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therapyandprozac · 6 days ago

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I’m new to reposting reblogs I feel like I’m doing it wrong 🙈🙈 thank you so much for all the overnight love for this fic 🥰

Title: Lollipop

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: consent king, edging, ruined orgasams, oral f! and m!receiving, fingering, super soldier stamina, brief face fucking(he looses control), arm is vibrator hehe, honorifics, so much cum talk, cream pie, lil breeding kink

Description: Upon rereading and editing all I can say in my defense is ovulation got me down bad. Oh and I kept the TSwift references to a minimum but ya know not zero, whoops 😏

You toyed with his business card between your dexterous fingers, debating the morality of calling your tutor at 11:37pm. Reflecting on the one and only session you had with him, just a few hours ago his eyes laid on yours for the first time. Piercing blue eyes undressing you slowly in his head through the lesson, you did the same to be fair. Imagining pulling that long scarf down, revealing his neck. The sound his coat would make falling gently to the floor, as your hands would explore his crisp white button down…

Shaking your head back to reality, to the ten digits printed in silver lettering on the sturdy cardstock dancing within your hand. The day dream just solidified your conviction, holding the card firmly in your hand now. You call the number, expecting an answering machine given the time.

“Bit late don’t you think?” He answers the phone with a question.

“Y-yeah sorry,” You stutter out before introducing yourself being cut off halfway.

“You think I didn’t save your number in my phone?” Sassy is the only word you can think to associate his voice with.

“I made that good of an impression, huh?” with a smile you respond.

“Doll, you’re the sexiest person to ever step foot in my classroom, I’d be remiss if I didn’t remember you.” Your eyes widen as you blush, you’re so happy he’s not here to see that.

“So if I said that I called because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” A dark chuckle comes from the other line. “What would you say to that?” You finish your suggestively open question.

“1719 Alpine Street, come to me.”

“Oh gods yes sir.” He hangs up the phone and you race for your keys before seeing yourself in your doorway mirror. ‘Oh hell no.’ You think to yourself before running upstairs to change. Stripping your comfy clothes fully before getting to your closet. You pick a long sleeved black lace dress, sure you’re only wearing it for him to take it off of you, but as you look back into the mirror, it’s definitely worth it. A long drive filled with anticipation and shifting thighs, as you imagine his intoxicating eyes and all of the times his tongue swiped across his lips during your lesson. As you pull into his dark driveway you can’t wait to be wrapped up in his arms.

Sauntering up to his front door, you knock once before the door opens with a whoosh, his metal hand grasping the knob. A Henley dark blue almost black, sleeves rolled up just above his elbows, it hugs his incredibly well toned form. Dark grey sweatpants hang loosely, doing nothing to hide the fact he's been anticipating your arrival as well. He invites you in like he’s not bulging right before your eyes.

“So happy you called.” He whispers once the door is closed, grabbing your wrist and pulls you into this incredible kiss, chaste and simple but unforgettable. Having a look around as he steps to the nearby bar grabbing two glasses and a full bottle he leads you to a den type living room with a roaring fire in the fireplace.

“Your house is beautiful, professor.” You look at the fine detailing around the room you’re in.

“It’s Bucky,” he hands you the bottle of wine. “Check the seal.” You inspect the bottle, it's brand new.

“Thank you.” You whisper hesitantly at his wordless understanding of your fears.

“Always check.” He nods with you while he opens the bottle with a corkscrew. Filling both glasses nearly all the way full you chuckle.

“You trying to get be drunk sir?”

“Without question, yes.” He winks “But firsts,” pulling the drink away when you reach for it, placing them on the coffee table he turns back to you. “What do you want from tonight?” He isn’t touching you, though you can see in his eyes that he wants to cling to your flesh like his life depended on it.

“What do you mean?” You ask genuinely.

“You called me, I invited you over and kissed you, that’s all that’s happened so far. So I repeat, what do you want from tonight?” His face remains unreadable giving you full choice in this situation. He looks in his mid 40’s, very well put together and you are loving how consent driven he is. Stepping into his personal space not touching him but close enough that you feel the heat radiating off his body.

“When I met you I knew you were different, fuck am I glad I was right.” Your right hand grabs his large bicep. “I want you Bucky, your fingers,” Lacing your left hand in between his fingers. “your mouth,” your lips place gentle kisses up his neck. “your cock.” You whisper against the skin of his ear. A chuckle escapes him but his hands remain by his side, what more do you have to say to get him to touch you. “Fuck! Fuck me please!” You shouted.

“When I saw you I wanted to taste you, your sweet cunt taunting me under your skirt.” Licking his lips he hums a distant look in his eyes. He pushes you onto the couch before dropping to his knees, he places the glass in your hand.

Before kissing up your legs, once you’re about halfway done your glass he starts gently parting your legs. Peppering kisses up your thighs as he groans smelling you with a deep inhale he closes his eyes and savors the time between your legs, you see a smile on his lips before his tongue slips past them and up your dripping slit.

A hum from deep within his chest as he dives in, his nose stimulating your clit in an odd but very welcome way. Your hand reaches down and grips his thick fluffy hair, rolling your hips against his face. He gets the message and wraps his large hands around your hips and pulls you in tight. Gasping and groaning you grind against him, his licking and lapping make you pant and moan.

Your orgasam is barely held at bay when one of his hands leaves your hip and his fingertip traces your entrance teasing you. His eyes lock to yours, crows feet grow around his intense eyes as he smiles, he plunges two long fingers deep inside you.

“Gods yes, Bucky fuck!” You shout as you cum, your fingers twisting in his hair. His fingers do not stop as he stands up and licks his lips, you move to take off his pants needing him.

“No, no sweet thing, one more.” He smiles patiently though you're pawing at him.

“Want to touch you sir.” Gasps sweet gasps escape your lips desperate for air or release.

“Patience doll, all in good time. If tonight is all I get, I want to savor you.”

“Why do you think this is the only time?” You say between pants and gasps.

“I don’t, but just in case my kitten.” He purrs before adding another finger into your hungry cunt. Your back arches as he curls his fingers, there’s a slightly blank expression on his face. As if he is memorizing every movement of your body and sound that slips across your lips.

“Kiss me?” You pant sounding more desperate than you intended too.

“With pleasure.” He speeds up his pace as he leans forward with a gentle smile on his face. After leaving a breathtaking kiss he takes off his Henley, you intake his bulky and perfectly toned form. A hum from deep within your chest as your eyes wander over his scars and rippling muscles. He continues stripping, moving to his slacks and boxer briefs. The “V” of flesh that leads your eyes down and between his thick thighs, saliva swells as you imagine how heavy and full he’d feel in your mouth. Sitting on the bed across from you, you speak up.

“Can I eat you please.” You stare eagerly at his throbbing erection.

“Gently.” He chuckles.

“Only want to lick and swallow you sir.” You can see in his eyes that it's been a while and you smirk. “I have a question, professor.” Crawling up the bed on your hands and knees, licking up his thighs. “If I suck two from you,” Up on your knees resting against his chest by now, looking down at him with your fingers gripped in his hair. “Could you still fuck the absolute devil out of me?”

“Doll, I could fuck you through tomorrow.” His lip where it meets his nose twitches as he holds the dominance over the situation, despite this potentially submissive position you’ve put him in.

You smile and purr before wordlessly adjusting to be on your knees bent over his cock, fluttering your lips up his shaft licking occasionally. Teasing is the point, you wanted to make him wait, make him shake and beg for mercy. The image in your head drives you to lick a long wet stipe from his balls to the tip. Irregular breathing from above drives you to take his aching cock into your hot mouth. Taking your time sucking and toying with the tip, feeling him shift impatiently you reach one of your hands to hold his balls gently only playing with them when he would get antsy and want for more. You work his shaft slowly down your throat, soft pulses up and down just agonizingly slow he is a groaning mess.

“Please please kitten.” Hips jolting as the words fall whimpering past his lips, loving the way he squirms under you. “Don’t stop, fuck please, doll yes!” You suck him hard and deep throat him, how could you not he’s begging so beautifully. Humming and lapping around him, balls fondle between your fingers, as he wraps his hands into your hair finally taking control as he fucks into your throat. Choking around him as he cums, so far down your throat you don’t even taste him until he pulls out. “Fuck, are you okay? I got carried away.” You look up at him, nodding with glassy eyes, a wide smile and saliva running down your chin.

His thumb wipes your chin with a cocked smile, his hand traces up your thighs to your pussy. Two fingers run from the bottom of your hole up to your clit, using your slick as lube he violently shakes his metal hand.

“Ahh woah Bucky fuck.” His hand feels like a vibrator, you lift your head and bite his neck. His right hand finds your nipple, squeezing and rolling the swollen bud between his fingertips. “No why, just fuck me Buck please!” You beg as he ruins your orgasam, whining and being shut up by lips on yours.

“We,” He starts between violent kisses, getting on his knees to match your stance. “Like to edge each other, we should,” He grunts as he pushes you onto your back, feeling where your legs are bent together, up to your pussy. “do something with that one day.”

“Stop planning for the future and put your cock in me Buck please.” Wrapping your long legs around his waist.

“Like learning things about you.” he pants against your lips. “So demanding,” pushing himself inside you, your head falls back as your spine arches. “Didn’t know you before today,” Soft hip rolls he uses to punctuate his words. “But I’ve been waiting for this, for you.” He whispers against the shell of your ear, while his cock is deep inside you. You roll your hips desperately, foggy headed all you can think about is the feeling of him filling you in a way no one ever has and his lips glued to your neck.

“Professor Barnes, you fit perfectly li- like you were made for my cunt.” He huffs his head rolling, light headed as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock.

“You’re so tight and warm, shit,” He pants. “Don't know, think you were made for me.” You’re loving the way his well put together speech pattern is falling apart as he gets closer and closer.

“Just for you sir.” You gasp as he speeds up his thrusts. “Bucky,” your voice just a whisper. “Can I cum please?” A whimper slips his lip.

“You asked so nice, doll. Please cum around me, let me feel how tight you can grip me love.” He whispers into your ear, repositioning himself into a deeper angle just right. You shout as your orgasam rips through your body.

“Fuck Bucky, how are you so,” A moan rips “so deep? Can feel all of you Buck, your veins pulse against me, torcherously hot, I feel everything, I want more. Do you know what the matepress is, sir?” You whisper just barely audible, he hums and moves your body with great ease into position. “I could see it in your eyes, something deep and dark, let it loose please.” You look up into his icey eyes. “That need within you, fuck me like you’ll find it in me sir.” His hips follow your command.

“Don’t say shit like that, I’ll never let you go.”

“I hadn’t finished.” You blush between moans and gasps as he perfectly satisfies what you asked for. “Fill me, cum deep inside me please.” Tears sting at your eyes as a fantasy and a dream of a man collide in this moment.

“As you wish.” He says before biting a large chunk of your flesh definitely enough pressure to leave a bruise. You gasp and moan. “Cum for me princess, you’re so desperate for it, pull what you want from me baby.” He whispers and licks over his bite mark. Still thrusting into you with great strength, your legs start to shake as your last orgasam drags out of you, but pulls him deeper into you.

“Take what’s yours doll.” He bottoms out, breaking the crest of your cervix finally as he cums, holding himself in place deep inside you.

“It’s so warm, sir you fill me, fuck me, so good Bucky. Mine!” You shouted, glad he didn’t have neighbors who would’ve most definitely heard. Your brain stops working as you black out. When you come to you are clean and tucked in tightly next to your large tutor.

“Mine.” He echos your last coherent thought with his metal arm grasping around your throat in a way that should be threatening, but just makes you melt into his body.

“Yours sir, all yours if you’ll have me.”

“When we wake up do you want to go on our first date?” Placing soft kisses up your neck, you laugh and nod sleepily, excited for what life has in store with the one wrapped around you.

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therapyandprozac · 7 days ago

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Title: Lollipop

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.5k

Description: Upon rereading and editing all I can say in my defense is ovulation got me down bad. Oh and I kept the TSwift references to a minimum but ya know not zero, whoops 😏

“Bit late don’t you think?” He answers the phone with a question.

“Y-yeah sorry,” You stutter out before introducing yourself being cut off halfway.

“You think I didn’t save your number in my phone?” Sassy is the only word you can think to associate his voice with.

