whine, voice cracking while you fight back tears, “it’s embarrassing! i hate it.”

despite your fussing he continues to use you like a urinal, and it makes you feel impossibly full, gagging and retching as his piss floods your insides and causes his cum to dribble out of your open mouth.

jungwon is sick and depraved, it’s no surprise your pathetic state makes his hips jerk, groaning deeply as your messy cunt squeezes him tighter.

[wandanatrules]

Can you do beefy!Nat where she comes home to see the reader in a little maid or school girl costumes and fucks the shit out of her with a strap. And makes reader gag on the strap. And maybe a size kink?

My Little Maid

word count: 730

pairing; beefy, ceo, g!p nat x subby, maid, fem reader

I’m trying to work on these requests, please keep sending them in. Thank you sm for supporting my work! I know this one is pretty short, but I’m trying to write as much as possible while I am still on winter break. Also thank you to all of those who message me and want to become mutuals I love talking to you all. I am also following back everyone that follows me. Sorry for rambling I hope you enjoy!

warnings: smut, oral (N receiving), foul language, cnc, choking kink, slut shaming, fingering, penetration

After a hard day at work, your boss Natasha walked through the door loosening her tie and kicking off her shoes. You waited for her at the door with a glass of whiskey ready to take her coat. You turned around to go tidy up when she grabbed you by the wrist. Accidentally knocking the drink out of her own hand and spilled it down your breasts, soaking your blouse and staining the carpet. 

“It seems as though i’ve made a mess, won’t you be a dear and clean it up for me my little maid?” Natasha rasped in your ear, standing behind you grasping your tits.

“Uggh oh yes ma’am of course” You say hurriedly as you grab your rag and drop to your knees to clean up the spilled liquid.

Natasha watches in awe as you lean over harshly scrubbing the floor as your tits spill out of the top to your maid costume. Your panty-less ass was sticking out of the too short skirt that came with the outfit, as you leaned further onto the floor. Natasha’s dick began to stir in her pants as she reached down to grip your hips, muscles  tensing. She just sat back and watched your ass move as you continued your attack on the stain.

“Don’t worry Ms. Romanoff i’m gonna get the stain out” you said determined, unaware that the woman behind you had dropped her pants and was stroking her cock to the sight of you. She was painfully hard and the only thing that would help her was your tight, wet, depths, so she quickly ripped down your skirt and thrusted herself into you, shocking you.

“Oh my god, Ms. Romanoff please.” you moaned as she picked up the pace with her brutal attack on your cunt. 

“You are such a slut, letting anybody fuck your tight little pussy.” She rasped in your ear as she tied her belt around your neck to pull you back. “I should start making messes more often.”

“Ma’am I don’t know if we should be doing this, it's unprofessional.” You stammered out while trying to regain your composure. Your comment made her more feral as she pulled you up with the belt tightening it around your neck.

“You know you want this you fucking slut, walking around here with these tight shirts that spill your boobs out and short short skirts that leave your ass out every time you go to bend over. You knew since the moment you applied for this job that you wanted me to fuck you. Don’t ever disrespect me again. Shut up and take whatever I fucking give you.” Your boss said as she pushed you onto your stomach jerking the cum out of her dick before it spurted all over your chest and face.

“Hurry up and clean up this mess.” She said lifting you back onto your knees, so you can suck the sperm off of her cock. “ I should’ve cum inside you, you would be so sexy all round and plump with my baby walking around here cleaning up my messes. Wouldn’t you, my little maid? Such a shame it went to waste.” 

You expertly swallowed her cock as she held down your head and roughly fucked your mouth. She was on her knees, her tall frame with hard chiseled abs, towered over you as you looked up at her and continued to suck her off. The throbbing between your legs was getting unbearable so you started to hump the rag you used to clean up her spill, moving your hips faster along with your mouth.

“Such a slut.”, she said as she removed her hands from your head and trailed them down to your wet and sticky cunt. Giving you her fingers to hump on. 

“Oh my god ma’am i’m gonna cum, please.” you said falling apart in seconds above her expert fingers.

“I’m right there with you sweet heart.” She said as she finally let loose for the second time. A hot rush of cum dispensed down your throat spilling out the sides of your mouth as you tried your best to swallow it all. 

“Oh natty, that was so good.” You said as she helped you up off the floor, “We should role play more often.”

“Of course baby, don’t forget I’ve got that school girl outfit coming in the mail.”

[buckgasms]

Pom, it has plagued my mind and now it must plague yours. Alpha!Winter Soldier using you as his own person cocksleeve...

Darling, this is such an old ask and I apologise for how long it has taken me, but I just wanted to do it right, so it took me somewhat longer that intended 😅. It has indeed plagued my mind! I hope I can make up for the wait with the very long filth that follows!

Because oh my god YES.

This will be dark with elements of dub-con & non-con so please proceed with caution or avoid if it's not your thing ❤️

Zayka means bunny in Russian because of course he has to have a pet name for us 😂

Imagine if during a mission he spots you? He's hiding somewhere looking for his target, and as he scopes out the area you walk into his line of sight?

And something primal lurches in the pit of his stomach that tells him, he has to have you, as soon as possible.

He points you out to his handler's and they make arrangements. They know sometimes the soldier needs release so they don't argue. As long as the job gets done right?

🌑

You awake in a room unfamiliar to you. Your head pounds as you try and remember what happened. You were just walking through the park when a shot rang out. Everyone fled in different directions and as you ran out of the park.... You were intercepted... Two men in black military gear were calmly walking towards you... Then a sharp pain... Then nothing...

You realise suddenly that your own clothes have been replaced with a hospital gown and nothing else. Your body starts shivering with adrenaline and cold wondering what the hell is going on.

As you try to move the door unlocks and swings open. A huge man with a silver arm and piercing blue eyes is standing there in front of you. He only has a pair of black trousers on but even as the door is being locked again he is stripping them off as you cower on the floor.

"Theres been a mistake" you croak. "I shouldn't be here, I'm not... Please, I don't understand."

He walks towards you and drops to a crouch, running a hand across your cheek and assessing you. "Yes. It's you. I wanted you..." He rises, offering a hand which you don't accept, trying to shuffle away from him as quickly as you can. He threads his flesh hand into your hair and pulls, not hard but enough to stop your movements.

"Be good, be good for me and I'll make sure they let you go. Be bad and I promise nothing. I need you.... It needs to be you."

He sounds almost desperate for you. Like his control is only surface deep. You look at him and see pain behind the strength he easily displays. You glance around. No one is coming to help. Maybe if you're good....?

"Ok..."

With that he lets go of your hair and scoops you up in his arms carrying you to the poor excuse for a bed and places you down with more gentleness than you were expecting. He immediately removes your gown and pushes your thighs upwards, giving him direct access to your heat.

"Perfect" he murmers before diving down and licking and sucking at your cunt. His tongue dips in and out of your heat, then he sucks at your clit before shaking his head and stimulating your whole pussy.

Despite your lack of willingness, it is extremely effective and before you can even catch up, he has you on the edge of orgasm in moments. But he's not giving you that yet.

He grips your ankles and spins you, so your head is now hanging off the bed, inches away from his crotch. "Take it out and suck it" he orders and when you don't move he lands two harsh swats to your thighs. As you cry out you are moved into action. His dick springs free and you grip it before guiding him into your mouth.

He groans and stutters a little before his metal fingers are probing into your folds. The cold, hard metal sends shocks through your body as he chokes you simultaneously. "Fuck, good girl." He growls as his hips slide steadily into your mouth. Drool and tears mix on your face as he fucks your cunt with his fingers. Your moans and wails are muffled but the sensation on his cock sends him feral.

"Knew it had to be you. Fuck, made for me zayka" he growls, his cock pressing further down your throat as he brings you to a earth shattering orgasm. He over stimulates you, until you are flailing your legs to escape his touch.

"Easy, easy now" he says, removing his fingers and pulling his cock from your mouth. You lay, twitching as your body recovers from your climax but he's nowhere near satisfied.

"Up zayka, hands and knees"

You shudder and move slowly into position but he isn't satisfied so moves you again, his little ragdoll to play with. He pushes and pulls you until you are laying on your back, watching as his cock taps on your folds.

"So wet for me hmm? Made for this aren't you?" He waits until you nod, then sinks in, hand around your throat as he sheathes himself all the way. You both emit a long moan at the feeling before he starts pumping his hips again, skin slapping against yours as he fills you up.

Your hands flail around, gripping his metal hand that's fixed around your throat, scraping at his chest. He swats it away. "Touch yourself little slut. Play with yourself or I'll bind your hands" He growls and you can only obey, tentatively rubbing circles with one hand while your other paws clumsily at your breasts.

"Good girl, my good girl"

His praises have such a confusing effect. As much as this is wrong, you want to please him. He's making you feel so good. It spurs you on, with the hope that it will keep you alive. You want it to end. But you never want it to end.

Your walls clench tightly around him and he groans, emptying himself into you as he keeps fucking you to your second, intense orgasm. When he pulls out he watches as his seed drips from you, mixed with your own release and he rubs it together, taking a taste and moaning.

Finally, you think it's done. You curl away and wait for him to leave, but instead strong hands turn you back over. "Not done" he states and drags you to lay on your front, not before you catch a glimpse of his already semi-hard cock.

"I can go for longer than most kayza" he explains as you feel his cock press against your sensitive folds, dragging up to your puckered hole. You whimper and he reaches around, squeezing your breasts and shushing you. "You're doing so well... Be good for me..."

You whine as he sinks back into your puffy folds and holds there. Relishing the feeling of your spasming walls. You barely notice as he spits on to your ass and rubs it around before sinking his finger in slowly.

"Have you been taken here?" He asks, and you nod slightly, "just once" you mutter and he tuts. "This belongs to me now. You and your pretty holes are mine." He lands a slap on your skin and you cry out as he slides out of your pussy and into your ass.

He dips in and out of both holes, using your wetness to ease his entrance into your tight hole. The pleasure mixed with the pain drives you senseless, bucking your hips as he sinks further and further in. Finally he is fully seated and both of you are panting, a fine sheen of sweat covering both of you.

You feel his hand sink into your hair and pull you upwards so your back is pressed to his chest. "Taking me so well... Knew you could..." He ruts upwards, fingers rubbing mercilessly at your clit as he fucks you. You are sure you black out at his fingers slip into your folds and curl towards your g-spot making your whole body tremble. He groans in your ear as you whine, desperate for release again. He sucks bruises into your neck and shoulders, occasionally sinking his teeth down to leave impressions in your skin, marking you as his.

"Please...please" you beg as you teeter closer to your limit of pleasure. "Come for me, come as much as you want... Going to fill up your holes kayza..."

His talented fingers and never ceasing cock drag you to another peak and he holds you tight in place as your jerk and squirm through it. He growls again as he comes in your ass, holding himself in place making sure you don't lose a drop.

You fall to the mattress again and can't help the exhaustion that takes over your body. He climbs over you and drags your body to his. "Sleep kayza, more later..."

🌑

You awake to the feeling of fingers in you, and find his cock being guided into your mouth. You squirm and cry but he shushes you and threatens a spank. "Suck and I'll make you feel good..."

You take his cock in your mouth and he wraps his thighs around your head, trapping you in place as his tongue and fingers delve into your pussy. The focus on breathing removes any other thought from your mind, focusing you onto one task and blocking out the fear that is now dissolving in your stomach. For his part he works your body like he's known it for years, kissing your folds, nibbling and biting your sensitive thighs and curling his finger gently inside you.

His cock tightens before he releases in your mouth, almost choking you in the process. It's clear he has no intention of releasing you until you are dragged to another climax, your walls now intensely sensitive as he curls his finger beyond what you can take, until finally he releases you from the headlock and your body falls backwards.

He hovers over you, hands pressed either side of your head. He presses sloppy kisses to your face, almost like he's forgotten how to. His lips drag over your skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in his wake. He pulls back to look at you. "Open your mouth" he says and you comply. "You swallowed it?" He growls and you nod, feeling suddenly embarrassed even though you shouldn't.

"Next time hold it, I want to see it..."

