#chris beck x you

[navybrat817]

Hiiii Navy hope you had a good holiday. I am curious how either space daddy Chris or the husband Scott would handle reader dealing with the burnout of the holidays and work that is causing reader to become more bratty.

This felt like a long week after the holiday, nonnie! I hope you had a good week. And how would those two deal with it?

So we know our space daddy is a good and loving man. He always finds a way to put you first. He's concerned, of naturally, when he notices you're running on empty. The man isn't just book smart. He knows you better than anyone, so of course he knows something is up.

When you mouth off to him beyond the normal sass that he loves, there's a slight look of disappointment on his face before he smiles. And this isn't his easy or flirty smile. There's something a bit more feral behind it.

The kind of smile that tells you before his mouth moves that you're in for it.

"You wanna try that again, Starlight?"

You lose count of how many orgasms he pulls from you once he gets you to bed, but he smiles that same feral smile when you realize you've soaked the sheets beneath you. Later, you manage to give him a loving smile over your shoulder when he rubs the remaining knots from your back and shoulders, his eyes tender before he winks. He's almost sorry for wearing you out more, but you look at peace with your exhaustion instead of stressed.

He shushes you when you mumble an apology and wraps you in the warmest blanket you have. He just wants you to rest while he holds you. And he hopes you like the breakfast in bed he plans to surprise you with.

Now our devoted husband is similar to Beck in that he's a good and loving man. He does his best to show how much he appreciates you. He also knows that the holidays can be a rough time and mentions more than once that it can be low-key, but you brush him off.

So when you snap a little, even after you see the clench in his jaw as your subtle warning not to push, there's no smile on his face. It's something almost unreadable. Something that makes your thighs rub together.

"Bedroom. Now."

Instead of multiple orgasms, he brings you to the edge over and over. You're wet, trembling, but he pulls back every time. Until you nearly sob how sorry you are. You're just tired between the season and work and you just want one day when you're not stressed. That's when he finally lets you come. Because all you had to do and all you ever have to do is ask for his help.

He'll give it to you and more.

Both men want you to feel loved, appreciated, and get the rest you deserve! Maybe one day I can expand on these headcanons. Love and thanks. ❤️

He takes great care when he draws you a bath later and washes your exhausted body from head to toe, praising you for how well you did for him. He also plans for both of you to take tomorrow off so you can relax together. The holidays are about being surrounded by loved ones and there's no one he'd rather be with than you.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Dirty Polaroid Pictures » Chris Beck

Pairings: Boyfriend!Chris Beck x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Chris finds a little surprise in his suitcase from his girlfriend.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, lingerie, naked pictures, pet names (sweetheart)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Chris was organizing his clothes in his suitcase when he came across a white envelope. He furrowed his eyebrows and picked it up. There was a yellow post it note taped to it that said “I hope you enjoy your present, Doctor Beck ;)” that you put in his suitcase while he was packing before he left for space. Chris opened the envelope and seen pictures in it. He took the pictures out of the envelope, his eyes widened. They were just any ordinary pictures. They were sexy Polaroid pictures of you naked and wearing lingerie. Chris quickly closed the door and locked it.

The first one is a picture of you wearing his NASA t-shirt with a pair of black lace panties peaking out. He licked his lips when he noticed your nipples poking through the shirt.

“Fuck.” Chris says.

The next picture is you wearing red see through lingerie. Chris shifted on the bed, feeling his cock get hard. He wanted nothing more than to rip the lingerie off of your body and fuck you senseless.

His eyes went wide when he seen the third picture. You were completely naked and biting your bottom lip with your hands in your hair.

His breathing got heavy when he seen the fourth Polaroid. You were bent over a desk and wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit. One of his fantasies.

“God damn, sweetheart.” He breathes, palming his hard cock through his sweatpants.

The fifth Polaroid made his jaw drop. It was you completely naked in front of a mirror. Chris couldn’t take it anymore. He took his t-shirt off and pulled down his sweatpants just enough for his hard cock to spring out. His tip was leaking with precum.

His hand moved up and down on his cock when he looked at the sixth picture. This one nearly made him lose his mind. You had your fingers inside of your wet pussy with your mouth open.

“Fuck me.” He mumbles, moving his hand faster.

The seven Polaroid made him move his hand even faster on his cock. You were in front of a mirror with your legs spread wide open and a vibrator on your clit. Chris’s breathing got heavier as he continued to jerk off his cock.

You were laying in a sexy pose on the bed, wearing light blue lace lingerie in the eighth Polaroid. Chris thought you looked like a model in that one.

The ninth one was you laying on the bed with your hand inside of your wet panties. Chris almost came on the spot.

The tenth and final Polaroid was of you completely naked and on your knees, looking up at the camera with an innocent look on your face. Chris dropped the pictures on the bed and threw his head back in pleasure. His cock twitched in his hand, feeling his orgasm coming closer and closer.

He quickly grabbed a pillow, putting it over his mouth as your name left his lips that was followed by a moan. Cum covered his hand and lower abdomen. He pumped his cock a few more times before relaxing. His chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily.

“Holy fuck.” Chris breathes.

Chris grabbed a couple tissues and cleaned himself up. He put the Polaroids back in the envelope and hid them safely in his suitcase. When he finally got a chance to message you, he said “I found your present in my suitcase, you dirty girl ;) I love and miss you.”. You giggled as you read the message and smiled, knowing that he absolutely loves his present.

🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀

-Bucky’s Doll

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[buckrecs]

𝙘𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙠

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ONESHOT

all the stars are closer by @kashimos-hajime

mark watney wasn’t the only one left behind on mars, and as you struggle to survive on the desert planet, hidden feelings come to light between you and your best friend, dr. chris beck.

you’re better when you’re quiet by @extremelyblackandwhite

enemies to lovers

Drabble by @/extremelyblackandwhite

stealing chris beck’s sweaters and being in quarantine together.

A Helping Hand by @sableseb

“Are you in? Living in sin is the new thing.”

Boys in Bed with Books 5 by @jobean12-blog

You distract Chris while he’s reading in bed. 

Midnight Kiss by @navybrat817

Chris made a promise to kiss you at midnight and he intends to keep it.

Celebrate by @/navybrat817

Beck celebrates some happy news with you.

home with his starshine by @starbuckie

for the first time in twenty years yn is not spending christmas with her best friend and boyfriend. what’s a girl to do without him?

blame game by @/starbuckie

good god, chris beck pisses you off, with his ass-kissing good grades and dorky fucking glasses, but you’ve never had a better time in the sheets than when you were riding the soul out of him (and he could say the same).

dorothea by @/starbuckie

in which y/n reassures chris he can always come back home to her.

i’s wait a million years by @/starbuckie

chris tries to break up with his girlfriend when his mission requires him to be gone for a few years, but she assures him that she’ll wait for a million years until he comes home to her.

caught up in you by @intrepidacious

When Chris takes you on a nightly drive, he still has a few surprises in store for you.

right now by @traitorjoelite

chris's need for attention leads to a shocking discovery .

Imagine by @angrythingstarlight

Your boyfriend shows you all the benefits of the training facilities. Starting with the antigravity room. 