“I made that good of an impression, huh?” with a smile you respond.

“Doll, you’re the sexiest person to ever step foot in my classroom, I’d be remiss if I didn’t remember you.” Your eyes widen as you blush, you’re so happy he’s not here to see that.

“So if I said that I called because I couldn’t get you out of my head,” A dark chuckle comes from the other line. “What would you say to that?” You finish your suggestively open question.

“1719 Alpine Street, come to me.”

“Your house is beautiful, professor.” You look at the fine detailing around the room you’re in.

“It’s Bucky,” he hands you the bottle of wine. “Check the seal.” You inspect the bottle, it's brand new.

“Thank you.” You whisper hesitantly at his wordless understanding of your fears.

“Always check.” He nods with you while he opens the bottle with a corkscrew. Filling both glasses nearly all the way full you chuckle.

“You trying to get be drunk sir?”

“What do you mean?” You ask genuinely.

“Gods yes, Bucky fuck!” You shout as you cum, your fingers twisting in his hair. His fingers do not stop as he stands up and licks his lips, you move to take off his pants needing him.

“No, no sweet thing, one more.” He smiles patiently though you're pawing at him.

“Want to touch you sir.” Gasps sweet gasps escape your lips desperate for air or release.

“Patience doll, all in good time. If tonight is all I get, I want to savor you.”

“Why do you think this is the only time?” You say between pants and gasps.

“Kiss me?” You pant sounding more desperate than you intended too.

“Can I eat you please.” You stare eagerly at his throbbing erection.

“Gently.” He chuckles.

“Doll, I could fuck you through tomorrow.” His lip where it meets his nose twitches as he holds the dominance over the situation, despite this potentially submissive position you’ve put him in.

“Stop planning for the future and put your cock in me Buck please.” Wrapping your long legs around his waist.

“Professor Barnes, you fit perfectly li- like you were made for my cunt.” He huffs his head rolling, light headed as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock.

“Just for you sir.” You gasp as he speeds up his thrusts. “Bucky,” your voice just a whisper. “Can I cum please?” A whimper slips his lip.

“Don’t say shit like that, I’ll never let you go.”

“Take what’s yours doll.” He bottoms out, breaking the crest of your cervix finally as he cums, holding himself in place deep inside you.

“Mine.” He echos your last coherent thought with his metal arm grasping around your throat in a way that should be threatening, but just makes you melt into his body.

“Yours sir, all yours if you’ll have me.”

“When we wake up do you want to go on our first date?” Placing soft kisses up your neck, you laugh and nod sleepily, excited for what life has in store with the one wrapped around you.

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therapyandprozac · 9 days ago

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Title: First Time (Smoking)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Smutttttyyyy Smoking kink, weed virgin reader, barely any foreplay oops, daddy x 1, many nicknames for r!

Description: Sharing a joint while he’s inside you or this party sucked before a handsome stranger saved the day.

No name used for the guy, but Frankie was my muse for this one. (Sorry for rough formatting, posted from my phone)

“Hey ya looking for a good time?” A late 20 something man with a stringy receding hairline. As he stepped toward me the smell slapped you in your face, cat piss and dirt weed.

“Nah I’m good, too broke.” You laugh it off hoping he’ll take the hint and just go away, but today is not your lucky day.

“Don’t worry baby, the first one’s free.” He wiggles his eyebrows in a way that makes a grimace settle into your face.

“I’m not interested.” You say coldly.

“Come oooon! You know you want some. I’ve got blow, grass, E, anything you could want. Let me hook you up sweet thing.” His voice sounds venomous as it spits out of his mouth.

“Dude, leave me alone.” You respond shortly, actively looking for a way out of this situation.

“Oh I see, too good for me huh?” He squares up on the defensive. When he backs you into a corner you look around the room again scanning for someone to help.

Seeing a tall, gently curly haired stranger as he turns around and your eyes lock, he has soft eyes and you can feel his trustworthiness. You plead with your eyes and when the loud man in your face looks away, you mouth ‘help me.’ He nods, hastily making his way over to you, you exhale a sigh of relief and try to keep your distance from the dealer as he encroaches closer and closer.

“Hey man! What’s it been, four months?” The stranger loudly clasps his hand on the much smaller man’s shoulder, forcing him to turn around and away from you.

“Do I know you?” He looks uncomfortable, all you can think of is karma as he shrinks in on himself slightly under the towering man.

“Of course, we met at that party on 8th Street!” He nods and makes eye contact with me using his nodding to mime for me to make my escape. “How can you not remember me, you hooked me up that night!”

“Oh how could I forget? How ya doing? Getcha anything?” He hisses.

“Nah I’ve got my own. Little advice, you should stop scaring off the hot ones.” He points toward my vacant spot behind him and swaggers away silently as the dealer’s jaw hangs open wide in disbelief.

Having run to the kitchen you stare out the kitchen window watching the partiers on the front lawn, drinking and playing uneven beer pong. After a long sip from your newly refilled cup you feel a large hand on your shoulder but it’s far gentler than you just saw him be.

“Hey, I was hoping you’d find me again.” You smirk looking him up and down.

“No way I wasn’t going to check up on you, that guy was creepy as hell.” He said, returning his hand to his cup.

“Did you know that guy?” You scrunch your eyebrows together.

“No, I’ve never met him in my life, but you can always count on dealers to try and sell their shit.”

“Thank you, he was way too pushy! I’ve never even smoked before.”

“Really?” He says letting the surprise show on his face.

“Yeah, I just never found the right people, you know.”

“Would you want to try?” He asks, you can tell he’s trying not to sound overly pressuring.

“I’ve always wanted to! Definitely didn’t want my first time to be with that filthy fiasco over there though.” You nod toward the back of the room.

“He’s back, you want to go somewhere a little quieter?” You nod running your fingers where his shirt unbuttons revealing his striking chest underneath. He smirks, eyes shifting between your fingers and your lips before continuing. “This is my friend's house, I know a chill room.” He offers his hand to you and when you take it, the sexiest smirk covers his face. He guides you through the house to a room lit with strip leds, more lava lamps than colors of the rainbow, bean bag chairs, and couches so round and fluffy they look just like bigger bean bags.

“They had a vibe in mind for sure.” You say looking around the room with wide eyes.

“Not my style either but it could make for a fun night.” He is only watching you, following your wide eyes with his warm gaze.

“Do you think we can smoke in here?” You catch him staring and approach him slowly.

“I’ve already smoked in this room, a couple months ago.” He said pulling out a beautifully rolled joint and handing it to you. You inspect the joint in your hands and smell it.

“That is the smell I’ve been looking for. A couple people have offered me a smoke before and the joints smelled like shit. This smells so good, I'm in!”

“Glad you're in.” He smirks, sitting next to you on one of the couches.

“Oh I was already all in for you, yummy weed is just a bonus.”

“In for me huh?” He questions.

“Only if you’re on the table of course.” Your hand finds its way to his chest slightly more revealed under a newly open button.

“Darling on the table, the bed, the shower, so long as you’ll have me, I’ll have you anywhere.” He flips a lighter in his hand and pulls the joint from your hands. Taking his words as permission you unbutton two more buttons and run your hand under his shirt. Stretching your hand wide against his chest, chest hair adorns him like a subtle pelt and holds your gaze before the lighter ignites making you look up.

The biggest smile on his face over your eagerness, he side eyes you watching you sit up right with your eyes glued to him. Lighting up the joint between his lips he maintains eye contact with you, a deep inhale he holds in his chest as you take the joint from his fingers. Bringing the unlit end to your mouth you inhale and immediately cough, he pulls it away as a hand covers your back in an attempt to soothe your coughing.

“Relax your chest, it's okay, take a deep breath kitten.” He coos while your coughing fit stops. Take a soft hit and a heavy exhale.” You nod and appreciate him not laughing at you. Taking a deep breath you place the joint to your lips and take a soft inhale and breathe out probably a little too heavy, but you didn’t cough. You put your hands up in victory and with a big smile he takes your jaw in his large hand and kisses you firmly. Making sure your grasp on the joint is firm even though your entire body relaxes into the kiss.

“If I said I wanted you to fuck me…what,” Your hand climbs from his knee, slowly crawling up his thigh. “What would you say to that?” Your hand fondles him through his jeans, feeling how hard he is you look deep in his eyes, a little surprised. “You’re really into this huh?” You hold his gaze, even as you keep rubbing him.

“I’m really into you.”

“You just met me.” You whisper against his lips but not quite kissing him. He says nothing and just takes his hand to the nape of your neck pushing you into his lips finally. You can tell he agrees ‘finally’ as he sighs deeply into the kiss pulling you in close and tight, he pulls away gasping for breath. “Answer my question.”

“I’d say, is it just the weed?” His eyes met the floor as his hand hovered over your leg, eager to be close to you but clearly unsure of his place. Despite the fact that you've had your hand on his chest for most of the time you've been sitting here.

“Love,” You whisper against his lips “when we walked in here, I was mostly sober and I couldn’t stop imagining sucking your cock on this ugly ass couch.” He smirks and lunges for you.

His arm wrapped entirely around your waist lifting you and gently placing you onto your back. The same way he guided you through smoking, he does the same while he lines himself up, instructing you to take a deep inhale, before he eases himself inside you inch by inch he fills you so deliciously but agonizingly. Pulsing shallowly in and out of your cunt, you know he has more but as he keeps teasing, you whine. He smirks and pulls out slightly lightly thrusting with the adjusted length.

“What’s wrong, sweet thing?” He whispers, you whimper in response. “Come on, take what you need, doll.” He licks the shell of your ear, you take two deep breaths, maybe hyping yourself up.

Before wrapping your leg around his knee and aggressively almost bouncing him on the bed. Without a second of hesitation you completely bottom out, taking every fucking thing he had to offer. Collapsing with your face next to his, huffs and groans pour from both of you as you adjust to the size of him. Immediately losing all dominance you had as you finally got what you wanted, you’ve never felt this full and you’re already high on it.

He chuckles deviously flipping you over onto your back as he leans to the headboard to where his jacket hangs on the ornate bed. You wrap your legs tighter around him making sure he stays inside you, though he had no intention of pulling out. Grabbing a lighter and a thicker joint than the last one you shared he rolls his hips a couple times savoring the feeling as he rests the joint on his lips and lights it. Never stopping rolling his hips into you, the smoke rises from the tip of the ember and from this angle it dances through his hair. He leans in to place the unlit end to your lips, taking a long hard drag from his joint. He just watches you with reverence replacing the joint with his lips. You hold your breath for a moment before his finger pushes your chin to the side.

“Exhale.” He whispers in your ear and you do as you’re told. “That's my good girl.” He purrs against your ear, nibbling at your lobe he continues to fuck into you keeping his pace even as he takes another hit. Your gasps are interrupted by the joint on your lips, you take a long hit savoring it. You can tell from the look in his eye that this is the last hit for a while, and that he is about to obliterate your pussy. While you exhale he puts the joint out carefully, confirming your theory.

Turning to you and grasping your hips tightly he begins his assault on your cunt and he holds nothing back. His all thought consuming cock, the thick veins and large head each have different sensations as you feel him rip repeatedly against your walls. Intentionally squeezing your pussy as tight as you could around him, he dipped his head moaning directly on your lips. “Oh fuck, that is,” He pants in able to finish his thought, you know you’re going to have bruises from where his fingers are digging into your skin but fuck is it worth it.

“Gonna cum daddy don’t stop.” You gasp and moan out between thrusts. One of his large hands reaches to toy with your clit wildly but with great precision you cum on his cock, involuntary clenching around him. With a stuttered pace and a deep guttural moan he comes deep inside you.

“How did you squeeze so hard, no one’s ever,” a chuckle from his chest but a blush on his cheeks.

“Oh god,” You turn cherry red and bury your face into his chest. “I do kegels. Let’s not talk about it.” You cover the exposed parts of your face with your hands.

“I’d like to talk about it one day,” A large hand on your back. “I don’t think I can live without it now.” He whispers, you freeze and look up from his chest meeting his eyes.

“Really?” He says nothing but cups your chin and kisses you slowly, licking his tongue across your lips. Meeting his tongue with yours, as flesh ran against flesh you couldn’t get enough, gasping as you broke the kiss.