Your cheeks redden and you shiver again. Next time? You felt sure it was almost over. But the look on his face suggests not. He follows up by spitting in your mouth and squeezes your cheeks, making it drop over your lips and chin.

"It's like you were made for me kayza... So perfect.... So soft and sweet..."

🌑

He let you sleep for a while, and during that time he was summoned. They spoke in Russian and he took on the role of submissive. He nodded and was led out of the room with heavily armed guards.

Maybe while he was gone they would set you loose? You didn't know anything, you were innocent.

But you waited hours. At some point a meal was shoved through a flap in the door. You waited for a moment but your hunger took over and you scrambled to the door and ate whatever mush was on the plate.

You wrapped a blanket around you and sat cold and silent. You didn't know which was worse. Waiting for him or being with him. You tried to understand how you let yourself surrender to him so easily. You felt like you did nothing to stop it, but what could you do? No one was here to help you and at least he seemed to care about you... In his own way.

🌑

You heard thundering footsteps heading down the corridor outside your door. With a short pause it was suddenly open and he was back in the room. You sat there staring at him as he stood staring at you.

He shrugged off his clothes and walked towards you. "Show it to me." He said, gesturing to your lower half but you couldn't move. "Kayza, be good or I can be bad..." You exhaled and dropped your thighs open and he hissed as your swollen pussy leaked out his release. He dipped his hand down and rubbed making you whimper at the touch.

Once he was naked he laid back on the bed next to you. His hands drifted over your body where you sat until he was pulling you into place, sitting on his body. "I can't, it's too sensitive..." You pant as he lifts you up by the thighs and guides you to sit on his fat cock.

"No, no, you take it, you can..." You can't escape his grip as he drags you down with one hand and guides his cock into your heat. Your hands grip at his chest and you cry out as he stretches you. You gasp for air and he just holds you still, shushing you as you are overwhelmed.

"You're made for this. Look at you... Still taking me all the way..." He lets his soft hand drag over your body, squeezing here and there, pinching your nipples until they are swollen and sore from his actions. He rolls his hips experimentally and even he can't cope with the way your walls clamp down on him. "Fuck, that's right... It's just want you like huh?"

He stops again, letting you calm down before rolling again. He keeps this torturous pace, stopping and starting until tears track down your face and the only thing keeping you up is his hands around your throat.

"Did they touch you while I was gone zayka?" He whispers, hands squeezing slightly tighter, hips thrusting slow but deep. "N...no...no." He growls again as your eyes roll in your head. "Tell me why... Why did they leave you alone?"

"Because....ah..b...because I belong....to you."

He drags you forward and crashes his lips to yours in a primal kiss, you return it clumsily, moaning in his mouth. His hand reaches round and presses into your ass as he ruts. "That's right.....mine."

🌑

Time passes, probably days but they are a blur to you. He leaves and returns once more, the rest of the time he uses you, holds you and occasionally you sleep.

Until one day he goes, and he's gone for a long time. Your only sign of life is the weird meals that pass through the door every several hours.

Eventually someone opens the door. Not the soldier. A guard of some type. He throws a gown at you and leads you to a quiet room with a scary looking chair. Are they going to kill you now.

Despite the horror of the situation, you find yourself wishing for him. At least he was gentle, these guards did not look gentle.

Suddenly he is marched into the room and thrown into the chair. You watch horrified as he is strapped down, a glassy look in his eye. He looks at you briefly, a flare of possession and recognition shot towards you.

"We are going to wipe his memory, but we can't deny the effect you've had on him. Kept him much calmer than the others before you." A guard explains as doctors whizz around the room, pressing various buttons.

"If he remembers you, little kayza," he mocks, "then you can live. If not..." He cocks his gun near you and you shiver. An impossible fate lies ahead of you. Death or life, but what kind of life would it be?

You are forced to watch on as he screams during the process. Tears track down your face in fear, for both of you. Clearly he is as much a prisoner as you.

Finally the ordeal ends. They speak to him in hushed tones as various plates of metal are removed from his body. You are pushed forward into his eyeline.

Your heart is in your throat as he stares at you. Will he remember?

[sailing-through-hawkins]

okay i originally wrote this for the steddie microfic challenge but failed epically when i realized i was way over the word count 〒▽〒 still i really like this so i'm gonna tag @wynnyfryd and hope you enjoy it regardless! it's set around steve's senior year i'd say idk

So here's the thing.

Eddie knows he's not supposed to be at the pool after-hours for like, security or whatever but -

But sometimes you drop one of your lucky guitar picks while watching swim practice (respectfully of course) and only realize it halfway through your Hellfire session, which means after-hours sneaking in it is.

And he expected to have to double back and bring Frank along to pick the lock but the doors aren't even locked.

Is this a good idea, Eddie thinks, to wander unsuspectingly into an unlocked sports facility frequented by assholes who would probably half-drown someone if they thought it'd be funny?

No.

But Eddie's always been down for bad ideas.

He sneaks his way in, barely makes a sound, and is immediately shoved up against the wall by -

"Munson?"

Steve Harrington.

"What -" Eddie chokes, Harrington's arm making for a heavy pressure on his neck that is definitely cutting off his air supply. "Dude -"

Harrington blinks at him, any sliver of that predatory gaze melting away, before letting go and stepping back. "Oh, sorry. You okay?"

Bent over, hands on his knees, Eddie tries to catch his breath and stare up at Harrington as incredulously as he can at the same time.

"Sorry, stupid question, right." Harrington rubs the back of his neck with a wince and Eddie - realizes he's shirtless. And wet.

"Are you - are you seriously swimming right now?" He coughs out, straining to keep his eyes up above that jawline. "In the middle of winter?"

The guy just shrugs.

What the hell.

"Also," Eddie stands up straight, crossing his arms with a squint, doing his best to hide the shivers racking up his spine. Harrington's eyes catch on something behind him. "What the fuck was that, man? Your first instinct at getting caught under the bleachers is to fucking jump people?"

No response from the King, who apparently finds Eddie's hair more interesting than a damn conversation, considering how fucking unfocused his eyes are. Probably just wants to get back to whoever he's sucking face with, the dick.

"Whatever, man, just let me find my shit and I'll get out of -"

"Here," Harrington says, swiftly taking Eddie's hand, leaving him zero time to react, and pressing his guitar pick into his palm?! He pushes Eddie’s fingers to curl over the pick, patting the fist gently. "Try to stay out of here after school, Munson. Shit gets dangerous."

"Wha - how - what the fuck?" Eddie snatches his hand back. He stares.

The pool water reflects across Harrington's face, a blue glow that makes him look...otherworldly. Ethereal, even. Brown locks of hair turned damp, stuck to his skin, framing his face and curling around his eyes that look too dark for the evening light, barely distinct from the dilated pupils they hold. Water drips down his nose, fingers, chest, audibly splashing onto the wet pool floor, echoing out into the empty space.

"What..." Eddie hesitates, looking back up at those deep, void-like eyes. "What are you doing here, Harrington?"

The guy smiles, tilting his head at Eddie, eyes half-lidded. "Go home, Munson."

He steps closer to Eddie, leaning in, flooding the air with an acrid smell, some combination of chlorine and smoke. He stares at Eddie, giving a small nod and smiles again.

There's no light reflecting off his eyes, Eddie realizes before he steps back, keeps stepping until his back hits the exit door.

Harrington waves a hand, fingers bending up and down one by one. "Try to stay out of the dark."

The door shuts in Eddie's face and he runs.

[onboardsorasora]

As my last gift for 2023, here is a scene from my new Dewis obsession WIP 3 Roses.

“What are you doing for summer break?” Lewis asked, stroking Roscoe’s head as he snored loudly in his lap. They were at Lewis’ place in Monaco, it was always easier to hook up at home. Plus Daniel’s building wasn’t that far away. They spent enough time together otherwise that Daniel's presence in Lewis' home wasn't that out of the ordinary.

“I dunno, I was thinking to just fuck off to Ibiza for a week or two.” Daniel spoke around a yawn, he stretched his limbs releasing a groan as he did so. Lewis watched his thighs, as the muscles spasmed and strained under his tattoos.

Lewis didn’t have anything planned for the break this year. Not anymore. There was supposed to be a family vacation to the Caribbean but his sisters pulled out at the last minute and then it all got rescheduled to winter break. A couple weeks on a party island sounded like a great time, he could even call up his captain and have the yacht off the coast so they wouldn’t have to get a room anywhere.

“Want some company? We can stay on my boat.” He suggested and Daniel hummed.

“I’m dtf, as long as you’re ok with like spending at least two days with the boys.”

“I’ll call up Miles and we can make it a whole thing. We can party on the boat. I’m gonna fuck you all over the place.” Lewis promised while tapping on his phone, he didn’t see Daniel’s shiver of want or how his eyes hooded. Lewis was too busy imagining how Daniel would look laid out on the walnut flooring surrounded by the blue blue waters of the Mediterranean.

“Yeah? I’ll suck your dick in the captain’s chair.” Daniel promised huskily and Lewis looked up to see dark eyes watching him hungrily.

“You should suck my dick right now instead.” Lewis lifted Roscoe’s dead weight carefully and put him down on his comfy dog bed in the living room before pulling the patio door shut, there was no need for his baby to see the naughty things his dad wanted to do to Daniel.

Daniel was already kneeling in front of his seat when Lewis came back, and he reclaimed his spot spreading his thighs so Daniel could shuffle comfortably between them. Daniel gripped Lewis’ shirt and pulled him forward for a filthy wet kiss that had them both groaning. He pulled Lewis’ cock out of his shorts and gave him two teasing strokes, smiling into the kiss when Lewis hummed.

Lewis pulled back with a grin and a raised brow. Daniel rolled his eyes at him. He got to work however, teasing the head with a few light kitten licks before swallowing him down as far as he could go. He was still working on deepthroating all of him, Lewis was big and the first man Daniel was having consistent sex with. His cock was by far the biggest that Daniel’s had in him.

Lewis groaned a guttural sound, his head flopped back onto the cushions behind him and his hand rested in Daniel’s curls. He gripped lightly, pressing Daniel’s head down further as he bobbed up and down his cock. Daniel hummed and then choked and Lewis let go, fighting his hips from thrusting upwards to follow the heat.

“Fuck, so good.” Lewis bit his lip when Daniel looked up at him with watery honey eyes. He fought the instinct the press him back down and fuck into his throat. Daniel cupped Lewis’ balls into his mouth and licked and sucked at them while stroking Lewis’ leaking cock.

Lewis thrashed a little, toes curling. Daniel was a menace, a fucking sexy menace with an amazing mouth. Finally when Daniel took him back into his mouth, Lewis gave into the urge. He pressed at the back of Daniel’s head and rutted his hips up up up. Daniel choked but didn’t pull back, he clenched his hands onto Lewis’ thigh as he fucked his mouth.

Lewis groaned as he came, his back bowing even as his hips canted upwards. Daniel felt the first ropes hit the back of his throat and he pulled off, closing his eyes tightly as the rest of it hit his face. He coughed, trying to clear his throat of Lewis’ jizz. He swiped at the come on his face, smearing it on his shirt before opening his eyes. Lewis eyed him with a fucked out smile.

“Cmere.” Lewis dragged him up for a kiss, shoving his hand in Daniel’s shorts. Daniel whimpered into his neck as Lewis jerked him off, he was whispering all sorts of lewd things in Daniel’s ear.

“Gonna come for me Danny? Can’t wait to fuck you in Ibiza, I bet you’ll look so fucking good bent over the railing of my boat.”

Daniel threw his head back with a shuddering gasp and his orgasm flowed through him. Fuck, he wanted that. He wanted all of that. He sagged onto Lewis’ thigh while he came down from his own high.

“Are we still meeting Seb for dinner?” Daniel asked lazily, Lewis giggled at the puffs of air against his neck.

“Yeah, he said 7.”

“I’m gonna need a new shirt then, and knickers. Fancy dressing me up tonight?”

Lewis groaned playfully, “don’t you dare become a closet thief.” He warned and Daniel huffed a laugh.

