#the buried and the wed fuckin giggling

[honkygay]

the spiral must feel like a fucking idiot about mike crew cuz like,,, the spiral wanted his ass so bad it chased after mike for fucking years and the guy got swept up LITERALLY by another entity cuz he hated the spiral so bad. like damn can’t have SHIT in the distortion

#honkygaytalks #tma #the magnus archives #the spiral #the distortion #the vast #mike crew #michael crew #id feel pretty fuckin embarrassed idk #the buried and the wed fuckin giggling #giggling and cackling #all cuz mike was SCRAMBLING to get away from the lichtenberg man #idk IM giggling and cackling

[munson-blurbs]

eddie/wedding/tequila 🍻

Drunk Eddie is my favorite Eddie to write hehehe 💚

Warnings: alcohol consumption, Eddie is absolutely plastered, allusion to smut

WC: 989

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The band plays the final note of The Police’s “Every Little Thing She Does is Magic” and begins the opening chords of “Truly Madly Deeply.”

“Okay, let’s slow things down for all the lovebirds out there,” the lead singer croons into the mic. “Grab your sweetheart and bring ‘em onto the dance floor.”

You make your way over to your table and extend your hand. “May I have this dance?” you ask sweetly, frowning when the metalhead shakes his head. A lock of his curly brown hair comes loose from the bun at the nape of his neck. “Why not?”

“I’d love to,” Eddie slurs, taking another sip of his drink, “but ‘m married to the love of my life. I only wan’ dance with her.”

Stifling a giggle, you sit in the chair next to him and rub his back. “I know that. Because I’m your wife, Eddie.” You motion to the diamond on your ring finger and the silver band on his. “We’ve been married for two years.”

“No fuckin’ way!” he exclaims. “That’s awesome. ‘Cause you’re, like, s’fucking beautiful.” He gasps. “Holy shit, my wife is beautiful!”

The scent of tequila wafts from his breath, and you crinkle your nose. “Eds, how many shots did you and Robin do?”

Eddie whines and throws his head back. “Don’t make me do math at a party!” He rests his head on your shoulder and grabs your hand, placing it atop his scalp. “Can you give me scratches?”

You oblige, kissing just above his ear. “C’mon, puppy dog,” you tease. “Let’s get you back to the hotel room.” Starting to help him up, you spot Steve making his rounds, bow tie undone and face flushed from dancing. You send up a silent prayer that Eddie won’t attract his attention, but it must get intercepted. 

“Harrington!” your husband calls out. Multiple guests turn to face you; it is a Harrington wedding, afterall. “Get over here, big boy!” He stumbles towards the groom and claps a ringed hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, buddy,” Steve says with a chuckle. “Y’havin’ a good time?”

“The best.” Eddie is fully leaning on his friend now, and you mouth Sorry in Steve’s direction. “Dude, my wife is so hot.”

You bury your head in your hands; your cheeks are burning with embarrassment. “Let’s go, Eddie,” you insist, grateful that Steve appears unfazed by the comment. 

“Stevie, you ever been in love?” Eddie asks, suddenly serious. His eyes are glassy and half-lidded; it’s only a matter of time before he falls asleep. 

Steve looks around at the hotel ballroom, eyebrows raised. “Uh, yeah. I just got married, like, three hours ago. You were a groomsman.”

“Shit, yeah!” Eddie sounds as though he’s receiving brand-new information. “Congrats, man. Anyway,” he presses on, ignoring you tugging on his sleeve, “I jus’ want you to know that I, Eddie Munson, am also in love. With this girl right here.” He flails his free arm around until he finds your waist and pulls you into him. 

“Well, I’m, uh, happy to hear that,” Steve manages, and you shoot him another apologetic glance before dragging Eddie to the elevator and into the hotel room. You can’t turn the key fast enough. 

Eddie flops onto the bed, still fully dressed in his tuxedo and shoes. You take a moment to appreciate the silence before he pipes up:

“We gotta beat Steve.”

Despite your better judgment, you respond with an incredulous, “what?”

“We gotta beat Steve,” Eddie repeats. “We got married, but now he’s married, too. So we’re not winning anymore.” He pouts for a millisecond before sitting up suddenly, steadying himself on the sheets. “We should have a baby!”

You burst out laughing. “Babe, I love you. But I am not bringing new life into this world just so you can win some imaginary competition against Steve.”

“Fine,” Eddie slumps down, defeated. 

You figure that will be the end of the discussion, but you should know better at this point. You’re rifling through your suitcase for a pair of pajamas when you hear the mini fridge door open. 

“What are you doing now?” you hiss. 

“‘M wooing you so you’ll have my baby,” he hiccups, pulling out a small bottle of Patrón and unscrewing the cap. “I call this one the ‘wraparound.’” Eddie proceeds to drag the bottle around his head, spilling tequila everywhere. “Oopsie daisy!” He cackles like it’s the funniest thing in the world. 

You pluck the half-empty bottle from his grasp and set it on the nightstand. “Eddie, get out of those clothes and Go. To. Bed.” you say through gritted teeth. 

Eddie snorts. “If you wanna see me naked, you gotta take me out to dinner first.” But he obliges, sleeping as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you snuggle in next to him. He rarely drinks beyond an occasional post-work beer, so you’re glad he let loose tonight. You just wish you didn’t have to babysit him. 

Eddie stirs, wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist. “My sexy lil’ wife,” he mumbles. “Prettiest girl ‘ve ever seen.” He nestles into the crook of your neck. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too, Eds,” you tell him, brushing the stray hair from his face and kissing his forehead. “Get some rest, okay?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “Big day tomorrow. Gotta make a baby so we can beat Harrington.”

“Yeah, okay,” you reply tersely, rolling your eyes. 

But the next morning, after a cup of black coffee and two Advil, Eddie’s ushering you back into bed. 

“I was serious about that baby, sweetheart,” he muses. “And not because of a contest with Steve.” 

You smile, bringing your lips to his soft, plush ones. “Really?”

“Really,” he affirms, climbing on top of you and peppering your face with kisses. “But if there was a contest, we would totally be the superior couple.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

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#bug's 2k celebration #eddie munson fluff #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things

[aestheticaltcow]

What Happens in Vegas Doesn't Always Stay in Vegas

A four-part series about a drunken mistake and realizations starring our favorite neurotic chef.

Part 1 - Those are legal?

“I’m sorry, what do you mean ‘I’m married’?” Ellie questioned the FBI agent in front of her. “Well, with Jack’s security clearance, we took his marriage license application very seriously. Elanor Marks, you’ve been married to a man named Carmen Berzatto for the past eight years.”. Ellie turned to look at Jack, who was just as dumbfounded as her, “You two got married in 2016 at Quickie Vows in Las Vegas.” the agent handed Jack a folder. “Here’s all the information, sir.” Jack nodded without saying anything. 

“How did you not know you were married?” Jack laughed as he got into bed that night, “I didn’t think those Vegas weddings were like real marriages.” Ellie sighed, sinking deeper into their mattress. Jack frowned, realizing just how upset his fiance was, “Hey, get over here.” he opened his arms. Ellie sighed and scooted closer to him in bed, “This is one of the things I love about you, Ellie. You’re spontaneous and eclectic. You love life and have never said no to anything.” he kissed her head making Ellie sink deeper into his chest. “When I met you in Germany, I knew you were goin’ be my wife one day. This whole Vegas marriage thing is just a hiccup. I’ll call Bren, and we’ll get all of this figured out… you’ll get your spooky October wedding, I promise.” 

Ellie opened her locker the next morning and shoved her backpack in before sitting on a free chair to change into her non-slip shoes. “There she is, the blushing bride.” Ellie rolled her eyes at her friend’s greeting. “Hey, Maddie.” “You good?” “I’ve been better…”

Maddie shot her a quizzical look. “Wanna talk about it?” Ellie sighed “Do you remember Carmy Berztto?” “Wow, that’s a blast from the past…” “Yeah, that’s what I said… we’ve been married since that Vegas trip.” Maddie was lost for words, “You know what I have to feed my sourdough…” she awkwardly laughed, scratching at the back of her neck. “Lunch break?” Ellie laughed, knowing Maddie wanted to know what had happened that trip “Yes. I have so many questions.”

“CAB, you’re like the best.” “I don’t know ‘bout that, El.” Carmy laughed, taking another swig from his bottle of tequila. Ellie snaked her arm around his waist as the two walked down the Vegas strip. The two found themselves separated from the main group of friends they’d come to Vegas with; it wasn’t something unheard of for the two of them. “You’re a kid but got the fuckin’ James Beard! You’re the best.”Ellie hiccuped. Carmy rolled his eyes, “You’re only like a year older than me, babe.” Ellie giggled and playfully hit his chest. 

The two ended up sitting on the edge of a fountain, exchanging stories of childhood trauma and fears of the future between kisses. “My mom used to call me a whore back in high school-” “You’re my whore…” Carmy whispered as he kissed down Ellie’s jawline, making her giggle and hit his shoulder “You’re so stupid.” “Fuck I love you.” Carmy laughed, burying his head in her shoulder nipping at her collarbone. Ellie giggled and gently tugged at his hair “I fuckin’ love you too.”

In New York, this evening would end in sex on the kitchen floor or the ratty old couch in Carmy’s bare apartment. In Vegas, it was a different story. Neither Carmy nor Ellie realized who’d suggested it, but they found themselves at Quickie Vows. They both went through the motions, thinking it was the funniest joke in the world. The two returned to the group’s Airbnb and went to the backyard to get into the hot tub. The next day, Ellie got the call she’d been waiting for.  She was going to Europe to be a commis chef. After a quick stop in New York, Ellie was off and thought she’d never be back in the States, at least until she met Special Agent Jack Aubrey.

The two met in Germany five years ago; it was love at first sight for Jack. Ellie took a couple of months to warm up. He was everything Carmy lacked; he actively made time to be with her. They weren’t together out of convenience; Jack was proud to be seen with her. He encouraged her to be herself and grow as a person. But of course, Carmy needed to make one last appearance before Ellie could live happily ever after.

#carmen berzatto #the bear #carmen berzatto one shot #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #carmy berzatto #the bear fan fiction #the bear fan fic #the bear imagine

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 17.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Breast Play, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Love Making, Pregnant Sex, Jeongguk Being Fuckin' Filthy, Praise, Begging, Creampie // Taehyung Acting Up As Per Usual

Jeongguk was only without you for a month but during that time he forgot what it was like to lay in bed with you.

He forgot how you cuddled close to him in the chilly mornings, burying your face into his chest with childlike stubbornness. He forgot how you almost always softly whinged when he kissed the top of your head to wake you up. And he almost forgot how beautiful and incredible it feels to have your limbs tangle with his in the wee hours of daybreak.

Now that he's moved into your mansion, now that he has all of his belongings here, he finds himself appreciating the mornings even more.

You're not as sick as you were when you first found out you were pregnant but you're still exhausted all the same. Nothing wakes you up anymore, your hormones make you lay in bed like a lump on a log until his child deems it acceptable to rouse awake.

Curling his hand around your flat stomach, his lips drift softly over your shoulder.

To know he's bringing a life into this world with the woman he adores more than anything makes him constantly euphoric day in and day out.

It's funny to think that in just two weeks he'll be accompanying you to the wedding he was hired to go to so long ago. It's almost as if everything is coming full circle.

Drifting his lips to your hair, his eyes squeeze shut. There's such peace here at this moment. There's a serenity that cannot be matched and he's simply basking in its wonder.

This mansion you explicitly used to shelter yourself from the outside world is a newly defined place that you'll be raising a little life. All of the meaningless emptiness of the grand estate will have child-like giggles and babbling.

Tracing his thumb over your swollen womb, your once again boyfriend thinks of all the possibilities within this home.

Your whinge alerts him that you're waking up and it brings a soft smile to his pierced lips.

When Hawking hears that noise, he jumps onto the bed with curious excitement and your boyfriend lifts his head with wide eyes as a warning. His dog, now your dog as well, is so big and goofy that he has no spacial awareness. And if something happens to you or the baby, Guk will never forgive himself.

"Mornin'," you murmur to the Great Dane who doesn't heed his owner's cautious look.

Burrowing his face into your breasts, you cringe visibly and Guk is sitting up in an instant.

"Come on, dude," he hisses, pushing the dog's face softly away from you.

"It's okay, he doesn't understand," you reply sweetly, kissing the top of Hawking's head.

Everything about you lately has been swelling and aching, it's uncomfortable to be sure.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," your boyfriend whispers.

"It's okay, really," you promise, turning towards him.

Jeongguk lays himself back down, giving you a smile that is devastatingly handsome. He's so in love, he's so excited to become a parent with you that it's readily apparent on his features.

"How're my babies?" he coos, combing some hair back behind your ear.

"Tired," you breathe, which makes him nod in turn, "hungry, achy, crampy, emotional. I could go on."

He chuckles then, the sound making your bones almost jello-like.

You haven't been up to wearing your nightgowns to bed lately, the fabric that goes over your breasts is too restricting. So when your boyfriend looks you over in full, he can't help the way that his tongue slowly licks over his bottom lip.

The darkened veins around your swollen tits makes him almost frenzied with wanting but he's been respectful since you took him back.

Cupping your chest with his large, warm hands, he kneads the swollen skin very softly with his fingers.

Your whine lets him know how much you adore it and suddenly he's disregarding his huge dog beside you to crawl over you.

He rests his backside on the balls of his feet working to soothe your aches and pains immediately. Your skin is hot under his hands, almost as if you have a fever just on your chest.

You groan softly, letting your head loll back at the simple relief.

"You're so beautiful, I love you so much," Guk avows.

"We love you too," you whisper through clenched teeth.

