Dropping into your ask box (for once) to ask for #11 from the smut prompts for my beloved 3DWD and Bun pretty please?
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Bucky gasps for air like every inhale is his last shot at oxygen.
The arm around his neck is the only thing that prevents him from pressing his cheek against the filthy bathroom stall. His mouth slack, his hands stuck between his chest and said stall wall, his legs spread as wide as his dropped pants will allow for— Daddy says he looks pretty like this.
"Fuck, Bunny...just meant to keep my dick all wet, aren't you?" Steve pants into his ear, fingers tight around his neck, arm even tighter around his waist. "My wet dream keepin' my dick wet? That sounds about right, don't it?"
Bucky lost the ability to string together sentences or thoughts the moment Steve shoved Bucky into the bathroom whispering, "Daddy's hungry, baby. C'mon...". He's weak for Steve when he gets pushy, when his gentle giant roughs him up and takes what he wants; Bucky goes dumb for it.
Bucky goes especially dumb when Daddy fucks him with little prep.
His brain floated away the moment Steve kicked his legs apart and rubbed his slicked-up cock all over his hole before pressing inside with a, "Let Daddy have it, Bun. Let him in..."
So, he doesn't have a response for Steve's question. He doesn't even register it as a rhetorical one. The only thing he can focus on is the way Steve's cock feels heavy in his ass, the way his hole welcomes him eagerly, makes room for him. The only thing he can focus on is the glide, the precision and size of his Daddy's cock.
Fuck, how is Steve this good at fucking?
Bucky has no right to be upset when he's on the receiving end of such mind-bending pleasure.
"Fuck yeah, this is just what Daddy needed," Steve groans into his ear, fingers of the hand around Bucky's neck slipping up and into his open mouth. And he can't help it, doesn't know any better, when he purses his lips around them and sucks, noisily and loud, slurping on them as if he's grateful for them, needed them. Steve chuckles and fucks him there too, pumping two of his big fingers in and out of his mouth, stroking along his tongue.
Bucky moans.
"That's it, Bun— louder. Lemme hear you."
Bucky isn't in his right mind, but he's present enough to remember that they're in a public restroom. A public restroom at a company function. Steve's company.
His body rocks with Steve's sloppy thrusts, his own dick bouncing between his legs, and when he does the opposite of what Daddy wants, when he quiets himself, Steve growls.
"You think I give a shit if anyone hears me fuckin' my Bunny, baby?" Steve asks, breath hot on his cheek, front pressed almost unbearably tight to Bucky's backside as he fucks into hims roughly and smoothly. "You think I fuckin' care if anyone hears you gettin' your ass reamed by your Daddy?"
Bucky whines, a noise that sounds more like a sob to his ears, long a shaky. He thinks that fucking mouth will be the death of him, the death, but then Steve reaches down and wraps his hand around Bucky's dick and squeezes, holds him.
He hiccups, voice stuttering as he tries to cry out.
"Fuck, Daddy...fuck!"
"I own this shit, Bucky. I own this company, I own this fuckin' building, and I own this bitty fuckhole. This is my pussy. I can fuck it whenever and wherever I want, and if I want any goddamn person within a hundred feet'a this bathroom to hear my Bunny squealin' on his Daddy's big cock, then I'm gonna get what I want..."
Bucky's breath hitches in his throat, his eyesight going blurry from either tears or lack of air into his lungs from Steve's grip. He feels spit slip down his chin, feels his heartbeat in his dick where it leaks in Steve's fist.
It takes an unsteady whine of, "Daddy...", another stroke of his sweet spot, before he breaks and gives Daddy everything he wants. His whine grows, drawn out and throaty, increasing even more when Steve leans back to smack him hard on the ass.
"Loud, Bun— loud."
He lets loose with Daddy's favorites, whining out his filthy words in that fucked out tone that punches Steve right in the dick.
"Fuck your Bunny, Big Daddy. Fuck'im so good, so everyone knows he's yours, yes yes. Oh my god."
The noise Steve lets out is enough to convince Bucky he's going to come, is enough to push him there as Daddy lets out a groan so deep, so thunderous, that there's no doubt in Bucky's mind people can hear it. Bucky's gasps turn to whimpers, his whimpers making him sound mindless.
"That'a bun, s'my boy. You come on Daddy's cock and then take his big fuckin' load, just like you're supposed to. Let 'em all know Daddy takes good care'a you, that Daddy treats his baby right. C'mon, Bunny Baby— you fuckin' deserve it..."
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Sunshine meets thundercloud Klaroline fic:
Caroline goes to NOLA at a time when Klaus is at his angriest or depressed. Everyone has felt his wrath - Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, Marcel, and even Cami (to her shock). And then comes Caroline Forbes and everyone (except Rebekah, and maybe Kol) is thinking 'this is the worst time to approach Klaus'. And Klaus tries to shout at Caroline but his voice starts dropping to normal even before she SAYS anything, and then... She shouts back at Klaus and he is looking like a scolded puppy
She just sighs exasperatedly at his expressions and goes, 'You owe me a tour'. And suddenly the grumpy Klaus is gone and everyone is still recovering from their heart attacks from the time "Klaus didn't kill someone for insulting him!?!?!?"
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WHAT DO YOU NEED RIGHT NOW?
darkness
go sit in the quiet dark. it can be for only twenty seconds. focus on your breath, open and close your eyes. you can be yourself. no one can see you here. take the time to think about yourself and what you're avoiding to think about. emotions you've told yourself to stop having. it's okay. the darkness is there for you. it'll listen to your secrets, it'll take all that you're ashamed of and it'll keep it.
stolen from : @carp3diems
tagging : @smogflesh @gunchamber @snnydcys and YOU
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