“Waaay ahead of you mate.” Daniel teased, “I’ve got my eye on that Gucci set with the flowers. Ooh, hmm and maybe that St Laurent jacket that I have not seen you wear.”

“Maybe I’m waiting for a special occasion!” Lewis complained, hands resting comfortably on Daniel’s hips.

“Or maybe you’re just not like into it like you claimed you were when they gave it to you.” Daniel said matter of factly. “I for one am into it. It would look good on me– ace, stellar, tens across the board.”

They dissolved into breathless giggles before Lewis eased them up to go get ready to meet with Seb.

In the end, Daniel did get to wear the Gucci party shirt. Lewis rolled his eyes while Daniel posed in front of the mirror but his fond smile was impossible to ignore.

“Are you going to wear it crushed or do you want me to iron it?” Lewis selected a tan tshirt and a houndstooth oversized jacket.

“I mean it doesn’t really need it does it? I’m gonna keep the jacket on anyway– nobody can tell.” Daniel complained looking at Lewis through the mirror. He sighed exasperatedly when Lewis motioned for him to take off the shirt and give it to him.

Daniel watched as Lewis ironed their shirts in just his jeans. It felt domestic in a way and he walked back that thought immediately. They were not domestic. This was not a thing. Lewis was just weird and liked to iron.

It wasn't a thing that they shared Lewis' hair products or Daniel's toothbrush was the green one to be opposite coloured to Lewis' purple. It wasn't all that domestic when you thought about it.

Determined to put some space between the man he was fucking and his wayward thoughts, Daniel walked out of Lewis' mega closet to the living room to put on his shoes and find his phone. Lewis walked out just as he finished double knotting the unnecessarily long shoelace and chucked the still warm shirt at his head. Daniel's eyes tracked him as he went back into the closet with a giggle.

The pair of them walked into the restaurant to see Sebastian already nursing a glass of wine at their table. He raised an eyebrow at them when they sat.

“Daniel, that shirt is hideous.” Seb made up his face, the loud pattern offended him in the exact way it endeared itself to Daniel.

“Thanks mate!” Daniel chuckled, knowing how atrocious Seb thought his fashion sense was.

“Hey!” Lewis complained at the same time. He quite liked that shirt.

The three laughed their way through dinner, enjoying each other's company. Daniel ignored Seb’s eagle eyes cataloguing every extra touch, smile and look he shared with Lewis. It wasn’t like Seb didn’t know what was going on anyway.

They were in a private part of the restaurant so Lewis’ hand stayed mostly on the back of Daniel’s chair, the back of his neck or his thigh when he wasn’t eating. They were casual touches at a glance, especially since Lewis didn’t lose his comfortable slouch the entire night. Even as Daniel got extra animated in his conversations, reaching over the table to grab Seb’s hand to use in his diagram about how best to take a dirt bike jump over a lake.

Lewis chimed in here and there but seemed content to let Daniel run this conversation. They’d already talked about it before, in Daniel’s motorhome. Daniel had his dirtbikes in the storage cabin and Lewis had ribbed him about it a little. It eventually became a bit of a dirt bikes are better than motorcycles argument. Not to be outdone, Lewis had fought back; defending his beloved bikes. They argued until laughing retorts became moans and they fucked their impasse.

Daniel excused himself from the table and Sebastian leveled Lewis with a speaking look.

“You two?” he leaned casually against his chair, pointing to Lewis and Daniel’s empty chair lazily.

Lewis rolled his eyes, body not losing its lazy demeanor, “c’mon man.” he scoffed. “We’ve talked about this already.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything. We’re having fun and it's chill, man.”

Sebastian said nothing more, only gulping at his wineglass when Daniel returned

[sapphire-writes]

Talking about sucking dick and cock! And you did it at my winter cabin living room!

Okay but now that the mommy kink has appeared can we all take bets to see how fast his heart would stop if she ever were to choke him?

HELP THE WAY I SCREAMED 🤭😏🫡

I mean, there’s one part left who knows!! 🤭 Aegon would literally flatline, his brain did a record scratch when she egged (hehe) him on to say Mommy!

[kissmethroughthebone]

Good lord, yall.

Life has been..... a mess!

And that is all she wrote.

But if you want more words...

Strap in. Let's see:

Had a lot of loss in my life lately, so bad that I had talked to two therapists who immediately gave me the entire month of October off of work. And you could tell my mental health was bad. It wasn't "I'm gonna be at bliss and feel peace and love life and use this free time to take care of myself", it was endless amounts of alcoholism and caffeine. And nonstop suicidal ideations. And if you even HEARD the disgusting thing I have been doing lately, you'd absolutely choke on your own vomit, I tell you. I tell you!

Had a few GHETTO ass dates. Provider/generous types? Yes. Absolutely gross, manipulative, and weird? Also yes. Good lord, if it's not some guy trying to whip his dick out on the second date in PUBLIC during BROAD DAYLIGHT in a space where CHILDREN could've been around, it's a dude who gets salty that I don't wanna smash by the third date and tries to do weird shit like sucking my finger like a dick, to "seduce me", or attempting negging.

These men are.... deranged and ferally pathetic, it seems. (Not all bad though; bad enough that I absolutely hated them, good enough that I have some jewelry and nice pieces gifted to me and didn't have to fuck a man at all. You win some, you lose some! Lose some sanity, win an opal necklace with diamond and 14k gold along with a nice sparkly diamond set on the hands, ears and neck.)

And may or may not have lost my most recent job. Hard to say.

My manager was giving me shit for giving her my doctor's notes via Google Drive link versus emailing it to her, even when I mentioned my email was malfunctioning and not giving me the option, and her logic is idiotic.

Not to mention her attitude is terrible. She's the frustrating type that wants nothing over text, because she's a liar, and is quick to instigate rage, but will call someone else the non-communicator or the irresponsible one.

I called her immature and suggested she take her tantrums elsewhere, since it's not attractive. Said to contact me through a co-worker or email, and that my phone would not receive calls or messages from her, blocked her.

And the results of that? We will see.

If I had a nickel for each time I lost a job around Halloween because of a spiteful older black woman with an ego trying to be abusive my way..... I'd have ten cents.

Which isn't a lot, it's just weird that it happened twice, two years in a row.

And now I ask myself, "Alright, what can I do this winter, since I was in this exact situation last year?

Paid dating sites. WYP helped me easily make my rent money with no problems whatsoever. I was lucky enough to get one guy to give me 500 dollars, another 300, and more, and those were just for dates! No sex, just to show up. I have to actually remember my value, and remember my worth...

Recognized that tenant's rights were not going to lead to me being out on my ass. Hell, my housemate tried an illegal eviction attempt, and that lead to a lot of bullshit. They had to sit there and wait for me to get a new job, since if they minded their business, I'd have had the easiest time ever getting my place looking perfect, had a new job, all that. All sorts of amazing blessings. And they didn't, so they had shot themselves in the foot. Fuck em! And they can't do a damn thing. Another guy went 3 years not paying rent, they can handle a wait.

Spiritual manifesting; trusting that it would all work out to the highest degree. Candlework, incense, tarot cards, all the fixings. All things are gonna work out in it's highest degree for me, and I am a magnet to opportunity.

Not being afraid of my bitch ass housemate. What could they do? Not jack shit.

Still taking care of myself like everything was fine. Showering every day, clean clothes ready, taking out garbage, cooking meals for myself, listening to good music and trying on cute outfits. Life was gonna suck regardless in some ways, but in other ways that could be tangible and keep me alright? I wanted to upkeep the good so I can always be prepared for the best and stay sane and ready at all times.

Scheduling dates. Helps with any food scarcity, (that's a ghetto sentence but I mean, bitch, if I'm extremely gorgeous and I have a rotation of men who wanna take me for pasta and lobstah, and if Jimmy has five apples..... you can do the math,) but also helps me get out the house and try new things. And I wanna be ice skating and decorating trees with SOMEBODY this year.

Feels like I'm on the right track. Amen.

[cbk1000]

So, after a ridiculously mild winter, a storm has decided we’ve had enough of driving safely and is currently in the process of dumping massive amounts of snow; there’s a chance of up to a foot and a half accumulation between today/what it’s supposed to do overnight (not the most snow we’ve ever had, but it is, for this area, a lot for this period of time; also they keep adjusting the amount of snow accumulation because it keeps exceeding previous expectations--so we’ll see what happens). Mr. Jenn came to my work to help me put on my chains because they’re a bitch, and I’d rather not have to crawl around on the ground in my nice work clothes; we figured I wouldn’t be getting home without them (I have a two wheel drive vehicle that’s basically like driving a sled even in just a couple of inches of snow).

I did manage to make it home; there was some white-knuckling, but the chains got me to my in-laws’ house at least. The problem came in trying to get into the driveway. It’s on a steep hill, and you have to turn into it, you can’t go straight in. So you can’t really get a run at it because you have to slow down to turn. I had originally decided not to try it, pulled over to the curb by  the neighbors’ house (a good friend of my in-laws’), shut off the car and got out to examine how bad it was. The neighbor was standing outside, and she was like, “I think you can make it, Jenn. I think you can do it.” (The point here is that what followed was her fault entirely.) She and another neighbor (and my FIL) had been shoveling/snow blowing, so some of the road was cleared. And me, being drunk on power from having chained up, was like, “U know what--I think you’re right.”

I got right to the turning point ok and then my tires started spinning. I backed up a little and gunned it thinking I could get the rest of the way with that little bit of momentum--and felt the chain on my right tire come off. Obviously at this point I realise I’m not getting into the driveway. So I go to reverse, and that’s when my car decides for me, yes, we are going backwards--in an uncontrolled free fall. Have you ever had one of those winter weather slides where you push on your brakes and there’s nothing? All you can hear is them going, “Fuck you, bitch” as you hurtle backwards praying to the baby Jesus that nothing is in your path?

There were two things in my path. First thing: the neighbors’ brick wall. Second thing: the nose of the neighbor’s truck, sticking out from behind the back of their house (it was parked in the field behind their house, which was right where I was heading). I decided to bite the bullet and try for the wall to attempt to limit the damage to my own vehicle, so I turned the wheel toward it a bit. And then I abruptly stopped--I think I hit the curb, which I couldn’t see because there was too much snow. Then I get out like, “FUCK ME THAT JUST TOOK TEN YEARS OFF MY LIFE.”

Now the next problem is that I have one chain off, and when we look at the other--it’s only partially on (the chain that came off looks like Mr. Jenn may have possibly missed one of the inside snaps; it doesn’t seem damaged). The little snap is stripped, so it’s fucked, but we’ll worry about that later. The main problem is that the car is exactly where I don’t want it to be--in the dead end part of the street where nobody drives and there’s a fuck ton of snow. And now I do not have chains.

So now we have me and a neighbour trying to shovel snow out of the way, my FIL putting sand down in front of the tires while Mr. Jenn coaxes it out (I told him I’d had my fun car experience for the day and let him drive), plus my MIL and another neighbour pushing. We finally manage to get it around the corner--and realise the chain is all bound around the tire. FIL cannot get it off; finally has to go get wire cutters, can only get about half of it undone, and eventually has to get underneath the car with a flashlight before it’s finally all the way off. And hurrah--at last Mr. Jenn gets it into the neighbour’s driveway, where it will probably be staying for some time to come. 

And the crowning moment: I fell on my ass in front of everyone trying to walk down my in-laws’ driveway back toward the car.

All in all, one of the least fun things I’ve done for a while.

[not-your-fucking-kacchan]

Baku x reader - watches reader WHOOP ASS during training or in battle and relizes hes fallen for them.

baku gives me vibes of ass beating couple lmfao

PAKJSJNDND yeah watch how he falls in love with the most violent display of rage like "girl you speaking my language rn fr fr 😩"

Your resident power couple <3

And now ive got a name for this ficlet gosh im just so smart 😩

Masterlist<3

Bakugo x Violent!Reader - Speaking my language

You're halfway through a particularly testing battle with todoroki, his eyes staring straight into your soul as he freezes every boulder you throw his way, putting a stop to any of your attacks before they can even get close. You can't even use your quirk to move the ground below him because he's just skating around on his ice like a fucking Disney Princess!