To say you've gotten used to being pregnant is an understatement. It took you a few days, surely, you were frightened and scared beyond all belief at first but your boyfriend has ingrained in you just how much he adores this and you and his baby. So, it didn't take you so long to come to terms that you're growing a life inside you.

Bending down, Guk presses soft kisses to your areola. When you gasp loudly, making Hawking jump with fright beside you, your boyfriend finds his cock stirring.

"Feels good, baby?" he hisses, wrapping his lips around your puffy, dark nipple.

He suckles gently, suddenly forgetting the need to calm your aches and pains. His hand toys with the stiffening peak, rolling it ever so slowly between his thumb and index finger.

"Daddy, God!" you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

"Mhm," he groans against your skin soothingly, flicking the tip of his tongue to your bud.

His free hand trails lazily over your side, stopping shortly to graze along your swollen womb before continuing on it's long path but before he can even get there you're yelping out like you're about to orgasm.

His eyebrows furrow and he suckles harder against you, pinching and rolling just that much more fervently and when his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, you scream his name with heady pleasure.

Your arousal squirts out of you and coats his hand, body trembling with satisfaction and he lifts his head with a curiously triumphant smile.

"Cumming just by your tits? That's new," he breathes, stroking at his cock.

Your juices make his long, hard cock slick and he positions himself at your entrance with a raised eyebrow.

"Can you handle this right now, baby?" he inquires softly, drifting his hand over your cheek.

With a whinge, your hands coast up his heavily inked arms. You stare up at him with heavily sated eyes that seem to twinkle with the need for more.

"Give it to me," you beg softly.

That's all he needs to hear.

Entering you slowly, his mouth drops open at the sheer warmth and wetness. Your cunt is like a fucking siphon around him and he lets out a strangled groan at the feeling.

His elbows purchase themselves over your shoulders and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you adjust to the intrusion of his thick cock.

"Your pussy feels so different," Guk whines against your lips, "feels so fucking good."

You hook your hand around the back of his head, needing him so close to you.

"I love you," you whisper, looking up at him with soft, needy eyes that makes his cock throb within you.

"I love you too," he promises, pulling out almost all the way before slowly thrusting back inside.

This isn't a rough fuck, this isn't a quick thing that horny lovers do. He sets a slow, deep pace that makes your loins quiver. He's making love to you. He's showering you with every ounce of passion that he can to show you how grateful he is that you're with child.

"Oh fuck!" you squeak out, feeling his lips trail from your lips to your jaw and downward.

He suckles at your nipples once again, adoring how your legs butterfly open for more. Your arousal is messy and abundant, earning the most pornographic noises as he fucks you diligently.

"You're so fucking incredible," Guk hisses, licking at your nipple until your back is bowing off the bed.

He takes this opportunity to curl his arm around you, pulling you closer to him as his strokes begin to quicken.

"O-Oh! Daddy!" you blubber out, combing your fingers through his hair.

"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl," he praises, suckling at your sensitive flesh harder.

Your nails scratch at his skin, leaning pretty red lines he'll surely be tracing with his fingers later in the day.

"I can't wait till your bigger, till I can set you on your knees and fuck you from behind like an animal. I'm gonna hold your belly so tightly while you throw it back to me like a little slut. Your swollen pretty tits are gonna leak milk everywhere, begging to mother my baby. Fuck," he hisses, fucking into you harder.

He doesn't know where those hopes and dreams came from but he's pretty sure they've been laying thick on his mind since the minute he got you into bed the first time.

His irises burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He believes what he's saying, he wants you to do every vile and nasty thing with your pregnant body that he can and it only brings you closer to the edge.

There's a bubble growing and growing within your loins, it's expanding at a rapid pace and when he sits up and flips you over like you weigh nothing, the explicit show of strength makes you almost want to fall off the precipice then.

His chest lays over your back, hand cupping your small, swollen womb. His lips tug at your earlobe and you can only cry out in a semblance of babbles as he begins to fuck you stupid.

"I'm gonna worship you and this pregnant belly until my last fucking day. I want you to walk around this mansion stark naked with your big stomach in your hands and my cum running down your fucking thighs," he hisses, nibbling at your skin softly.

There's a demon within him now, some sort of incredibly aroused being that you can't help but want to bend your will to.

"Y-Yes, daddy! Please!"

"Yeah?" your boyfriend coos sweetly, "you want that? You want me to fuck your little pregnant cunt everyday? You want to drip with me everywhere you go? You want to hold your belly for me while you suck my cock or take it deep inside you?"

You nod incessantly, sobbing as his hand hooks around to the apex of your thighs. He rubs short, quick circles to your swollen clit, groaning at how tight you're getting around him.

You like this too apparently, you love the imagery, much like him.

"Fuck, throw it back to me, baby," he hisses, lifting himself off of your back.

His free hand slowly coasts over your spine while the other continues it's diligent work between your legs.

With every stroke he gives, you meet it and he moans loudly at the feeling. His head lolls back at the euphoria of it all and when he hooks his hand around your waist to pull you back even faster, you can't help the bubble within you as it's about to explode.

"Fuck, I feel it. That's my girl! Let go," Jeongguk praises, spreading your legs wider with his knees.

With a loud whimper, your body lets go. Your orgasm feels like shards of ice upon your body and you can barely register the slew of curses your boyfriend strings together behind you.

"Oh holy fucking shit," he whines, fucking you harder and faster until his thrusts become stunted and shorter.

With a deeply bassed groan, he spills his seed inside of you.

"My God," he sighs softly, pulling out slowly and laying down beside you.

He opens his arms and smiles as you immediately coddle to him, laying your face down on his chest.

"I love you," he whispers, running his hand over your womb.

"I love you too," you murmur, deeply sated.

As you begin to draw random shapes onto his chiseled chest, he stares down at you with adoration slowly creeping into his bones.

You, the mother of his baby, how deeply he fucking loves you.

"One, two, three," Guk counts, groaning loudly as he and his two best friends begin to set up gym equipment in the basement he didn't even know you owned.

You're giving him free reign within this mansion now. You're really starting to come to terms with sharing your life with him.

"Still don't like it," Tae murmurs, looking around the pristine basement.

"Oh my God, give it a rest!" Jimin hisses, setting down the rowing equipment.

Jeongguk has gotten used to ignoring the pretty boy lately. Nothing ever seems good enough for him anymore.

"She fucking lied to him! She withheld that she was fucking pregnant!"

Guk turns away from the both of them, grabbing his water.

"She was confused! She was scared! Christ, imagine you were a girl and you got pregnant so soon! How would you feel?!" Chim gripes back, folding his arms.

"I am not her!" Taehyung hisses, his voice slowly getting louder and louder with each word, "if she was fucking smart, she would have told him from the fuckin beginni-"

Jeongguk sighs loudly, spinning around and pressing his forearm against his best friend's chest until he backs him up into the wall. His eyes are wide with anger and ferocity.

"You are raising your voice in the mother of my baby's house. You're talking shit when she's right fucking upstairs. She was scared and nervous! Don't you think for a fucking second that I won't kick your ass where you stand just because we're friends! I'm sick of your shitty attitude, dude. I'm spending the rest of my life with this woman! Have some goddamn respect. If you wanna bitch and complain you can take it outside this fucking house and away from me! I'm sick of it."

Jimin puts his hand delicately on your boyfriend's arm, watching it shake with anger and fury.

"I said it's enough," Guk hisses finitely, letting Taehyung go.

The pretty boy fixes his shirt immediately after being let go, rolling his eyes at the sudden flair of anger.

"Y'know," the father of your child grunts, grabbing a beer from the new mini fridge beneath the bar you've only just installed yesterday, "Tae, you're one of the biggest fucking hypocrites I know. If you had one ounce of understanding in your body, you'd see just how fucked up you've been. You always complain about Y/N, about others and how if you were that person how differently you'd do things. Well guess what? You're not them. So shut the fuck up. I'm goddamn tired of you acting like you're the king of the universe and you never do any wrong. It's annoying."

Jimin clears his throat softly, nudging the pretty boy who simply huffs out and folds his arms.

"So you don't like it when I speak my mind? We're friends. Isn't that what friends do? Listen?" Taehyung counters, sitting down on the rowing equipment.

Guk snorts into the beer can as he takes a sip. He shakes his head softly, knowing that nothing he says will get through to his older friend no matter how much he tries. "Just keep your comments about my girl to yourself from now on. Or you'll regret it."

"Guk-" Jimin begins only to be cut off by the pretty boy.

"Oh yeah? And how will I regret it?"

"You'll lose the chance to ever see my baby grow up. I'm going to be a father, I have to make decisions that are right for me and my family."

Tae simply freezes, tilting his head to the youngest's threat. "That's vile."

"You're being vile towards my-"

"Gukkie?"

Your boyfriend's head snaps up and he's standing in an instant to greet you as you descend down the basement stairs.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmurs, walking over to you and placing both of his hands on your side.

"Are you okay?" you inquire, running your hands softly over his inked bare chest.

"Yeah! We're fine down here. What's wrong?" he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"I heard yelling," you whisper, looking up at him with doe-like, sweet eyes.

Just the sight kills him and he doesn't know how Taehyung could ever say anything bad about you.

"Oh, no, baby don't worry. We're alright down here. The boys are gonna leave soon and then I'm gonna make dinner for us," he coos softly, coursing a sweet hand over your cheek.

"Don't rush on my account. I'm just gonna go relax in the garden for a bit."

"How do you feel? Should you be laying down?" Guk asks sweetly, already forgetting the other two men in the room.

"I don't feel sick so I want to walk around for a while," you answer him, looking over at Jimin and Taehyung to give them a soft smile.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you're feeling alright," your boyfriend breathes, smiling down at you with his pearly whites.

You kiss his cheek softly before beginning your ascent back upstairs and he turns to his two friends.

"Thank you for helping me set up the gym, you're both more than welcome to come over and use it if you keep the mother of my baby's name out of your fucking mouths."

"I didn't say anything!" Jimin gasps, widening his eyes.

"Good, don't," Guk hisses, folding his arms.

Taehyung simply shakes his head, standing up off of the bench and rolling his eyes.

"What's your problem now?!" Chim groans, lolling his head back.

"Nothing," Tae replies, heading up the stairs and out of sight.

Your boyfriend simply holds up his hands, shaking his head. "He's really sensitive for someone that bitches about others constantly."

Jimin can only hum in agreement, chasing after the pretty boy with a sigh.

If there's one thing that Guk will do, he'll fight for you time and time again without any care for others.

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#at your service #chapter 17 #chap 17 #jungkook #jungkook fic #jeongguk #jeongguk smut #pregnant smut #pregnant smut bts #jungkook smut

[houseoftulips]

It’s 1:30 In the Morning | K. Bakugo ~ the one when your intrusive thoughts keep you up at night

➤ pairing: pro hero!bakugo katsuki x fem!reader

➤ mentions of: just bakugo being moody, fluff, reader just had random thing running in their head

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“Katsuki…” you whisper.

The blonde doesn’t stir from your call. You pout as you move closer to him. You begin to poke his cheek repeatedly to get him to answer you. You just got a lot of things on your mind right now, and he should listen.

“Babe,” you whisper again as you poke his cheek, “Katsuki!”

Finally, the asshole scrunches his face together as he moves in a more comfortable position on his back. “The fuck you want shitty woman,” he grumbles as his hand searches for yours to hold as his eyes remained closed.

“I can’t sleep,” you pout.

“Just close ya’ damn eyes,” he sighs out dramatically, “Nothin’ I can do about it.”

“I just got a lot of things on my mind, Suki,” you sigh softly as you look at his stupid handsome face.

“If you’re thinkin’ about the venue, stop fuckin’ worrying. We’ll find one just in time before the wedding,” he says in response.

Damn bastard read your mind. But it’s hard not stress about it because you both haven’t found one up to both your standards. You haven’t seen places where it meets in the middle yet, and it’s racking up your brain.

“It’s hard,” you say in disappointment, “I just want the perfect place for us.”

Bakugo sighs again as he finally opens his eyes to look at you. You smile softly seeing his sleepy face as he looks at you with his red, swollen eyes. He takes the hand he’s holding and brings it up to his lips. “Sweets… We’ll find a place that’s way more perfect than any damn extras’ wedding. Just give it time,” he says in an uncharacteristically comforting tone.

“You’re oddly comforting,” you tease as you softly bite his shoulder.

“If I’m not, you’ll just keep talking,” he grumbles with a smirk as you gasp dramatically.

“How rude,” you pout.

“Wanna knows what’s rude?” he smirks as he rolls on top of you making you laugh, “Wakin’ me up at 1:30 in the morning. Ya’ know I got early patrol, doll.”

He buries his face in between your tits making you run your fingers through his blonde, unruly hair. “Sorry, Suki,” you giggle, “I’ll apologize by making your favorite breakfast.”

“Good. Now go to bed. Quit wakin’ up…”

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#anime characters #anime fanfic #my hero acedamia #mha fluff #katsuki bakugō #mha headcanons #bnha bakusquad #reader x bakugo #bakugo headcanons #bakugo x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #mha katsuki #bakugo bnha #bnha katsuki bakugou #bnha bakugo #bakugo comfort #instrusive thoughts #wedding thoughts #bakugo katsuki #katsuki <3

[prettywordsblog]

PAIRING Roman & f reader

SUMMARY Roman, while in search of warmth, stumbles across his assistant.

WORD COUNT 1k

THEMES dom!reader, mommy kink, slight dubcon? (He’s tipsy)

A/N I post on ao3 too :) prettywords

NSFW under the cut!!!

The wedding was interesting. You’ve never witnessed a family so dysfunctional before, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t mildly entertaining. However, after a long evening at the afterparty, you head back to your room in the villa, ready to wind down. You lose your dress in favor for more comfortable clothing. Makeup is washed off and your hair is taken down from the tight bun it was in previously. But just as you were ready to get into bed, Roman stumbles into your room. Drunken.