“I’m so glad I met you.” He purrs, placing soft kisses down your neck, a bite and a hickey he seems to get lost in. You put your hand in his hair and he pulls back, his nose resting against yours. “Remember me.” His thumb traces through his saliva over the deeply reddened skin.

“Could never forget you, or tonight.” You pulled him down flat against your chest, your fingers brush through his hair. Both of you taking a deep breath together, your bodies perfectly pressing together, with another breath you both fall asleep to the sounds of a party a couple doors away.

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therapyandprozac · 20 days ago

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Title: Eager Are We?

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY minors DNI)

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Consent king, size kink, slight angst, honorifics, light dom/sub, spanking, fingering w/ four fingers, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, gun kink, cream pie, dirty talk, canon typical violence, mentions of masterbation, fluffy snuggly ending

Description: You make him lose a collar and he accepts another form of payment. Or Din finally has an excuse to make a move after months in way too tight quarters. Or Din being a pleasure dom. Take your pick, they’re all true🙈

A/N: Did not intend on the size kink but…it’s here(You could say Din is packing more than just an arsenal…😏that’s the only pun I promise hehe😜) ANYWAY smutty smut smut, more plot than i usually write but its just Din teasing the reader through the scope of his sniper rifle. There’s so much in this, I’m sorry or you’re welcome depending on what you think about it. Heed the warnings and enjoy!

“Dank Farrik!” He shouts as a green sludge covered alien escapes his sight and slips into an alley and disappears into the morning dawn. You step on a stick alerting it to your location and it bolts. “You!” He turns on his heels and points at you, you want to bury yourself into the sands of this dune covered planet. “Ship now.” He says no further words and just walks past you. The long way back, he remains in complete silence, nothing, while you apologize fervently in the blank mirror of his visor the whole way back.

“Mando I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching what was under my boot, it’ll never happen again. Please don’t ditch me, this is my best and favorite gig.” He stays silent and you attempt to do the same, but as you approach the ship you break again. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you! I love the kiddo and this apprentice-ship.” You trail off placing your hand on the Razer Crest followed by your forehead. Mando lowers the ramp and prepares her for boarding, when he’s finished he comes up behind you.

“Instantly assumed I’d abandon you?” His voice is laced with disappointment, but it doesn’t seem to be pointed at you.

“Maybe not stranded, but definitely not with you anymore.” You say under your breath, but loud enough for him to hear.

“You’re too hard on yourself, there’s no need for it. I know it’ll never happen again,” he puts his gloved finger under your chin and forces you to look into his visor, letting a pause sit in this air. “You’re not going to let it. You know how many womprats have asked to apprentice with me? While I do admit your beauty was a minor factor in my final decision.” Your heart flutters as he continues. “Your work in the field is why you’re here, you are a natural bounty hunter. It is my honor to train you through all of it, even the mistakes, especially the ones that we all make.” His voice is modulated but solid and secure looking down at you.

“How do you always know what to say?” You want to reach out and hug him, wondering what it would feel like to feel his cool chest plate against your cheek. A tear falls from your eye but before it can even pass your lips a gloved hand the size of your face gently absorbs the droplet and rubs his thumb pad against your cheek in sweet sweeping motions. When he doesn’t pull his hand away you make a spur decision to wrap your arms as far around his frame as you can. He sighs from deep within himself, you can’t tell if it’s relief, anger, or something else. Soon his arms are wrapped around your back holding you firmly against his beskar.

“Now that you know your position here is secure.” He pauses and asks a devious question. “You said you’d do anything to make it up to me,” Lifting up your eyes to catch his visor in your gaze, he continues. “Did you mean that?” His voice drops as his fingers traces delicate lines on your arm.

“Of course Mando.”

“Din. You may call me by my name, please. Off this ship I’m still Mando, understand?” His voice hardens by the end of the sentence making you realize how soft and genuine the beginning of his statement was.

“I will guard your name with my life, Din.” His name sat perfectly in your mouth.

“Good girl.” His voice was laced with that gravel, making you think of something else that would fit just perfectly in your mouth. Your eyes travel down his body taking in the beskar clad hunk of a man in front of you. He reaches his hand into one of many pockets and gives you a small pink vibrator keeping a small matching remote in his gloved hand. You can feel the smirk hidden beneath his helmet even though you can’t see it.

“You go to the market, I’ll watch you through my rifle, playing with and teasing you.” He toys with the object in his hand. “When I’m satisfied you’ll come back to complete your payment, understood?” The echo from his voice modulator made you want to drop to your knees right there.

“Yes sir.” You purr as he hands you a com unit and spins you toward your living quarters.

“20 minutes.” He utters walking toward where Grogu is sleeping in the cockpit of the ship, you smirk as a giant ball of anxiety forms in your core. If this is what he wants, you can play too, opening your dressing trunk for a semblance of control.

A short skirt won’t stand out too bad on a desert planet you think to yourself while forming your outfit. Gazing into the mirror you look yourself up and down satisfied with your ensemble. Long legs in cloth wrapping with a deep brown skirt that barely covers your ass, a shirt that hugs you in all the right ways and a cloak shorter than the skirt. You spin on a dime and love the way the skirt spins, exposing you more than slightly. You tuck the little vibrator into your pale pink panties, turning it on but setting it to 0 before you do. Walking out of the curtained off area you approach the cockpit, a large intimidating chair with a silver dome peaking over the top you smile before breaking the ambiance of the ship.

“What do you think?” You say to the back of his helmet, his chair turns around toward you and before you can blink your back slams into the wall behind you. A hand in the center of your chest pins you firmly, before he covers your eyes with his free hand. Moving his first hand from your chest to take off his helmet, you assume, only hearing a light hiss and then the softest lips are mashed against yours. Not in a desperation but in a deep longing of gathered glances, collected giggles, and months of endless flirting.

The give and take of the kiss pulls both ways as neither of you back down. You reach up to touch his hair or head, he could look like anything under there you realize as his tongue is exploring your mouth. He blocks your hand and shoves you back against the wall, apparently your ‘give and take’ had more give than either of you had realized as your head hits the wall again. He moves your own hand from his hip to cover your own eyes, as his hand remains glued to your chest.

“Meshla, I will never look unless you wish for me to.” You drop your hand to your side revealing eyes both gently but firmly pressed closed. The pressure from the hand on your chest softens for a moment before lips meet yours for multiple soft and sweet kisses before he licks his way into your mouth. You’ve kissed him before but never like this, if this is what is in store for the day you’re happy it’s only 9am. With a light hiss, silver matches your freshly open eyes.

“There’s my sweet boy.” Taking his metal covered cheek in your hand, gazing into your warped reflection has never felt so warm. His hand rests on your back before caressing your ass with his fabric adorned hands, gently slapping your ass pushing you into his chest.

“Okay, temptress,” He hisses punctuated with another, more aggressive slap.

“A vendor at the bizzare has a blade he tried to overcharge me for. You’re going to go over there, gorgeous and tempting as hell, and talk him down.”

“Hmm and what do I get if I do?” Drawing out the last vowel, teasing him but not enough, you crave to tease him until he’s screaming your name.

“First your debt will be paid.” His hand dances from your ass around your hip flipping over his hand with surprising delicacy. He runs his gloves against your panties feeling the vibrator. A rumble escapes his chest “Good kitten.”

“You could have asked!” You shout, reaching your hand down to cover his.

“I could have, yes.” He responds, furthering his point by increasing the intensity of his shuffling fingers. You crumble into him, his touch reminding you that you haven’t been with anyone for a number of years and haven’t even masterbated since you got this job. It’s such a small ship and though you hear the echoes of him pleasuring himself booming through the hull multiple times a week, you’ve been too exposed to do anything but squeezing your thighs together, at least Din had living quarters you thought.

“Oh it's too early for that meshla, we have a long day ahead.”

“Wait, wait, Din. Can I have one before I leave for the mission?” A dark modulated laugh in your ear, before the hand with the remote shifts, the vibration starts, and your head rolls forward finding the crook of his neck as you moan. “Oh gods yes,” rolling your hips. “Din please, yes fuck!” Riding his hand you are already almost cumming.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had unraveling on my fingers.” He whispers and you moan through your first orgasam of the day and in like eleven months. Turning the toy to zero, he keeps his hand to your cunt letting you ride out your blissful aftershocks.

“Been a while huh, sweet thing?” His voice is surprisingly light.

“How could you tell?” You cover your face with your hand.

“I barely touched you and you were writhing in my arms ner cyar’ika, it was both incredibly hot and quite obvious. If you’d like,’ His hand is playing with the turned off toy. “When you come back you’re going to properly take my fingers, meshla.” His words mixed with that voice teases a shudder through your whole body. You stand at full attention. “Eager are we?” You nod shortly, standing tall, hands behind your back. Din makes a mental note of this position and shifts his erection, before lowering the massive door to the outside world. You walk down the ramp step by step feeling his visored gaze on your ever moving body. Hearing the door hiss closed behind you and starting your bee line for the market

“Visual achieved.” A low voice comes through your ear piece.

“Like what you see bounty hunter?” You coo and shake your ass a little bit, hearing him groan, an evil smile covers your face. Looking down the scope of his sniper rifle, your shimmering hair in the breeze and a bright smile adorns your face.

The market is still far enough away that no one is around to see, so you decide to tease Mando. You spin carelessly knowing he’s the only one around to see what you’re showing off. Doing a cartwheel and landing it, you turn around and flip off seemingly nobody, he’s gonna hate that you laugh to yourself.

“You’re going to regret that.” A bass heavy voice rips from your left earpiece, as if on queue.

“Make me daddy.” You whisper under your breath, oh stars you can’t wait for the repercussions of that one. You’ve always had a thing for snipers, there’s something really hot about being in a threatening situation where the person holding the gun is miles away. But it is a whole other damn story when Din is the one behind the scope and trigger.

“Don’t forget, kitten.” The calmness in his voice sent a chill up your spine, immediately followed by the vibrator activating on its low setting.

“Finally! It’s been massaging my clit for the whole walk.” You say between your light whimpers. Finally seeing the market within view you walk through the crowds and ignore the stares and gawks at your ass. Focusing on your task you scan stands and search for the weapon when a man approaches you, he is absolutely filthy, the stench of him burns your nose. His hand is outstretched toward you, as he moves rapidly and with purpose.

“Non lethal, wait.” Knowing he was watching, the orders slipped from your lips with ease, commanding a Mandalorian is soaking your panties. What was not quite as hot was when the man’s finned hand touched your ass. “Fire.” Under your breath, the man's face shifts from horny to confused to expressionless. Not a moment passes before the man clunks onto the floor. “I would’ve taken him down if it wouldn’t have caused a scene.”

“Oh I know sweet thing,” a pause. “I’d pay to see that.” You blush but say nothing, only removing the evidence from the guy’s body. As you do you spot the target at a nearby booth.

“Eyes on the cargo. Guess it’s time to cause a scene.” An evil smirk on your face violently shifts into a wide grimace. “HELP! Help! Medic!” As a man rushes up with a hand raised, a crowd gathers behind you as you continue. “Oh thank the stars!” Intentionally loud your voice carries through the bizarre. “He just collapsed, he approached me and then fell like a stone at my feet.” In your peripheral vision you see your commotion was a success as all of the merchants in their booths had their eyes on you, instead of on all of their potential customers. “Please doctor please help him, I don’t know this man.” You slip through the shuffle as people surround the man on the ground.

“You okay, darling?” A voice from behind you pulls you toward your target, as you turn around. You see a tall lanky human man with the beautiful blade hanging behind him.

“Oh gods that was so scary!” You play him like a fiddle.

“Did you know him?” His voice softens.

“No, he just walked up to me.” You let the panic flow under your words.

“Sounds like a curse,” he backs up slightly.

“Maybe you’re right,” You feign contemplation, looking around his booth as if it was the first time you’d seen it. “I’ve been thinking about a blade, do you think you could provide one for me?”

“Of course sweet thing,” It takes all of your strength to not roll your eyes as he hands you a tiny switchblade. “Something light and delicate for a flower such as yourself.”

“Can I shoot him?” A voice mostly joking comes through your com, making you chuckle under your breath.