"Hey, Elsa, maybe if you stopped being a fucking coward, this match wouldn't be so boring for you! Stop skating! This isnt mother-fucking Winter Wonderland!!"

Your cussing only entices laughter from the bakusquad and frosty the snowman doesnt even pay you any damn attention whatsoever. He is starting to get on your last nerve.

Usually you're a more agreeable person, more of a doormat than anything because you don't like the thought of driving people away with boundaries, so it makes absolutely no sense when you snap and start cussing at the poor guy when all he's doing is fighting you under the instruction of Aizawa Sensei.

All of your classmates in 1-A are confused and a little scared, iida and izuku horrified by your sudden change in mood.

But you can't help but be absolutely infuriated as this bastard prances around in front of you like you're not even here! It's so frustrating and within barely half a minute you're absolutely fumin, red in the face and eyes narrowed in a glare that could pierce iron.

"You... You asshole! Absolute dickmuncher- you can suck my dick you fuckin' tide-pod looking ass, donkey feet lookin' ass, white crocs wearing, big-toe sucking, 'let it go' looking ass fuckface! DIE!"

In a blind rage, you throw every last insult you have at his face, along with a barrage of boulders made from the fighting ring you're supposed to be actually fighting on instead of using it for ammo.

Kirishima, Mina and Denki have just choked on their snorts and died together, meanwhile Izuku, Iida hide their faces in embarrassment and disappointment. Bakugou, however, has hearts in his eyes and a light blush on his face when he hears the string of curses and the powerful barrage of earth and rock, courtesy of your quirk, which had stunned the poor boy and allowed enough time for you to make a wild dash towards Todoroki and knock him out cold before he regain his bearings.

All you saw was red suring that fight so you may have gone a little overboard but the littlw shit deserved it. How dare he inconvenience you like that. The nerve.

Todoroki lays knocked out in a crumpled heap on the floor while you stand over him, panting and glaring at him while sweat drips down your face from all the running you had to do to avoid his attacks.

Katsuki watches in a daze as you win the match against that asshole, getting up clumsily to follow you when you stumble and limp away with a sour expression.

He might be in love.

You just kicked IcyHot's ass in a way that was so raw and full of power just like he wanted to, and the explosions of dirt and sand and wind when your boulders crashed into Shouto's ice attracted his eyes and attention much like the violence in your combat style.

When he finally reached you and saw you limping up ahead of him he called out to you awkwardly, still being his usual tsundere self when he speaks.

"Hey!- uh-... i-... fuckin'... -you were good out there. Against that asshole IcyHot... he deserved the shit you knocked out of him..."

You look back in confusion at the sound of Bakugou's voice, wondering if mayne he was talking to someone else until he locks eyes with you, a faint blush at his cheeks. You couldnt control the way your stomach swirled and yoir chest felt constricted, Katsuki just came to fucking complement you. What the hell? Is this a dream?? Fuck yeah.

You smile up at him, laughing and aggreeing until you stagger a little, falling to your knees. The blonde clicks his tongue at you as you fall, hooking your arm around his shoulders and helping you walk ehile you wonder if this might be the beginning of a budding relationship, Katsukis mind wandering to the realisation that he's holding you and blushing a deep red.

"Tch. Come on, dumbass. Time to see recovery girl."

Ta daa! I hope this was long enough and was along the lines of what you wanted! Thank you sm for the request i thought it was really fun to write- especially when i just got to roast poor todoroki like sunday dinner 😭😭

[wwhatev3r]

Easy company reactions to you telling them you’re pregnant 🫢

Easy Company Reaction: telling them you're pregnant

Notes: I suck at writing fluff, but I tried my best, yeah :) I hope you and everyone like it. Oh and I made a really pretty moodboard for this post but tumblr won't show my post on the tags if i use it. Fuck you tumblr!

– Dick Winters - (Please, give this man 5 seconds to process what you just said.) “You’re pregnant.” he repeated your words, “We’re having a baby.” He was saying it slowly without breaking his gaze with yours, as a way to wake up from the shock and to realize what you just told him. He then hugged you and kissed your forehead. It didn't take much for him to immediately start preparing the nursery. 

– Lewis Nixon - (Your luck is that he is rich.) You told him right after you declined a cup of whiskey from him. “What? You are what?” he almost spilled his drink, “Holy shit… I mean, that’s amazing news honey!” He looked a little dizzy and almost tripped when he went to kiss you. After that he literally ran to tell Dick and save him the spot as godfather of the child. 

– Carwood Lipton - (Literal silent panic.) After a few seconds of total silence he walked over to you and hugged you like it was the last time he was going to hug you in his life. He held you close and said: “It’s going to be fine, we got this.” You could tell he was a little worried but he just needed time to process all of it. He was so stressed the next few days, he wanted everything to be prepared and perfect.

– Ronald Speirs - He gave you one of his typical intense gazes. For a moment you thought he was angry but then when he walked across the room to reach you, grab your face and look you deeply in the eyes, you could see he was on the verge of tears. “I’m going to dedicate my life to you and to our baby.” he said, as he landed one of his hands on your belly. The next day you found a little list of names in his office. 

– George Luz - He almost choked on his food. “Cut the crap. What? Are you serious?” After he realized you weren’t kidding he ran to pick you up, spin you around and kiss you. He looked like a kid on Christmas from how happy he was. You had the spend the evening trying to convince him to not name the child some really stupid name. “If It’s a boy can we name him after me? And can we take him or her to play baseball?” he asked at least. 

– Joe Liebgott - “Tell me you’re not joking. Princess, you just made me the happiest man alive.” He quickly ran to hold you by your waist and gave you a breathless kiss, “Holy shit, I’m going to be a dad.” He was so excited but as his last words kept repeating in his head a sudden grip on his chest started to grow. He then told you that he was scared of not being a good father. You guys talked it out and the next day he came home with a baby suit saying “Sorry ladies my daddy is definitely taken.”

– Bill Guarnere - You had to sit him down to tell him. “You’re not kidding, right?” He immediately got up, “Holy fuck, we are going to have a mini Bill or Billie!” (good luck bestie) The shocked expression grew in a second into the biggest smile you have ever seen and he almost trip when he reached you for a kiss. He called everyone to announce it like the proud dad that he is. “Guess the fuck what… I’m going to be a dad!!”

– Joe Toye - “W-what? You’re pregnant?” He had never hugged you so tightly in his life but when you met his eyes you felt his anxiety. Joe was scared that he might not be prepared but he had been waiting for that moment for so long and he was not gonna let his insecurities take over his happiness. He is always so stressed that you and baby may get hurt, so he doesn't let you do anything at home during your pregnancy. 

– Donald Malarkey - “Are you shitting me? Honey, I-... I don't know what to say. I mean, you are pregnant. We are going to have a baby!” he playfully picked you up between exciting giggles. He immediately ran to the store to go buy diapers and baby bottles (don’t worry he came back.) Him and Skip spent the next 9 months singing and telling jokes to your belly.

– Warren “Skip'' Muck - “Oh my god, you’re pregnant?” You showed him the test after he asked, “Oh my god, you’re pregnant!” He started jumping around and then washed you with kisses. He ran to tell Malark and Penkala and immediately asked you if both of them could be godfathers. Every day he talks to your belly: “Hey bud, It’s me, your dad. How is it there? Is mommy’s belly comfortable?” (I’m crying, he’s the cutest.) 

– Darrel “Shifty” Powers - (This gentleman, I-) You sat him by your side when you told him. “Really?... You are?” He instantly held your hands and grew the sweetest smile, “I can’t believe you're carrying our baby right now.” After that he kissed you like you’re made of glass. From there on he tried his best to stop smoking because of you and the baby, and when it's time to go to bed he wishes the baby a goodnight and kisses your belly and then your lips. 

– Eugene Roe - He was speechless for some seconds until you called his name, he then got closer to you. “Honey, I could not be more happy but It’s up to you if…” You made clear you’re ready and that you wanted the baby, you then saw his shy smile bloom and gaze at the floor before meeting your eyes again and kiss you tenderly. He found the best doctor and scheduled every appointment at least once a month to make sure everything was okay. After all he is a medic, you could not be in better hands. 

– Edward “Babe” Heffron - At first impression he did panic a little. “W-what? Are you serious? Oh my… what are we gonna do?” You even saw his sweat rolling down his forehead, so you had to sit him down, relax him and make sure everything was going to be okay. He took a deep breath and then a little childlike smile grew, “I’m going to be a dad.” He spent the whole weekend celebrating. He even started referring to the baby as if he was already there: “What about the three of us going to a nice restaurant?” 

– David Webster - His heart even skipped a beat. “Are you certain?” he asked you a little unassertive, “We are having a baby, I can’t believe it.” You notice the excitement grow by his voice. He then grew a big smile and hugged you, lifting you up. He spent the whole time reading books about babies, baby care and giving birth. He was ready for the child theoretically, but Lieb always made some pretty dark humor jokes to make him scared. But in the end it turned out fine. 

– Frank Perconte - You couldn't tell if he was happy or scared. He was so excited but he was sweating, for a second you even thought he was going to faint. “It’s amazing! A baby!” he told you after kissing you a million times, “It’s like having you and me mixed in a bowl, it's awesome!” He then took a deep breath and said: “Yeah, I think I need to sit down a little.” He was having a mix of emotions, but when things cooled down he started preparing everything. The next day he came home with two packs of diapers and so many clothes for the baby.

– Denver “Bull” Randleman - As the mature man that he is he stayed pretty calm. “There isn't anyone in this world that I wish more to have a family with than you.” He gently brushed your hair before pulling you for a peaceful kiss. Bull never felt more responsible over something in his life. He did everything in his power to make sure you were comfortable and safe, after all he loved you and you were carrying your and his child. 

– John Martin - You had to sit Johnny down before telling him. “A-are you sure?” He tried to act calm but you could see how nervous he was and still trying to keep his serious expression. You asked if he was happy and his eyelids instantly loosed and he got down on his knees to hold your hands, “I am, baby. I’m sorry I was just taken by surprise. I-... I love you, if you’re happy I’m happy.” He gave you a passionate kiss and one of his rare vulnerable smiles. May no one stress you, hurt you or look at you in a wrong way or he will riot. 

– Floyd Talbert - (Oh, this is going to be fun…) Right after you told him he paralyzed for a second. “I-i… hum, well,” He started stuttering but then tried to put himself back together by walking over to you and gazing into your eyes, “Well, that’s great news.” You’re not expecting to take it so well but after all he wasn't that surprised that you were pregnant. He was so excited for the baby, he wanted to teach him how to play guitar and play sports. One night he said: “Hey love, after he or she is born can we go make some more?”

[holylulusworld]

Masks we wear

Title: Masks we wear

Square filled for @spnkinkbingo: Aftercare

Summary: You try to find relief and end up finding so much more.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of shitty relationships, sex parties, public sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, aftercare, mentions of safewords/sexual terms/hard limits, consent is sexy, winter-summer romance, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, doggy style, dirty talk, spanking (one slap), a hint of choking (more like hand around throat), longing, there are feelings and fluff too, sue me, falling in love

Words: 3,5 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

You still don’t know why you came here. 

Is it because your ex called you uptight, or the fact that you feel uncomfortable and insecure in the bedroom since you saw him bang one of your friends? Is it because you finally want to get laid again? Or maybe you just wanted to get out of your comfort zone.

“Another one,” you tip your glass to order another alcohol-free drink. If you are doing this tonight, you want to be sober, not drunk. “Do many people come here?” the bartender doesn’t answer your question. “Hello?”

“She won’t answer your questions, sweetness. The bartender serves drinks and doesn’t like to get involved in…our games,” a deep voice whispers in your ear, chuckling as you shudder at his closeness. “Is this your first time here? Do you need a tour?

“That obvious,” you turn on your barstool to face a handsome elder man. His hazel eyes seem to bore into you, and you look away, feeling a little light-headed as his musk fills your senses. “A friend of a friend told me about these…uh—you know…”

“Sex parties?” he offers, giving you a dirty smirk. He runs his hand over his salt-n-pepper beard, still that smirk on his face. “I see. What does a pretty girl like you doing at this kind of place?”