“Hey,” He smiles, a little unsteady on his feet. “I’ve been looking for you… Where were you?”

“Uh,” You look at him with moderate concern. “In here…? You good?”

“Yeah, yeah. Feeling fuckin’…. Swell, actually. Can- can I stay with you?”

Roman clearly wasn’t feeling wonderful and for that you felt bad, but he’s your boss. It would be inappropriate, right?

“Roman…”

“We’re friends, c’mon,” He pleads so childishly. “And I don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh.

“Please?” His gaze is feigning innocence, you know he wants you to pity him. And it’s working. Those puppy eyes….

“…Fine.”

He smiles and walks towards your bed, collapsing onto it. “You’re a lifesaver.” As he buries his face into a pillow, you hear him mumble. “Can you… come to bed with me?”

It was clear there wasn’t much turning back from here. He was already in your room and there was no way he would leave. Accepting the situation, you close the door and pace over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.

He looks up from the pillow and scoots close to you. “Come cuddle or something…” he slurs. “I’m cold.”

You want to say something sarcastic, something quippy, but there’s no denying the fact that you kind of like what’s happening. You glance around the room, as if someone was watching. “Okay…”

You move closer to him, pulling his body close to yours, letting his head rest on your chest. His arms sling over your body, and he exhales deeply.

“You’re welcome kiddo.” You say, sarcastically.

Roman chuckles, nestling against you. “I’m most definitely an adult.”

“Yeah, sure, most of the time you’re an adult. But here I am playing mommy for your sorry ass.”

He giggles. “Don’t act like you don’t enjoy it. You like playing mommy.”

“Maybe I do.” You look down at him. “You have one sick oedipus complex.”

“You’re just mad that I’m right. Admit it, you like playing mommy.”

“I like being your mommy, you sweet, pathetic boy.”

You feel him pause, but he softens. “…I like that, mommy.”

The mood shifted. Something about your words sent a shiver down his spine, and something about what he said sparked an idea in your brain. You place your hand under his chin and pulls his face to look at you.

“Good.” You smile.

Roman looks at you, scanning your eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. He loves it.

“Can you kiss me?” He whispers, his words slurred if you listen closely.

And without answering, you softly place your lips against his. He pulls you closer, wanting more. Gently, you bite his lower lip, slipping your tongue in against his. His hand creeps up to your hair, grasping it, wanting to be even closer. Seconds that feel like hours eventually pass, and the two of you pull away from each other. He continues to look up at you with those puppy eyes that are really anything but innocent.

“Did you like that?” You whisper.

“Can we do that again? Please?” He whines, his hands clutching onto your shirt.

You nod. “Let mommy take care of you.”

He’s pulled in for another kiss. Roman is eager for your touch, his hands snaking around your body, caressing your skin. His lips move in tandem with yours, pressing himself against you trying to make every inch of contact count. He laces his arms around your neck as your hands firmly hold his waist.

Eventually you wedge your leg in between his, feeling his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. He lets out a whine, enjoying the friction. His hips shift, pushing against your thigh as his desire grows more intense by the second.

“You like that?” You whisper. “Like a bitch in heat…”

“Y-you’re cruel.” His voice is raspy and desperate. “I love it.”

Roman’s hips continue to rut. You pull his head against your chest, running your fingers through his messy hair. Your movements are sweet and gentle, deeply contrasting your harsh words.

“You’re gonna make a mess in your pants before you can even get your dick inside of me.”

He nods desirously against your chest. “Yes m-mommy… ‘m gonna make a mess…”

Roman’s breaths come out in short, quick gasps. “Please mommy,” he pleads with you. “Make me feel better.” His stare is hungry.

Slowly, your hand slips into his boxers, feeling him. He’s hard, painfully hard. You begin to pump up and down, spreading his precum as lubricant.

“Tell me how good it feels to fuck my hand.”

“It feels fuckin’ good mommy… your hand is so good…” He whimpers as he grinds his cock into your warm hand. His fingers grip onto the fabric of your shirt, clinging on tightly. His breath is heavy, he’s panting.

“You’re pathetic.” You whisper into his ear.

“Yeah, yeah…” he breathes out. “‘M fuckin’ pathetic… a mess…”

“A disgusting mess.”

He bites his bottom lip. With each insult his thrusts into your hand become more desperate, more sloppy.

He gasps for air. “K-keep going… fast… faster…”

You pick up your pace, your hand moving steadily up and down his cock. His hips move in rhythm with you.

“That’s it, puppy… You’re close.” You coo. “Make a mess for mommy.”

His mouth hangs open slightly, the burn in his belly growing stronger. With a few final pumps, he finishes. His cum spills all over his tummy and your hand, making a mess. Just like you asked.

He lays there, panting. “Fuck…”

You gently move his head off your chest, and onto a pillow. Slowly, you scoot down to his stomach, licking his cum off. He shivers, flinching a little at the warmth of your tongue. You then move back up to his face. You squeeze his face, signaling for him to open his mouth. You spit his mess into his mouth, and promptly cover it, forcing him to swallow.

“Good boy.” You whisper.

He nods. “Thank you mommy…”

#roman roy x reader #roman roy #succession #dom!reader #smut

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Whiskey Kisses

Idk there's something about Billy having a rough day and using you to make himself feel better that gets to me.

Billy Russo x female reader (no descriptions)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, inappropriate use of expensive whiskey.

So Billy is having a hard couple of days at work, he hasn't been home in two days. He's frustrated, he misses his wife and the knowledge that she's probably missing him too is killing him.

He gets aggravated at the people around him for keeping him away from you. He misses you to no end as he can imagine the way you've probably slept on your shared bed, clutching one of his t-shirts as you sleep.

He sighs angrily, thinking about the ways you'd probably welcome him home, with your body spread open on the bed, looking like the vixen he knows you are. He starts hating the people keeping him here. He gets aggressive, yells any command he makes until even his workers wishes he would go home.

When his secretary spies you walking up to her during lunchtime, you can see her visibly sighing in relief.

You chuckle "That bad huh?"

"You have no idea," she mumbles, "He's free for an hour, so you can go on in." You shoot her a wink and head to his door.

You step into his office and close the door. He's busy at his desk and doesn't look up when you walk in. He looks pristine, no indication that he hasn't slept in two days and probably showered in the gym downstairs. You gently lock the door behind you and lean against it, waiting for his acknowledgement.

He lets out a furious huff, but still doesn't look up. "This better be fucking good Marissa."

You don't say a word, waiting for him to look up.

He sighs again, "What-" he freezes when he sees you.

"Mister Russo." You start, your voice unwavering, "Care to explain why I slept alone in our bed for the last two nights?"

He knows you're not mad, can't believe he got someone as patient and kind as you to marry him. It feels like a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

He runs a hand down his face, letting his aggressive persona drop. He gives a little roll to his shoulders.

"Mrs. Russo, you would not believe the day I've had." He clears a spot on his desk in front of him for you to sit. He knows how you love sitting on his desk.

You give an adorable smile and saunter up to his desk. You quietly pull your coat off and drape it over one of his chairs. When he sees the tight little black dress you're wearing underneath, he groans. "I fuckin' love you babygirl, c'mere." He begs, tapping the open space in front of him.

You giggle as you slide onto his desk. He tilts his head up and you move yours down so that your lips meet somewhere in the middle. Your hands interlace in the space behind his neck and his large hands move to cup at your thighs. You can feel the metal of his wedding ring against your skin and you feel arousal start to pool at your core. This man is all yours.

Billy's lost in the space between your lips. He's enraptured by the taste of your tongue. It reminds him that he hasn't licked your sweet pussy in so long.

"Please." He murmurs against your mouth. You feel his warm hands moving up under your dress. His fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and give it a gentle tug.

Your run your fingers over his bearded cheek, breaking the kiss.

"Can I help you with something, Mister Russo?" You tease.

His eyes are closed, his forehead pressed against yours. He thinks about demanding a taste, but he's already on thin ice as it is.

He realises that the only way to get what he wants is to ask nicely.

"Need to bury my face in your pussy, want you to cum all over my tongue."

You touch the tip of his nose gently, "What's the magic word?"

If you were anyone else, he'd break fingers for demeaning him like this. For you, he opens his eyes and murmurs a quiet, "Please"

You shift your weight slowly from left to right, letting Billy shimmy your panties down your thighs.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he gets them off. He pushes your dress upwards so that your ass is bare against his desk.

He takes his time, moving each of your legs over his shoulders. You lean back and brace yourself on your elbows, eager to feel his hot tongue against your folds.

From this angle, he can see how wet you've gotten. All for him. He thanks whatever God there is that he has you in his life, warming his bed, filling his heart, holding him close. He definitely doesn't deserve it.

"This all for me baby?" He asks, using his thumb to spread your slick around. You're gasping as he grazes your clit. He gives one harsh swipe of his thumb against your bud and you jerk. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yessss. All for you. I'm yours and only yours."

He smiles at that. And before you know it, he's buried his face between your thighs. You give a stifled whine, trying your best to be quiet.

It's hard to be quiet when Billy's doing everything he can to make you scream. He licks at your pussy, moving from your entrance to your clit at a generous pace.

Your back arches, but there's not much closer he can press his face to your heat. He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking you in. You buck and moan against him, savouring the feel of his tongue laving at you.

Billy's in heaven. He doesn't think anything could taste better than you until an idea sparks in his mind.

You watch him reach for a glass of whiskey he had been drinking earlier before you arrived. He pauses his torture to look up at you.

"Do you have any idea how much a bottle of this whisky costs?"

Getting your mouth to say actual words is hard enough, guessing the price of the amber liquid swirling in his glass is basically impossible.

"Uhhhm, a thousand?" You ask.

Billy laughs, running the cold glass over the tops of your thighs and watching you squirm. "Try five hundred."

That gets you alert. "Five hundred? Five hundred thousand?!"

He hums his confirmation. "So stay still, you don't want to waste a drop."

You're confused at first, until he buries his tongue in you once again. You resist the urge to throw your head back. You watch as he tilts the glass and gently pours some of his very expensive whiskey onto your pussy.

The liquid is cold and you gasp. You moan his name as you feel his tongue lick every drop.

He looks up at you, gauging your reaction. You're panting, eyes half closed, watching him intently. He does it again, dripping some whiskey over your clit and catching it with his tongue.

"Billyyy" you moan.

The taste of your pussy makes the whiskey taste that much better and Billy can't get enough. He moans, pouring more of his drink over you, licking you clean before doing it over and over again. Billy worships your pussy with his tongue, just like you deserve.

Your hands can't help but sink into his hair, tugging at the longer strands. He knows you're worked up and aching for release. When he's drained every drop from his glass, he sets it down and pushes two of his long fingers into you.

You throw your head back this time. Whining at the feel of his fingers and his tongue working you slowly toward your peak. You can feel your toes curling as he hits that spot inside you.

"Gonna cum Billy." You say.

You hear and feel Billy groan, his tongue pressed firmly to your clit. You know what he'd say if he had the willpower to pull away from you. 'Cum on my tongue baby, need to taste that sweet cunt.'

You hit your peak slowly, your orgasm spreading fire through your veins as you clench hard around his fingers. Your body arches and you come with a cry of his name.

He takes his time, licking you gently through your orgasm, watching you shiver and shake as you come down from your high. He knows an orgasm that intense is going to require a little bit of aftercare.

Billy is the fucking king of aftercare. He cleans you up, and pulls you off his desk so that you're perched on his lap, snuggling into his body. He kisses the top of your head as he lets you catch your breath. You can feel the bulge in his pants beneath your ass, but it's more of an effect of eating you out than a need for release.

You watch as he takes a wet wipe from a container in one of his desk drawers and clean the area of his desk where he just did those filthy things to you. You chuckle into his shoulder.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing. I love you." You say, kissing his throat.

When the hour's up, you know you have to leave. Billy looks very unhappy when you stand. You kiss the crinkle in his eyebrow, your heart aching for your husband.

"Will I see you tonight?" You ask tentatively.

He stands, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Nothing could keep me away." He murmurs into your hair. With one last kiss he lets you leave.

On your way out, Marissa gives you a large smile. You return her smile, "I'll think you'll find he's much better to talk to now."

"You're my hero." She responds.

You simply laugh and head out.

#ben barnes #billy russo #billy russo x female reader #billy russo x reader #billy russo smut #the punisher #my writings #he's perfect #amazing #showstopping

[calpalirwin]

‘Til the End of the Line

Summary: After receiving Killed in Action notices for both Bucky and Steve, the last thing you expected was to find Steve on your doorstep offering to take you to Bucky.

A/N: This is clearly an “I write what I fuckin’ want” fanfic blog, so get with it or get off.

Word Count: 3.2k

And away, and away we go!

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1943

The music was a soft hum in your ears, the paper around the flowers crinkling in your hands as you stepped forward. Steve’s arm held you steady as your breath caught, looking at Bucky standing under the altar. Your cheeks hurt from smiling when his head tilted towards you, a soft smile on his own face, his eyes matching the color of the sky outside.

“You’d think you’d never seen Buck before today,” Steve teased in your ear.

A blush colored your face. “I can’t help it if he takes my breath away,” you giggled.

“Mmm, we should all be so lucky,” Steve continued to tease as he escorted you down the aisle, Bucky’s hand reaching out for you as you got closer.

“You’re beautiful, doll,” Bucky whispered as traded Steve’s arm for Bucky’s hands holding onto yours.

“James Buchanan Barnes, I’m gonna love you forever.”

“ ‘Til the end of the line,” he promised and before the wedding officiant could finish telling Bucky he could kiss you, your lips were already meeting.

The honeymoon got cut short when Bucky’s orders came through the next morning. 

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back,” he told Steve, wrapping the smaller man into a hug.