“No.” Responding to both men, before continuing with the merchant. “That one.” Pointing to the target, he tries to talk you out of it and reassures you the small one is plenty enough for ‘someone like you.’ Deciding to play into his blatant misogyny you pull your doe eyes and soften your voice. “Please sir, when that man approached me I was so scared and I couldn’t take my eyes off of that blade, I needed it.” Leaning over the makeshift counter you get close to his face. “Haven’t you ever had something you needed, like,” A deep sigh at this angle makes your chest rise with the glow of your skin reflecting the sunlight, the eye contact solidifies the deal. “Desperately needed?” He nods aggressively, blushing like a virgin.

“Y-yes m-ma’am, I do.” He reaches behind him and grabs the weapon. “On the house please.” A gentle smile and misplaced pity underlined his face.

“Thank you, your kindness will never be forgotten.” You turn around in a bee line for the ship. Hearing the man get screamed at by who you assume is or was his boss. “I think he got fired.” You say as you escape the loud sounds of the market.

“For the better, he was weak.” He says blankly, silently nodding in agreement with the man who you believe still has his weapon trained on you. You turn facing where the bizarre disappears behind the horizon and lift your skirt up exposing your ass underneath. “You that desperate sweet one?”

“Just making sure you’re still there, and for you, always.” You say matter of factly, earning another dark chuckle through your ear piece. The huge ship comes into view and you start sprinting, he chuckles watching you get closer before opening the door. “Yes yes I know I'm eager, just kiss me already!” You say holding the blade out to him with wide palms. With a hidden smirk he grasps the blade and tosses it carelessly to the floor. Your eyes go wide as you gasp before smiling and closing them tightly. A familiar hiss before he wastes no time to caress your lips with his, they dance over yours with a deep patience and gentleness.

One of his hands reaches and roams your ass, playing with the hem of your skirt, a second glove covered hand covers your pussy. His middle finger dances over your panties, before you left they were a baby pink, now your panties are a dark pink, soaking and waiting desperately for him. He puts his hand under your ass and lifts you onto a cargo container before spreading your thighs and admiring the sight of the toy bulging.

“I should close this.” A smirk you can hear pulling at one side of his lip as he walks to the control panel and closes the door. You shuffle and squeeze your thighs together as the seam of the hull seals shut. Soft warm light from the interior lights bounces off of his beskar as he saunters back over to you. “Open my love.” His modulator sings as he hums. “You did so good,” His fingers spread over your thighs as he slots himself between your legs. “Close your gorgeous eyes so I can reward you properly.” He finishes, drawing his complete focus to your cunt.

Your eyes pressed firmly closed the already dark environment now completely black, all you can sense is him. His fingers run over your ruined panties and take them off along with the vibrator, while pulling you to the edge of the crate. A familiar hiss makes you desperate for what he has in store. His two large hands hold you in place at the hips and you hear his beskar clad knees hit the floor.

You noticed his facial hair when he kissed you of course but this, so intimate, the fine coarse hairs add something you’ve never had before. As he kisses up your thighs closer and closer to where you want his beautiful full lips. His beard scratches your inner thigh and you can’t hold back the groan, needing him. You feel his smile against your leg and he nibbles at the piece he's currently loving.

Diving into your sweet cunt with a desperation you’ve never seen from him, has he wanted this as much as you have. When you heard the echoes of him masterbating throughout the ship, could he have been thinking about you? The thought makes you need to touch him and appreciate that you can actually, finally touch him, blindly reach down for your crotch and find his soft curly hair.

“Gods yes, Din please.” Grasping at his hair between your fingers and holding him against your cunt, he hums in response. Never slowing down he eats you like you’re the most delicious fruit, unable to hold yourself back your moans echo through the ship. Hearing your voice bounce off the ship makes you blush more than his luxurious tongue sending electric pulses through your spine and limbs. As you cum your hands pull him into you, as your legs wrap fully around his head. Not sure if he can breathe but not really caring as his fingers firmly hold you in place. Sweet kitten licks carry you through the waves of your orgasam.

In one swift motion he picks you up and carries you to his sleeping quarters. Opening your eyes once you hear him situate himself just behind you. Grogu’s hammock has been moved from its usual place above his bed, he thought this through, you smile and crawl in as he extends his hand for you. Once you crawl in you lay on your back, looking at his large figure strip from bottom to top, you follow his lead. When his cock springs free your mouth waters and you spread your legs even if you’re wondering if he’ll fit.

“Oh fuck Din! My eyes are closed, please take me.” You close your eyes groaning and rolling your hips, presenting yourself in a way that should be embarrassing. Wide open and splayed just for him.

“Do you want me to stretch you meshla, use my fingers?” His ungloved fingers wiggle against your thigh in a way that’s both adorable and wildly hot.

“Please.” You clench around nothing, pushing your leg into his hands.

“Want to prep you a little bit.” He coos, his voice unmodulated was new but deeply welcome.

“Thank you, I watched you undress and I wasn’t sure if you’d fit.” You try to press your thighs together and squish the man you didn’t feel get between your legs.

“Naughty girl.” That name makes something melt within you. He presses his hands onto your thighs, spreading you wide just for him.

“I couldn’t see your face cyar’ika, promise.” You swear as three of his large fingers ran through your slick. One finger plunges into you a few times before he adds another, scissoring the two together. Your whines and groans build as he stretches you beautifully.

“Ready for another sweet thing?” He whispers while his third finger toys threateningly with the tight ring of your pussy.

“Gods yes please, Din, more more!” You moan loudly, glad for the closed cabin door that dampens your noise to the outside world. He says nothing until he’s two more fingers simultaneously deep inside of you. Curling his four fingers to that sweet spongy spot that makes your back arch completely off of the bed. “Fuck fuck fuck Din fuck!!” You grunt and groan as his thumb begins tormenting his clit. Every muscle in your body tightens, your hands grasp at his sheets making fists of flesh and fabric.

“Cum for me kitten, around my fingers,” You do as you're told, having been staving off your orgasam thus far. “Such a good girl.” Twisting as much as he’ll allow with both his arms over your legs and one hand buried nearly fist deep within your cunt. His thumb runs gentle circles around your clit, the aftershocks flutter through each of your limbs. His fingers leave your pussy with a groan from both of you, leaving you gaping and ready for his cock.

You want nothing more than to open your eyes and take in the form of the man about to claim you. You keep them sealed shut if you did open them though, you’d see him looking down at you. The corner of his mouth upturned in a crooked smile, eyes warm and full of pride scanning over your whole body. Anticipation and desperation is all he feels as his chest heaves, having given himself no release by this point.

“Din if you don’t fuck me already I’ll kill you.” You say, only mostly joking. His laugh is beautiful unmodulated, the only thing better is his soft whispers in your ear as he is suddenly on top of you. His hand snakes down your skin to pull you drag the tip of his cock against your clit over and over.

“I’d like to see you try.” He purrs against your ear.

“You know I could,” You pant as he positions his dick where you’ve been yearning for him. “please!” He teases his tip in nice and slow, watching you intently, when he sees no pain he lets go.

“I think you’d get the closest.” He bottoms out with a hollow grunt while you shout and moan, all consumed by the sensation of him so deep inside you. His fingers were slightly wider than his shaft but lengthwise his cock is twice as long as his fingers. He fits in easier, still tight but not as painful as it could have been. Hopeful for a round two where he just rips you open without any foreplay, snapping back to reality, rolling your hips as you whimper under him.

Again if you were to open your eyes you’d see his wide brown eyes staring down at where he’s disappearing into you, skirt up around your waist, his hands grasping the fabric tight to your skin. Pulling you onto him just as much as he is thrusting into you, either way you’re more full than you’ve ever been in your life. He puts your legs up on his shoulders and resorts to just pummeling your pussy, you cum hard around him but he shows no sign of fatigue.

He slots his elbows on the bed just above your shoulders, you’re completely encased in him. His smell envelops you and you feel your hips involuntarily grinding on him again despite your overstimulation. He makes deliberate use of this compromising position and uses his elbows to hold you in place, his hips give no pause as he relentlessly fucks into you. He’s put you in a place where you can’t escape. Every thrust pushes your body up and immediately into his strong triceps, leaving you nowhere to go but further back onto his cock.

“I’m close, cyar’ika. Where do you want me to-,” He can’t even finish the question before you wrap your legs behind him, locking your ankles, squeezing him tighter.

“In me, please daddy.” That same dark chuckle from earlier only now unmodified, nothing coming between you, with a newly forming hickey on your pulse point.

“You sure kitten?” He pants, when you just nod furiously. “Words my meshla.” he states.

“Please gods fill me, make me yours Din!” No further conversation is needed, you’re so close, he growls burying his head into your neck. He resumes his rapid, almost rabid thrusting into your already sore cunt. “Fuck Din don’t stop, almost.”

“Let go baby I’ve got you,” He buttons his comment by pushing your shoulders down further, you’ve never felt so safe yet so utterly exposed to one person. “so good for me sweet girl.” He coos while his cock ripped so perfectly against your walls, pulling your final orgasam of the night out of you. A string of curses you couldn’t begin to understand flow off his tongue as he cums deep inside you, you squeeze around him desprate for every drop of him. He kisses your chest as he lets his body rest on top of you fucked out blissfully.

“Wait,” You whisper as he tries to pull out.

“Yes kitten?” He asks, his cock spent and softening slowly inside you.

“Don’t want it to end, don’t want to wake up tomorrow without you.”

“Love if you’ll let me, you’ll never wake up alone again.” He says, you can tell his eyes are on your face, when you smile he pulls out of you. Snuggling in next to you he laughs before saying “If you kept me in there any longer i was gonna have to fuck you again.” You groan playfully, snuggling and crawling onto him.

“How long have you wanted to do that?” You ask him, without seeing his eyes drift close with you on his bare chest.

“Since the first time I saw you in a skirt. It was at a bar on your day off. I left early, couldn’t stop imagining,” He pauses and you wish you could see the images he’s clearly seeing in his head. “You stretched wide around my cock, skirt teasing glances at your ass.” His thoughts and voice ebb and flow as he slips in and out of consciousness. Making a mental note to wear skirts more often. “Couldn’t sleep last night, we rest for a while?” His voice is just a whisper, you smirk as you snuggle into the bulky man.

“Guess I chose the right outfit. Sleep long and deep my dear Din.” You smirk to yourself before falling asleep, already picking out what skirt you’re going to wear tomorrow in your head.

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My longest fic to date, let me know what you thought 💖

#Din Djarin Smut #Mando smut #Pedro Pascal smut #Star Wars smut #Mandalorian smut #Din Djarin fluff #Pedro pascal #honorifics #light d/s #dirty talk #gun play #pleasure dom

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therapyandprozac · 2 months ago

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Title: I Can Fix Him (or Highway Handjob)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 900

Warnings: Light Gun Play, Handjob, Blowjob, Teasing, Pet Names, A Cheeky Pussy Slap For Fun, all while he is driving a car (Don’t blow and drive y’all, just read about it ;))

Description: Okay, soooo…when I first heard Taylor Swift’s “I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)” this fic started writing itself in my head (yes it took me this long, I’m bad at this guys.) A hand job on the highway at consensual gun point. No name for him as usual, but I was thinking of Dean or daddy J. Miller.

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You’ve been the interstate for hours, you look at the GPS and see not a turn for miles. Looking over you see your man with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. He happily sings along with the radio, while you just watch him from the passenger seat. Cheekbones highlighted stunningly with every smile, the sun shining through his lips as he sings along with the ever shifting radio. His profile is forever painted in your mind, along with that voice and the smell of his cigarettes. Such a shame that that long, thick, and truly beautiful neck remained unmarked and unsullied. As you stared at the bare triangle of flesh between his ear, jaw, and neck.

You imagined the sounds he would make as you sucked a deep, delicious, maroon hickie into his succulent skin. He's rarely not strapped and normally it makes you feel safe but today…it’s having a different kind of effect. This morning you watched him get dressed, laid his holster on the bed and you were able to get a good look at the holster and the colt .45 tucked firmly inside. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since you got in the car, well that and other things. You look out the windshield seeing a large sign that says “Waco 50 miles” and you decide to go for it. You lean over the armrest and lick up his stubbled neck to his ear, immediately he blushes completely surprised what you just did. You bite his ear gently and he’s about to speak when you cover his mouth with your hand.