He sits on the empty barstool next to you, ordering whiskey neat. He glances at you now and then, sipping at his drink while you think about his question. “I give the question right back? What is a man like you doing in a place like this?”

“I had a wife, and raised my kids with her,” he takes a large sip of his drink. “She left me ten years ago for a younger model.” The man bitterly admits. “My sons are grown men now and I’ve got enough of women leaving me as I do not suit their taste after a few months.” 

He shrugs as you watch him with curiosity. “My boyfriend called me uptight and boring in the bedroom. Sucking his dick and trying new positions, sex toys and crap isn’t enough these days. I’m telling you; porn ruined all men.”

“Not all of us, doll,” he leans closer, eyes dropping to your cleavage. “If he’s bored in the bedroom, it’s his fault. You want to have good sex, be a good lover first.” Fuck, the look on his face already makes you clench your thighs together. “Do you know about the rules in here?”

“A little,” you whimper as he reaches out to grip your chin with his rough finger.

“You can do everything, but you don't have to, doll,“ he kisses your lips softly, making you moan against him. “If you consent, I’d like to fuck you.”

“I don’t even know your name,” you wrap one arm around his neck to kiss him again. “How shall I call you?”

“Daddy, beautiful,” he whispers against your lips. “I’m going to explain a few things to you. We can link our profiles on the app the organizer provides. This way, you’ll always get a notification that I’m around at one of these parties.”

“Daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue, giggling as you never called a man daddy before. “I kinda like it.”

“With your consent, I’ll call you doll,” nodding you wrap your other arm around his neck to let daddy deepen the next kiss. “I’ve got a room reserved to play. I don’t like sharing a room with the crowd.”

“Same,” he laughs as you eagerly slide off the barstool and take his offered hand. “I mean, I never did this before but having your room isn’t that bad. How did you get it?”

He shrugs, not giving away how he got the room. “Just relax, doll. We will talk before I even touch you. If you want to stop, I will.”

“Okay. How do I tell you so?” he unlocks the door to his room with a card, smirking as you walk inside to have a look around the room. Your heart thunders in your chest and you wonder if it was a good idea to follow the stranger into his room.

“We can use the color system tonight, doll. If we do this more often, we can have a special safeword too. Or do you want one tonight?” he closes the door and locks it. “I will lock the door but put the card on the nightstand. You can go any time.”

“Okay,” you’re a little nervous when daddy kicks his shoes off and shrugs his jacket down his shoulders. His eyes never leave your face, and you feel like he’s overserving your every move. “I’d like to use a safe word, daddy. Can I use pepperoni?”

“Of course. If you say pepperoni, I’ll stop immediately,” he flashes you a smile. “I will show you my current test, the one we had to do at the beginning of the party. You’ll do the same.”

“I’m clean,” you get your phone out to show daddy the test you did when you entered the large mansion to attend the party. He does the same, “and I’ve got a birth control implant.”

“Perfect,” you lick your lips when daddy steps toward you to slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders. “What are your hard limits?”

“No anal,” he’s kissing your neck, smirking as you moan loudly. “I never did it and don’t want to start tonight.”

“Noted, doll,” daddy nibbles at your shoulder while moving one hand between your legs. He chuckles as you are wearing crotchless panties. “What else?” You whimper, feeling his index finger toy with your clit.

“I don’t like pain or toilet stuff. No bondage or restraints during the first time together,” two fingers gather your slick, teasing your little nub. 

“I won’t, doll,” you don’t know the man shoving two fingers inside your slit but believe him when he tells you he won’t do anything you do not like. “We want to have fun, right?”

“Yeah,” he curls his fingers, inside of you, scissoring you open. “Fun. No strings attached, but safe and anonymous.”

“Good girl,” his fingers leave you empty seconds later and he pushes you onto the bed, smirking as you bounce off the mattress. “I want you to show me that pretty ass. Spread those legs for me, doll.”

You eagerly crawl to the middle of the bed to spread your legs and stick your ass out. “Daddy, I want you to fuck my pussy. Please. I need you.”

“Doll,” he groans deeply, enjoying you play your role so well. “You are going to get daddy’s cock right fucking now. I’ll make you cream all over me and fill this cunt with my seed.”

“Please—”

He’s on you in a blink, hands pawing at your dress to rip it down your chest to reveal your breasts to him. Daddy gropes your tits while pressing his erection into your ass. “Can I show them what I’m doing to you, doll? There is an entertainment room for people not finding anyone tonight.”

“A wank room,” you giggle as daddy slaps your cheek. “Ouch, daddy. Next time do it harder.”

“Don’t be a brat and answer my question,” his hand wraps around your throat and you find yourself upright, your back pressed to his chest. Just now you realize there are cameras all over the room, filming you in any position if you agree. “Doll, I need to hear it.” He pants in your ear, ready to have his way with you.

“They will watch us fuck?” you shiver as his free hand grabs his phone from the bed. “All of them.”

“Only the ones staying without a partner tonight,” he whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe. “They are not allowed to take a copy or tell anyone about it. Whatever we are doing here tonight will stay within this room. So—”

“Yes,” daddy tilts his hips to press his erection between your legs, rubbing his length up and down your folds to coat himself in your slick. “I want them to watch you ruin my pussy, daddy.”

“Good,” he unlocks his phone to activate the live stream. “Ladies and gentlemen, you are invited to watch me and my doll tonight. Remember the rules. We do not talk about what happens at our little club, so enjoy and don’t make the owner mad.”

Daddy drops the phone on the bed to grip your hip tightly. He pokes your entrance, smirking as you try to push back onto him. “Daddy—”

“Look at my good girl,” he coos before slowly inching his way inside your body. “Fuck, she’s so tight and warm.” Daddy praises, moaning audibly to tell everyone watching you that he never enjoyed a cunt as much as yours. “I’m gonna ruin her pussy and make her scream my name.”

You lean your head against his shoulder, smiling into the camera as he wraps his arms around your body. “Fuck, he’s so big and thick inside my little pussy. Ouch, it almost hurts, daddy.”

“Just take it,” daddy starts to move his hips at a slow pace, testing the waters to find out if you are ready for more. “Do you want me to fuck you like a slut.”

“Please….yes…all green,” you end up face-first in the cushions. He holds you down by your shoulders, whispering if you are still green. “YES! FUCKING YES.”

“Hold tight, doll,” his hands shoot toward your hips, gripping your flesh tightly as he starts to move faster. You can’t see the people in the room watching you, but the room fills with more and more people as your screams echo through the whole mansion. 

You don’t know loudspeakers are sending your moans and pleas straight to every room to make sure they know daddy fucks you well. “Harder, daddy.”

“Did you hear,” he slides almost all the way out, making you whine at the loss of his dick. “Watch me fucking ruin her during her first party. She’s all mine.” You cry out as he slams back inside. “Yeah, that’s my cunt from now on.”

You’ve got no clue how he does it, but daddy has you on the edge only a few thrusts later. Maybe it’s the way he drives into you, or his dirty talk. He is talking about your cunt, your body and you like you mean nothing to him and it’s freeing in a way.

There is no shame. Not even when you come all over him, moaning daddy while people watch you get railed by a stranger. “I’m gonna cum in her, cream her sweet cunt, and show you how good she takes it.”

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you tighten around his thick length, whimpering as you can’t hold back the whorish noises leaving your throat. 

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the slicked sound of your cunt sucking his cock in fill your senses and you lose all control over your tongue.

“Fuck me harder, ruin me. I need to feel your cum drip out of my cunt. Next time you can fuck my ass too. I want to choke on your cock,” you can hear people cheer at your words, and then applause as you cum again, and daddy fills your abused cunt with his cum.

“Fucking perfect,” he slips out of you much too soon, and spreads your thighs apart, groaning as his cum drips out of your still pulsing cunt. “Look at her. She was such a good girl.”

“Fuck,” you fall onto the bed, spend and exhausted but sated. “Daddy fucked me so good, guys. He can do it forever…”

“End of the show,” you can hear him fight with the covers to find his phone. “Remember. No one talks about what you saw. No video or picture leaves this mansion. If I find one picture or clip on the internet, you won’t like what happens.” He deactivates the cameras and turns his attention back toward you.

“Daddy—” he laughs as you mumble his “name”.

“I’m going to run a warm bath for you now, doll. Okay. I’ll be back in a minute and take care of you. You’re safe with me,” he pecks your cheek and runs his hand over your back. “You did so well, doll. I’m proud of you. I never had such a good partner. Did you hear them cheer? They never did this before.”

“Thank you, daddy…” you’re not alone in the room for long. Only a few moments later you get picked up in bridal style and carried out of the room. He will clean your body and rub the sorness out of your muscles before carrying you back into the bedroom.

You will fuck daddy two more times that night before the both of you leave the mansion. You promise each other to do it again…and you do…

“Did you see daddy?” you check on your phone, frowning as your usual partner didn’t show up for the third time. You met up with daddy for almost a year at your secret little club. Now you came here only to find no sign of him again. “My app can’t link with him anymore.”

“You mean the guy you always meet here, at the bar?” the bartender finally looks at you. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t seen him. He’s not in the system any longer. This means one out of two things.”

“What do you mean?” you lick your dry lips, hoping to get to know why daddy never showed lately.

“He can’t come here. Maybe he’s sick, had an accident, or work is hell, or,” she gives you a sympathetic smile, “he found someone out there and doesn’t want to come back.”

“Oh—OH,” letting her words sink in you feel like daddy betrayed you. You never met up with another man, not even at the mansion, nor did he fuck someone else. Well, at least not at the mansion. “I see. I guess I got too attached to him.”

“Happens sometimes, darling,” the bartender offers. “Some people even got married after they met here. Others, well…they left with a broken heart.”

“Thank you,” you slide off the barstool, giving the bartender a huge tip and a sad smile. “If he ever comes around again, tell him I was looking for him.”

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t hang your heart on him,” she tries to tell you it’s not the first time your secret lover broke some poor girl’s heart. Daddy is the kind of man not settling down. But she can’t tell you so, or she’ll lose her job… 

“Did you even listen?” your friend asks and you look up from the menu. “Two hot guys are watching us. The guy with the shaggy hair is mine, though.”

“I’m not interested,” not even glancing at the two men you drop your eyes to the menu again. “Sheesh, don’t they have food I like.”

“What’s wrong with you lately? You used to be laid-back and relaxed. And now you are always so—” your friend sighs as you slam the menu you shut. 

“What? I’m just a little tense lately is all,” you quip. “There is nothing wrong with not wanting to sing love songs or dance around the kitchen all the time. I’m just not in the mood.”

“It’s been three months now,” she bites back as the guys she was talking about make their way toward your table. “Get laid or buy a new dildo.”

“Ladies, hey,” the shorter guy flashes you a smile. “We don’t want to disturb you, but we’d like to invite you for a drink.”

“Not interested,” your friend sighs deeply as you refuse to even look at the guys for a second time.

Yes, they are gorgeous, but daddy is still in the back of your mind. He’s haunting you in your dreams and you hate to admit it, you go back to the mansion every week to find out if he came back.

He never did, though…

“Sweetheart, we didn’t want to offend you,” you give the man a cracked smile. “Sorry for interrupting your conversation.”

“I’m kinda fresh out of a relationship or not,” your friend rolls her eyes at your words. “I mean…no…I don’t even know if anyone would call it that. It’s just…I still miss him, and I can’t have a drink with you. It’s not you, it’s me.” You hurriedly get up from your chair to flee out of the restaurant, choking out a sob on your way.

You’ve got no clue what’s wrong with you. You and daddy only had sex. He didn’t even give you his real name and now you are choking on tears only as a handsome guy offered a drink to you.

“Fuck, no. What’s wrong with me,” you cry. “I should just…” you press one hand to your heart. “It was only sex. Just forget about him…”

“No sight of him,” it’s another week later that you ask around the mansion if anyone saw your lover. “Please, does anyone know if he came back?”