“How can I?” Steve asked, returning the hug. “You’re taking all the stupid with you.”

“Watch after each other?” Bucky asked as he and Steve stepped apart, and you could see the worry in his eyes.

“We’ll be fine, Bucky,” you said, twisting your ring on your finger. “But you-” your voice caught as a tear betrayed you by sliding down your face. “You come home to us, you understand me?”

“Be back before you know it.” His thumb brushed softly against your cheek. “We got a honeymoon to finish.”

Your laugh was half a sob as you flung your arms around your husband’s neck. “I mean it. You better come back, or I’ll kill you myself. And I can do it, too. I’m stronger than I look.”

“Oh, I know,” he chuckled. “Keep Steve safe, okay?”

“Okay,” you promised with a small sniffle.

How were you supposed to know Steve was going to undergo risky experiments to try and join the war effort? How were you supposed to know that in two years time there’d be a knock on your door, and instead of it being either one of your boys on the other side, it was some generic desk soldier with two notes in his hands that sent you crashing to your knees? Your two boys, now reduced to two notes, and two broken promises, and they didn’t even have the bodies so you could properly bury and mourn them. “You weren’t supposed to come home this way!” you cried, clutching the Killed in Action notices close to your chest. “I tried to keep him safe! It was Steve, you should have known better than to make me promise that! You were supposed to come home!”

~~~

2016

“I want to go back to sleep,” Bucky said in a tone that made it clear he had made up his mind and couldn’t be persuaded otherwise.

“We can help you, Buck,” Steve tried to plead anyway.

“And when you figure it out, you can wake me up again. I’m done hurting people, Steve.”

“Buck… I-”

“Look. Short of you telling me that Y/N’s still alive, there’s no changing my mind on this. And even then…” His voice broke off and he averted his gaze, not able to finish his thought. That his wife was so far into old age that she wouldn’t be able to recognize him. That he didn’t want to see her that way when he was supposed to have grown old with her. That even if she was still somehow of sound mind, he didn’t want to see the disappointment in her eyes when she realized he had changed into a monster, so far gone from the man she’d fallen in love with.

“She’s not, Buck,” Steve told him sadly. “It was one of the first things I did after I woke up.”

“When?”

“1946. She gave everyone hell trying to find anything about us.”

Bucky gave a small smile of pride. “Sounds like something she’d do. Your sister always was a firecracker.” Then, the smile disappeared. “1946? Steve… she didn’t?”

Steve offered a stiff nod. “She did. I found one of her old journals if you wa-”

“No.” Bucky shook his head before turning to a Wakandan. “Put me under.”

“Buck!” Steve tried again, not ready to let his friend go when it felt like he was finally getting him back. The last part of Y/N and their past they both had, and he was supposed to stand there and let Bucky go under again?

“I have to. I hurt too many people. It’s only temporary.”

Steve sighed in defeat. “Okay. Okay. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“ ‘Til the end of the line?”

“ ‘Til the end of the line.”

~~~

2023

“So now what?” Bucky asked.

Steve shrugged his shoulders. “Keep working for SHIELD. Keep helping those who need us. Try and live a normal life.”

Bucky chuckled wryly. “My life hasn’t been normal in eighty years. And I-” he broke off into a sigh. “It’s stupid. But I don’t want normal. Not this way.”

Steve nodded knowingly. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that his sister had died not knowing that her brother and her husband were still alive. It wasn’t fair they never got to go back home to her. It wasn’t fair that while he got trapped in ice for seventy years, Bucky had undergone unspeakable acts against humanity. It wasn’t fair that their last normal moment had been Bucky and Y/N’s wedding, a timeline that ended in heartbreak when it shouldn’t have. A timeline that he could fix.

Steve jumped to his feet so fast, Bucky thought the man would fall on his face. “What?” he asked, excitement lacing his voice.

“I have an idea,” Steve told him.

“I can see that. What’s the idea?”

Steve opened his mouth, but closed it, choosing not to answer. He couldn’t risk Bucky getting hurt if his idea turned out to be a bust. He had to be a hundred percent sure it would work first. And the only way he could be a hundred percent sure was to carry out the idea, and then give Bucky the surprise of a lifetime. “I just have to talk to Bruce, that’s all. Stay here.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, but stayed put as he watched Steve walk off, pulling Bruce aside. He watched the conversation that took place in hushed tones, with Steve animatedly talking with his hands and Bruce nodding along in thought. But when both men went inside the house and Steve emerged a few minutes later in a time travel suit and a duffle bag in hand, Bucky was up and running. “Okay, what’s going on?” he demanded as he got within earshot of Bruce and Steve.

“I’ll explain everything when I get back,” Steve told him.

Bucky turned expectantly to Bruce who just shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just running the machine.”

Sam came jogging up at the commotion. “What’s going on?”

“Steve’s doing a solo mission,” Bucky said sharply.

“Well, hold up.”

“It’s something I gotta do alone, sorry,” Steve said, going to stand on the platform of the time machine while Bruce went to the controls.

“What the…?” Sam breathed in disbelief.

“Believe me, I wish he would TELL ME too, Sam!” Bucky yelled, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.

“You can thank me later,” Steve grinned, before looking over at Bruce. “Ready when you are.”

Bruce counted down and there was a zap of air that took Steve with it. “How long until he’s back?” Bucky and Sam both asked.

“As long as it takes for him, but about five seconds for us. 3… 2…”

~~~

1945

Steve threw out his hands to balance himself as he zapped into place. He was grateful he had the thought to zap himself into the most inconspicuous place possible: a bathroom stall, so he didn’t draw unwanted attention to himself.

Quickly he changed out of his suit, folding it neatly beside the spare one, and into clothes more in line with the era he was stepping out into.

Exiting the bathroom onto a Brooklyn street, he stopped by the nearest newspaper stand, checking the date. Perfect.

He marveled slightly at the old streets as he walked, allowing himself to get wrapped up in nostalgia. The homecoming he never got to have, and even though he had matters to attend to, he was going to savor what little he could.

He took a breath to steady himself before he knocked on the all too familiar apartment door. “Coming!” he heard a female voice say from inside and his heart leapt into his throat as the lock clicked and the door pulled open. “Steve?” you asked in confusion looking up at the taller and more muscular man that shared a striking resemblance to your scrawny brother. A brother you had been told two days ago was dead.

“Hi, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile.

Your face lit up and you flung her arms around him in a rib-crushing hug. “Steve!” you cried into his neck in joy, relief, and shock. “It’s you!”

“It’s me,” he laughed in agreement. “God, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea.” You held him out at arm’s length. “Wow…” you breathed. “That was some experiment, huh?”

“You don’t even know the half of it.”

“Well, come in!” you ushered, stepping aside. “Tell me everything. Bucky’s not hiding around here somewhere is he?” you asked excitedly, peering around him as he stepped into the apartment.

“No. No, Buck’s…”

“Steve…” you interrupted, your voice a wobble, and tears filling your eyes preemptively.

“He’s fine!” he blurted. “He’s fine, I promise.”

“Then where is he?” you asked, tears sliding down your face anyway. “Where’s my husband, Steve? Why isn’t he home?”

“It’s a long story, and when I’m done, I’ll take you to him if you let me.”

“If I let you? What does that mean?” you asked as you took a seat at the kitchen table.

“It’s a long story,” he repeated.

“Then you better get to talking.”

“So you know how I left to be part of that experiment for the war?”

“Yes.”

“The serum they gave me made me this.”

“Okay. And what does that have to do with Buck?”

“A lot actually. So after being a puppet for the Army, I found out where Buck was stationed. And it turned out his company had been taken. So naturally, I staged a rescue mission.”

“Naturally,” you scoffed.

“Y/N…”

“Sorry… Go on.”

“The Nazis were also experimenting with their own super soldier serum. Buck was part of that when I got to him, but he was still more or less fine.”

“I don’t think I like where this story is going…”

“You aren’t at first,” Steve admitted. “So, we got him and his team back. We started a mission to infiltrate a Hydra base. That’s the Nazi super solider program. Hydra. While en route, we lost Buck.”

“And by lost, you mean…?”

“In the middle of a fight he fell off a train on the side of a mountain… So naturally we assumed he was dead.”

“Naturally…” you said, turning a shade of green, and looking down at the two notices on your table that bore both Bucky and Steve’s names followed by the words “Killed in action.”

“He didn’t die though. But I didn’t know that myself until 2016.”

“I’m sorry?” you blinked in confusion. “2016? That year hasn’t happened yet.”

“I’m getting there. I finished the mission, but on my way back I crashed into the ocean and was frozen until 2011.”

“Oh is that so?”

“I know. It sounds crazy. And it was a shock when I found out, too. But it’s the truth. I woke up in a SHIELD facility in Manhattan in 2011 after crashing my plane into the ocean in 1945.”

“And SHIELD… that’s Peggy and Stark right?”

“More or less, yeah.”

“Okay… So if you wake up in 2011, how come it took you five years to find Bucky?”

“Because I didn’t know he was alive until we were on a mission to apprehend the Winter Soldier.”

“We? Mission? Did you seriously join the Army again, Steve?”

He laughed. “No. I joined the Avengers which is part of SHIELD.”

“Okay… and who’s this Winter Soldier person?”

“Buck.”

“Oh, how nice…”

“Yeah. It turns out that the super soldier serum he had saved him from his fall. But the Russians got their hands on him and brainwashed him into a super assassin.”

“Not very hard considering the US Army already trained him as a sniper…”

“Yeah. So when I found out the Winter Soldier was Buck, I kinda went rogue for a bit trying to get him to be Buck again. Pissed off SHIELD. Got arrested for pissing off SHIELD. Got in a few fights with Tony over it.”

“And Tony is?”

“Stark’s kid.”

“Oh, good for Howard!”

“Ehhhh…” Steve said. “I mean, Buck killed Howard and his wife. And we buried Tony last week.”

“Oh, how nice…”

“Yeah… but we got Buck unbrainwashed for the most part. There’s lingering trauma, but there’s no more worry that he’ll snap back in the Winter Soldier like there used to be. Oh, and he has a metal arm.”

“Jesus, Steve…”

“I know. It’s a lot of information to process all at once.”

“You’re telling me! Not only are you and Buck alive, but you’re in the future?! Where I’m assuming you guys figured out time travel?”

“Yeah…”

“And I’m assuming that all that being frozen kept you from aging, but what about Bucky?”

“Even I don’t fully understand that part because Buck both has his Winter Soldier memories missing, and there was a period where he voluntarily went under for a few years, and then there was the five year blip…”

“What?!”

“Yeah. So in 2011, I started aging again. And after I found Buck and got that straightened out, he put himself back under because he didn’t want to hurt anybody anymore until we found a way to break his brainwashing. He was under for about two years before we pulled him back out. And there was this intergalactic war where the bad guy, Thanos, snapped away half of Earth’s population, which included Buck. And it took us five years to fix that. So we just say that Buck and I are thirty-eight. Because saying we’re a hundred and six draws weird looks.”

“Mhm… So I lost about twelve or so years with my brother and my husband?”

“Jesus, that’s your worry?”

“Well that’s the only part I can wrap my head around, Steven!”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright. It’s a lot, I know.”

“Steve… I- Why are you telling me all this?”

“Because I’m here to take you back with me.”

“Back where?”

“To 2023.”

“Where Bucky is?”

“Where Buck is.”

“I can come with you? I can be in the future with you and Bucky?”

“If you want to. Or you can stay here.”

“What happens if I stay here?”

“Two days ago, a soldier knocked on your door to tell you Buck and I were killed in action,” he said, tapping on the notices. “After a couple days of this haze you’re in, you go on a year-long rampage trying to find answers because the Army doesn’t have our bodies.”

“Because you’re in ice in the ocean, and the Soviets take Bucky.”

“Yeah.”

“I only fight for a year?”

“That’s how long it takes before the pain becomes too much.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. So arguably, bringing you back with me also saves you.”

“Okay… And how do we do that?”

“I have these suits in my bag, and these things called Pym Particles. The suits protect us while the particles transport us back.”

“And Bucky’s there? And he’s okay?”

“Yeah. And he’ll be so happy to see you again.”

“That intergalactic war is over right?”

Steve laughed. “Yeah. Yeah, everything’s the way it’s supposed to be. Until the next threat comes along, but that’s nothing anyone needs to worry about right now.”

“Okay,” you nodded, standing up. “Okay, let’s go.”

~~~

2023

“... 1,” Bruce said and there was another zap of air as Steve appeared, this time with another person.

“Who the hell is that?” Sam whispered to Bucky as the newcomer took off her helmet, blonde hair falling to her shoulders in a soft wave of curls.

“Someone I thought I’d never get to see again,” Bucky whispered back, rubbing at his eyes in disbelief. “Y/N?” he asked, making his voice a little louder to reach the woman.

A smile broke out across your face before you sprinted towards the man. “Bucky!” you cried, jumping into his arms.

He instinctively wrapped his arms around you as your legs snaked over his hips, locking yourselves into the other. “Doll,” he whispered in your ear, and you felt a warm tear splash down the collar of your suit, but if it was yours or his, you had no idea.

“Bucky,” you breathed happily into his neck, familiarizing yourself with his scent all over again. “You were supposed to come back to me.”

“I tried, doll. I tried.”

“Buck has a girlfriend?” Sam asked Steve as they both watched the happy reunion between the couple.

“Wife,” you, Bucky, and Steve replied.

“Someone married Robocop?!”

Steve laughed as Bucky set you on your feet. “Y/N Rogers-Barnes,” you said, turning to Sam and offering your hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Rogers-Barnes…” Sam repeated slowly, shaking your hand. “So you’re Steve’s sister as well?”

“Yes.”

“I’m Sam.”

“Sam,” you nodded, turning to Bruce who was stepping out from behind what you assumed was a control panel for the time machine you and Steve had arrived on. “And you are?”