Seeing Stars by @ladyfallonavenger

Sex Pollen

leave out all the rest by @avintagekiss24

"babe, I’m never gonna finish this work if you keep doing that" + "I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that"

stardust, moonshine by @starduststevie

chris makes your birthday better than it could ever be. you are the stardust to his moonshine, after all

Let’s Shake On It by @bucks-bunny

You were more than satisfied with your academic career, but there was one aspect of it you absolutely couldn't stand: Chris Beck.

hush by @baezen

in which the good guy gets the girl.

Burn by @matchamunson

“she’s always burned so brightly”

Stardust and Starfish by @i-am-a-closet-fanfic-fiend

“Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar.”

Stardust by @after-avenging-hours

After a mix up with NASA’s resupply, you find out that you’re going to run out of your suppressant medication. The commander tries to come up with a plan to deal with your approaching heat, but how easily will she be able to control the only unmated Alpha on board?

Dancing On My Own by @wlntrsldler

Chris Beck comes back from the mission and breaks the news that he is in love with Beth to Y/N.

Start Tonight by @peppermintsparker

loving chris beck would always be your greatest adventure.

Problems Of A Spaceman by @pepsicup

Chris attempts to gain some confidence back after his fiancée leaves him, though, the journey is different than he thought it would be...

Maybe by @theimpossibleg1rl

"how do you plan a space party?" "You planet"

Gravity by @theimpossibleg1rl

Loving Chris Beck wasn’t easy.

Simp by @toastedkiwi

Mark Watney wasn’t the only one who go stuck on Mars. You were too. But you both are back with the crew.

Catching as you faint by @sebbystanimagines

i fainted during the dissection and you’re the one who caught me AU

meeting on earth by @/sebbystanimagines

Galaxy by @flowerpot101

you get seriously hurt during an incident on the shuttle and Chris saves you.

Too Much Space by @fatbottombucky

don’t worry, no one’s watching by @wintersoldier1989

“I know it’s just a stuffed animal but doesn’t it feel weird?”

The Auction by @georgiapeach30513

Your high school sweetheart Chris Beck is back in town.  Just in time for the town auction.

Peaceful Storm by @melomaniac3407

You and Chris staying inside during a thunderstorm.

Quitting Time by @navybrat817

After the work day you had, Chris wants to make you feel good... and quit your job.

SERIES

star crossed by @captainscanadian

A series of one-shots not necessarily in chronological order but still tell the story of these Star Crossed lovers.

Hermaion by @sebbystanimagines

a lucky find.

I Promise by @moonbeambucky

Before heading to Mars Chris Beck reconnects with his best friend, unaware of the outcome of their night together. With the burden of his mission will Chris make a promise he can’t keep?

#chris beck #chris beck x reader #chris beck x you #chris beck x y/n #chris beck imagine #chris beck oneshot #chris beck series #chris beck fluff #chris beck angst #chris beck smut #alpha!chris beck #college!chris beck #chris beck college au

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 1: Ablutophilia

She’s Not Ready

Summary: you knew you shouldn’t came to this frat party

Pairings:  Chris Beck X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit sexual content, explicit language, implied drugging, smut, PIV smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, degradation, voyeurism, misogynistic views, fraternity brotherhood, implied abuse of power, dubcon, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

Ablutophilia is paraphilia involving sexual excitement from baths or showers.

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You stumble into a bathroom, away from the party raging downstairs. Your head pounding with the bass, and you needed a moment. Just needed a break from the throng of people. Greek life wasn’t for you. And you hated that you ended up at this stupid frat party.

They were all the same; perfectly coiffed, intelligent, savvy, loved by everyone, but you could see right through all of them. They weren’t fooling you, and still you found yourself here. Right in the midst of their celebration. Gearing up for their secret induction with the alumni.

You slam your cup down, admiring the simple red color of it, before looking at yourself in the mirror. Getting closer when you see your reflection fade in and out of focus, and want to curse yourself for making you so vulnerable. You should have known to stay away from here. Your friend dragged you along, and you couldn’t say no. You had so many questions left to answer.

You turn your back to the mirror, sinking to the floor. Throwing your head back on the vanity, as you check the door. You had forgot to lock it. Great.

Standing up to go lock it, you’re met face to face with someone. His kind face and sweet smile, makes you relax a bit. “Sorry, I, uh…” his voice stammers, and you feel more at ease. “I thought it was empty.”

He stands there bashfully looking at you, “Is everything okay?”

“Are you one of them?”

“Them?” he questions, looking between you and the shower. You finally notice his shirt was soaked, and he reeked of stale beer.

“Them. The…brothers.”

“Not quite. I did get beer spilt on me from one of the brothers. Don’t think that makes me one of ‘them’ though. You gotta problem with them?” you shrug, walking back to your resting place.

“They have a problem with me.”

“Can’t relate. But I don’t make it a habit of going somewhere that I’m not wanted,” pulling at the bottom of his shirt, he lifts it off his body, and you see the hard lines of his muscles. Kicking his shoes off, and he goes to undo his jeans.

“What are you doing?”

“I stink. I need a shower,” you gawk at him. Unsure why he’s so comfortable with his decision, and then your head tilts forward. And you have to blink away the sleep that is capturing you. “You okay? I’m not the only one that needs a shower. You wanna save water, and do it together.”

“Okay,” slips out of your mouth. Word vomit of the worst kind. See an attractive man, and you blurt out whatever comes to mind. That should have been left in your throat.

He smirks, sliding down his jeans, left only with his boxer briefs when he turns on the water. Clearly, he had turned it all the way up, because steam permeates the bathroom quickly. Your hazy brain already in a tailspin, and then he reaches a hand down to you. You grab it quickly, and he slams you against his chest.

Your eyes roll up to meet his, and you press your hand against his hard chest. Your thumb circles over his pec, and he grabs up your hand, “Are you okay?”

“Just…yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

A hand runs down your side, and you bite your lip trying not to make a sound. The steam circling around the two of you, creating an intoxicating mist, and the shower isn’t the only thing that’s wet.

“Lets get you undressed. Can’t shower, with clothes on, huh, Moonbeam.”

Slow ministrations softly pull off your dress. Letting gravity make it melt into the floor, while you’re the one sinking closer to him. You give him your name, and he smirks, leaning forward to give open mouth kisses to your neck, “Chris Beck,” he moans, giving your neck a hard bite, and you let him overtake your body.

Losing almost all control of your legs when he starts backing the two of you in the shower. And when he drifts back to look at your face, you gulp. All inhibitions out the window as you slot your lips against his, and he stumbles back into the shower. Letting you capture his pretty moans, as he rustles to take his briefs off.

His hands roam through your folds, before he’s lifting you up, settling you on his cock, and you slide right down to the root. Your eyes pouting up at him, as you try to adjust to his girth. His tip whispering up against your cervix, and you forget all reservations of being here with them. All that matters is Chris Beck and his glorious cock.

His hand circles around your neck, and he gives you a devilish grin, “You knew better.”

Your brain doesn’t even register his words. If it did you would remember the hours of research into this frat. Coming here with your friend for even more research, and now, you’ve been captured.

“Sweet little Moonbeam, I haven’t even fucked into you. Did you like your special punch? He told me it would work. Always does. You’re too set on making us happy. You’ll get your chance, don’t worry.”

“Wh-wh-what?” your able to squeak out, but thoughts are erased along with your reservations when his hips pull back, and slam back in just as hard.

His arms wrap around your back, and he just starts lifting you on his cock, using your body to fuck him. “You’re all the same. Dumb little fleshlights. Ready to be used. And we will. Them? You’re apart of it now.”