“Girl, just give up and look for another dick,” one of the newer members chuckles, pointing at his crotch. “I can show you heaven.”

“No, thanks,” you turn to leave, sighing deeply. “I guess he’s gone for good…” leaving the mansion in a hurry you take deep breaths. “It’s time to delete the fucking app, Y/N. Stop acting as if you and that stranger were in love or shit.”

Two minutes later you sit in your car, thumb pressing delete to get rid of the app.

“Done,” you whisper, feeling your heart shatter all over again. It wasn’t sex only to you, that much you know now. “Goodbye, daddy. I hope you are living your best life, wherever you are…”

“Coming,” you groan as you slowly get up from your sofa. It’s Saturday evening and you planned on spending it watching bad porn and using your memories of daddy to get off. It’s been months since you touched yourself and it’s time to move on. “I hope it’s important. I wanted to masturb—”

“Hello doll,” daddy lazily leans in your doorframe, holding his phone in his hand. “You deleted the app. You’ve been a bad girl.”

“What? I—” he chuckles while waltzing into your apartment. “You didn’t come back. Why would I keep the app? I was there, not two days ago. No one saw you again.”

“I had something to take care of,” you huff while watching him shrug his coat down his shoulders and tossing it onto your sofa. “I came tonight, and you weren’t there. The bartender told me you’ve missed your daddy.”

“You never came back,” wiping your wet eyes you try to make him see that he can’t come around and demand things from you after he abandoned you for months. “It’s been months.”

“Still, you didn’t fuck anyone else,” he muses, large hand cupping your cheek now. “Do you know why, doll?”

“Enlighten me,” you grumble as he dares to cradle your face with both hands. “Maybe I wasn’t in the mood to fuck.”

“Oh, baby doll, you were in the mood to get fucked,” he greedily claims your lips, tongue snaking with yours. He just kisses you for a brief moment before he looks you deep in the eyes, “but only by your daddy. You only want him, right?”

“I’ve missed you,” something flashes in his eyes. There is something you haven’t seen before. “Maybe you should go now. I had plans and…”

“It was a test, doll,” he looks down at you. “I started too many relationships after I had great sex with a woman. I liked them, maybe even loved them but it never ended well. After a month or so, they lost interest. But you,” he laughs now, before kissing you again. “Oh doll, you’ve missed me so much you even rejected my handsome sons.”

“Your sons?”

“You know, most of the girls I met up with had to pass the last test,” he pecks your temple now, lips lingering on your skin. “I would introduce them to my sons. No one ever resisted my sons, doll. Every single woman wanted to fuck them. Sometimes even both.”

“I-I don’t understand a single word,” you push against his shoulders. “What are you talking about? I don’t know your sons, or you or anything anymore.”

“Doll,” he cups the back of your neck this time. “I wanted to know if you are open to a relationship with me. Not some arrangement to meet up and fuck. I want you to share my life with me.”

“I—what?” frowning deeply you look up at him. “I don’t even know your name, idiot! How shall I spend the rest of my life with you? I can’t call you daddy all the time.”

“Baby doll,” he softly pecks your lips. “I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you that very first night. My name is John Eric Winchester and if you let me, I’ll love you for the rest of my life…”

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[sebastiansluts]

dark winter soldier and his slave with cock worship and piss kink/drinking? and lots of humiliation

Winter Soldier x Reader; non!con, cock worship, piss kink, piss drinking, humiliation, degradation

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

The soldier stared down at you, before grabbing your hair in his fist and pulling you forwards til your face was buried in his crotch.

"You're going to suck my cock, no, you're going to fucking worship my cock, and after, I'll decide what if you deserve more or not," he hissed, releasing you and letting you undo his pants, pulling out his hard cock and stroking it.

You licked the tip gently, gathering up the precum and letting it coat your tongue as you licked the shaft, getting it wet.

"Cover every inch slut, don't let a single spot be untouched," the soldier ordered. You dipped down to lick at his balls too before sucking the tip of his cock into your mouth.

"Take it all whore, I know you can," the soldier said, pushing your head down until your nose was pressed into his pubic bone. He let you go, you pulling back and sucking his cock, bobbing your head up and down, laving your tongue along the shaft.

You bent back down, sucking his balls into your mouth as he groaned, "Fucking slut, don't even have to be told what to do anymore, you know how to worship my cock, pathetic how little it took to break you. You probably wanted this all along, wanted me to make you my slave, wanted my cock this whole time, the way you're sucking it now."

Tears began filling your eyes at his words, so you forced him back down your throat, making the tears from that instead, but he wasn't fooled. "Little slut can't handle the truth can she? Crying like a little baby, how pathetic," the soldier scoffed, but groaned as you choked on his dick, coming down your throat suddenly, making you gag and pull back, but his hand came down, forcing you to stay on his cock.

"Stay there whore, I'm not through with you yet." The soldier kept his hand on the back of your head, his cock softening in your mouth. You swallowed the drool in your mouth right as he began pissing, making you try to spit, but you couldn't with his dick still practically gagging you.

"You're gonna drink it all slut, fucking nasty whore. You're my cock and piss slave, and there's nothing you can do about it but accept it," the soldier said darkly, tilting your head back but keeping his cock in your mouth, so that he could look into your eyes.

"You're mine slave, and you're not going anywhere."

[there-must-be-a-lock]

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Bees? - @watermelonlipstick

Genetically enhanced super soldiers. - @supraveng

Resting bitchface.

Resting murder face.

Understanding that reference. - @princessmisery666

Not understanding that reference. 

Clint Barton’s spilled coffee. - @alistrawrites

Spencer Reid’s purple scarf. 

Monsterfucking. - @stunudo & @writethelifeyouwant

A single man tear.

Frottage. 

Praise kink. 

Knife kink. 

Soft dom Sam Winchester. - @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Demon Dean Winchester.

Sex pollen. - @hoboal87

Sex tears.

Magical healing cock. - @allducksloveloveloveme

Going a little bit feral. 

Idiots in love. - @waywardbaby

Chaotic bi energy. - @mskathywriteswords

Dirty talk. - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Some wet ass pussy. 

Derek Morgan kicking down a door. - @masterwords

Natasha Romanoff strangling someone with her thighs. 

Moose and Squirrel. - @walkingaline

Harry Styles. - @fangirlxwritesx67

Mid-2000s emo bands. - @mamagynger

A series of unfortunate events. - @welcome-to-the-sin-zone

Feelings (derogatory). - @hogwartstoalexandria

A threesome. - @wi-deangirl77

Sexual tension. - @rockhoochie

Getting choked by a metal arm. - @fangirlextraordinaire

Drop-kicking the fourth wall into oblivion. 

Defenestration. - @downanddirtydean​

Getting caught in the rain. - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad

Winchester stupid.

America’s ass. 

Night Moves. 

Zombies. - @rpsocsandcanonohmy & @disasterclintbarton

_____ to lovers is my favorite trope. - @masterwords​

...and there was only one _____. - @alistrawrites​

Oh my god they were _______. - @disasterclintbarton

There are two things I know for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: ____.

_____ I get. People are crazy. - @stunudo

This is calm, and it’s ____.

They were part of the big three: aliens, androids, and ____. 

Spencer Reid has ____ and an IQ of 187. 

Sam Winchester _____ his way through sex. - @thinkinghardhardlythinking​

The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It’s actually safer to _____.  - @waywardbaby & @fangirlextraordinaire

Eat ass, suck a dick, and ______. 

And I said, “_____.” You know, like a liar. - @hoboal87​

I like ____ and I cannot lie. - @mskathywriteswords​

I kissed a ____ and I liked it. - @fangirlxwritesx67

I’m just a notch in your bedpost, but you’re just _____. - @welcome-to-the-sin-zone​

Sweet dreams are made of ____. - @watermelonlipstick​

With great power comes _____. - @walkingaline

Everything was going according to plan until _____. - @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad & @hogwartstoalexandria

 _____ and the horrible, no good, very bad day. - @supraveng​

_____ is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off. - @downanddirtydean​

If the Apocalypse comes, ___. - @allducksloveloveloveme

My love language is ______.  - @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior​

HYDRA was disappointed to realize that they’d used the wrong code words and activated the _____ soldier instead of the Winter Soldier. - @princessmisery666​

As part of his recovery from brainwashing, Bucky tried _____. 

I’m sorry I blacked out, tried to kill you, and _______

My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy long walks on the beach and ____. - @writethelifeyouwant

He showed up naked, covered in ____. 

Their first kiss was interrupted by ____. - @mamagynger

I knew the spell had gone wrong when ______. 

I love the smell of ____ in the morning. - @rockhoochie​

Awww, _____, no. 

How did Steve Rogers lose his virginity? 

What does Dean Winchester call his penis? - @wi-deangirl77

Why is the rum gone? 

Why so serious?

What did the latest upgrade to Bucky’s arm include?

Who the hell is Bucky? 

What’s the best way to pass the time during quarantine? - @rpsocsandcanonohmy

What’s my secret fantasy? 

Driver picks the music, shotgun ______.

Please keep entries under 4K words. It takes a lot of time to read all your stories and give them the attention they deserve, and honestly, the shorter the better! They also need to be standalones and not part of an existing story. 

I do not read rape, incest, or any romantic pairing involving SPN Lucifer. If you think your content might squick me out, it never hurts to message me and double-check. 

I will read everything and reblog with detailed feedback. Please make it easy for me? Proofread, use a "keep reading" cut, warn appropriately, etc etc. 

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Deadline is January 1, 2022. 

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[please-buckme]

Madripoor.

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: smutty 18+, oral (m! Receiving), cursing, a lot of saliva

Summary: you meet Bucky at Sharon’s party.

The music thunderously blasts through the speakers as the party raged on. People grinding and kissing while their drinks splashed to the beat. The lights danced around the room, sprinkling around the party goers like confetti at a parade. And then there was you, totally drunk and having the time of your life.

The music ran through your body just like the alcohol you’d consumed. Madripoor was the place to be if you were looking for a good time, innocent or not so innocent. You found your way here after leaving home so many years ago. This was your place, you couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, especially after living here for so long. You’d die of boredom if you ever decided to leave.

Tonight you were at a fellow colleagues party; Sharon Carter. You ultimately came to do some business with her. She had something you wanted and you paid a hefty price to get it. Once you dealt with the matter at hand, you joined the party. Sharon danced and chatted with you but didn't have a drink herself. She told you she had business to attend to later.

Your eyesight was a little blurry when you scanned the crowd of people, but you suddenly had 20/20 vision when your eyes landed on them.

“Who are they?” You asked Sharon.

“Ah, the business I’m attending to later.” She smirked.

“Sharon!” You swatted her shoulder. “Good for you, girl.”

“Oh, God. No. Not like that. I mean, we have actual business to attend to later. You’re disgusting.” She scuffed, cringing at the idea of being with either man.

Your eyes locked with the icy blue ones that stared back at you, almost beakening you to come over. He smirked, his gaze roamed down your body, drinking in your features as you rubbed your thighs together.

“Mind if I introduce myself?” You ask, absentmindedly handing off your drink to Sharon.

“Um, sure. Go right ahead.”

The piercing blue eyes never left yours when you started walking across the dance floor to him.

“Hi.” He said flatly. You giggled, finding his grumpy demeanor kinda cute.

“Hi.” You say back, grabbing his hand. If you hadn’t lived in Madripoor for so long with all the crazy things that go on here daily, you would’ve been shocked to feel the cool metal of his hand against your palm. But you didn’t even flinch, if anything it made you want him more.

“What’s your name?” You asked, still shaking his hand.

“Ah, Winter Soldier.” He said nervously. “Yours?” “Summer Civilian.” Bucky grinned down at you, pausing the shaking of your hands and just held it there between the two of you.

“Ha ha.”

“Tell me your real name and I’ll tell you mine.” You challenge.

“I’m sort of in the middle of something- Ah, I’m undercover.” He released your hand to run his own through his hair anxiously.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” You challenge him again.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your ear almost causes you to whimper, “I’m Bucky.”