“Dr. Bruce Banner. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you too. And thanks. I’m assuming that was your design? But why Pym Particles if you’re Banner?”

“The particles weren’t my creation. But, yes, I had a hand in helping perfect our time traveling technique.”

“Everyone did,” Steve explained. “Well, those of us who didn’t get blipped. We have a lot of smart minds on the Avengers team.”

“Lost some great ones as well,” Bruce nodded sadly.

“Yeah, Steve told me some of what happened. My condolences.”

“How much did Steve tell you?” Bucky gulped.

“Oh, he told me all about you, Winter Soldier,” you teased.

Bucky winced, flinching away when you reached up to cup his face in your hand. “Please don’t call me that…” he whispered.

“You’ve changed,” you noted, tugging softly at his long hair and beard, before tracing your fingers over his jacket where you knew the metal arm was.

“For the worse, and then for the better,” he admitted.

“You’re still my Bucky,” you smiled softly at him, cupping his face in your hands again, making him look at you.

“I try to be,” he told you softly, before his nose was nudging against yours. “God, you have no idea how badly I’ve missed you. How long I’ve hoped to see you again.”

“Well I’m here now. And if memory serves, you still owe me a honeymoon, Mr. Barnes.”

“And a couple wedding anniversaries. And a few birthdays. Some Christmases,” he said, punctuating each sentence with a kiss.

“Mmm, we better get started then.”

“I’m gonna love you forever.”

“ ‘Til the end of the line.”

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#til the end of the line #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes x reader #rogers!reader #avengers #marvel #calpal irwin

[restingdomface]

Consider: what if WWX never lost his golden core so he never resorted to demonic cultivation. Now, this wouldn’t save everything. He’s still a grating little asshole who runs when he shouldn’t and won’t stop trying to befriend everyone he sees.

But that’s the thing entirely. Is that the elders of the clans would have no reason to call him anything but a war hero. He’s not a satanist hellbent on their damnation. He’s not raising the dead. He just ran off with some Wen remnants that he says never should have been in the camps to begin with.

Lan Qiren doesn’t much like the kid. He’s loud, he runs, he drinks. But he also stands by Lan Wangji’s side to keep him safe and fight with him, not thinking he’s better than him, but as an equal in their cultivation. That’s his nephews first friend. And he’s still his nephews friend.

So he volunteers to go see these Wens, and finds them nothing more than children and elderly. The only two cultivators they have, gave up everything in their life, including their freedom, just to see what’s left of their family safe.

Everyone was so wrapped up in the idea of Wei Wuxian being evil, that even when presented with solid evidence that he wasn’t planning anything but a garden, they couldn’t wrap their minds around it being anything but a trap.

But I am obsessed with the idea of someone like Lan Qiren, who doesn’t even like Wei Wuxian very much, defending him. Saying that he fully believes that these people were being tortured by the Jin clan, and everything sorta just falling apart from there. He gives the Jiang clan enough backing in his conviction that they don’t have to choose between Yanli’s marriage to Jin Zixuan, or between the rogue adopted brother. They can have both, as a treat.

But also I fuckin love the idea of Lan Qiren moving them all into the Cloud Recesses and talking about how A-Yuan will act as any other disciple in their clan and Wen Ning and Wen Qing will work with the healers and the rest of them (tho maybe a few other kids too I love AUs where there’s more kids than just A-Yuan and that makes the Jins look even worse, they would be absorbed into the students too) can live a peaceful life of retirement while still watching over the kids there.

And WWX is just. So moved. That he does /anything/ possible to try and be a follower of all those stuffy rules, and LWJ is just. Subtly off to the side all ‘lol I got you wine’ and WWX is all ‘LWJ THATS RULE BREAKING’ and LWJ is all ‘idk what do now, brother said he would like this as a courting gift, brother??? Brother what do wrong???? BROTHER HELP ME!!!!’ And LXC is just subtly setting them up in their predicaments together and WWX is already in LWJ’s guest room, ‘huh, maybe y’all should keep A-Yuan for the night? Oh you only have two beds? It’s okay, you two can share so the baby can have the guest room’ but that one backfired too cause A-Yuan will take any and all chances to sleep with Xian-Gege and no he will not be in the bed with Young Master Lan that’s not how this works Xian-Gege, so now WWX is with the baby and LXC is all ‘ahhh shit that’s fuckin cute great now I have to get the baby used to LWJ so the three of them can cuddle’ and in this universe Lan Xichen, the upstanding Lan Sect Leader, abandons all morals and tells LWJ, to bury the child in rabbits. Just. Hand him a carrot and put him in the bunny pen. Just start handing him bunnies and don’t stop. Just make the child giggle and bury him in friends.

A-Yuan is much more open to communal bed sharing with all of them now. It’s nice. He’s baby. Also LWJ takes him and WWX down to Ciyi Town for day trips sometimes. They learn the baby gets super seasick when Uncle Jiang is there one day and Jiang Cheng has to buy new outer robes in town cause he’s wearing the baby’s lunch. Ooooof.

Mainly, the point of this post: I want a fic where LQR legit defends WWX cause he thinks he’s a hooligan, but not evil, and now he’s regretting everything at the WangXian wedding. It’s okay, Shifu, just get drunk.

#the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #lan sizhui #a yuan #lan qiren #fix it au

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ｂｕｃｋｙ ｂａｒｎｅｓ ｘ ｓｔｒｉｐｐｅｒ!ｒｅａｄｅｒ

ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ: bucky’s got a little secret that he goes to every night; where his little bunny is waiting for him just like always.

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ: smut 18+ (pet names, bucky gives you a collar ;), face sitting, oral m recieving, light bondage, semi public sex, unprotected sex) slight angst?

ａ/ｎ: i really like this lmao might do a part 2? idk let me know 

ｗｃ: 2.3k

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“Where are you headed Buck?” 

“Out,” he said without much thought.

“Wait!” Steve shouted, running to catch up to him.

“Seriously, Buck. What’s going on? You’ve been out almost every night. You’ve taken out tons of money for cash,” Buck looked at Steve confused, “Yeah, Tony asked me why you were wasting your paycheck and where it was going. I told him I have no idea.”

“Can you not right now? We’ll talk…” Bucky trailed off patting his pockets; looking for something.

“We’ll talk later, I promise,” he said before running upstairs to grab a velvet box. 

Bucky went to the garage, luckily without running into anyone, and hopped on his bike and headed to the club downtown. When Bucky got there his senses were quickly overwhelmed with the smell of weed, smoke, sweat, alcohol. But he got over once his eyes landed on you. 

You sat in the pink and purple lights on another man's lap; slipping bills in your bra and panties, laughing and sulking in your attention. Bucky knew the demands your job had but it didn’t stop him from wanting to turn any man who touched you or even looked at you like he did inside out. 

You looked up and noticed Bucky’s piercing eyes looking at you. You wanted to cave in yourself. It wasn’t often that Bucky would find actually doing your job but when he did you felt dirty and gross; like you were cheating on him even though he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his. 

Yet.

“That’s your time,” you said sexily to the man. 

“Oh come on, baby. Lemme get another hour. Maybe we can migrate to one of the private rooms?” he whispered disgustingly. 

“I’m sorry. I have another client,” you looked down at his hand where a gold wedding band sat on his fourth finger.

“Hey, you’re not going anywhere. It’s your job to please me,” he grabbed your arm roughly, shocking. This wasn’t rare but it also didn’t happen a lot; it still scared you when stuff like this happened.

“I already told you I have another client,” you yanked your hand away, quickly walking away shaking.

“Fuckin’ whore,” he said distantly; you rolled your eyes. Sometimes this job makes you feel disgusting.

“Are you ok?” Bucky said brushing your arm softly when you went up to him.

“Yeah, I’m  ok. The room in the back corner is open for us, I’ll meet you there. I’m just gonna grab a quick drink. Do you want anything?”

“No. Wait- Actually could I just have some water?”

“Mission?”

“Yeah,” he responded; you smiled softly before going to the bar. 

“You ok? I saw what happened,” the bartender asked you while grabbing two waters for you and Bucky.

“Yeah, just a guy with too much testosterone,” you chuckled.

“Need a shot?” she asked, holding a bottle of tequila.

“No, uh, Buck’s here,” you hesitated. She knew about your “nightly sessions” you’ve had for the past couple months. Yes, months. Bucky came almost every night. It started just for sex at first. You hadn’t intended to sleep with him his first night but it happened. Since then Bucky became addicted. He doesn’t even pay, he just shows up and fucks your brains out. And you don’t mind not one bit.

“This isn’t healthy for either of you.”

“I know but it’s all I have right now.”

You walked around the swarm of dancers and clients coming up to the private room designated for private dances. You slowly opened the door and closed it behind seeing Bucky snap his head to you when you came in. His usual worrisome and hard face soften with his beautiful smile. 

You smiled back handing him his water. He took it and chugged it all in seconds. Some water spilled down his chin and his throat and you were instantly turned on, holy hell that was hot.

“Thank you, bunny,” he smirked. The name you were given when you joined the club as a dancer was Bunny; it was also Bucky’s favorite name to call you. 

“Speaking of, I have something for you,” he took out the velvet box and grabbed your hand to lead you to the small pink bed. He sat you on his lap, hands rubbing your legs softly while you carefully opened the box. Inside was a baby pink collar with diamonds speckled across the leather. There was a gold loop that dangled in the front, a tiny pink bow above it. On it spelled with diamonds as well was B’s Bunny. 

“I didn’t know if it would make you uncomfortable to have my whole name on it,” he whispered in your ear.

“I love it,” you giggled.

He nibbled on your ear while you pulled out the collar handing it to him so he could put it on. When he did he pulled on the loop to pull you in for a kiss. A messy dirty sloppy kiss that made you weak in the knees. Your arms wrapped around him pulling even closer.

“My bunny,” he growled when you pulled away.

You slowly got off his lap and to the floor. Your hands moved across his front before stopping at his waist. You unbuckled his pants pulling his belt off completely. 

“What are you doing, princess?”

“I want to say thank you. For my pretty collar,” you said sensually. 

You pulled his pants and underwear down his thighs, grabbing his cock pumping excruciatingly slow. His breath quickened when you licked the underside of it. Not long after, you wrapped your lips around his tip. You sank down a bit until his tip hit the back of your throat. Bucky’s hands brushed your hair delicately.

You move swiftly up and down his shaft hollowing cheeks to suck hard on his cock. You gagged only a little when Bucky started to move his hips upward  into your face. He moaned and whined underneath you making you hum in content. The hum you made vibrated against Bucky’s dick settled in the back of your throat. 

His hips arched off the bed and you deepthroated his cock feeling hot spurts of cum shoot down your throat.

“God, your fucking amazing, bunny,” Bucky panted coming down from his high. 

Bucky grabbed you hand and brought you to your feet, then sat you on his lap to kiss you. 

“Sit on my face, baby girl,” he whispered.

You crawled up his body and straddled his stomach first. He kissed your stomach and chest; he rubbed his hands all over you. You moaned softly and sighed in pleasure. The music was still playing in the club and you started moving your hips side to side, rolling your head back.

“You’re so fucking sexy, my bunny.”

You only smiled at him before proceeding to crawl up to straddle his face. He laid back to make room for you leaving tender kisses on your inner thighs. You looked down to see Bucky under you; the sight was gorgeous. He lifted his hands to move your panties to the side then licked a slow long line up your pussy. 

“You're so wet, bunny,” he mocked.

He continued skillfully moving his tongue up and down your pussy and you moaned and whined above him. You down again to find Bucky’s cheeks tinted red, his forehead a little sweaty, and his eyes closed; basking in your sex you gave him. His hands wrapped around your thighs from underneath and he pulled you further down on him, sucking on your clit. 

He moaned as well making vibrations, your body shuddered in pleasure. The pressure building in your stomach was about to burst so you reached down and curled your fingers in Buck’s hair tugging gently. Your back slightly arched and you came, practically gushing all over his face. 

“That was fucking amazing, we need to do that again. I fucking loved it,” Bucky said when he sat up. 

You panted before laying back on the bed chuckling at what Bucky said. He stood up and you thought he was done for the day, ready to walk out of here like he didn’t just blow your fucking mind by having you sit on his face. But he walked to where you had previously discarded his belt and grabbed it after he stripped off his shirt. 

He turned to you slowly and stalked up to you, smirking like the devil. You sat up smiling back at him; he stood in between your legs with the belt in his hands. 

“Gimme,” he said firmly.

You gave him your hands and he wrapped the belt around them. Tonight he was extra adventurous. Usually he would come and you would ride him maybe once or twice, you’d suck his dick, he would eat you out but all this normally was on the bed or the small couch that’s off to the side. 

You’ve never sat on his face, or anyone’s face, and you’ve never been tied up in any way. But you'd do anything for him and if this is what he wants for tonight he was gonna get it.

Bucky kissed you when he finished looping the belt around your wrists. He made sure it wasn’t too tight before laying you back with your hands above your head. He grabbed your panties and slipped them down your legs. He took his pants and boxers off too leaving him bare before you. 

He crawled above you and looked to you to make sure you were ok with everything. You’ve had sex almost every for the past few months and he still asks if you’re ok. It’s heartwarming. You nodded with a smile and he slid into you hard and fast. 

You moaned loudly and luckily the music was always quite loud in the club, part of the reason you  two have never been caught; beside the bartender lady having her suspicions and you telling her because you were getting too anxious not telling anyone.

He kissed you roughly groaning above you as his hips snapped in and out of you repeatedly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in pleasure and Bucky chuckled proudly at that. He buried his face in your neck peppering light kisses every now and then. 

Your hands tugged away from each other, a pathetic attempt to break the bondage on you. You whined desperately wanting to hold Bucky; to run  your hands across his body like he does to you always. 