His voice sinister, but his motions so sure. Shoving you deep over him, and you’re thankful for the water. Thankful that it can wipe away all your sins and discretions down the drain. Head lolling back and only barely focusing on the faded and looming shadows beyond the shower. Their smiles twisted up at the sick game that they all play. They’ll all get you.

You were the one they wanted the most. Spreading your lies and hatred for their elite group around the campus. Too bad you didn’t realize the one you went to is the reason the hunt included you.

“Once you’re broken, you’ll become my perfect little housewife. But don’t worry,” Beck stutters when he feels your walls flutter around him. “Oh, she’s a quick one. We’ll have us a good life. Too bad you won’t remember this one.”

He thrusts himself up into your cunt, and you whine at the added warmth from his hot cum. Shivering when the shower curtain is ripped open, but Beck presses your head against his chest. “Well, that was riveting. How long do you want just her until she’s officially inducted?”

He gives a shrug, “Eh, maybe a few more solo times. She is a pretty little thing. For how paranoid she was, you’d think she’d have her guard up.”

Beck’s professor steps forward, and lifts your head up, “I told you. They need us. We’re doing them a favor. She’ll be thankful that it was you and not someone who would fuck and leave. Moonbeam?” Beck gives him a nod, “Well, you’ve got a long way to go. And you haven’t met the other dumb bunnies. You will. Beck, get yourself dressed or in the basement. She’s not ready.”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Just Kiss Me Slow

Kinktober Day 12: Cockwarming

Relationship: pediatrician!Chris Beck x librarian!Reader (comet and sunshine, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~700

Summary: Your man is the neediest.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, soft sex) fluff, established relationship, developing feelings, SMUT! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: A super short one but it’s so cute! Just love my soft babies 🥹

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“Sunshine…” Chris let out a deep breath and groaned, burying his face in your neck and gently pressing his lips to your skin when you clenched around him as he shifted his weight over you. “How long is this book?”

“It’s short, I’ve only got fifty pages left.” You grinned to yourself when he grumbled affectionately as his hands skimmed over your sides, tilting your head to the side so he could suck on that spot under your ear as you turned another page. “You’re the one who couldn’t wait to get started, it hasn’t even been an hour.”

He huffed again as he kept pressing kisses along the curve of your shoulder, his knees squeezing your thighs while he did his best to hold back from rolling his hips into you.

It wasn’t his fault. All he wanted was to be inside you all the time, to feel the tight heat of you stretched around him like you were fucking made for him. Even when your attention was otherwise occupied, he just needed you underneath him to make him feel warm and complete, like he was home.

God, he hoped you felt the same way. He was pretty sure you did, otherwise why would you let him constantly get wrapped up in you? Always giving him a soft smile and spreading your legs when he would just give you a pathetic look, rolling onto your stomach if you were reading or watching tv, or letting him pull you into his lap if it was a rare night you had to do some work from home. You were so willing to indulge him no matter how pathetic and whiny he was, and if he ever got up the nerve to actually consider his feelings, he’d probably be able to admit he was hopelessly in love with you.

“You just… you feel so fucking good.” He sucked on your ear and managed to wind his arms around your waist, the two of you sinking even further into the bed as you let out a soft sigh. “I missed you so goddamn much today. I’m gonna quit my job.”

“No you’re not.” You flipped another page but almost dropped your book when he gave the smallest grind of his hips, one of your knees bending so you could curl your leg around his as he purred in your ear. “You love your kids, comet. More than you love having a wet dick.”

“Maybe.” Chris rested his head on your shoulder and nuzzled at your cheek while he tried to get all of your attention, hissing when you rolled your hips and made your pussy flex around him in that way that made his cock twitch. “That’s not fair, sunshine. You keep doing that and I’m never gonna leave your apartment.”

“Do what?” You clenched around him again and giggled when he gave you a warning growl, like your teddy bear could ever actually punish you. “I’m just reading.”

“Yeah, if you want to keep reading then stop being a tease.” He whimpered when your whole body rolled underneath him, his arms tightening around you as he made some truly pathetic noises. “Babyyyyy…”

“Oh, you’re so sad!” You marked your page and set your book aside when he whined again, turning your head so you could brush your lips over his while you arched your back even more. “Tell me what you need, sad boy.”

Chris pulled out just enough so he could flip you onto your back and then he was plunging into you again, resting his forehead against yours and letting out a pleased hum when you gasped for him. A moment or two passed where he just gazed at you, his eyes drinking you in before he finally pressed his lips to yours and let his body melt into you. The sounds you made when he started to trail kisses all over your face and neck and chest only made him feel even softer, warm rumbles vibrating his chest against yours while you lightly trailed your fingers over his spine as he took what he needed from you.

“Need you.” He purred when he wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked gently, not even needing to move his hips when the way he was worshiping you made you clench and flutter around him with no effort. Damn, you were so fucking perfect. “Just you, always.”

#natalie writes #natalie’s kinktober 2022 #kinktober 2022 #no love like your love au #comet and sunshine #chris beck #chris beck fic #chris beck x fem!reader #chris beck smut #chris beck x y/n #chris beck x you #chris beck x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan character #fluff #eighteen and over #eighteen plus

[chrisdrysdale]

day 23 oral with chris beck (543 words)

+18s only

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‘’Plleeeaasseeeeeee’’ you whined, gently tugging on his arm. ‘’No baby we don’t have time’’ he softly chuckled back. You and your boyfriend were just about to go up to space on another mission to mars. This sounds like a good thing, but in reality it’s not. You both work in different stations on the ship, meaning you never see each other.

This was your own chance to have him. You were in the waiting room, waiting to be examined medically before you go up. You were all alone, and the doctor should be another 15 mins. You kissed his neck again. ‘’We do have time, you’ve felt my mouth’’ Chris didn’t think it was the best idea but fuck did he want it. He sighed and wiped his face. ‘’Fine, but you have 15 minutes’’ you squealed and kissed him passionately, before slowly sinking to the floor. You palmed him through his white trousers causing him to groan softly, before you licked up the front of his trousers. ‘’Knew you wanted this’’ you quietly giggled as you began to undo his trousers and pull them down his thighs. ‘’Yeah yeah, just shut up an suck my cock’’ he laughed before moaning softly as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. You angled his cock towards your mouth and gently sucked on the tip. ‘’Fuck there you go baby’’ he praised you as you took his cock further down your throat. You began to slowly bob your head up and down, keeping your lips tight around him. You watched as he looked over at the clock. ‘’12 minutes baby’’ 

Your pace increased each time he told you how long you had left. Eventually Chris started to get worried about how long you were taking, so he took matters into his own hands. He held the back of your head and began to bob your head exactly how he liked it. ‘’Silly little girl, couldn’t even suck my cock right’’. You moaned around him, tears prickling at your eyes as he hit the back of your throat. ‘’That’s it good girl, gonna fill that throat up with my cum’’ he lets out a loud groan before hot ropes of cum begin to fill your throat. He gently pulled your head off and you rested against his thigh, giggling. Chris panted before helping you onto his lap. ‘’4 minutes to spare. You’ve met my mouth, you know I can do it’’ you nodded giving him the go ahead. He laid you across the couch in the waiting room, tugging your pants down along with your panties before diving in quickly, not giving you a second to think. ‘’Oh fuck yes baby!!!!!’’ You grabbed onto his hair and rocked your hips in time with his mouth. He began to fuck you with his tongue, his nose nudging at your clit. Soon enough you were coming all over his face with a loud moan. Chris helped you back up and fixed your trousers. You both looked at the clock and you teared up. He opened his arms and brought you into them. ‘’2 minutes baby… i’m all yours’’ 

tags: @bubblessunshinehoney@navybrat817@christywantspizza@buckyalpine@iloveprettyboysblog@ethreal-love@captainsimagines@buckybarnesandmarvel@rogersandlightwood@sparkledfirecracker@barneswinterraven@hansensgirl@blades-and-heartbreak@runa-falls