“Just drive.” You whisper against his skin, you feel him smirk under your hand. Unbuttoning and unzipping you pull him out of his jeans, he’s growing harder as you pull him free from its restraint. “Good boy.” You moan against his ear and grip his cock, moving your hand steadily. His eyes roll involuntarily for just a moment, you smile seizing your opportunity.

“Eyes front.” You hiss. Teasing him is so much fun, but when he can’t do anything about it, it is so much better! He growls which you knew was a warning, but you just keep pushing with a smirk. Increasing your speed up and down, you enjoy the little sounds that he can’t force to keep quiet. “That’s right.” You whisper against his ear, eliciting another groan from deep within his chest. You moan in his ear, teasing him is so much fun you think to yourself as his cock jolts in your hands.

“Trust me I can handle my dangerous man.” You whisper into his ear, biting the lobe gingerly. His right hand leaves the wheel and crosses his body to his hip. You suck in a sharp breath knowing exactly what he’s reaching for.

“Are you sure about that, doll?” His cold tone matched the icy gun barrel now tucked firmly beneath your jaw.

“Yes,” you wink, pull the gun to your lips and kiss the tip of the barrel before leaning down to kiss the tip of his well loved cock. Taking his entire length in one go, his hand finds your hair and lets you expertly suck him. Your right hand snakes from your lap, where you’ve been attempting but failing to palm yourself through your jeans, you play with his tender balls rolling them between your fingers.

“Don’t even have to guide you, ahh look at you kitten, deepest throat I’ve ever ha-AH oh babe I’m goi-” before he finishes you go as deep as you can. Pubic hair tickles your nose as you lose yourself on his cock, forgetting you're in a car, on a six lane highway, you go for gold. Humming around him and swallowing around his shaft he cums hard, eyes glued to the road as the most distracting thing in the universe is completely gorging herself on him. Swallowing every drop, you kiss up his sensitive shaft feeling it twitch, well spent in your hand. You place a quick kiss and than a cigarette between his lips and light it up, he chuckles before inhaling a deep hit and fingering his cigarette. The smoke billows from his thick lips as he looks over at you, slowly shaking his head he says nothing but takes another drag.

“That was dangerous, but hot so mind blowingly hot.” Another long hit has you captivated on his mouth and how his lips wrap around the base of the lit cylinder. “Cannot wait to eat you out my sweet girl.” He laughs at the way you squeeze your thighs together, reaching his large hand over to your thigh and sliding you over to the very edge of the passenger seat. His hand reaches and perfectly cups his thick fingers over your cunt, gently shifting his fingers and watching you wriggle under his grasp. “The moment we walk through that door I want these jeans off, understand?” A question brought home by a harsh slap to your covered pussy.

“Yes daddy!” A gasp as you jump in your seat. ‘Oh it is gonna be a fun night.’ You think to yourself as he continues teasing you.

#fanfic #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester smut #pedro pascal smut #smut #bucky barnes x reader #ts ttpd #ttpd lyrics #drabble #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes #marvel #sebastian stan #joel miller #joel miller smut #the last of us #last of us smut #driving smut

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therapyandprozac · 2 months ago

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Title: Breed Me

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: BREEDing kink, vibrator, honorifics, edging m!receiving, cock warming, seriously on the breeding thing though

Description: You’ve been texting and teasing him all day at work, when he gets home you pull a wild card he can’t help himself. (No name is used for the man so have fun with it (I was envisioning Frankie Morales tho🙈))

The sound of your heavy front door opening and closing makes your heart drop like you’re on a fighter jet. Feeling yourself get wetter as the anticipation builds. His shoes on the hardwood is the only sound in the house, you listen and hear him coming straight to your office.

“How did he know I’d be in here?” You think to yourself, you thought for sure he’d check the bedroom first, but this is better.

*click*

Followed by silence, you feel yourself quiver at the anticipation building in your cunt. He stands outside the door, you can feel him smiling through the door, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. You hear his wedding ring tap on the metal door handle followed by the twisting of the knob he shoves the door wide open.

He sees you sitting on the bed, legs spread playing with a small vibrator glistening in your fingers. Barely enough to do anything but agonizing-ly tease yourself. He groans and memorizes the view in front of his eyes. He slowly walks up to you and drags his fingers over your flesh. He grabs your leg and kisses each joint before placing it back on the bed. Picking up your arm and doing the same but sucking your shiney fingers into his warm and inviting mouth before climbing on top of you. Turning off the vibrator, tucking it into his pocket for later.

“I want to watch you.” He whispers against your ear.

“Watch me do what?” You ask coyly, but he can see right through it. He glared at you clearly not in the mood for this brattiness. He purred a warning under his breath.

“Play with yourself, without your toy.” His voice was sharp and rough like rusty iron but smooth and like a stiff drink. Whimpers and soft whines pull out of you as you lazily massage your cunt, aware that you were doing just short of what he asked. When his eyes shifted from gentle to that primal darkness he kept hidden, the one you loved to see and tease. “You know that's not what I asked for.” He burns his eyes into yours, you smile and lean up to kiss him. He kisses you like he'd been aching and desperately waiting to get home to you all day. You taste the tobacco on his breath. He rarely smoked unless he was unbearably stressed. Your brain melts before you kiss him deeper. A little stress relief will do him well, you think.

“I know sir, but you've had a long day, could I blow you?” You whisper against his rough five o’clock shadow. He smirks, loving hearing the desperation and pleading in your voice.

“Mmm good girl manners, knees.” He cups your cheek and licks into your mouth, kisses so gentle, words so filthy. Such a contradiction shouldn't be possible but here he is your paradox. He pulls you to the floor, hands gripped into your hair. He used his other hand to unbutton his jeans and pulled his cock free of its restraints. The moment you see skin, you dive in smelling and licking whatever flesh your mouth can find. He doesn't need to adjust you to a better position, between your eagerness and perfect practiced skill you push him to the edge before stopping completely just holding his delicious cock in your mouth. You can feel him want to fight and just face fuck you but he knows its better if he’s patient and you edge him a bit. Repeatedly you bring him just to his breaking point and feel semi in control, just as you have that thought.

You can't breathe, his thick cock fully occupies your entire air passageway. Just before you pass out he pulls you off by your hair, smirking as you choke and cough. As soon as you catch your breath your throat is jammed full of cock once more. Eagerly you lick and suck all that you can but his hand tied into your hair maintaining most of the control. You can tell he’s weighing whether or not to just cum down your throat. The next time he lets you up you lock eyes and make your argument. Saliva, pre cum and tears cover your face, with a smirk he runs his thumb across your abused lips.

“Breed me god please!” His eyes widen his shock plainly evident on his face, breeding was always one of his semi-hidden kinks. You have said multiple times that it's not really your thing. So his face is puzzled but once that passes he moans just imagining making you entirely…his.

“I love the offer but you've said it was not your thing, are you sure you’re okay with it?”

“Of course I am! I wasn't when we first got together but it's been so long since I've touched you and,” you pause thinking of the night before. “I’m ovulating.” You break into a ramble “I need you, I need you to cum inside me please. I want to grow your seeds, please fuck a baby into me.” He throws you onto the bed. You shuffle up the bed only to be grabbed by a large hand pulling you back to the foot of the bed. Your legs fall to either side of the man you love completely towering over you. He looks at your cunt like it's been taunting, teasing him for ages. He loves you and would never do something you didn’t want but he has wanted nothing more than to fuck you and fill you up. His thoughts are going a million miles a second when he finally speaks.

“Are you sure?” A final line of consent, a confirmation that this is what you want as well.

“Please please daddy I haven't been able to stop thinking about your cock inside me, feeling you and the incessant drilling into my eager, aching womb.” You plead, all shame and worries disappear as you beg for him to breed your throbbing cunt. He completely lets go, innumerable fantasies coming to fruition for him. He doesn't waste a second, immediately balls deep inside you, unmoving as you both adjust to the sudden pleasure a chorus of moans and groans escape from both of you.

“You’ve been texting me all day, teasing and playing.” Taking your nipple in his mouth, you roll your hips asking for more.

“It was so much fun, imagining your face when I sent you that picture of my tits.” You smirk making eye contact as he bites your nipple before dropping it to bounce.

“Was this your plan, the whole day?” He kisses up your neck.

“I had a dream you were fucking me while I was pregnant and decided to ahH OHH GOD!” He picks up the pace, losing all control and growling as he bites your neck. “It was so hot I needed you, needed this.” You shout between thrusts, his mouth not leaving that spot, you're going to have a hickey tomorrow for sure but it’s more than worth it. At least everyone will know your his, if the ring on your finger didn’t do that already. He reaches his thumb to your clit and plays it like an instrument, your eyes roll to the back of your head as the first orgasam shakes your body.

“Good girl.” He licks up your neck before biting your earlobe.

“Please god please more need more!” You stretch your arm and grab a pillow placing it under your back. He smirks and adjusts it to where it’s most effective, he’s been wanting this for so long and you love showing him you’ve been listening.

“God I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long.” His voice is rough, you can hear how close he is in his voice. He finds his pocket on the floor and the vibrator you had earlier and sets it to max before caressing it against your clit. Your limbs fully extend and glue to the bed grasping for the sheet, you cry out his name as you cum immediately. His thrusts become erratic as his orgasam rocks through his well toned body. He collapses breathlessly on top of you. Wrapping your legs up and around him, both to hold him and keep him inside you but also because keeping your legs up helps conception.

“I should feed into this kink more often. It brings out something indescribably hot in you.” A rare blush covers his face before he silently locks his lips with yours.

“You really wanted that?” He whispers

“More than anything. I’ve wanted to start a family with you for a while and last night was not the first time I’ve had that dream.” You laugh softly to yourself remembering something from a week ago.

“What?” He asked with a smirk.

“A couple days ago I woke up from that dream, soaking wet and reached to find you but you were at work. So I used my big toy on my own, it was my day off so I took my time.” You end with a wink.

“How many times?” He mumbles against your skin, covering your eyes with your hands in feigned embarrassment. He puts his arm to the side of your head and groans as you gasp while he pulls out softly. He moves one of your hands away from your eye and repeats his question. You don’t answer and just extend all five of your fingers, as a blush creeps up your freshly flushed chest.

“Next time, call me.” He kisses down your neck before laying his ear to your chest.

“You were at work!”

“Call me.” He mumbles before he falls asleep, you play with his hair. Focusing on the warmth in your cunt and the weight of your husband pressing you into your bed you fall asleep with a smile painted on your face.

My notes: this was just called “🥖” in my docs. I’m not not embarrassed posting this so if you liked it please let me know 🙈

#fanfic #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal #🥖#smut #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #bucky barnes x reader #dean winchester smut #dean winchester x reader #frankie morales #frankie morales smut #honorifics #therapyandprozac #prozacandtherapy

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therapyandprozac · 2 months ago

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Title: Come Back, Be Here

Rating: Teen

Warning: Hurt no comfort

Words: 880

Little drabble based on a song from Taylor Swift. I had Bucky Barnes in mind for this one but as per usual there’s no name so it can be anyone you want. Nat’s a girl’s girl enjoy🫶🏻

He’s always traveling, mission to mission. I understand that people depend on him and I feel selfish for needing him back so bad. But it's not fair, I need him too.

He hangs up and you’re left with your thoughts. You're too needy. You eventually sigh and decide to give up staring at your phone. You call Natasha and ask her to take you to get shitfaced. She takes you to her house, and you smoke a couple joints and drink a lot. Ending up on her porch drinks in hand just talking about him.

“I just- I don't know. I need him! He’s never here. I am dating the love of my life but I'm sleeping in an empty bed every night.” You look into your glass of scotch on the rocks, for an answer it doesn't have. You sigh and drink the rest of it in one shot. She filled a shot glass with tequila and handed it to you.

“Hon you do not deserve this shit! Drink up babe.” She says pouring another shot for herself but you swipe it from under her hand and throw your head back, downing it before she can say a word. You set the shot glass down and look up at her with a sly smirk. “Alright let's go!” Nat laughs and lines up four shot glasses before pouring the tequila over them all until they are full. You watch her stand there and down each of them without taking a break until she puts away the 3rd. You stare wide-eyed in awe of what you just saw. She smiles and slides the last one over to you, you shrug and nod before taking the shot. “That’s it!”