“Bunny, I’m gonna come soon.”

“Me too Bucky. You feel so good.”

“Tell me you let others touch the way I do?”

“No only you!” you moaned.

“Really? ‘Cause that’s not what I saw coming in here; seeing that man have his filthy hands all over you.”

“It’s not real,” you whimpered.

“And this is?” he growled.

“Yes! Bucky, I’m so close,” you sobbed, tears falling down your face in pleasure.

“Me too baby, let go for me. Let go.”

You tumbled over the edge, practically screaming through your climax. Bucky’s arms almost gave out as he came with you. You breathed heavily coming down from your high. Bucky quickly undid the belt and rolled to your side.  He grabbed your wrists finding them a little red and kissed them to soothe any pain you had. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked him, “You look deep in thought.”

“I want you,” he whispered.

“You already have me,” you said.

“No, I… It’s nothing,” he stood up gathering his clothes.

“You gonna keep working tonight?” he asked, getting dressed.

“No I think I’m done for tonight.”

“Ok well good night. I’ll see you tomorrow, bunny,” he came up to you and kissed you deeply before walking out.

Bucky got back on his back bike parked outside hesitating slightly; he wanted to bring you home. He wanted to fall asleep in your arms and wake up next to you. But he didn’t know if you felt the same way about him; it seemed like it but that was your job. You indulge in men’s desires and fantasy. Maybe that’s all this was, a fantasy. 

What he didn’t know was when he felt you, you took your collar off and stared at it. You hated how much you cared for him. How you would do anything for him and he had no fucking clue. He had no idea how he made your heart flutter with every smile, every kiss, every little touch. You were so head over heels for him but you still think this is some fantasy he wants to play for the time being. 

Every night you leave after him, scared that it was the last. That you wouldn’t see him the next day because he’d grow tired of you and leave you for someone else. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“You wanna talk now?” Steve said walking into Bucky’s room. 

“Really?” 

“Come on. Something is eating you up and you're being reckless with your paycheck, sneaking out every night and coming back at what,” he looked at the clock on his bedside, “3 in the morning?”

Bucky simply rolled his eyes.

“Are you doing drugs?” he asked like a stern father.

“No! Ugh Steve.”

“Tell me what’s going on, Buck.”

Bucky sighed and hesitated but ultimately confessed.

“I’ve met the love of my life and she doesn’t know it. She probably never will and I hate that.”

“Buck…” Steve sighed hugging his best friend to comfort him.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“The situation is a little complicated; kind of a long story.”

“Well it’s not like either of us are going to sleep anytime soon. I’ll grab the whiskey.”

Bucky chuckled and sat himself down ready to tell Steve about the gorgeous woman he meets at the club every night and how she has him wrapped around her finger; a sickly man in love with a woman he can’t have. His perfect little bunny, Y/n.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky fluff #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #marvel smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes angst

[sunflowersteves]

honeymoon || n.r.

summary || a story of love, inspired by make me feel by janelle monae.

prompt || “Are you sure about this?”

author’s note || this is for @burninmatches​‘ writing challenge! happy v late birthday, poppy!! (I LUB U SO MUCH) am i evil for putting a flashback in the middle of smut? maybe.

warnings || fluff, SMUT!!! [18+ only], public sex, squirting, dirty talk, oral, fxf, squirting, dom x sub, minors do not interact

m.list // *bold means flashback

All of the feelings that I've got for you Can't be explained, but I can try for you

You pressed your elbows onto the hard metal railing, a smile drifting onto your face. You watched the orange and pink hues transform the sky as a small fluffy cloud sat on the bank of the water. In the very far distance, you could see a small fishing boat trying to reach shore before darkness took the air.

Everything was so content and peaceful. Your muscles felt relaxed from the salty air and warm weather. You could vanish right here and now, feeling the most content and relaxed you have ever been.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy you look in that sundress?”

You grinned as you continued to stare at the water, knowing exactly who was behind you. She closed the balcony door behind her, and she walked over to you, rosé in hand.

“Once or twice.”

You couldn’t see but you knew she had that smirk on her face, she always wanted to see you flustered no matter the time. She took small sips of the alcohol as she watched you, watching the sunset.

She couldn’t bore her eyes away from your content and happy figure, she felt that all too familiar fluttering in her chest. A few days ago, your wedding took place in New York. The whole team was there and your family also attended. Of course, Tony being Tony, he made sure that your wedding was the flashiest and most extravagant.

Natasha had never really told you, even during the wedding vows, that you were the best thing that could ever happen to her. Missions with The Avengers could get heavy, especially when the past of Hydra comes to haunt her. Many days she would come home, dark and menacing thoughts would take hold of her mind at the thought of the gruesome horrible things that she did in her past.

However, it was like the light had filled the air again when you’d walk over to her and cradle her in your arms. All those thoughts would cease when you’d whisper sweet thoughts in her ear. You saved her from many hopeless days.

She broke out of her thoughts and lifted her hand, wrapping it around your waist and pulling you closer towards her. You pressed a light kiss onto her nose, and she giggled, relishing in the feeling of being by your side.

Her lips are locked with yours now, fully forced and teeth clashing against each other. She tasted like rosé and mint, her tongue was sweet and dominant. Your heart fluttered at the fanning of her breath on your face, the radiating heat that left her body warmed your skin.

The kiss was bruising and passionate, your toes curling already at the thought of being on a honeymoon with her. You were in pure heaven, pure ecstasy to just be kissed by her red lips. She pulled back and chuckled at your whine and your lips turned into a pout.

She moved you so your back was pressed up against the railing. She smirked while lifting your dress, groaning at the absence of panties.

“Babygirl, is this all for me?”

You whimpered from the feeling of her thumb circling your clit, your hands holding onto the railing like your life depended on it. You sucked in a breath, you could hear your slick as she rubbed back and forth on the sensitive area.

“So fucking wet and it’s all for me,” she hums.

Your eyes couldn’t leave her blue ones as she slowly sunk to her knees, keeping your dress hiked up with her nimble fingers. All she wanted to hear for the rest of her life was your sweet, delicious moans and the screaming of her name.

A smile reached her face again at the thought of her proposal. You two were the happiest you had ever been but Natasha soon realized that it wouldn’t be. Fully making you hers with that diamond around your ring finger was it for her.

Should know by the way I use my compression That you've got the answers to my confessions

“Are you sure about this?”

She rolled her sweet blue eyes at you. She was currently on her knees, proposing to you in front of the whole team. Little twinkling lights fluttered around the ground, roses rested upon the concrete near the tower. 

Her plan was perfect. She had first taken you to where you met—in the tower when you spilled coffee all over her shirt. Next, she took you to the spot where you had your first date which was in a little Russian cafe. She then took you to a little pit stop where she kissed you underneath a tree in Central Park.

Throughout the whole adventure, Natasha told you something that she loved about you. Sometimes they made you groan as she stated how much she loved your stubbornness. Most of them, however, made your heart and stomach burst with happiness.

She then brought you back to the tower, talking about all the memories that you had made with the team and her. You saw the rest of them and waved, not even noticing Tony and Steve were crying.

You turn around back to Nat but you freeze, a gasp leaving your lips. There she sat on one knee with a box in her hand. She opened it up as tears ran down your face, and she asked the million-dollar question.

Although, your thoughts had gotten the best of you. You couldn’t help but think she was doing this because it felt implied. You knew she wasn’t the most affectionate person and you had never really talked about getting married. Well, you had always talked about it but Natasha never had uttered a word.

“What do you mean, baby?”

“Well, I just-” You sigh, watching as her hope started to falter. She closed the velvet box and stood up. Luckily though, she didn’t run away. She stayed right in front of you, eyes flickering to try to gauge what thoughts were running through your head.

“Every time we talked about it, it was only me. You never uttered a word and I just don’t want to force you into this. I shouldn’t have ever made you uncomfortable. If you want, we can take it all back, and act as if nothing happened.”

Her face contorted into an expression that you couldn’t quite make out. Her eyes were soft and clear as she lifted her hand to rest it on your cheek, gently swiping her thumb back and forth.

“Oh, babygirl, you didn’t force me into anything. I was always just so scared. I never thought that anyone would want to grow old with me or love me for who I am. I was always so shocked when you talked about these fantasies with me in them. I love you like my life depends on it. So please, marry me?”

That's just the way you make me feel So real, so good, so fuckin' real

“Nat, please-”

She decided to tease you, hear your whines, and press light kisses on your thighs. She giggled against the skin from your protests of her not delving right into your pussy.

“Patience, babygirl, or I won’t let you come.”

That shut you up real quick, and she couldn’t help but smirk, knowing just how good you wanted to be for her. She pressed her tongue against your slit, watching as your face contorted with pleasure.

You moaned as she poked her tongue in, you could feel her moan at your slick wetness. Your body practically vibrated with anticipation as she continued to attack your aching pussy.

“Fucking love this pussy,” her voice slightly muffled my being completely in your dripping cunt.

You could feel her tongue everywhere, she never stayed in one place long. She’d tease you with licking lightly around your slit and rubbing your cute little clit but then poke her tongue in ever so slightly.

She was playing her little game of teasing the shit out of you.

“Nat, fuck, please-”

Her tongue rolled over your sensitive nub which made you flinch. She inserted her index finger making you moan so loud that it echoed across the Hotel balcony.

This was so risky—you were completely out in the open, your pussy practically on display. Natasha would usually play you like a fiddle underneath the table while a few of the other Avengers were around. But were never you so out in the open like this.

But fuck, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“Oh, you want to get caught, you dirty girl. You want the world to know you belong to me?

She smirked up at you and you nodded quickly. You couldn’t lift your gaze elsewhere so you watched her tongue circle your pretty bud. She started to pump her fingers slowly, staying with a rhythm, and then slowly inserting another finger. Your legs were fully shaking now, and your jaw was completely slack.

“Baby, I need you so bad. Please, Nat.”

You couldn’t help but squirm and moan and plea. You were squirming in the fucking air, you knew you probably looked absolutely ridiculous. Your dress was hiked up, Nat was buried in your pussy, and you were pressed up against the railing on the 4th floor of a building. But, you didn’t care. All you wanted was for Nat to fuck you like no tomorrow.

You needed her.

“If you don’t stop fucking moving, babygirl-”

You interrupted her with a whine and her face turned from a smirk into an irritated one. She growled towards you and with a yelp involuntarily leaving your lips, she forcefully grabbed your hips and pushed you harder onto the railing.

“You’re being a brat, you know that?”

“Well, if you would just get on with it, then-”

You closed your mouth so fast, eyes wide with regret. Her face became dark and stoic, which made you gulp in fear. You were royally fucked, totally and utterly fucked. You just had to be a fucking brat and open your mouth. You were so desperate that you couldn’t think about what words were rushing out of your mouth.

You held your breath as she stopped all movements and stood up, so she was towering over you. The sea breeze flowed past her hair and normally you would make a comment on how pretty she looked but now was definitely not the time. She grabbed your face, her fingers wrapped around your cheeks and squeezing slightly.

“Brats don’t get what they want, you know that,” she sneered.

She pulled you forward, her lips were just inches away from yours. You could feel her breath fan up onto your pleading face. God, she looked so hot. Her eyebrows were furrowed in anger but her eyes spoke of yearning and lust.

“Brats get punished but you like getting punished, don’t you babygirl? You like being fucked until you’re just a dumb baby, begging for me to get you off.”

Her eyes narrowed at the whimper that left your mouth. You rubbed your legs together trying to grab any friction that you could. She looked at you with raised eyebrows. You had never been so desperate as to disobey her again and rub your thick thighs together.

“You’re that desperate, huh babygirl?” She softened her voice slightly but not enough to let you know she was still irritated with you.

She never broke eye contact as she lifted your dress again and wasted no time in filling you up with her fingers. She gave you no time to react as she pumped her fingers so fast and hard.

You wanted to say something, anything but all that could escape your mouth was pitiful whimpers as your jaw was slack open.

“You’re doing so good, babygirl.”

You could hear the squelching sounds of your pussy around her fingers. You thanked whoever the fuck that none of your hotel neighbors had walked out onto the balcony.

“Fuck, look at that pretty pussy and it’s all mine.”

You yelped as she curled her fingers hitting just the right spot. Her fingers were long and thick, always reaching the places you couldn’t. With each fast thrust of her fingers, she could tell you were getting close.

“Should I let you come? Are you going to be a good girl? You were such a fucking brat.”

You begged so pathetically, yelling her name as loud as you could. You could hear it echo into the ocean and the vast void of the world. She watched as your eyes rolled in the back of your head, that coil built up in your stomach was on the brink of exploding.

You didn’t dare let it break because you knew she’d punish you if you came without her permission. You made eye contact as your pussy involuntarily squeezed around her fingers--making you cry out again.

“Alright, alright. I’ve played with you enough,” You could barely hear her over the pleasure that raked through your body. The wet, juicy sounds of your pussy around her fingers were getting too much to handle.

“Let it go, baby. Cum right on my fingers.”

With one loud, burning cry you came around her fingers. Your pussy gushed with wetness that covered her whole hand and splashed onto your thighs. Your body shook against hers as you could almost see stars around her face.

Her fingers never relented as they struck that spot over and over again. She rode your high like no tomorrow and the air had been filled with your screams.

You almost go limp, not being able to stand the pleasures that soared through your body to even stand up straight. Natasha caught you and chuckled, watching as your high slowly clashed back down.

Her eyes turned dark again, and she shoved her fingers in your mouth. You moaned at the taste of yourself around her fingers.

“Suck. We’re not done, babygirl.”

You continued to swirl your tongue around her fingers as she picked you up and carried you back into the hotel room. She placed you onto the bed and quickly stripping her clothes. She pounced on the bed and smirked at the cry you gave when she forcefully spread open your thighs.