#chris beck #chris beck x reader #chris beck fanfiction #chris beck fanfic #chris beck x you #the martian #sebastian stan #sebastian stan characters #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #clo&bellaskinktober #cloudy&bella kinktober

[bubblessunshinehoney]

day 23- Oral sex with Chris Beck

305 words

18+only! NO MINOR INTERACTIONS

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A/N: don't why but I clearly think he's like a beginners with sex.

Know this character by name, never been able to watch the movie (space scares me)... Any waaaay, hope you enjoy!

Cloudy

Don't be shy to comment, reblog or like! :)

TW: oral sex (reader receving), Dom!reader, mention of porrrrnnnn. Smut. PWP

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

“YOU NEVER WENT DOWN ON A GIRL?”

Chris quickly covers your mouth with his hand. “Shhhhhh, and no, never had the opportunity”.

You pout “Oh, little Beck.” He squints and pushes you against the wall.

“Come on, don’t be a brat… I want to learn. Please teach me…ma’am”

You smirk. He learns his first lesson. “Okay, pretty boy. Show me you tongue.” He sticks his tongue out and you lick it, making him moan. “Now on your knees, my sweet boy.” He nods and gets on his knees. “Undress my lower part”. He does so and he looks at your bare pussy. “Now you must kiss and find my clitoris. Do you know what the clitoris is?”

He huffs “I’m might not have eaten a girl out, but I have fingers so yes, I already found some clit in my life.” He kisses your mound and flicks his tongue.

“And you must have look at some instructive videos.” He blushes and nods. “Don’t do like them. It’s all fake. But the flick of a tongue is a good trick. Go on, find my clit.” He focuses and kiss, flicks and sucks on your mound until…you moan and tugs on his hair. He smiles against you and focus on your clit, making you clench around nothing.

“you can go lower, between my folds, pushes your tongue inside me and then back up my clit…”. He does so and moans at your taste, holding your ass and massaging it. “Fuck good boy.” That praise makes him go faster, harder, putting his all heart into it, until you cum on his face, screaming his name.

He kisses up your body after helping you through your orgasm and you kiss him hard. “You need any other lesson?”

He shrugs, ”I could learn everything again with you…if you want me.”

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[sgt-seabass]

Joining in on the clockwork fan train, I have a Drabble prompt if you are interested. Nick often plays fast and loose with reader’s safety, and although he’s a control freak so he thinks of everything to prevent her getting harmed (like using air rifle etc) I wonder how he might react if he goes too far/something goes wrong and she does actually get badly hurt from one of his games. Maybe playtime gone wrong or he misjudged his strength. Would he feel guilt, or shrug it off?

𝒔𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚

pairing — mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 1.9k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU. listening to — ♫ sip u slowly warnings — general dark elements, smut (dubcon due to stokholm, p in v, cunnilingus), choking to the point of passing out and bruising, possessiveness, pet names (pup, puppy, omega), a/b/o dynamics, very light medical elements, reference to past minor character death a/n — i hope you like it! thank you so much for the support and interest in the Clockwork AU! written on my phone. thank you so much to @rookthorne for helping with beta and suggestions 🥺🥺💙 this was meant to be short whoops.

Nick had been insatiable, fucking you for hours and eating you out each time in-between sessions.

After a work deal had gone awry and lives had been lost, he wanted nothing more than to bury his problems in your tight heat. With your essence on his tongue, he could be absolved of his irreverence.

Nick was angry. He didn’t take to fuck ups well.

When he’d heard about an omega retrieval gone wrong that ended with the death of a few targeted girls, he was irate.

Nick had to murder his men for their actions. They were there to capture them, not kill them - professionalism was expected, mandated, in his organisation. Nick didn’t need more red in his ledger, yet it seemed to have a way of seeping in, tainting the pages and bleeding everywhere.

His temper was no more than his inner child locked in an endless cycle of self-flagellation, so he fixated on you to distract himself. He’d created you and turned you into the omega he wanted. However, the problem with manipulating is that you deny yourself the love and support that partnership provides. Nick knew he was fooling himself by thinking you were unequivocally his, so he wanted to show you how good he could make you feel.

The urge boiled beneath his skin, an unbridled need to claim you; to fuck you into oblivion.

Barely keeping himself restrained, he’d carried you to the bedroom just after dinner, and the sun had long set. His need for you continued into the early morning.

By the time the clock hit three am, you were exhausted. That much was evident by the way your eyes struggled to stay open even as you orgasmed. The little sounds Nick pulled from you got whinier and more strained the more your body tried to get its rest.

But there was no rest for the wicked, and Nick was certainly feeling sinful.

“Give me another, puppy,” Nick growled to you, face between your legs before moaning at the taste of his seed and your wet mixing.

“I’m tired, alpha. I can’t.” You whimpered, sweat dotting your brow while your back arched against the silk bedsheets. “S’too much.”

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide that. I’ll tell you when it’s enough, omega.” Nick’s voice reverberated against your clit before he gently sucked it, causing your fingers to fist into the sheets from the unrelenting pleasure.

This was Nick’s favourite way to have you. Crumpled from the euphoria he caused you. You’d fought so hard against him, but at the end of the day, you ended up right where you belonged.

In his bed.

Nick started slow, drawing circles around your clit before replacing his tongue with his fingers. He flicked his finger while his mouth pressed kisses along your hip and down your thigh. Nick couldn’t help himself when it came to tasting all of you, so he bit into the supple flesh of your thigh as he kept working your sensitive clit.

Your wail only served to make Nick bite again, closer to your cunt this time. Fuck, your tears were gorgeous. “Does it hurt, omega?” When you nodded in response, Nick slapped your thigh. “Use your words.”

“Ye— Yes. Hurts, alpha.”

“Mm, but you look so beautiful with my marks.” Nick looked at the teeth marks adorning your skin, smirking to himself before turning his attention back to your clit. “Tell me what you want, puppy. Tell me what you need.”

Your thighs clenched, and Nick chuckled dryly as he ground himself against the bed, his erection painfully hard. He wanted to do nothing more than fuck you senseless, but it was worth waiting if it meant he got to see you shatter.

“I need…” You stopped yourself, and Nick could see the embarrassment in your expression. It was beautiful. “I need your mouth, please, alpha.”

“Such nice manners,” Nick praised before giving you exactly what you wanted.

He drank you in slowly, running his tongue over your folds and watching how you responded. You were so tense. As if each muscle was waiting for the anticipated precipice. And Nick would give it to you, but he wanted his fun first.