You smile when he stands straight again, “I’m y/n.”“It’s nice to meet you, y/n.” He takes your hand and shakes it again.

“Same to you, Bucky.” You stand staring at one another until the other man breaks the sexual tension that’s blossoming against you and Bucky.

“I’m Sa- I mean Smiling Tiger.” He corrects.

You can’t help but to bust out laughing, “Smiling Tiger. You can’t be serious. That man is one of my biggest clients. I’m not buying that cover for one second. At least Bucky came up with a fake name.”

Bucky huffed out a laugh like sigh. The man claiming to be Smiling Tiger just rolled his eyes and walked away. You giggled staring down at your feet and back up to Bucky. He was gorgeous. He wore an all black suit that clung perfectly to his toned body. His large biceps were outlined to perfection and the pants he wore did his thighs a great justice. You wanted him and you wanted him now.

“Would you like to talk somewhere more.. private?” You asked, hanging your arms over his shoulders. You’d forgotten how drunk you were until you felt the weight of your arms on his shoulders. He didn’t seem to mind though.

“I- I shouldn’t. Like I said I’m in the middle of something right now. I have to stay where they can find me.” He gasps when your lips attach to his neck.

You smirk against his neck, “That’s fine. We can have fun right where we are.” One of your hands slides down his chest and past his toned stomach until your hand reaches its final destination on his crotch.

“Wow wow wow” he panicked and grabbed your wrist. “Are you crazy? We could get arrested for public indecency or something.”

You laughed hysterically, his innocence towards the situation made a warmth bubble up in your chest.

You lean in to him drunkenly as your fingers pad over his chest, “Bucky baby, this is Madripoor. Look around you. Everyone here is doing something that should be considered illegal. I could sink down to my knees and take you each by each in to my mouth and nobody would even blink.”

Bucky groaned at your words. You could tell he’d been deprived of sexual relations just by the way he reacted to your fingers dancing across his chest and the dirty words you spoke.

“Would you like that, Bucky? Would you like to watch me choke on your cock in front of all these people?” You ask. Your fingers made their way back down his body but found his hard cock this time. You gasped, “You would like that, dirty boy.”

“Goddammit” He cursed, pulling at your wrist again as he bulldozed through the crowd on the way to the bathroom. The door was locked when he smashed his way through. Two people had the same idea as you, they sat against the sink until Bucky ordered them to leave. With no hesitation, they ran through the now busted door. “So demanding.” You teased.

“On your fucking knees, Princess.” He ordered, latching the door.

You whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” You did as you were told, sitting on your knees in front of him while he unclasped his belt.

“You wanna suck my dick so bad,” he grunted, undoing the zipper and shimmying his pants down to his ankles. “Then you’re gonna. You're not coming up off that floor until I say. And when I’m done with your mouth, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, you got that?”

“Oh, God. Yes.” You agree, pulling his underwear down his legs to release him. His cock spring free, slapping against his shirt.

Precum dripped from his tip and you whimpered. Bucky was larger than you’d expected, in length and girth. The veins of his cock pulsed in your hand when you started stroking him slowly. The tip was bright red and in need of release, which you had no problem in helping with that.

Once your lips closed around the tip, Bucky knitted his fingers into your hair and shoved his cock as far as he could down your throat. You gag as saliva collects in your mouth and runs down your chin. He pulls out and thrusts back in hard.

“This is what you want, right? To gag on my cock?” He grunts when you flick your tongue at his base. You just nod and gargle incoherent praise around him.

He starts with rough, slow thrusts, slamming in and out until your throat is nice and open for him. Then he fucks your face properly. You know by this point your makeup is completely ruined/gone due to the tears and drool running down your face.

At one point Bucky pulled out completely just to look at your fucked out state. His flesh hand roughly fingered your mouth, then smeared your own spit over your face.

“God, you’re so filthy.” He whimpered and then lined himself up with your mouth again, “You take me so well, Baby. Rub that pussy for me. Get it nice and ready for me.”

You moan against him and run your fingers over your wet folds. You insert one finger and whimper. You were soaked. Your wetness dripped down your thighs and onto the bathroom floor. You added another finger, hoping to stretch your walls enough for Bucky to glad right in. “Does it feel good, Baby?” He asked in a patronizing tone. You nodded, “Is your pussy ready for me now?”

He released you suddenly and your saliva dripped from his cock and your mouth to the floor. You’d already made such a mess of the bathroom and all you’d done was suck his cock.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, my pussy’s so ready for your cock.” You whine still stroking him.

He smirks down at you, grabbing your chin, “I’ll be the judge of that.” He lifts you from the floor with only his metal arm and carries you to the counter.

“Vibranium?” You ask.

“Yeah.” He answers confused as to how you’d know that.

“Nice.” You hustled for a living and vibranium was something everybody wanted. You were gonna get that arm somehow.

He sat you on the counter and positioned himself between your legs. You shimmied your dress up to your waist and lined him up to your entrance. Before he pushed in he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. His lips felt warm and full against yours.

For a guy that was out of practice, his lips worked your mouth like his life depended on it. They were soft and inviting. His tongue roamed your mouth so delicately that you barely even noticed it was there. This was Bucky, the real Bucky.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth as he pushed his cock inside you. Both your moans filled the room as he bottomed out inside you. He entered you slowly before pulling out and slamming into you. You yelped when you felt him right at your hilt, the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter.

“You're so deep, Bucky.” You whimpered.

“I know, Baby, I know. Just relax.” His thrusts were slower, helping you adjust. He praised you each time he bottomed out inside you, “You’re doing so good for me.” He’d say.

Once your walls relaxed around him, he picked up speed. He was holding back, you could tell, but was still pounding into you. Your hands wandered down to his ass as you coaxed him into going a little rough.

He got the hint immediately. He pulled out completely then slammed back in making your legs quiver. Then he pulled out again and flipped you over the sink. He reinserted himself and fucked you from behind. Somehow he felt even bigger in this position.

“Bucky-“ You moaned just before he brought his fingers down to your clit. “Yes- just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

There was a mirror in front of you and he made eye contact with you the whole time he took you from behind.

Bucky owned you in this moment. He was marking you as his with his cock as he pounded into you. And by the way he rubbed at your clit, he was making sure you’d never find another man that fucked you like he did.

Your eyes clenched shut when the knot in your stomach was on the verge of snapping.

“Bucky, I’m- oh fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” You managed whimpered out.

“Cum for me. I’ve got you. Cum for me, Princess.” With that he picked up his pace just enough to push you over the edge. He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, driving his cock deeper inside you. You mewled as your climax peaked. Your walls clenched around him as your warm cum drenched his cock.

“That’s it, Baby. Oh, God, I can feel it, I can feel it. Give it all to me, Baby.” Bucky groaned and rubbed your clit a little more aggressively, making you jolt in his arms.

“You're gonna make me cum, too. Where do you want it?” He asks, still pounding into you.

“Let’s finish how we started, in my mouth.” He pulls out and you sink to the floor and insert him back into your mouth. You taste your wetness along with your cum as you suck him dry.

“That’s it. Just like that- fuck I’m cumming, Princess.” He groaned and stuttered his hips as he busted on your tongue. You hummed as his spend coated your tongue and throat. He had a unique taste. Cum usually didn't taste all that great but his did. He was salty and sweet, like salted caramel popcorn on Christmas.

He pulled out and collapsed on the floor next to you. You looked at each other, breathing hard and smiled.

“That was-“

“Incredible” You finished the sentence for him.

“Yeah” He chuckled.

“I guess you should get going. They’re probably looking for you by now.” You assured him.

“Yeah.” He repeated, “That was amazing, though. You were amazing. Thank you.”

You giggled, “Don't mention it.” You paused, locking eyes with each other for a moment until Bucky leaned in and kissed you again. The same softness from before that made you a little lightheaded. “Will I see you again?” You asked, breaking the kiss.

“Definitely.” He whispered, standing up now and tucking himself back into his pants.

“Good because next time that arm is mine.”

Bucky gave you a wide eyed look, “What?” He laughed.

“I want that arm, Bucky.”

He walked over towards, planting one final kiss to your lips. “You’ll get my arm, just not the way you're expecting.” He smirked before running out the bathroom door to look for the fake Smiling Tiger.

If Bucky did ever come back, you know you’ll never let him leave again.

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[love4buckybarnes]

HERE IN BROOKLYN

Summary: Stuck for the night in Brooklyn, New York, Y/N meets a stranger at the bar. At first it seemed like a one night stand, but the more time they spend together, the harder it is to let go.

Bucky Barnes x Reader. SMUT WARNING-unprotected sex, oral receiving male&female, and steamy hot.

A/N: hope you enjoy this one. I had a pleasure to writing this one. My inbox is open for anonymous requests.

“This can’t be happening right now!” Y/N exclaimed at the woman behind the desk. “When will the next flight be?”

This was the cherry on top of one of the worst weeks of her life. Her asshole of a boss sent her on a work trip to Brooklyn, New York, in the middle of winter. She worked as a marketing agent for a sales business. Earlier morning on this day, she pitched her strategies to a potential client. It was important because this was the last opportunity to prove herself to her boss. Unfortunately, they rejected her ideas and upon hearing the bad news, she was fired on the spot over the phone. So, here she was at the airport only trying to get back home.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, there’s nothing I can do,” the check-in clerk apologized to calm the frantic woman the best she could. “Because of the oncoming storm, all flights have been canceled until further notice. We will post new flights once we feel it’s safe.” She turned her attention elsewhere to help another customer.

Y/N stood there for a minute, dumbfounded, before storming away. “This is bullshit,” she muttered under her breath.

White powder fell from the sky, covering the ground in a blanket of snow. Icy, bitter air nipped at any exposed skin. Y/N could see the fog of her frustrated breaths. She tightened the thick coat around her as the snow quickened its pace. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the cold. Everything felt like it was crashing down on her. Finally, after waiting in the freezing snowfall, the headlights of the cab appeared in the distance.

• • • • •

Bucky laid there on the couch in his living room, listening to the low hum of the TV. All he wanted was to get some much-needed sleep. Whenever his eyes closed, instead of darkness, he would see memories of his past fill his mind. He’s seen a therapist. Any progress he makes, the doubts that whispered in his head held him back. It wasn’t going to be that easy, he knew that. Nothing he could do can change or erase what he’s done.

Instead of some shut-eye he grabbed his coat, and he found himself wandering outside in the cold. He made his way to the local bar down the street.

Bucky took a sip of the bitter liquid that calmed his nerves. Even though he couldn’t get drunk, he still enjoyed the taste and the burn in his throat. With enhanced hearing, his ears picked up the faint sound of boots walking to where he was sitting. In the corner of his eyes, he watched the woman sit down next to him.

“3 shots please,” she requested to the bartender, voice distressed. She choked one down as soon as they have been set down in front of her.

His head cocked to the side to get a better look. Her beauty struck him. She was absolutely breathtaking. Bloodshot eyes met his briefly. He noted the puffiness around the fragile skin as if she had been crying.

Bucky couldn’t help himself. He leaned over, so she could hear him over the loud music and voices. “Rough night?”

The second shot glass was raised up and she paused, looking at him. “Could be better,” she replied dryly. The clear liquid passed her lips. She cringed at the taste in her mouth.

“Yeah, mine too.” He took another sip of his beer. “Are you from around here?”

She shook her head. “I’m here for a business, or was,” she explained. “My boss fired me today because I didn’t get the contract... I was supposed to fly back home tonight until they canceled the flight. So now I’m here.”

Bucky’s face scrunched up at what she said. “Yeah. You’re night is much worse than mine. I’m sorry. That definitely sucks.” He swiveled the stool around that he sat on to face her and stuck out his human arm. “I’m Bucky.”

She looked down at his hand, hesitant at first, before placing hers in his. “Y/N.” She shifted in her seat to get a better look at him, she recognized him. “Wait a second, you’re the Winter Soldier. I’ve watched you on the news.” Y/N found him attractive. The long dark hair she’s seen him with on TV was cut short, and he had the most striking blue eyes she had ever seen.