This was going to be a long, very pleasurable week.

Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better  There's nothin' better

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[arrowflier]

heyyy ! so, could you write a fanfic where after the wedding gallavich svetlana comes back and she and ian become besties? I would love to see them go shopping and doing stuff together.

and i need to say i love everything you write, your account is pure serotonin

The knock on the door came early in the afternoon, when both of them were half asleep on the sofa trying and failing to watch the newest big action movie.

"You get it," Mickey groused from his position with his head on Ian's lap, burying his face against a broad, boxer-clad thigh. Ian didn't reply.

The knock came again, louder and more insistent, and he rolled so he could glare up into Ian's face. "You not fuckin' listenin', man?" he grumbled, snapping his fingers to get the other man's attention. "Get the damn door."

"Kinda hard with you on top of me, Mick," Ian replied easily, barely lifting his own head from the hand propping it up from the side of the sofa. Ian grinned when Mickey cursed, and swatted at his back when Mickey finally gave in a rolled to his feet.

"Yeah yeah, I'm comin'!" Mickey yelled when the knocks just kept coming, stumbling toward the front door and rubbing his tired eyes.

"If it's that new fuckin' neighbor again, I'm gonna kill her this time," he muttered just loud enough to hear, smirking at Ian's sharp laughter as he threw open the heavy wooden door of the apartment.

"What's with all the--" he started, then trailed off when he saw who it was.

"Racket?" he finished in a whisper. Because there, right in front of him, outside his safehouse that he happily shared with his husband away from their families and their pasts, was the second-greatest reason he almost never got to have any of it.

The whore had come home.

They stood there watching each other warily until Ian came up behind him, peering past him to see who was in the doorway. The hand he casually placed on Mickey's hip tightened when he registered what he was seeing.

"What..." he mumbled, taking the door out of Mickey's frozen hand to open it wider. "Svet?" he questioned disbelievingly when it only showed her more clearly.

"Hello orange boy," Svetlana greeted, not unkindly, before turning her gaze back to Mickey. "Worthless ex-husband," she said more flatly. "We must talk."

--

A week later, Ian reassured Mickey one more time before leaving for the evening.

"This is good, Mickey," he promised, coming up behind his husband where he was 'not primping, that's gay Gallagher' in front of the hallway mirror.

He wrapped his arms around Mickey from behind, and pretended not to notice the way Mickey breathed out heavily and leaned back into him. Instead, he just stroked a hand over the line of buttons on Mickey's shirt, and pressed a kiss to the back of his head.

"You're just gonna spend some time with him," Ian murmured. "Get to know him a little bit, yeah?"

Mickey didn't say anything, but Ian didn't bother to fill the silence. He knew his husband better than that.

"What if he doesn't like what he learns?" Mickey finally asked, voice hushed. "About me, I mean."

Ian spun him around so he could look directly into his eyes, wide and faintly wet.

"He will," Ian said simply. "But if he doesn't, well." He shrugged. "I guess Svet kills both of us."

That got a choked laugh out of Mickey, and then they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

For the second time in a week, Mickey went to answer it.

This time, it opened not just to Svetlana, standing there in a fashionable dress and a stern expression on her tastefully painted face, but to a young boy with a head of wispy blonde hair and two familiar, ice-blue eyes.

"Hi Yevgeny," Mickey managed, voice little more than a croak.

The boy gazed up at him solemnly, silently. Then his lips quirked up as he said, "Hi dad."

--

"You think this is good idea, orange boy?" Svetlana asked Ian as they left the building a few minutes later. "Ex-husband was never good with child."

Ian shook his head as he held open the door for her, following her out onto the street.

"I wish you'd stop calling him that," he told her. "He's my husband now, after all."

He glanced at her as he said it, and was surprised to see the barest glimpse of a soft smile on her face before it dropped away again.

"Yes," Svetlana admitted. "What he always wanted."

Ian couldn't suppress his own grin.

They walk in silence toward the shopping center down the street, Svetlana's fancy heels clicking on the pavement as Ian own worn shoes scuff along beside her.

"He's changed a lot, you know," he offered abruptly as they waited for streetlight to change at the corner. "Since you knew him."

Svetlana eyed him until the signal changed, then took off across the street.

"I know this," she tossed out over her shoulder. "Or Yevgeny would not be here, desire to know father or not."

Ian could respect that. He jogged to catch up, halting with Svetlana when she stopped in front of a storefront.

He looked up at the sign, confused. "What are we doing here?" he asked. "Thought we were grabbing a bite while Mick bonds with the kid."

"We will eat," Svetlana promised. "But first, I shop." She took a moment to look Ian up and down, a calculating glint in her eye, then smiled almost predatorily.

"You shop too," she decided. "Give my--your husband nice thing to look at."

Ian flushed as she turned and entered the store. He stood awkwardly outside, eyeing the display, until a woman walking by in the other direction gave him a disgusted look. Then he shook off his nerves, and followed Svetlana into the lingerie store.

--

"I cannot believe you bought!" Svetlana giggled as the climbed the stairs to the apartment two hours later. "Sales lady could not believe either!"

Ian snorted, a small bag swinging from his hand as they exited the stairwell. "What she couldn't believe was how good it looked," he boasted. "Did you see the way she kept looking at me?"

He unlocked the door as he said that last bit, and it opened to reveal Mickey's scowling face.

"The way who looked at you?" he asked immediately, and it sent Ian and Svetlana into a whole new chorus of giggles.

They only quieted when Yev's voice came from further into the apartment.

"Daddy," the boy called, "is that them? Are they back?"

Mickey coughed, rubbing his mouth as his ears turned red at the moniker.

"Uh, yeah kid," he answered gruffly.

"Did you ask them yet?"

Mickey rolled his eyes.

"No, not yet, let them get in the fuckin' door first." He sounded annoyed, but Ian could see that he was flustered.

"Language," Svetlana admonished as she pushed past into the entry. Ian offered Mickey a smile and a quick kiss as he followed, tossing his bag on the little table by the door. He shook his head when Mickey looked at it with a raised eyebrow, and mouthed later.

"Ask us what?" Svetlana got right to it.

"Uh," Mickey tried to start, but didn't get a chance when Yevgeny came barreling in from the living room.

"Momma!" he squealed, latching himself onto her leg. "Daddy says he was gonna watch a movie with Ian, can we stay? Can we?"

Svetlana dropped a hand to his head, smoothing through blond curls. She looked at Mickey, who was clearly nervous, rubbing his neck and trying not to meet her eyes. She looked at Ian, who was trying not to show how much it meant to hear Yev refer to him by name, like he remembered who he was.

Then she looked at Yev, happy and free, with no knowledge of the ever-present trauma between the adults of the room, just staring up at them all with his heart in his eyes.

"Yes," she answered. "Yes, I think we can."

#i should be writing for gallavich week #i have nothing and intend to post every day #yikes #but this is easier so... #daily speedwrite #fanfic #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey gallagher #svetlana yevgenivna #mention of yevgeny #oh also thank you I'm glad you're enjoying!

[am-x-reader]

I’ve always imagined human AM to pretty tall and lanky and dawn an army green military commanders uniform, what about y/n wearing it on themselves, how’d he react, bonus points of it’s too big for them

It was there in your hands. Warm, fresh, perfectly pleated. You laid your fiance's uniform back down on the ironing board and grazed your fingers along the right breast patch as you listened to him rant in the other room. Lt. Amir Descartes. You whispered the beautiful name to yourself.

"And on top of that," Am emphasized, "the new tech is going to be presented by--guess who--Hal Chandra! Hal fuckin' Chandra--I've told you how I can't stand that guy, right?"

"Mm-hm." You straightened the collar, pulled the shirt out of its folded position, and pressed it to you. The washing machine never took away the smell of your beloved returning from deployment.

"--thinks I'm too hard on that new recruit Ted," Am continued. "But what can I really say--Hal's daddy is a big name in--dammit!" You heard him hopping around as he struggled with a sock.

You giggled. The man who could easily bark troops on to victory couldn't always put his own clothes on. Perhaps...you could demonstrate?

"Is the old GI pressed yet?" Am finally entered in his t-shirt and shorts to find his uniform.

On you. Long and baggy and bunched up, with one sleeve rolled back on your short arm so you could salute him with a goofy smile. He looked you up and down as you announced you were reporting for duty. And then--

"Man down!" He flipped you into a bridal position. You were giddy as he dashed off with you to the couch. "Soldier to the medical bay!"

"Time for some friendly fire," he said as he covered your face with kisses. He then laid down beside you. "What do you think you're doing, sweetheart?"

"Just feeling close to you." You buried your face in the sleeves of the fatigues, and then rose to meet his gentle eyes. "How can you be so soft with me and then turn around and give the recruits such a hard time?"

"Well, Ted for one is pretty soft himself. Soft like a--" Am searched for the right word. "--jelly thing. We're doing a new obstacle course this week and I'm sure he won't know his ass from a trench in the ground."

You smiled sleepily and snuggled up to him, running your hands through his hair. "You know, this thing looks better on you than any suit. Think you'll maybe wear this at the wedding?"

He snorted and buttoned the collar for you. "I'm sure if I don't, you will."

#ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #am x reader #the m in am is lowercase here since it's just short for a name

[santigarcia]

Kissing Kitten 😽

Human Touch Part Nine

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

word count: 1.6k

rating: M for smut, dirty talk, mentions of daddy kink, phone sex, sexual situations (pls don’t read unless ur 18+!)

summary: Nathan leaves for a business trip and you stay at home, but he finds ways to take care of you even when he’s gone. 

a/n: thank you all so much for reading this series! let me know what yall think! thank you to @punkpascal and @sergeantkane as always!! and to @aellynera for yelling at me to post on time!! there’s only one more part after this! if you’ve read all these i really appreciate you!! 

For the first time since the wedding, Nathan has left the compound. He has a business meeting with the board of Bluebook. He’s preparing to launch his latest tech. The smart home device he’s been working on, Etta. You’d have gone with him, but you wanted to let him work. He wanted your company, but he also knew he’d be working, and you’d spend a lot of time alone.

He texts you though, especially during the board meetings. Begging you for a nude selfie.

“Kitten, I already saw that one,” he’d text back. He wants you to take a new one. You play along, but that’s when you get an idea.

You send him a text: Sugar daddy wanted.

He’s quick to write back: Sugar daddy acquired.

You can’t help but giggle when you see his response. You’re curled up in bed, wearing one of his shirts. Because of the time difference, it’s bedtime for you but the afternoon for him.

Text: I’m so bored daddy.

Reply: You need someone to take care of you Kitten?

Text: Please?

Reply: There’s a box in the closet baby, go get it.

You push back the blankets as you step out of the bed with piqued curiosity. You open the closet to see a box the size of a shoebox. Your name is written on the top in Nathan’s all caps handwriting. With the box in hand, you go back over to the bed to see a new text from Nathan telling you not to open it until he gets back to his hotel room.

You want to open it now, but you know he’ll know somehow if you did. So, you slide under the blankets again and drift off. You might as well nap before he’s done with his meeting.

Your phone rings a few hours later, and it’s a facetime call. Happily, you answer to see your husband’s face.

“Hey kitten,” he smiles. He’s leaning back against the headboard of his bed. His shirt is off, and he looks damp from a fresh shower.

“Hi baby,” you smile and turn on a bedside lamp.

“Did I wake you?” he frowns slightly.

“Yes, but it’s ok, I miss you!”

“I miss you kitten,” he rubs his hand over his head. “This shit is so boring.”

You laugh. “How’s it going though?”

“Fine.” He pauses and looks down over the rim of his glasses. “Did you open the box?”

“No,” you smile, holding it up. “You told me not to!”

“Good girl. Open it,” he nods.

Inside the small box are a few objects. The first thing you notice right away is a dildo. You hold it up and he quirks a proud brow.

“You’re gonna use that in a minute kitten,” he tells you, and you can’t see where his hand goes, but he’s starting to lazily stroke his cock.

“Is this the one we made?” you laugh at the memory.

“Oh yeah it is,” he smirks, and lets out a soft whine. He’s thinking about it too.

He’d called you down to his lab one afternoon, he’d been in there all day and you’d not heard from him. So, when he called you it was a surprise, you thought he was going to use you as a guinea pig for his smart home device he’s testing named Etta. He’s getting close to finishing her, and you agreed to help him with the trials. But this wasn’t it.

You walked in the lab, pushed on the glass door, it was cool under your fingertips. Inside the room however, it was quite warm. Warmer than normal. Nathan stood in the middle of the room, hand on his hard cock, pumping himself slowly.

“Nathan?” you laughed and flushed despite coming in here and seeing weirder things. And you’ve done crazier things with him before.

“Good you’re here,” he said.

“What are you doing?”

“Making a mold of my dick. Here,” he tapped the table, indicating for you to hop up on it. “Strip. Let’s go let’s go,” he taps the table quicker.

“Ok ok!” you scoffed a little, but you figured he had a reason. “Why do I need to be naked for you to make a mold of your-“

“I need to stay hard while the mold is on me kitten.” He reached for a tube filled with a solution. Once you were naked, he positioned himself inside the tube. He let out a soft gasp at the change of temperature and focused in on you. “Ok, go.” He nodded his head at you.

“Pardon?” you started to step off the counter when he winced again.

“Touch yourself baby, please.”

You wanted to gloat, but you didn’t want to ruin his project. But then, you thought maybe some gloating might turn him on a little.

You were shy the first and second time he asked you to touch yourself in front of him, but by now you’d gotten quite good at putting on a show for your husband. He moaned watching your fingers move.

“How long do you have to stay hard for?”

“Five minutes. But it’s not so easy when this thing is fuckin’ cold.”

You kept going. And you were seconds away from coming when Nathan’s timer went off. He gently pulled himself out of it and reached for you.