Deft fingers pulled your folds apart, and Nick groaned at the sight of you. Glistening and inviting. “Such a pretty pussy, pup. Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Nick ran his flat tongue up your cunt, starting with long, languid licks that began to gradually get faster. Nick placed a hand on your stomach to stablise you as his broad strokes got shorter, turning into quick flicks across your clit.

He didn’t stop, not tiring even as the clock ticked away on the bedside table.

The tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm started to show as Nick alternated between licking and sucking, his hand running up and down your thigh as the other held you down. Your body tensed, and it goaded Nick to go faster, gripping your flesh tightly.

Nick hummed against your clit, and the dams burst. Like music to his ears, your mewls turned high-pitched as you came, your juices gushing down his chin. Nick had lost count of how many orgasms you’d had tonight, but each one was better than the last. He’d never get sick of this.

“My puppy does love playtime, don’t you, baby?” Nick watched as your glazed eyes looked at him, surprised at the new pet name. Baby. It’s endearing. Intimate. “You’re going to sit back and let your alpha do all the work now, right? Puppies are just too silly to do anything but lay down and get fucked.”

Seeing you so raw, so vulnerable, was bringing out the beast in Nick. The further down this rabbit hole he fell, the harder it was to keep his semblance of control. If you tried to make a run for it right now, he might actually kill you, too lost in the chase of his prey to realise what was happening. But you don’t run. Instead, you shuffled a little up the sheets, so your head rested on one of the satin pillows.

You knew you couldn’t escape, so you prepared yourself to be comfortable. Nick crawled up the bed, cock standing proud between his parted thighs, and he loomed over you. “Are you scared, puppy?”

Nick smiled when you gave him an odd look like you weren’t sure what response he wanted. “You should be.”

His words were the only warning you got before he mounted you, sheathing his dick in your dripping cunt with one swift motion of his hips. Nick let out a growl, pulling out the pillow from under you so he could grip the back of your neck. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel like fucking velvet, omega.”

The teasing nature Nick had earlier was long gone, replaced with a feral alpha desperate to breed. His thrusts were deep, rutting against your hips as his heavy breaths filled the room, mixed with your moans. It was a fucking symphony.

“This little cunt is mine, isn’t it? Tell me,” Nick snarled, pounding into your sore, used pussy without resolve.

“S’yours. All yours,” you sobbed into the cool air, tears streaking down your cheeks.

“That’s right. You’re fucking mine.” Nick moved his hand to rest on the front of your neck. He tiled his head back while his eyes fluttered closed.

It was a complete state of bliss. Nick didn’t look down as he let himself be free. No control, no thoughts. Just alpha.

You moaned with each plunge of his cock, but Nick didn’t notice the way your moans were weakening under the sound of smacking flesh.

Your hands clawed at Nick’s arm, but he didn’t even register it.

It wasn’t until you went quiet altogether that Nick opened his eyes.

Suddenly, cold washed over Nick when he looked down, his hand tight around your neck and your eyes closed. Not even a squeak came from your parted lips.

“Omega? Shit. Omega, open your eyes.” Nick tapped your cheek, but you were completely unconscious. “Puppy, wake up.”

He shook your shoulders, pulling his now soft cock out of you before he placed his finger under your nose. A sigh of relief left Nick when he felt the soft blow of your breath against his skin.

Nick’s jaw clenched, guilt awash over him. He was so lost in the moment he didn’t realise he’d begun squeezing, and he’d choked you out.

Your lack of response concerned Nick, so he sat on the bed, pulling you to his chest. He cradled you, and suddenly he was like his ten-year-old self again, holding the body of his dead sister on the living room floor. “Wake up. Please. I’ll… I’ll get you even more strawberries. You love them, right?”

You didn’t wake. Still soundly asleep and unaware of your distressed alpha.

In making you vulnerable, Nick had actually exposed himself. Desperate and alone, he was nothing without something of his own. Without you.

“Beck! Bring your med kit!” Nick’s voice boomed through the mansion, a prime alpha call.

Only moments later, Beck came barrelling through the door with his doctor’s bag. His eyes widened at the sight of you in Nick’s lap, mottled bruises already beginning to spread over your neck. “What happened?”

“I didn’t realise I was squeezing,” Nick’s voice came out monotone, devoid of emotion. His heart had begun to lock down. He wasn’t ready to lose anyone else.

Beck rushed over, gently taking you from Nick and resting you back against the bed. Your alpha moved away from the bed, arms crossed and expression cold as he watched.

“She’s alive,” Beck commented. You were obviously alive, but hearing Beck’s assurance eased Nick a little. The alpha always managed to calm him down.

There was a flurry of movement as Beck checked you over, Nick watching closely, not moving from his spot. As if he were a statue, frozen by pain.

“She’s going to be fine. I think she could use an IV with some fluids, and I can do a scan of her neck if you’re really worried,” Beck sighed, standing up. “But she’s okay. We could put her in the medical bay?”

“No. She stays here,” Nick snapped back quickly. Beck didn’t flinch, not phased by the icy mood of his boss. “Do the IV here.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go get the stuff from downstairs if you want to get her into bed for me. Her body is pretty run down, so I imagine she’ll wake up when she’s got some energy back.” Not waiting for a response, Beck packed his things. On the way out, he passed Nick, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Accidents happen. It’s okay.”

Without further comment, Beck left, leaving Nick staring at you. He could have snapped your neck and not even realised.

Nick ran a hand over his face, the memories of his sister still fresh in his mind; he couldn’t protect her or his mother, but he could keep you safe. You were the only thing that had ever made him feel human.

After the loss of his family, he’d turned into a hardened shell. But something about you and your homely scent cracked his defences. Around you, his heart was exposed. It meant he could love with a burning intensity, but also hurt just as much.

Body tensed, Nick maneuvered you carefully so the sheet and duvet shielded you from the cool night air. You were covered in your slick and Nick’s cum, but washing you was an issue he’d resolve after you’d rested.

Waiting for Beck to return, Nick pulled up an armchair to sit beside you. He’d never let you see this side of him, not for now anyway. He wasn’t ready. But with you unaware, Nick leant forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry, omega.”

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[buckybarnessunflower]

L i q u i d L u c k

Summary: Bucky has had a series of bad dates. A stranger gifts him something called liquid luck to help him, he's unsure if he'll ever use it but then he sees you and his mind is made up. Bucky finally gets lucky with you in a bathroom.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X reader , Dark!Bucky, mention of Chris Beck X reader

Rating: 18+ (Dubcon, smut, sexual assault heavily implied)

Word Count: 3549

Warnings: Reader cheats on her boyfriend Chris Beck, Bucky spikes readers drink. Smut ensues. Lloyd Hansen makes a brief appearance. Talk of sexual assault. Dubcon no aftercare.

A/N: I posted this last night but I forgot to list some of the warnings. I deleted it and am now posting an updated warning. Thank you for the anon that brought it to my attention. I do apologize for anyone who may have accidently read it last night when I had not posted the accurate warnings. That was not my intention

Bucky breathed in and out through his nose, allowing the smell of alcohol from the bar he was in to help put him at ease. The bar he was in wasn’t overly crowded like most bars in New York on a Saturday night. The talk and laughter from the other patrons distracted him somewhat from his own self deprecating thoughts.

He was beyond frustrated that another date had gone terribly wrong.

Dating today was N O T like dating was back in the 1940s.

He knew he wasn’t the same man he was back then.

He knew he had lost his charm and his dazzling smile that used to get women weak in the knees.