“Holy shit! Okay also just objectively, that was super hot! Seriously the next time you walk up to a guy in a bar, do that shit!” You say plainly, she cackles and doubles over before covering her eyes with her hands. She is so confident and strong until you compliment her, then she crawls into her turtle shell and feels awkward. You smile, raise your hands up in surrender and shrug “Hey, I’m just letting you know! Seriously though, if you try that and it works, text me immediately!” You laugh softly and go get two water bottles.

You both stumble to the couch and sit down, deep sighs pour out of both of you. “I miss him, Nat.” you say with a tear forming in your eye. “If I could go with him it wouldn’t be a big deal but they can’t bring partners on any missions.” You take a deep breath and Nat doesn’t say anything letting the air stay tense as you take a moment to collect yourself. “I’ve talked to him about retiring. He’s not old, but due to his extensive trauma, he can retire early from this job! Sometimes I think he loves being in the field more than being with me.” You feel a tear run down your cheek but don’t wipe it away. “He’s told me he doesn’t. But the way his face lights up when his boss calls is, well it's how I wish he looked at me.” You’ve poured your heart out and realize you’ve been talking for a long time. “Oh my god, I’m sorry I’ve been talking a lot.” You cover your mouth with your hands.

“Hon.” Oh no…her tone, bombs are about to drop, you think to yourself. “This sucks but you have no control here. You can only ask him to choose you.” She shakes her head, her eyes welling with tears. “I’m so sorry, I wish I could make this situation better. But I am going to be here no matter what he chooses.” She says sniffling her tears back. [She definitely has experience in this situation which is why she’s responding with the same emotion] You sigh and nod.

“I know.” You smile a bit. “Fuck!” You throw your head back and stare at the ceiling “This fucking sucks!” You pull one of the pillows to your face and scream into it, to get it out of your body. “I’m gonna text him, one last time.” You say letting your arms fall to your lap.

“What are you gonna write?”

“I have everything to say to him, but he knows all of it already.” You open your phone to his message thread, his cute face squished at the top of the screen made you smile. You take a deep breath, Nat places her hand on your knee to comfort you, after staring at your phone for a minute. You type “Come back, be here”

“Oh fuck” Nat reads it and inhales sharply. “That’s it?” She says and in response, you hit send. “Alright.” She chuckles as you throw your phone away from you.

“I need to sleep, mostly so tomorrow comes faster and hopefully he changes his mind by then.” You rattle on as you reach for your bottle of water and stand up. “I’m gonna take a swig of Nyquil and pray for sleep.” You pick up your phone and walk up the stairs.

“Text me if you need me!” She yells up the staircase.

“Will do!” You shout back.

#fanfic #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes #marvel #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x reader #dean winchester x reader #hurt no comfort #marvel hurt #drinking #taylor swift #come back be here #red tv #natasha romanoff #natasha marvel #black widow

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therapyandprozac · 4 months ago

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Title: Daddy

Rating: Explicit Smut

Warnings: Daddy kink ofc, Edging, Teasing, Praise kink, Toys, Light BDSM

Words: 1.2k

I didn’t add a name so this is for any fandom or character you wish! (is there a word for this?)

Posted before I could think too much about it 🙈 enjoy ☺️

“Can we talk about something?”

“Yes, love!” He smiles and focuses his attention on you. You blush, you’ve been practicing this conversation in your head for days but you still instantly turn bright red. Doing everything to avoid eye contact you cover your face with your hands. “Wow baby, look at that blush!” He says pulling your arms away from your face, you pull them back to you. However, he’s substantially stronger than you are and easily exposes your face. “What is it?” A huge smile crosses his face.

“I umm,” you start. He guides you to taking a few breaths and staring at the couch. “Well, we’ve been together for a while. We’ve talked about and have done…stuff…” You feel yourself turn into a tomato again as he smirks.

“We have indeed done ‘stuff.’” He laughs.

“What do you want me to call you?” You ask, squeezing your eyes shut.

“What do you mean love?” He asks, trying to understand your vague question.

“Like umm, like daddy or sir or something.” You pause and he stays quiet. Your heart races and you jump into a mini rant. “I just the last time we-, you were very…I don’t know...in character and I wanted to call you a title but I didn’t know which of them, if any, you wanted.” You rattle off incredibly fast before being abruptly stopped by the softest lips you’ve ever felt. A familiar feeling of the anxiety of finishing the question, waves away like a rolling tide, the only thing you needed was for him to respond.

“That,” His voice is deep in an almost growl as he continues. “Is an excellent question. No need for blushes or hiding, you can ask me anything without worry, my love.” He cups your cheek. “Which do you prefer?” He asks, his voice coated in velvet. You blush even deeper and look back at the couch quickly. He raises an eyebrow and repeats the question. You don’t answer, way too embarrassed. He waits a few beats before continuing “Would it help if I told you my favorite?” He whispers against your mouth.

You nod rubbing your nose against his. His pupils flutter as he leans forward and bites your ear gently. “Daddy.” He growls. His voice has a that sultry gravel that he only gets when he’s about to fuck you until you can’t walk. You moan and grind against nothing. He takes that as a sign and grabs you so you’re straddling him.

“You’re so hot when you’re too embarrassed to talk. You talk to people for a living, doll.” He nuzzles and kisses your neck as a blush covers your chest and cheeks. “But when you’re here…with me. You can barely put two words together.” You reach your hand down and palm him through his jeans, his breath quickens and he groans.

“Bed?” You whimper. He nods and follows you up the stairs to your room. Stripping along the way, once you get to the room you’re both completely naked. He pushes you against the door, he puts his thigh between your legs for you to grind against. You moan and whisper “Please…daddy,”

“Yes?” He says as if you aren’t coming undone on his leg.

“Please fuck me, god I need you.”

“As you wish.” He says and tosses you on the bed before he kneels in front of your glistening pussy. He gently runs his tongue up the entirety of your cunt. He toys with your clit making you squirm and beg for more. Quick flicks and slow licks, you love how he takes his time and savors every gasp and whine. He slowly puts two long, thick fingers inside, you groan and roll your hips. He plays your body perfectly massaging your g spot and clit with his thumb. All the while taking each of your hands and cuffing them to the bed. He brings you so close with rhythmic, well practiced precision before rapidly pulling his fingers out of you.

“Nope not yet,” he stands up, licking his fingers and smirking. “I am quite proud of you.” He opens a box with a ribbon on it and pulls out a big pink…something. He’s far away but all questions resolve when you hear the vibrations. He turns around delicately playing with the shaking, not so delicate object in his hands as he continues.

“I’m sure that question was burning in your brain for a while, wasn’t it.” You nod. “I can’t hear you, my sweet thing.” He says in a gentle sing-songy voice (think moriarty) as he walks slowly toward you.

“Way too long.” You whimper, already a desperate mess.

“I can hear you pacing, in the elevator at work…” He steps closer and massages the rumbling toy in his hand.

“You mumble under your breath, rehearsing it in the tub, the car…maybe even our last few times.” You instantly blush so deeply. “Hmm that looks like a yes.” You go to cover your eyes but you're stopped by the cuffs.

“Was daddy your favorite too?” You nod frantically with needy groans. Watching his hands get closer to your cunt, he stops and turns the vibratior off.

“Why?” You whine.

“There’s your beautiful voice!” He exclaims. “When I ask you questions,” he runs his fingers gently up from your legs, across your stomach, between your tits and up your neck, placing it finally and firmly to the side of your head to balance himself steadily above you.

“It’s because I want to hear your answers, doll.” He leans in and rests just above your lips, you feel his breath on your lips. “So I ask again, what was your favorite one?” He whispers, the faint minty and familiar feeling of him talking into your mouth washes over you. You smile under his lips and gather all of the brat and (something)) energy you’ve pent up, sass laced tongue and with direct eye contact.

“Daddy.” The smugness falls from your face when you hear the vibratior turn on. A dark and twisted semi sadistic smile covers his face. He breathes in the moment time feels stopped while he looks you over. Light perspiration and pleading eyes, he loves teasing and gentle mind games with his desperate little plaything.

“Mmm, that's my girl.” His voice runs across gravel as he pins the toy to your clit. You cry out and immediately hold your breath to silence yourself. “Breathe baby!” You gasp and when you catch your breath you muffle yourself again and groan under your voice.

“For the love of,” he pulls the toy away and you whine. He taps your clit with the device making a rhythm of whines and groans spill from you. He goes on too long just teasing and taunting…edging you. He hasn’t edged you in so long.

“Oh god yes please, more daddy please please!!”

“Yes, beautiful sweetheart,” he whispers and bites your ear lobe, continuing his tormenting of your clit. You moan and pant heavily, after one deep breath and turning the vibrator to its max setting, you’re so so close, teetering on the edge until he groans against your ear. “Cum for me, my sweet girl.” Your brain snaps and you cum loudly with your nails digging into his skin a little of his blood runs under your nails. You nearly wail as the first orgasam of a very long night rips through your body.

#fanfic #bucky barnes #smut #sebastian stan #marvel #dean winchester smut #marvel fanfic #dean winchester #daddy k!nk #praise k!nk #loki smut #pedro pascal smut #light dom/sub #bd/sm kink #bucky barnes x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester comfort

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therapyandprozac · 4 months ago

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Heya it’s been a bit 🙈

I have a question… I’m trying to start writing again but struggling to find a reason. I had some ideas for fics based on Taylor Swift songs, some spicy, some more fluffy. Some are more stories, some are… Would you be interested in this??

#fanfic #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes #pedro pascal x reader comfort #ezra fluff #loki comfort #wanda maximoff x reader #fluff #smut #idk what else to tag #thank you

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therapyandprozac · 9 months ago

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Rough Drabble 🙈 - Long distance is nearly impossible for everyone…except of course the scarlet witch

Wanda x reader — no smut, just fluffy as shit —

Words: 580ish

You are sitting in the airport, her playlist in your headphones, and your bright pink suitcase at your feet. You’re waiting for Wanda to come pick you up, but you don’t mind. You found a nice quiet corner, with the least amount of people and the most amount of plants. Your phone rings for a facetime call and you answer immediately.

“Hello, my love!” You say.

“Hi baby, I went to the wrong airport. Stupid GPS took me to the one just south of us. I’ll be there in…” There is a pause where you can tell she’s looking for her ETA. “27 minutes! I’m so sorry but I’m on my way!”

“Don’t worry about it Wanda, it's really okay! I’ll see you soon, love you!” You smile as she raises her hand and signs “I love you” in ASL. Hanging up, your music starts again and you rest your head against the wall. It was a six-hour flight and you were exhausted. You’re lightly jostled awake. Through foggy eyes, you see long red hair and jump to your feet. Hugging her so tight, you were glad to have her in your arms again. Hugs, tears, and kisses are shared between the two of you. It had only been 4 months since you last saw each other but it felt like a year. She throws your carry-on over her shoulder and holds your hand, on the way to the car.

“Look see I made a sign and got flowers and everything for when you got off the plane but my dumb-ass GPS made me miss it.” Wanda says feigning anger as you open her car door.

“They are lovely, baby.” You lean over and kiss her over the armrest. “I appreciate the thought.” You whisper into her mouth as she shakes her head.

“Alright, home!” She says triumphantly as she kisses you a final time before starting the car. She tries to turn on the music but the Bluetooth doesn’t connect, she fuses with it for a bit. You open your phone and laugh.

“Your car likes me better! I guess it’s my turn to pick the music!” You stick out your tongue at her and she jokingly glares at you. You put on your long distance playlist and hold her hand for the whole ride. Talking about the flight and catching up, you remember just how much you missed her. While she‘s focused on the road. She starts singing to the music and you smile. Her voice is like a blanket wrapping around you, safe and warm. You’re focused on the profile of her face, the curve of her nose, her beautiful blue eyes. You are completely enamored by the entirety of her.

When you arrive home you drop your stuff just inside the door. Before she pushes you gently against the wall and kisses you. Low and slow, not out of passion or need. Just those kisses you give after so long apart, soft, and love filled.

Most people are awful and I can always find a flaw or something I hate about them. She’s the only person who you don’t have anything you don’t like about her, she’s perfect in every way. She doesn’t see what I see…she sees flaws and imperfections, where they simply do not exist.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wandavision #scarlet witch #magic #long distance relationship #marvel comfort #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maxmoff #marvel fanfic #fanfic #marvel #fluffy #lesbian #lesbians

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therapyandprozac · 1 year ago

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Sleeptalking

Rating: Explicit

Words: 600ish

Warnings: Somnophilia

Description: What a fun way to wake up.