“Oh no, you are not touching me until that stuff is off you.”

He promptly ignored you and shoved your hand away. He knelt on the ground and buried his face in between your legs. His moans and beard added to your pleasure, and you came when you heard him groan deeply. He came untouched, his cum dripped onto the floor and down his length.

You’d not seen the dildo until now that it’s in your hands.

“Fuck, I wish I was there to push it into you,” Nathan sighs. “But since you can’t have the real me-“

You smile and set the dildo on the bed next to you. You continue going through the box. Inside there’s a bottle of lube, some new lingerie, and a small scrap of paper. It has information about picking up something tomorrow.

“Make sure you’re awake, you can’t miss this delivery,” he tells you over the phone. “Now, please baby. Can I see you?”

You pull off your shirt, and he groans.

“Fuck look at you. Do they miss me?”

You purse your lips together, wanting to roll your eyes at his joke, but yes- yes you miss him touching your tits. So, so badly.

“I’m not going to dignify that with an answer,” you grin.

“So that’s a yes then. Ok, baby, touch ‘em. Please, fuck.”

His hand slides up and down his cock in full view of you while you touch your chest for him. You do everything he asks, but you start to tell him what to do as well.

Soon you’ve got the dildo ready and he moans louder than you when you slide it in. It’s strange to feel it, because you know it’s not him, but you can tell it was made from him. It fills you just the same.

“How’s it feel baby?”

“Thick,” you moan, clenching around it. “But I miss your warmth,” you tell him honestly. And you do, you miss his heat, not just physically, but the passion. It’s there now, only virtual.

“Remember when we used to have phone sex when you still lived at home? And start moving that that kitten.”

You moan doing as he asks and tell him yes you remember.

“I tried to hide my posters of you from you,” you laugh then moan again.

“Posters? Plural? Oh fuck!”

“Are you about to come from that?” you can’t help but giggle.

“Fuck, you were so cute when you were all shy and crushing on me.”

That pulled a moan from you.

“You like that kitten? Remember when you were so shy? Fuck, you let me take your virginity baby.”

You want to watch him, but you throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Look at me kitten,” he demands, and you open your eyes. “Come. Now,” his voice drops, and you can’t help but relax and let your body release. He watches you in delight squeeze around the gift he made you. It sends him over, and it’s your turn to delight in the pleasure look on his face, and his cum on his tight stomach.

“I miss you,” you gasp, catching your breath.

“Fuck, me too baby. But that was sexy as fuck,” he grins, and you nod in agreement. “Now, go back to sleep baby. Don’t forget about that delivery tomorrow.”

You set an alarm as soon as you get off the phone with him. When you’ve cleaned up and curled back in bed, you smile wondering what on earth he could have sent you.

The next morning you wake and get dressed to see about the delivery. You make the small walk to the field where the helicopter comes with your weekly deliveries of food and whatever else the two of you need.

The pilot hands you a box, and it says not to open until you get back to the compound.

But you can hear what’s inside before you do.

You gasp softly and walk quickly back to the compound and open the box as soon as you step inside, and the door is closed behind you.

Inside is a little black kitten. He has on a little blue collar, and the name tag says “Prometheus.” He’s a little jumpy from being flown in, but before you know it, he’s happy and exploring around his new home.

You pick him up and cuddle him and give him a kiss on his little head. With him in your arms, you look in side the box again. There’s a towel and another note.

All it says is “a kitten for my kitten.”

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#nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman imagine #nathan bateman x you #my writing #human touch series #part nine #idk if anyone is still reading this series LOL #or if anyone remembers me- #IVE BEEN BUSY DOING A SECRET PROJECT #BUT THANK YOU IF YOU HAVE READ THIS #I MISS YALL

[its--fandom--darling]

new year’s eve **

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Reader

Prompt: New Year’s Eve

Rating: R for Smut, (warnings include: dry humping, fingering, handjobs, couch sex, motorboating, hickeys????)  

18+ please, for the love of god I beg you

The dress mentioned, because I saw it and thought it was perfect for our resident titty man XXX

New Years Day had become a rather special time for you and Sy. It was when you had your first kiss 5 years ago and from then on it was your special day. The two of you always going all out with your party planning and when you finally tied the knot, even going so far as to have a New Year’s Eve wedding.

              You’d gotten married in the early evening and then spent the rest of the night, ringing in the new year as newlywed’s. To say that it was your favorite day of the year might be an understatement. However, with everything going on this year, your plans had been changed drastically and had turned into you and Sy spending the night in together.

              Sy had ordered an army’s portion of Chinese food and had cued up the Dick Clark’s Rockin New Year’s Eve show per your request and was currently waiting for you to join him on the couch.

You came out of the bedroom, in your full get up that you’d bought for your party early in the year.

              Sy turned at your footsteps and whistled under his breath. “Damn, Bug,” he murmurs, smiling at you.

You smile and strike a pose.

              “Little over dressed aren’t ya?” he asks, lifting the blanket so that you can slide in next to him.

You shrug, “Maybe, but I paid money for it. So I wanted to get my money’s worth and I wanna wear it so someone can enjoy how hot I look in it.”

              He smiles, “You spoil me, Bug.”

You bite your lip and run your hand up his thigh. “You deserve it, baby,” you coo, palming his half-hard cock where it rest it against his thigh.

              His tongue dips out to wet his lips as he swallows hard. “Fuck,” he grunts.

You giggle, “Does that feel good?”

              He nods, dropping his head back against the couch.

You give his cock a slight squeeze before pulling your hand away.  He groans at the lose of the contact, turns his head towards yours.

              “You’re a fuckin tease, ya know that?”

You chuckle, “Maybe, but I didn’t want the food to get cold.”

              “Bug, please,” Sy begs, softly.

You turn towards him, setting the take out container back down on the coffee table. “What do you want, Baby?”

              He grabs you waist and tugs you onto his lap, burying his face in your tits. He presses scruffy kisses to your exposed sternum.

You run your hands through his hair, arching into him. “Sy,” you gasp as he sucks a hickey to the swell of your breast.

              “I gotta say I love our parties but this, this is much more fun,” he says with a smirk.

You lick your lips, kissing between his brows. “Is it?”

              He nods, scratching his beard against your chest as he tilted his head back to look up at you. “Can I have ya, Bug?”

“If you’re patient, Big Daddy. I wanna watch the program,” you say, softly.

              “What if I don’t wanna be patient?” he says, eyes darkening.

You frown, “That won’t do. Besides I’ll make it worth you’re while if you behave.”

              Sy thinks for a moment, before nodding. “Alright, deal,” he says, kissing your lips quickly.

You smile and stroke his cheek. “Good boy,” you say with a smile, climbing off his lap.

The two of you eat, watching the different artists perform as midnight grows nearer and nearer. Once you’ve eaten your fill and gotten tipsy on champagne, you climb back onto Sy’s lap, hiking your dress up around your waist and showing off your bare pussy.

              Sy clutches your hips with a moan as you begin to rock back and forth on his lap.

You lean down and cup his face, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as he slipped a hand between your thighs to find you sopping. Your chest starts to heave as he strums at your clit, ratcheting your pleasure higher and higher as you reach for his pants, pulling them down and freeing his cock from his sweats. You lick your palm and then grip his cock in your hand, pumping in time to his movements on your clit.

Through the blood pounding in your ears, you vaguely hear the countdown start on the tb.

              “Bug, want to you to cum for me. Want us to cum together, ring in the new year with a bang, can ya do that?”

You whimper and nod, “Yes!”

              Sy chuckles, his gruff voice, joining the countdown, “Cum in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.”

As the sound of fireworks erupting on TV fill the room, you stiffen and cum, soaking your husbands fingers as he cums over your fist, painting it with thick gobs of his spunk. You collapse against his chest, panting as you press kiss to his neck. “Happy New Years, baby,” you coo, looking up at him with big eyes.

              He chuckles and presses a scruffy kiss to your forehead. “Happy New Years, Bug,” he murmurs, smiling down at you with a lazy smile.

A Happy New Year indeed. 

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Little Talks - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

I don’t remember who wanted to be tagged except for a few, but @happysgal @negans-attagirl @iluvneganandjamie

It was Jeff and I’s one year anniversary. I had all kinds of ideas of what to do for him, but my anxiety had other plans. I bury my face into the pillows and try to fall back asleep.

“Happy Anniversary, sweetheart!” Jeff pokes his head in the bedroom.

“Happy Anniversary,” I whimper.

“Oh no,” Jeff sighs. “What is it, baby?” my husband sits next to me, stroking my hair, “I brought you coffee.” I roll over and look at him, “You’re so beautiful”, he kisses me and holds the cold cup in his outstretched hand. I sit up and put my glasses on.

“Don’t lie to me,” I wipe a few tears away and take a sip of the vanilla flavored goodness.

“I would never. So tell me, what’s buggin’ you?” Jeff kisses me and takes a swig of his own drink. He places his cup on the nightstand and climbs into the bed. I snuggle up next to him and rest my head in the crook of his neck.

Tears begin to form again as Jeff wraps his slender arms around me. “I’m having horrible intrusive thoughts about my family, about you. I’ve had this fear since my grandma died when I was little that everyone around me is going to either die or leave me. I was so excited to get up early and go get groceries for an elegant, delicious dinner for you and I can’t do it.”

“I am NEVER going to leave you, do you hear me?” Jeff speaks softly, stroking my cheek, “Look at me. I wouldn’t have put a ring on that finger if I didn’t want you to be mine forever. I love you so damn much.”

“I love you, Jeffrey. I’m sorry you have to deal with my bullshit,” I laugh to myself. My husband smiles.

“When I took that vow, ‘in sickness and in health’, I fuckin’ meant that. I’ll always take care of you, baby girl. Here,” he hands me my notebook and a pen, “Make your list and I’ll go to the store for you. Did you take your medication?” Jeff examines my pill bottle. I shake my head as he opens it and hands me one. I swallow it along with some more iced americano.

“Mmm, coffee and Zoloft. Breakfast of champions,” I joke. Jeff laughs and kisses my forehead.

“Now, what can Daddy do to start this anniversary off right?” Jeff says with a mischievous tone to his voice. I glance down at the blanket and back up at my rugged husband with puppy dog eyes, biting my lip. “Oh, I know what YOU want. Anything for my Princess,” Jeff smirks, diving under the covers and sliding down my pajama bottoms. I giggle and grip his soft, gray hair, “I love you so damn much, pretty girl,” he moans. I’m so grateful to have a man like Jeff.

***

“Darlin’,” Jeff sighs, unbuttoning his pants. “That was incredible. Lord, I ate too much,” he chuckles. I stand up and giggle, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I run my hand over my husband’s hairy stomach.

“Got room for dessert?” Jeff moans with delight and kisses me. I grab a slice of our wedding cake from the back of the freezer and two forks. It was tradition after all!

“There’s always that little pocket in my stomach that wants something sweet. I love you so much.”

“I love you, Jeffrey,” I sit on my husband’s lap and feed him bites.

“Tastes like our first dance, autumn breeze, and kissing you til my lips hurt,” Jeff grins.

“Best day of my life. Happy Anniversary.”

“Happy Anniversary, baby girl,” Jeff places a swipe of frosting on my chest and licks it off seductively.

“Go sit on the couch, I have a surprise for you,” I run my fingers through my older man’s hair.

“Should I close my eyes?” Jeff giggles. I nod and I press my lips to his and climb off his lap, making my way to the bedroom. I change into a cute outfit I got just for the occasion. I strut back to the living room.

“Okay, open,” I say.

“Just when I think I can’t fall any more in love with you. Come here, baby,” Jeff’s croaky voice is so damn sexy.

“Not yet, Daddy,” I hook my phone up to the Bluetooth speaker and begin playing one of my favorite sensual songs, “Rock On” by David Essex. I shake my hips and mouth the words as Jeff stares at me like a lion waiting to pounce on his prey. I was dripping wet for him. I grind against his thigh and moan in his ear.

“Jeffrey Dean,” I insert his name into the song and run my tongue over Jeff’s lower lip, pulling it into my mouth. I scratch his beard lovingly as he deepens the kiss. I kiss his neck and grind against the bulge in his jeans.

“I want to fuck your pretty little brains out, sweetheart,” Jeff moans in my ear as the song fades out. His jeans are still unbuttoned and his erection is throbbing, so I take full advantage. I slide down onto him.

“Baby,” I whimper. I begin to rock my hips. Jeff removes his glasses so I can look deep into his hazel eyes. His intense glare takes my breath away.

“Oh Princess, you’ve got my heart racin’. Your pussy feels damn good on my cock,” Jeff purrs as he jerks his hips upwards to meet mine. I grab his gray hair and tilt his head back as he gasps in pleasure. My older man is so sexy. The rolling of my hips coupled with Jeff’s thrusts become intoxicatingly rhythmic. He digs his fingers into my sides. “I’m a fool for you, you know that? The greatest thing I ever did was ask you to be my wife,” he talks sweetly.

“You’re too good to me, my husband,” I moan loudly as Jeff hits the exact spot, “Oh, Daddy! Right there, Jeffrey!” I gasp.

“That’s my girl. Fuck yes,” Jeff kisses my neck. “Oh fuck, baby!” his pleasurable grunts reminded me of Negan and it was so hot. Warmth fills me up as Jeff finishes, gasping as his eyes roll back. He looked so beautiful. I pull off of his slowly softening cock, leaving a trail of our mixed fluids on his jeans. We both laugh breathlessly.

“Good thing it’s laundry day tomorrow,” I hold Jeff’s face and kiss him. Jeff chuckles as I roll off his lap and snuggle next to him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close.

“I sure do love you, Mrs. Morgan. You make me the luckiest,” Jeff kisses my forehead.

“I love you too, Daddy,” I rub his hand and kiss his wedding band.

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