He knew that while most men wore chains around their necks or nice watches around their wrist that he was forced to have a metal arm. 

Bucky rubbed his flesh hand down his face and sighed before he took another large gulp of the amber liqueur in his glass. He couldn’t get drunk but the feel of the liqueur going down his throat, leaving behind a slight burn as it made its way down felt nice.

It made him feel more human and less like the brainwashed assassin Hydra forced him to be all those years ago.

The sound of a chuckle beside him made Bucky glance up, the man was muscular in build with light brown hair that was shaved on the sides and a thick mustache.

“Woman troubles huh?” He asked, turning on his bar stool to look directly at Bucky.

Bucky gave a slight nod to his head in acknowledgment before turning back around to take another swig from his glass, he wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk about his troubles to a stranger that couldn’t even begin to relate.

“Name’s Lloyd” the man said, holding out his hand for Bucky to shake.

“Bucky,” he said, shaking Lloyd’s hand.

The grin on Lloyd’s face grew, “Oh I know who you are” he said and could tell Bucky’s body stiffened, unsure as to what Lloyd’s intentions were. Vibranium hand gleaming as he tightened it into a fist, ready to fight if necessary.

“Calm down big guy, I just noticed it seemed like you were down and out, I figured it had to be over a girl. Women now-a-days like to play hard to get, what with all of this women have rights bullshit they think they’re above us. They think they can lead us on during dates, wearing as little as possible, hell even sometimes taking us back to their apartments then BAM they don’t want to fuck. It’s sickening really and I hate to see another man hurt because a woman simply hasn’t learned her place yet”. Lloyd said, moving his chair closer to Bucky’s.

Bucky refused to fully look at Lloyd, not knowing if it was a trap or not so he chose to stay silent. He didn’t need his publicist breathing down his neck because he said the wrong thing to someone.

“That’s why I’m giving you this” He continued while taking a vial of something off of his necklace to hand to him.

Bucky stared at his outstretched hand in his peripheral vision, frozen in his place- unsure if he should take it or not.

“Think of it as liquid luck. You put a drop in a woman’s drink and her body begins to crave you. Even if she’s interested in you or not. She’ll walk out of a bar with you, smile on her face and her cunt dripping with the need to be filled. You take her home, do what you want and leave. She’ll forget it ever happened.” Lloyd grinned, now dangling the vial in front of Bucky’s face.

Bucky watched as it swung back and forth, it was tempting, so tempting. 

Part of the reason why he was so upset about tonight was because he wanted NO needed to fuck. He wanted to feel the warm silky smoothness of a woman’s cunt wrapped around his cock. It had been too long since he last had sex, he had gotten a little rough with the last girl and she had blasted him online. A picture of bruises and bites littering her skin didn’t fare well with the public’s already shitty opinion of him and any potential sexcapeds ended before they could begin after hearing how other women could barely walk after sleeping with the ex-assassin. 

He had been hopeful about the woman tonight, had wined and dined her how he would a woman back in the 40’s but she went on and on about her ex boyfriend. She had even started to cry in the middle of the date, accusing eyes turned to him. Expecting The Winter Soldier to have done something terrible to the woman. “I’ve got to go” she had said before abruptly leaving, chair turned over in her haste to get out of the restaurant. Bucky had been left to pay the tab, food half-eaten and his cock still semi-hard where he had been expecting to get lucky.

Bucky grabbed the vial, milky white substance reflecting the fluorescent lighting from up above.

“I knew you would take it,” Lloyd said, hand clasped firmly on Bucky’s shoulder.

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Bucky laid in his bed back at the compound staring at the vial.

Was he really going to use it?

Had he really become that desperate that he needed “liquid luck” to help him get his dick wet?

The sound of the porno he had open in the background broke him from his train of thought.

He couldn’t take any more nights like this. 

He couldn’t handle the sounds of the fake moans and orgasms from the pornos.

He didn’t care what Tony said. No matter what tags he clicked on, none of them could fulfill his desires like having an actual woman underneath him.

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Bucky pulled the cigarette from his mouth and blew out the smoke. His lips turned up in a smirk as he glanced down at his drink and then back up to the dance floor, watching as the “liquid luck” took effect.

He had been watching you from afar for most of the night.

You had come in shortly after he had arrived. You and your friends had run over to the bar, giggling as you stumbled over each other's stiletto heels in a race to get to the bar first. You had been pushed into Bucky, a contagious smile on your face as you turned to him to apologize when he helped steady you.

The warmth of his hand had felt too good to go unnoticed. Bucky had noticed how you had leaned closer into his touch. Your friends didn’t even realize how you and the stranger at the bar were enamored with each other. The smell of your vanilla shampoo and floral perfume was intoxicating.

One of your friends shoved a shot of tequila at you, liquid spilling over the edges onto your skin tight red dress. His eyes instantly glanced down to find that it had darkened the fabric around your breast, you hadn’t even noticed- too busy throwing back the shot and wincing at the burn going down your throat.

A drop of tequila clung to your plump bottom lip and Bucky had to adjust himself in his chair when he felt his pants tighten. He took a chance and swiped at the drop of tequila on your lip with the pad of his thumb, your eyes closed and Bucky swore he heard you moan. You were so receptive to his touch and he knew he had to have you.

“C'mon babe we gotta go dance” One of your friends said, pulling you away from Bucky and onto the dance floor.

Bucky knew as he watched you go that he wasn’t going to leave tonight without you with him..

He felt in his pocket for the vial Lloyd had given him.

Tonight was the night.

He wasn’t going to take any chances, he wanted you and he was going to get you in his bed.

It was at that revelation that he found himself at the bar most of the night.

He watched as you and your friends danced and had fun, giggling as you took turns grinding on one another that had him and every other man in the room entranced.

Finally you stumbled over to the bar, Bucky placed his hand on your lower back to help steady you.

“Thanks” you grinned up at him, loving the feel of his hand on your lower back.

Your eyes met endless pools of cerulean blue that had you taking in a shaky breath.

You could see the barely contained lust poorly hidden in their depths. It made you shiver and you instinctively wrapped your arms around yourself in hopes to cover yourself from his roaming eyes. Uneasiness settled deep in your bones, you could feel his lecherous stare all over your body.

You asked for more shots and turned away from the bar to avoid any conversation with the man. Yeah he looked good but it was something about him that just felt off and he looked so familiar but you couldn’t place where you had seen him before. 

Since you were turned away you completely missed when the bartender placed your order of shots on the counter.

Bucky took his chance and added a drop of the liquid from the vial to your shot.

He watched as you downed it with no problem, no sign of disgust on your face at all.

Now he could only wait and watch to see if it would take effect.

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It was like a fire had been lit under your skin, it felt hot, too hot and it seemed like no one else was feeling the same way. Desire pooled in your belly and you could feel your pussy start to soak your thong. You felt dizzy, the room started to spin as you stumbled over to the bathroom.

You stood near the sink, splashing water on your skin in hopes of cooling yourself down but you let out a little whine as your pussy throbbed with desire. You didn’t know what had come over you, your boyfriend Chris was always good about fucking you good but he was away on a NASA mission for a few weeks. You whined again at the thought, your pussy ached to be touched and you had a brief thought about stuffing your fingers in for hopes of momentary relief until you could get home and watch one of your and Chris’s sex tapes.