This is a short drabble about a dream I had. I didn’t add a name so this is for any fandom or character you wish!

He’s asleep, and he starts mumbling incoherently. His voice is in that tone that you only hear in the bedroom. “Mine.” He grunts as he absent-mindedly grinds against your thigh. You press up into his groin gently to encourage him to continue.

He groans and keeps talking “Baby girl look at you.” The ‘you’ drones on as he slips back under. You let out a full moan, you covered your mouth immediately worried you woke him up. He was still passed out but he just got substantially harder. You smirk and moan again he ruts against your thigh in response.

“More” Okay you can do more you think before you very carefully move out of his grasp and straddle him without actually touching him. You both have talked about this, sleep sex, which was a major kink you both shared. You’ve been sitting here listening to your fiancé grunt and groan while you could do nothing about it. You are absolutely soaking wet by now. You gingerly grab his cock and line it up with your cunt. Slowly you fill yourself with him. Watching his face contort with pleasure you bend over him placing your hands on either side of his torso you sit on your knees over him gently pulsing up and down. You’re trying to make him cum before he wakes up. Every other time, when he is conscious he would control it and pace himself but he’s dead asleep. His body naturally comes hard three more rolls of your hips have him cumming inside your happily awaiting cunt.

A beautiful moan ripped out of him as he was riding the high of his orgasm. He opens his eyes, sleep in the corners of them. “Wow.” There’s a pause “You actually did it!” He smiles full of pride. You smack his chest playfully. You’ve been talking about this for months. You lift your hips to get off him and before you can move his hands are holding you firmly in place. “No, no, no. We’re not done.” His eyes switched from playful to primal in a split second. You whimper and clench around him.

The dawn sun peering through the windows as you are flipped in one swift motion onto your back. You gasp only to be met with a firm kiss. He pulls out of you slowly wanting to see his cum trickle out of your gaping pussy. He growls as it drips down between your ass. “Fuck.” He groans and before you can say anything he starts eating you out. He works your cunt and has you cumming before you can even moan his name. When you do, you involuntarily draw out each letter of it as a once-in-a-lifetime orgasm rocks your body in waves. He nurses your aching clit and draws one more gentle orgasm as you shiver from the overstimulation. He kisses up your stomach, chest, and neck before laying back and pulling you into his chest. Your breathing slows as you come down from your high.

“Thank gods you finally did it! Been waiting to wake up deep inside you for a long time.” He groans, wrapping his big arms around you.

“Maybe I’ll try something more fun next time.” You wink even though he can’t see your face, snuggled under his chin. You fall asleep thinking of more ways to tease him awake.

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #pedro pascal x reader comfort #pedro pascal smut #dean winchester smut #smut #x reader #fem reader #drabble #somno fantasy #somno k!nk #somno breeding #soft somno #cnc somno

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therapyandprozac · 2 years ago

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We're Eating Out Tonight

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1100

Warnings: Oral Sex, Deep Throating, Grinding, Kneeling, Slight Cum Play (only if you squint), Aftercare

Description: Who needs dinner when you're right here. I didn’t add a name so this is for any fandom or character you wish!

You grunt as he pushes you against your bedroom wall. Looking you over once more before melting your lips together again. You moan as his tongue explores your mouth. You attempt to grind on nothing, but he just pushes his groin into you. You can feel his dick through his jeans and your breath hitches as you remember how he feels inside you. You reach down and palm him through his jeans. He groans and falls forward, his arm above your head, using the wall to steady himself.

He reaches under your skirt and into his favorite lace panties, he smirks. Two fingers drag through your folds, and he growls in your ear when he feels just how wet you already are. He gently plays with your clit, electricity runs up your spine and you moan burying your face in his shoulder. His fingers explore knowingly around your cunt. Suddenly he fills you with two fingers, curling them right where you want them.

“Mine.” A deep growl, possessive and you were not about to fight him on it.

“Yes, yes, yes, of course, all yours, please!” You whimper and moan as he slowly pumps his thick fingers in and out of you at an agonizing pace. You groan needing more. As if he could read your mind he uses his thumb to rub your clit. You moan and grind into him, he smirks and pulls his hand out and licks clean his two fingers.

“I want to eat you out.” He says matter of fact as if what he said wasn’t mind-meltingly hot. It caught you off guard but god you wanted nothing more than that. You rush to take off your panties and get in the middle of the bed. He follows slowly, eyes carefully studying his beautiful baby’s curves as you settle in. He joins you still fully clothed but you don’t mind. Watching his ass and bulge move in those jeans is definitely worth it.

He sits between your legs and lifts your shirt off. Unclips your bra and throws it haphazardly across the room. His lips are on your breast before it even touches the ground, sucking and playing with your nipple with his tongue. Kissing down your body, your belly, your stretch marks, and your scars. His face is just inches from your pussy and he kitten licks your clit making you wiggle and try to grind on him. He growls and grabs your hips.

“Stay!” His eyes fill with fire as he holds you still. You moan and nod furiously, stopping movement immediately. He always knows exactly what you need even when you don’t. He resumes kissing and licking your sweet cunt. “Fuck I missed you.” He whispers to himself and his pussy. He really did miss this, it’s been two weeks since you've seen each other. Having you back, finally, he is not going to waste this moment. He moans and dives in mouth open and begins fucking you senseless. He loves eating you out and you can tell. When he eats you he loses control, and this time is no different. His fingers delicately play with you toying you closer and closer to your release. His tongue dances with your clit and repeatedly assaults your g-spot from his fingers within moments you’re cumming. Lightning ignites in your cunt and sends electricity to every nerve ending in your body. He works his fingers to bring you the through your orgasm.

You whimper, coming down from your high. He takes his clothes off and you see how hard he is from just eating you out.

“Can I- '' you crawl to the edge of the bed and pause.

“Yes.” He adds after a moment. His voice is deep and calm…and so fucking hot oh my god.

“Can I suck you off please?” You whisper a slight whine, pleading in your voice. He smirks in response and outstretches his hand to help you up and kisses you breathless. You push him to sit down as you kneel between his legs. Your knees adjust to the cold hard floor. You moan looking down at his thick cock, your mouth already watering. You kiss up his shaft and wrap your lips around him when you reach the tip. Sucking in soft pulses before taking more of him in your mouth. He’s heavy on your tongue and the feeling makes you groan as he fills your mouth so perfectly.

“You are beautiful, lips stretched wide just for me.” He runs his fingers through your hair gripping it into a ponytail and gently pulling you down on him. He growls when you choke for the first time, something primal ignites in him and he needs more. You suck and lick everything you can but when he starts forcing your head down you moan around him and he pulls your head down even further. He groans, getting carried away he pushes you all the way down, you gag automatically.

You savor every moment, your eyes water and your vision blurs as he stretches your throat open so beautifully. You moan as much as you can around him. You look up and see him, a light sweat making his skin shimmer in the dim light. His eyes catch yours and you can see he’s close, you smile mostly with your eyes because your mouth is full. Swallowing him over and over to bring him to his climax. He knows you love to taste him so as he groans, he pulls you up so you're not deep throating him anymore. You suck and lick everything you can, you work your hand up and down his shaft.

“Cum daddy please!” You say, pulling off of him. Immediately rushing back to fill your mouth with him. He pulses I’m your mouth and cums. Delicious strings of him fill your mouth, you moan milking him for every drop. You stop only when he pulls you off due to overstimulation. You wipe your chin and suck on your finger. He watches you and pulls you into a desperate kiss.

“God I love you.” He says between kisses. He pulls you up into his arms and rolls over you so you're both on your pillows and snuggled up. You giggle as he starts talking again. “You are way to fucking good at that!” You bury your face onto his neck. He laughs and you feels the vibration through his neck making you smile.

“We’re doing that tomorrow right?” You say quietly.

“Oh fuck yeah!” He says squeezing you closer to him and covering you both in a comfy blanket.

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Together Again, at Last.

Title: Together Again, at Last

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.5k

Ship: Dean x Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: !!GUNS!!, vaginal gun fucking, established relationship, mafia!bucky, dom/dom/sub, pet names/honorifics, begging, bondage, over stimulation, oral sex

Description: Hi everyone! This is very very kinky! You’ve been warned. Reader doesn't need to breathe 🙈

You have been dating Bucky and Dean for a while, and it's going really well. However, always being out on missions and work makes it hard to see each other in person often. So when you do get to be together it's intense, to say the least. Months of teasing and sexy pictures, all culminate in bliss when you finally get to touch each other.

Driving up to your house you see two cars in your driveway. One an old black Impala and the other a sleek black Corvette. You smile, a blush already creeping up your neck at the anticipation of what is about to happen. You grab your suitcase and walk up to the door. Your heart rate steadily increases, with each step. You open the door, your breath catches, and you honestly forget how to breathe for a second.

You see Dean in a beat-up brown, leather jacket, dirty dark denim jeans, and even dirtier combat boots. He is sitting on a barstool facing you, drinking a beer, a crooked smile forming as his eyes meet yours. Bucky is sitting next to him. His suit jacket is thrown over the bar, white button-up, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Neat, pressed black pants to match the jacket and black, freshly shined shoes. His expression doesn't seem to change as he looks you up and down, taking another sip of his scotch. You drop your suitcase and run over to give them both a big hug, it's been months since you last saw your boys.

“Miss me, doll?” Bucky whispers.

“You know I di- did.” You stutter out as Dean places gentle kisses on your neck. “Are we still doing our plans for tonight?” You ask, grabbing Dean’s hair and pulling him further up your neck.

“Of course, Princess. Safewords?” He asks with his eyebrows furrowed, looking at you and Bucky.

“Green,” You say, biting your lips between your teeth to keep from smiling.

Bucky licks up your neck to your ear and whispers, “Yellow,” In a deep, almost growl.

“Red.” Dean says his cockeyed smirk shifting his face into a devious expression. You grab both of their wrists and drag them to the bedroom, not that they needed dragging to follow you. Dean lays on the bed one arm behind his head, and that stupid smirk is still on his face. Bucky lays next to Dean, palming him through his jeans. Dean groans and pushes up into Bucky’s hand.

“I want to see you, sweetheart.” Bucky’s voice is already laced with control and power. “Strip.” You almost frantically take off your travel clothes. Usually, you would take your time and try to be overtly sexual but right now you just want them on you, around you…in you, a whimper leaves your throat at the thought. You rip your shirt and shorts off carelessly, throwing them both across the room. You blush being newly exposed and wrap your arms around your waist and cross your legs a bit.

“Hey, no, it's been too long since we've seen you. We want to see our baby.” Dean says, his voice sounding like he’s pleading. You drop your arms cautiously looking at the ground and bite your lip. “That's my good girl.”

“Come here doll, before we tie you up and torture that pussy. I want you to grind on my leg.” Bucky’s words are slow and melt your brain as you straddle him on the bed. You adjust yourself so your arms are wrapped tight around his neck as you rock your hips gently above his pants not quite making contact. He groans and puts his hands on your hips, shoving you down on top of him.

“Wait, I don't want to ruin your pants.” You mutter, some sense of reason coming to your mind. Bucky doesn’t say anything, he digs his fingers into your hips as he moves your body so you are forced to grind on him. You don't need any more convincing. Finally having friction on your cunt, electricity shoots up your spine, and you moan as you roll your hips desperate for more.

“Oh that’s a good girl.” Dean growls. Watching you from the other side of the bed, rubbing himself through his jeans. He climbs over to where you are and sucks a beautiful hickey into your neck right in the spot that has you gasping, he knows you too well. He unbuckles your bra and throws it somewhere in the room, no one was paying enough attention to care. “Look up babe.” Dean says to Bucky because he was entranced in you rubbing yourself on his pants. Bucky groans when he looks up to see your tits in his face. He starts shallowly bouncing his thigh into you to force more pressure under you. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth and toys with your nipple. You're close, so close to the edge when a pair of hands stops your hips. You let out an angry groan and look at Bucky’s hands holding you still.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Bucky says with a sly smile. You shake your head no and lean over to kiss Dean. His tongue slips into your mouth and your legs give out pulling him closer to you. You try to wiggle your hips as much as you can for any friction. A moan escapes your lips as you finally feel denim rub slightly under your clit. Your eyes shoot open as Bucky flips you onto your back in one swift motion as if you weighed nothing.