Not being used to people recognizing him, he looked away. He was mostly afraid they would judge him for the bad things he did, instead of the good. “Which side of me have you seen?”

Y/N frowned at this. “Both. I like the good Bucky.” She drank down the last shot.

Bucky went to say something else but tensed up when her arm reached out, a hand grabbing on to his. Normally, he would freak out whenever someone touched him out of nowhere. That was then, so he relaxed.

She tugged on him. “We should go dance. This is my favorite song.”

At first, he stalled, staying in his seat. “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I don’t really dance.”

Y/N ignored his protests and continued to drag him on to the dance floor. She stumbled on her own feet, feeling fuzzy from the alcohol.

Bucky was a bit uncertain, but he followed her anyway. She swayed her hips to the beat with a grin on her face. He stood there, not knowing what to do, nor did he have any intentions to join her. That was until a pair of arms wrapped around his neck. On instinct, he placed his hands on her waist. He decided he needed to loosen up and live a little, mimicking her movements.

Y/N had a boost of confidence from the booze running through her veins. She pushed herself up on to her tippy-toes and pressed her lips on to his.

For a second he was frozen in shock. A rush of something unexplainable came over him, telling him to kiss her back. His palms moved to each side of her face as the kiss deepened. “Want to get out of here?” he asked against her lips. Y/N nodded, and that’s all it took for Bucky to lead her back out into the cold.

• • • • •

As soon as they made it inside of his apartment, she was against the wall, Bucky hot on her tail. Their mouths locked in an intense kiss. Bucky kicked the door closed with his foot as he moved his mouth roughly against hers. His human-hand was placed at the small of her back, guiding her hips to brush against him. Y/N panted for breath when he tore away to pepper her exposed neck with kisses, her head lolling to the side to give him better access.

Bucky had a sudden sense of nerves, causing him to pause his pursuit. “To be honest, I haven’t done this in a long time.” The words he spoke came out in shaky whispers.

She looked at him in a dazed way, her eyes filled with lust. “Do you want to stop?”

To answer her question, Bucky kissed her again. His tongue that wove into her accepting mouth found hers, and they danced together. He hoisted her up by her thighs, her legs wounding themselves around him. By the time they reached his bedroom, most of Y/N’s clothes were thrown every which way, leaving her in only her bra and underwear. Bucky’s mouth made a trail from her lips to her neck. His lips traveled further down to find the curve of one of her breasts. With ease, he popped the clasp of the undergarment and tossed it behind him. Y/N arches at the warmth of his tongue flicking against her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth. Teeth grazed the swollen bud while his hand massaged the other.

“You’re overdressed,” she said, breaking the silence. She gripped the bottom of his shirt. He lifted his arms to assist her.

For a second Bucky’s insecurities got to him and closed his eyes tight, scared of what she’ll think of his metal arm. But all his fears washed away when she didn’t even acknowledge it, pulling him closer towards her. Y/N’s hand found the zipper to his jeans and he kicked them off, his briefs following in the same direction.

He hooked his hands, one on her hip and one on her thigh. Before she knew it, she felt the dip of the bed under her weight as she sunk into the sheets. Their bodies pressed ever so close together, skin to skin. Lips locked, his fingers lacing into her hair. Once again, he let his lips wonder her body until they reached the spot where she wanted to feel them the most.

Hot breath brushed against her clothed core. A cool sensation ran along her slit. Without a warning, her thong was torn off. Light feather kisses littered the inside of her thighs.

A breathy moan seeped out when she finally felt his wet mouth encase her pussy. He suckled on the bundle of nerves. The flat of his tongue licked up in a slow motion. He wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. The cold feeling came back. She shivered in response as it pressed its way into her entrance. She twitched and writhed under his touch.

Tension rose inside her as she was reaching her peak. At the sound of her moans and motions of her squirming, the movements of his tongue on her clit quickened its pace. His metal fingers moved in a rhythmic motion inside her. She screamed out his name. Her orgasm washed into his mouth, and he sucked her clean.

Bucky crawled back up and kissed her, the taste of herself on his lips exciting her. She flipped them over, wanting to return the favor. Without wasting time, she took his rather large length in her mouth. Tongue flicked and circled around the head.

“Shit baby. That feels incredible,” he said through gritted teeth. His hands found themself tangled into her hair.

She bobbed up and down, massaging his balls. He quivered at the sensations he was feeling. Before he could let go just yet, he pulled her up and was back on top, his knee spreading her legs apart.

They shuddered in unison when the tip of his groin brushed against her entrance. Not being able to contain it any longer, he shoved the rest of his dick all the way inside as far as it could go. He groaned in pleasure at her wetness.

Bucky went slowly at first. He wanted to avoid hurting her, but she urged him to speed up. Her nails dug into his shoulders, crying in ecstasy. His breath fanned over the side of her face and bare skin.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” he growled out in a hungry tone. He pounded in to her in fierce strokes. She felt extraordinary against him.

“Me too,” she moaned out, her eyes rolling back.

They both let out a series of almost animalistic moans, the rush of their release sending them into complete bliss. Bucky collapsed on top of her, propping himself up so he doesn’t crush her. He rolled to one side of the bed. Y/N followed him, her arm and leg slung over his torso. Bucky pressed a kiss to her temple, wrapping his arms around her too. The two laid there breathless, like they had the wind knocked out of them.

• • • • •

“Careful, it’s hot,” Bucky warned her, handing her a mug of steaming hot tea. He took a seat next to her on the couch with a cup for himself.

“Thanks.” She sighed at the warmth the mug gave off to her hands, the heat soothing her insides. They were fully dressed and shared a large blanket that bundled around them.

The rest of the night was spent sat on the couch together, talking and getting to know each other. Y/N spoke about small bits of her life, and he told her some things he remembered before he became the Winter Soldier, back when Captain America was his best friend. Soon enough, they both drifted off to sleep against each other. And for once, rather than nightmares, Bucky had pleasant dreams.

The weather cleared up the next day. Bucky and Y/N spent most of it wondering around Brooklyn. He showed her around to some of his favorite places.

Bucky quickly grew fond of Y/N. He felt at ease around her, which is something that he hasn’t experienced in a long time. Was it crazy to say it is love at first sight? The things he was feeling, he wished it would never go away. Everything about her made him crave and want more. The little quirks she did like her laugh and the way her eyes crinkled. And when she got shy, she would play with her hair. Y/N’s presence enticed him. The usual worries, the negative thoughts, and all else that beat at Bucky daily went away.

Y/N sensed it too. She saddened more when the day went by. Being around Bucky, she felt light on air as if she was floating and like she was on Cloud 9. There was something in her that was begging her to stay. It told her not to board that flight and go home. But she was afraid of being vulnerable so fast. She was also not used to change.

Later on, they found themselves at a park. Both sat down on a bench, watching families play on the snow and people all around them.

Bucky turned to her. Those steel-blue eyes that were starting to tug on the strings of her heart held sadness. “Do you really have to go?” he asked, his voice gloomy.

Y/N thought for a moment. She almost wanted to say no. “I should get back home.”

“Or you could stay,” he pushed. “You’d like it here and would be happier here. It’s New York. There are opportunities here, you could find a better job, and there’s me.”

Something rubbed her the wrong way. She stood up, whirling around to face him. “You only met me last night, and you already think you know what’s best for me?”

He was taken aback at her outburst. His hands went up in a defensive stance. “No, not at all,” he said quickly. “I’m sorry that you thought that. I just don’t want this to end.”

“You’re just being selfish. I’m sure there’s plenty of girls that you could pick up at the bar that I’m sure would be happy to have sex with you,” Y/N snapped out. Her own words surprised her. As soon as they left her mouth, she regretted them.

Bucky was confused at her words. “You assume that I picked you up at the bar just for sex? Is that what you think all of this was? And hey by the way, you’re the one who came on to me.”

Y/N jabbed at his chest. “Yeah, well, I was upset and had a bit to drink. I didn’t think it would go any further than this.” She wasn’t even upset at him. She honestly didn’t know why she was mad. Maybe it was the fact that .

The commotion stirred attention from a couple of bystanders as they watched the scene unfold.

“I’m not just some guy that uses girls. That’s not me at all,” he retorted back, standing up too.

Y/N became distraught and emotional. Her eyes watered with fresh tears. “It shouldn’t have gone further than it has. I’m supposed to move here all because you got caught in your feelings? Well, I did too. We have to say goodbye.”

“But it doesn’t have to end now. I feel something for once in the longest time.” Bucky felt his stomach turn. His fists balled at his side, clenching and unclenched.

“I’m sorry, Bucky,” she croaked out. “I can’t stay. I can’t change everything suddenly for you when we just met.” She turned on her heels and ran off, hurrying down the park. She waved down a nearby taxi.

Bucky just stood there watching what could be the start of his life drive away. The cab disappeared, and his head lowered. He felt stupid. He knew he was in the wrong. She had every right to feel and think like she did. At first, he thought about just forgetting it and going home. But he didn’t. He couldn’t let it go. “Fuck!” he blurted out loudly, scaring the surrounding individuals. He raced down the street and flagged down a taxi as well.

Y/N grabbed her stuff from the conveyor belt. She got there just in time. The plane that will take her home had just landed. Her mind was swirling with many emotions. She felt the guilt eat away at her for being mad at Bucky. She couldn’t blame him. He had been through so much. All he wanted was something good for once. She also wanted it so badly too. But her life isn’t here. She wasn’t about to put it on hold.

Before she could make another step forward, she felt a cold touch on her shoulder. Y/N recognized it as the metal arm that belonged to Bucky. He spun her around. She went to speak, but lost her train of thought when a pair of lips came crashing down on hers.

A few seconds into the kiss, Bucky pulled away. He placed his hands on either side of her face, forcing her to look at him. His eyes said everything. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, doll,” he whispered. “It wasn’t my intention to make you feel like you had to change your life. You’re right. I was being selfish. I just, I felt different around you. For once, when I’m around you I was at peace. All the worries and darkness that I have, is pushed aside. It felt so good to have a sense of freedom from the constant battle I have everyday. I didn’t want to lose that.”

Tears fell from Y/N’s eyes at his confession. His thumbs quickly swept them away. “I’m sorry too, for getting mad at you. I let my emotions and doubts get to me. I know you’ve been through a lot. I’m so grateful that I make you feel that way.”

He kissed her again, this time it was soft and full of promises. “You’ll come back, right?” he asked, hopeful.

Y/N smiled, nodding. “Yes. Yes, of course I will, Bucky. I promise.”

They shared one last kiss. It wasn’t a goodbye. It meant see you soon.

Y/N kept that promise.

• • • • •

She leaned against the window, looking out. The plane has just landed. Y/N gleamed with happiness and excitement. She couldn’t help the smile that lit up her face.

‘Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to JFK Airport. It is 7:43 pm and 60 degrees out.’

Her happy thoughts drowned out the rest of what the captain was saying. It was the end of March. The snow has melted away. Here she was, back in New York.

Bucky sat at the bar, beer in hand. His mind wandered with delight. He couldn’t stop thinking about it all day today and yesterday. Mid-sip, his extraordinary hearing, his ears perked up at the sound of heels approaching him.

“Rough night?”

His lips curved up in a grin. That voice was something he was impatiently waiting to hear again. Setting the bottle down, he swung around. There she was. The woman who has not left his mind ever since they met stood right in front of him.

“Actually, my night just became even better,” he spoke. The grin on his face broke out into the dorkiest smile.

Y/N’s matched his. “I have some good news to share.”

He arched his brow in response.

She sat down on the stool next to him. “I got an internship,” she began to say. “And if they like me enough, a permanent job. Here in New York to be exact.”

Bucky’s heart swelled, as if it was going to burst out of his chest. He reached over and kissed her. Oh, how much he missed those addicting lips. He pulled away. “That is wonderful. I’m so happy for you. Congratulations, Doll.”

“The good thing is that the people I’m working with I’ve personally worked with in the past,” she said. “So it’s almost a guarantee.”

“Well, we need to celebrate. How about I take you on a proper date?”

Y/N’s heart soared. “I can’t say no to that.”

This was the beginning of a new start for both of them, together.