The sound of the door opening had your eyes wide in surprise, a hand clutched at your chest to calm your racing heartbeat. You swore you had locked the door after coming in.

The man from the bar walked in, a predatory glint in his eyes as he looked at you up and down while he locked the door.

“Th…..th…..This is th…. The woman’s bathroom” you stuttered out, the edge of the sink digging into your back the more you tried to press your back against it.

“I know” was all he said as he walked closer to you.

The feeling of desire was beginning to overwhelm you. You could smell his cologne, tones of amber and sandalwood quickly becoming addicting. You squeezed your legs together tightly in hopes of satisfying your swollen clit.

“Aw. You want me baby”? He asked, taunting you.

The seed had been planted in your mind now. 

Fuck.

You did want him and you didn’t know why. Chris was such a good boyfriend and you had dreams of becoming Mrs. Beck one day but God the man in front of you had you wanting to throw all that out the window for one night with him.

He looked like sex on legs and God you couldn’t possibly walk away from a chance like this. Could you? 

His pupils were dilated to the point where only a small ring of cerulean blue could be seen.

“I want you” he whispered in your ear, your knees weakened at his confession.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your back, turning you so you were facing the mirrors over the sinks.

His lips trailed down your neck.

Kissing.

Licking.

Biting.

Bruising every inch of your sensitive skin. A moan escaped that had Bucky smirking against your heated flesh.

He couldn’t believe it. It was actually working.

His vibranium hand traveled up your stomach to the valley between your breasts, he yanked at the fabric of your dress and his mouth instantly watered at the sight of your plump breast.

“Look at these tits babydoll. I bet they’re sensitive” he said, groaning as he plucked and rolled a nipple between his metal fingers. They pebbled at the feel of the coolness of the vibranium and you couldn’t hold back your moan the more he pulled and tugged at them.

“I’ve always been a tit man and these are gorgeous” he confessed, grabbing a handful of each.

“Look at us” he whispered and you did as you were told.

It made your thong dampen even more than what it already was.

Bucky was standing behind you, his front pressed against your back with the top of your dress pulled down past your navel. His flesh hand had one breast gripped tightly and his vibranium had the other gripped tightly. 

It was a beautiful contrast. 

Flesh and metal.

Pain and Pleasure.

He nipped at your neck again, making your eyes roll back in your head at the instant pleasure you felt.

Chris had never made you feel like this before.

You whimpered when he left your neck to trail his lips down the expanse of your back, his hands left your breasts to follow his lips.

He pulled your dress all the way down, until you were left standing with only your thong.

Bucky growled when he felt your thong soaked through.

His index finger rubbed at your glistening folds, pulling your thong between them, making your yelp.

“Ssssshhhhh babydoll. I gotta see what I'm working with” he said and you felt yourself blush at the thought of him looking at your pussy close-up.

“Pl…..please” you whimpered out as you tried to close your legs so he couldn’t see.

“HEY! Stop that. No hiding from me. This pussy is mine” he said, smacking at the inside of your thighs making you yelp again as you hesitantly opened your legs.

“You got such a pretty pussy baby” he said before licking at the pad of his flesh thumb and bringing it to your wet entrance.

You whimpered at the feel of him pushing his thumb along with your thong in your entrance, the lace fabric slightly hurt but not as much as his thumb flexing, trying to widen your hole.

“So tight babydoll fuck” he groaned, taking both hands to pull at your hole to make it slightly gape for him. Bucky collected a tiny pool of saliva in his mouth and spit directly in your hole.

“Oh God” You whimpered at the feel of his spit dripping out of you.

Your mind felt hazy with lust. You felt like you were in a cloud, not able to think clearly, only of the man currently on his knees thrusting his fingers in your pussy. 

You could hear squelching noises each time he thrusted in.

“Hear that babydoll? Your cunt is begging for me” He said while pumping his fingers lazily in and out of you, like it was a chore to be defiling your body.

“Gon….Gonn……Gonna cum” You cried out and whimpered when he abruptly pulled out of your cunt.

He tsked in annoyance as he stood up and unbuckled his pants, sliding the worn out leather through the loops before grabbing your wrist in a tight grip and wrapping them in his belt, pulling the leather as tight as he could against your skin.

“Can’t have you cumming without permission babydoll. Sorry but tonight is about me and what I want, not what you want”. He said with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He ripped your thong off of your body before he slid his boxers down enough for his cock to spring up and hit his stomach.

Your mouth dropped when you saw how big he was, doubt coursed through you and you couldn’t help but look at him with fear in your eyes.

“What is it babydoll? Don’t think it will fit?” He asked while rubbing the tip through your folds, gathering as much of your wetness as he could.

You shook your head as your breath hitched when his tip caught in your hole.

Bucky bit his lip, fuck he had just breeched you and you already felt so tight.

“Just gonna slide in real quick babydoll” he groaned as you whimpered when he pushed the tip completely in. You could feel it tug on your hole as he tried to pull out and push back in.

It was all too much but at the same time not enough.

You felt too full and you felt like you needed more.

With each inch he pushed in, he pulled right back out so he could rub your wetness on his cock that hadn’t been in you yet.

He had to fight not to just ram all of himself in you but he wanted you to want this.

He wanted you to beg and plead for more.

He wanted to see the look of desperation on your face as you begged to be filled.

He glanced up at the mirror when he pushed a little more in you, your mouth was slightly open and your eyes were halfway closed.

You looked like a goddess. 

Better than anything he could have dreamed.

With his vibranium hand he gave your ass a quick smack and looked up in enough time to watch your eyes roll back in your head.

“Fuck you like to be spanked babydoll”? He asked and chuckled when you moaned after he gave your ass another quick smack.

“I may never let you go babydoll. I may keep you at the compound chained to my bed forever and ever. Just use this tight little cunt whenever the fuck I want to” He said before pushing all the way inside of you, his balls hitting your skin making the both of you shudder.

Your wrists were hurting, his belt too tight around them but the pain was nothing in comparison to the pleasure you were feeling of his cock nestled deep against your cervix.

You had N E V E R felt so full before.

N O T H I N G could ever compare.

Now that he was completely inside of you he showed you absolutely no mercy.

He pummeled you with each thrust, hitting your cervix each and every time with a precision like you had never seen before.

It felt like he was trying to get deeper, like he was trying to fill your womb.

“Feels so good babydoll” he said, pulling at your hair so you had to look at the mirror.

Your skin was flushed, cheeks rosy pink as Bucky fucked you thoroughly. 

“C….Cu….Cum Pu….Puh…..Please” you struggled to get out as it felt like Bucky was fucking you even harder.

“Fuck can’t even speak right cause I'm fucking you so good” he said, pulling your hair harder to bring your body back plush against his.

He wrapped a hand around your throat as he kissed and bit at your neck.

Sweat rolled down his face the more he exerted himself.

“Cum when you want to babydoll” he said, finally answering you as he squeezed your throat harder.

Your vision became spotty, tears threatened to spill any second as you struggled to breathe.

It was like he had hit something deep within you when you felt something snap. 

Your mouth opened in a silent scream, your eyes rolled back in your head as your cunt clenched at his cock so hard that he couldn’t move in or out of you.

“FUCK” He groaned, feeling you cum. He looked down and noticed your cream in a ring around the base of his cock making him groan again.

“Gonna cum babydoll fuck this pussy is so goddamn good” he said pushing in and out of you again.