You watch Dean walk to the dresser to get something. He walks away and you see a bulge in the back of his pants.

“What’s that?” You ask quietly, already knowing the answer. Dean turns around slowly, reaching behind him and pulling out a Colt M1911 and placing it in your hand.

“Here.” He smirks. You moan, the ridges on the bottom of the barrel make you whimper at the thought of…” no not that, they’d think you're crazy” you think to yourself. Lost in the thought you hear Bucky unholster his, with eyes wide you look at him.

“Do you want to hold it?” Bucky asks, holding his gun in his hands.

“Yes.” You whimper and nod furiously and he hands it to you. It’s warm because it was so close to Bucky’s body. You see their personalities in their weapon of choice. You haven’t seen this gun on Bucky before though. It has a long black silencer on the end of a gun. It feels so heavy, but as you hold it you imagine what this beautiful weapon could do to your cunt.

Almost like they can read your mind, they take their weapons from you and set them down. Bucky takes off his tie and wraps one end around your wrist tying the other end to the bedpost. You whimper and Dean laughs, grabbing his hand cuffs and clasping one around your hand and the other to the other bedpost.

“Go on, test them.” Dean growls. You shake your arms and pull hard but you can’t get out. Their smiles widen and their eyes darken. “First.” Dean hisses out. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy for months!” He says before burying his face in your cunt. You moan and cry out as he expertly eats you out. He sucked your clit lightly through his teeth and you thrashed before cumming for the first time of the night.

“Who said you could cum?” Bucky says once your vision comes back. Unbuckling his belt and unsheathing it in one swift motion. He quickly slaps your thighs with it, the crack sound bouncing off the walls. You yelp and moan from the pain and the beautiful sting of where the leather kissed your skin. “Answer me!” His voice is dark and emotionless, you shiver.

“No one. I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to! I swear!” You plead as best you can with your hands tied to either side of your head. Bucky growls hearing his title on your lips for the first time in a while.

“You are not allowed to cum until we say so, understand?” Dean snaps.

“Yes yes yes please I'm sorry!” You beg.

“I think we need a gag, what do you think love?” Bucky turns to Dean and asks. Dean smirks and doesn’t waste a second climbing on top of you and lining himself up with your mouth.

“Show me your blink for red!” He commands. You blink SOS in morse code and he responds by forcing himself down your throat. You gag and choke around him it’s been a while since anyone’s mouth fucked you. He moans your warmth surrounding his length just like he craved for so long. “Mmm look at you, teary eyed and desperate. You missed this as much as I have, haven’t you?” You try to nod your head as best you can, but all you can do is groan around him.

“Mm no need to answer sweetheart.” Bucky says with a smile in his voice. You feel his two thick fingers run through your wetness and you whimper. “She fucking loves it Dean, taste.” He whispers the last word into Dean's ear and he groans, opening his mouth and looking over his shoulder. You see them lock eyes as Bucky gently places his fingers on Dean’s tongue. Wrapping his lips around them and moans as the taste of you fills his mouth. He thrusts into your mouth absentmindedly. You have missed having him in your mouth, heavy and hot, choking you into bliss. You cough and he turns back to you.

“Aww what is it Angel?” He leans forward quickly and violently grabs the headboard. He stares down at you, a wicked smile on his face. You groan around him as he starts mouth fucking you. Your breathing is cutting in and out as he rides your face aggressively.

Bucky kisses your thighs and lets out a desperate sigh. Before licking all of your cunt in one stroke with his tongue curved at the end. Collecting your wetness and moans finally having you back in his mouth. He holds you there savoring every moment of tasting you. He smiles and licks your clit gently, just enough to tease you. Before settling into eating you out like he’s done hundreds of times. Bucky always knew how to work you and everytime it was mind blowing. He runs one finger through your folds and presses it into you, curling it back toward him a few times. Right after he adds a second finger and you moan around Dean. Bucky’s tongue working your clit and his fingers curling up onto your g spot make you see stars. He pumps his fingers in and out bringing you so close, before pulling them out completely. He sits back on his heels and sucks his fingers cleaning himself and savoring the taste of you. You groan angrily and Dean pulls out of your mouth.

“Please!” You whine, desperate to be full again. You wiggle your hips and reach your feet out to touch them. They both grab an ankle and glare at you. Bucky grabs his belt from the floor and Dean unbuckles and pulls his out with one hand. They use their belts to tie your ankles to the bed frame. It is awkward to tie with them but they get you secure and safely tied up. You wiggle but can’t move any of your limbs. You whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Look at you шлюха, naked, tied to our bed...” Bucky continues talking with fondness in his voice. Your eyes wander to the end table where their guns are laid out. “Mmm look at her Dean. Desperate eyes glued to our guns. It’s almost like we’re not even here.” You violently shake your head no.

“No that’s not it, I promise!” You blurt out.

“What is it, doll face?” Bucky smirks with a knowing look in his eye. You squeeze your eyes tight and tug, futilely at your restraints, trying to cover your face. “I haven’t seen this much embarrassment on you in a while.”

“Look at the blush covering her body. This is gonna be a good one.” Dean adds. “Come on angel, tell us.” His voice rasps as he drops his voice a few octaves. You stutter for a couple minutes trying to say it but your face just gets more red.

Bucky gets an idea, he walks to the end table and picks up his gun. He looks it up and down in his hands. You look at Dean but he's watching Bucky, smiling knowing his plan. Bucky steps beside you and points the barrel of his gun at your head. Your legs start shaking as he stares stone faced down the barrel at you. Suddenly you realize, this is the final moments of the people who cross Bucky.

“Please! Please!” You grind against nothing and whine.

“Please what?” Bucky stares down at you, lifting a quizzical eyebrow. You mumble something trying to pass it off. “Please what?!” Bucky repeats louder.

“Please fuck me with your guns!” You shout quickly. Bucky lifts his gun away from your face and you can’t help but exhale. Dean growls, running his hand through his hair. You squirm trying to hide your face again unsuccessfully.

“Oh angel. All you had to do was ask.” Dean says. They look at their weapons and choose Bucky’s gun. Its long black silencer is perfect for this situation. Bucky runs the tip of the barrel through your wetness, circling your clit. The barrel feels freezing against your hot cunt, you shiver and groan, wiggling in your restraints.

“Please, please!” You plead desperate for the firearm to be inside you. Dean smiles and gets down next to Bucky. He licks and sucks on your clit as Bucky finally inserts the cold steel into you. Your eyes roll I got the back of your head as you attempt to rock your hips.

“Still.” Dean says taking a break from teasing your clit. You freeze, unmoving but moaning and groaning as Bucky uses his gun as an extension of himself. It feels like when he fingers you, just with (more metal hehe cause his fingers are metal anyway. a weapon that could kill you in a second. You want more, so much more.

“More!” You whine straddling the line between desperation and pathetic. Dean stands up and arms himself.

“Look at you, stunning, tied up, helpless.” He stays studying your body up and down. He climbs on the bed and straddles your face. He stares down, growls and opens your mouth. “I’ve missed your mouth, been on the road to long.” He mutters almost completely to himself as he pushes gently in and out of your eager mouth.

You’re full! A beautiful once cold weapon is quickly becoming hotter as it’s thrust in and out of you. The man handling the weapon is a well known mob boss who’s killed thousands with the very same gun that’s filling your cunt. The man deliciously filling your mouth was one of a kind, a demon hunter with a cock so sweet it’s like chocolate. You missed this so much!

Bucky works his gun like magic exactly at the angle to have you gasping. Dean stands up and tilts Bucky’s head back. It’s such a soft moment, they share a kiss then both eyes snap back to you. “What do you think Buck, should we let her cum?” He whispers in Bucky’s ear. Bucky never stopped his tantalizing thrusting.

“Please can I cum please!” You whimper and whine, grinding on the pistol.

“Okay but once you do you're not allowed to stop.” Bucky smirks that sly smile. You moan and cry out ‘yes’ as he drives the weapon into your g spot over and over. You cum for the second time tonight with Bucky’s gun trigger deep in your pussy. He pulls it out of you and sucks the barrel down his throat, tasting everything you left him.

“Oh please can I be on my hands and knees and have you in my mouth and you in my cunt.” You beg when your voice comes back you. They both fall silent and untie you, gently rubbing your wrists and ankles to alleviate any pain. Quickly and desperately you get into position. Bucky in front of your face and Dean lining up to plow into your cunt. “Oh god.” You whimper and moan this is really happening! You’ve been fantasizing about this since that last time you fucked. “Please, please, please!” You beg until your throat is full of cock. Bucky really loses control when he’s fucking your mouth. It’s no wonder he does you’re so warm and desperately sucking for him.

A deep growl escapes Dean's lips as he thrust balls deep into you without hesitation. They get a rhythm going and you’re just bouncing between their cocks. Neither of them back off and sometimes they both thrust so hard your body feels like a spring.

Bucky grabs a handful of your hair pulling it hard as he works himself in and out of your mouth faster as his breathing quickens. He’s panting above you, you feel him pulse in your throat, he’s about to cum, you’ve missed the taste of him.

“Dean, cum down her throat.” Bucky growls. Dean didn’t have to be told twice he growled and he picked up his pace again. He thrusts in and out of your throat, stretching and filling you. His pattern staggered as he gets closer to cumming. You need him so bad, need to taste him on your tongue.

You feel him pulse and jolt in your mouth. You are flooded with a sense of euphoria as he fills your throat and cums. The fluid flowing over your throat and tounge, you’re literally addicted to him. You feel whole as he works through the after shocks of his orgasm in your mouth.

“Oh fuck I’m gon-“ Dean pants heavily. You push Bucky out of your mouth and he stumbles backward gently.

“INSIDE! Please daddy please cum inside my pussy!” You shout, your voice raspy from Bucky’s dick. He immediately bends over you and pins your neck to the bed he whispers in your ear.

“Come on my needy princess cum for me!” He bites your ear lobe and you cum, hard. He cums deep inside you, your pussy milking every drop from him. He slowly pulls out and watches his cum mix with yours. He licks the mixture into his mouth before kissing it into Bucky’s mouth. You turn onto your back and watch them kiss while your cunt continues throbbing. When they look down at you, you’ve caught your breath but you’re a moaning mess.

You close your eyes when a strong vibration kisses your clit.

“Ah!!” You gasp, your clit is so sensitive. Dean’s holding a wand, your favorite wand. It’s on the lowest setting but it’s taking your breath away.

“Color?” He asks.

“Green.”

“I’m not gonna let go of your beautiful clit, you're going to weep as the pain and pleasure melts your brain.” He pauses, as you blink at him trying to process what he just said. “Color?”

“Oh dear lord please please green, all the green.” You writhe still unbelievably wanting more.

He starts slowly teasing your clit, it hurts, it feels like electricity is running through your body. He presses the wand firmly against your clit. The pain sparkles up your arms it goes up to almost unbearable pain and then it twists and feels like heaven. You’re desperate again pleading and whining grinding on the vibrator until you cum and your brain shuts off, replaced with fireworks. The relentless vibrator means you can’t savor the orgasm for long as the process starts over and over again. He does this until your eyes start to water.

“Please sir please sir!” You cry out.

“What's wrong baby I thought you wanted to cum?” He asks just as it twists into good pain again and you’re seeing stars cumming so hard you stop breathing. You cum three more times before he finally pulls the vibrator away to your dismay. He kisses your cunt and places his whole hand over it. It is so sweet and feels so good on your sore pussy. “You did so good doll!” He pulls his hand away and kisses gently from your pussy up to your neck.

“I knew better than anyone how kinky you were, but I did not know that.” Dean says

“You hid that very well! We are around guns all the time how did you hide that they turned you on like that.” Bucky chuckles.

“It wasn’t easy but I’m glad you found out. That was…I will remember that for the rest of my life.”

“Damn I’d say we did alright Buck.”

“Alright fuckers! Snuggles than beer and dinner, sound good?” You say laying onto the center of the bed with out stretched arms. They join you and snuggle into your arms just holding each other. Together again, at last.

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