You could barely hear him though, your ears were ringing from the sheer intensity of your orgasm.

He thrust in and out.

One more time.

Two more times.

Three more times.

Then he was spilling into you, his cock spurting his cum into your velvet silk walls.

You were both breathing hard as you came down from your highs.

He pulled his belt loose from your wrists, rubbing the sore skin soothingly as he kissed your neck and shoulders.

You whimpered when he pulled his softening cock out of you, your combined cum dripping from your used and abused cunt.

“Ssssshhhhh you did so well babydoll” he whispered while helping to pull your dress up.

He turned you to face him so he could kiss your lips and wipe away your tears before he left you alone in the bathroom.

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[navybrat817]

Midnight Kiss

Pairing: Chris Beck x Female Reader Summary: Chris made a promise to kiss you at midnight and he intends to keep it. Word Count: Almost 1.4k Warnings: Fluff, light angst, established relationship, Chris Beck (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Last fic for the year and @ysmmsy. suggested something for our sweet space husband! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You gazed up at the stars and ignored the chill in the air as you wondered why you bothered going to the small party tonight. You knew why, of course. Your friends didn't want you to miss out on a good time and you didn't want to disappoint them by bailing. It didn't help though that everyone inside had paired off, leaving you as the odd one out. Watching everyone kiss at midnight wasn't exactly your idea of fun.

Which was how you found yourself standing outside in the cold, staring up at the sky as if it could make your boyfriend show up.

When you wish upon a star.

You started dating Chris Beck less than a year ago and he was, without a doubt, the best boyfriend you ever had. A brilliant man with a soft heart, and the sweatshirts to match, he provided you with love and many happy memories in such a short time. Reality, however, seeped through the honeymoon phase and reminded you that both of you had obligations. He had an impressive career as an astronaut and a surgeon long before you came into the picture.

You’d always be proud of him.

Chris didn't believe you when you told him you never had a New Year's kiss. You laughed and told him your date the year before passed out by the toilet long before the countdown began. The years before that didn't fare any better. It didn't seem like a big deal.

Until this year.

"I'll be your first midnight kiss."

He had every intention of going with you tonight and swore he'd give you the best kiss at midnight. He even had a button down shirt picked out to match your strapless blue dress until he got called in. Giving you a sorry look, he swore he'd make it up to you, even when you said he didn't have to. Though he currently wasn't in orbit, he still had an important job to do on the ground. You wouldn't dare hold that against him.

It didn't mean you weren't a little sad.

"You promised me a kiss," you whispered into the night, snuggling deeper into the warm sweatshirt you took from his closet earlier. He’d be upset if you went out into the cold without anything covering your arms. "But that's okay."

You didn't move or turn around when the door opened behind you, the sound of laughter and chatter briefly filling the air before the door shut. You kept quiet, not wanting to be a downer or to be asked why you were out there by yourself. The familiar presence at your back brought comfort, even though you weren't seeking it out. Before you knew it, a smile touched your lips when the gentle scent of cedar and citrus filled your nostrils.

The same cologne Chris opened just a few days before when you exchanged gifts.

"What's a nice girl like you doing out here all alone on New Year's Eve?" he asked, gently gripping your elbow to turn you around.

He's here. He showed up. He kept his promise.

The twinkling lights around the door provided enough light to see the blue of his eyes as you faced him. Tears sprang to your own unexpectedly when he brushed his warm fingers along your cheek. He used his hands to heal others and now his touch closed the wound of loneliness that had opened inside you.

"My boyfriend is working tonight," you told him, your voice thick as you played along and blinked away some of the moisture in your eyes. "You wouldn't happen to know him, would you?"

His thumb moved up to catch a stray tear, his smile apologetic and gentle. "I may have seen him around before. Over six feet tall with blue eyes and short, dark brown hair? It looks about as soft as the sweatshirt you're wearing. I'm guessing it's his."

"It is," you smiled, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. He was right about it being soft. "I think it goes well with my dress."

He hummed in appreciation as he took a step back to admire you, taking a bit of the warmth with him. "It does," he said before he wrapped an arm around your lower back to pull you close again. "It looks really good on you."

You could have picked a paper bag to wear tonight and Chris would have found a way to compliment you in it. The first time you woke up beside him, no makeup on and still half asleep, he whispered how beautiful you were to him. Just like he did when he made love to you.

"My boyfriend thinks it looks good on me, too," you teased.

"Oh, yeah. I almost forgot about your boyfriend," he said as he raised an eyebrow. "Handsome guy, isn't he? Nice smile? Some may even call him a sexy nerd."

Oh, my humble man.

"All of those things. Very handsome, nice smile, a sexy nerd. He's so smart. One of the most brilliant men I know," you smiled, taking pride in bringing a slight pink hue to his cheeks at the compliment. "Did you know he graduated from Yale? And he worked for NASA. Flight surgeon. Completed five spacewalks."

"Did he give you his resume on your first date?" he joked, bringing his other arm around your waist.

You giggled when you brought your hands up to his shoulders, starting to sway even though there was no music. "No, he was a perfect gentleman. He waited until our second date."

The laugh Chris let out spread warmth through your chest all the way down to your toes. "Sounds like a real winner, even if he did have to work tonight."

Your smile slipped as he cupped your cheek again, refusing to let you look down or away. "Work is important and this is just a party, so he's still a winner."

He shook his head when you nuzzled your cheek against his palm. "It isn't just a party. I heard through the grapevine that he owes you a kiss at midnight. He intends to keep that promise."

It meant everything to you that he showed up, but you couldn't help the guilt you felt. Did he rush through work to get to you? Beg someone to cover for him? No matter what he did, it showed just how special you were to him.

You're just as special to me.

"I appreciate that," you said, watching the lights shine in his eyes again. "I appreciate him so much."

"Ten!" your friends shouted inside, their voices loud enough to be heard through the glass.

"He appreciates you. His beautiful, special star," Chris smiled as your cheeks got hot. "And he couldn't imagine any other way to bring in the new year."

"Nine!"

You couldn't imagine it any other way either.

"Eight!"

Chris brought his other hand up, holding your face with such infinite tenderness as you stopped swaying.

"Seven!"

"I'm glad you made it, Chris," you smiled.

"Six!"

"I'm glad I did, too," he smiled back.

"Five!"

"Thank you," you said, leaning in closer.

"Four!"

The tip of his nose brushed against yours, both of you anticipating what was to come.

"Three!"

"I love you," he whispered between your lips.

"Two!"

Your heart raced as you closed your eyes. "I love you, too, Chris."

"One!"

You weren't sure if fireworks went off in the distance or if you heard them in your mind, but your mouths met in a kiss that left you breathless. A shudder wracked your body as his hands moved from your face down to your hips. You willed yourself to stay upright when he licked into your mouth, moving his tongue against your with expert precision. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world to do so.

A perfect kiss with a perfect man.

"Can I confess something?" he asked.

You were happy that he sounded as affected as you felt. "Yeah."

He brought his mouth close again, whispering the words just for the two of you to hear. "That was my first midnight kiss, too."

You smiled as you pressed another kiss to his lips, thanking the stars above for gifting you with his wonderful man.

"Happy New Year, Chris."

It was going to be the best year yet.

I can't wait to share more next year with you lovelies. 💙 Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[holylulusworld]

Jerk next door (6) - Two new players

Summary: You move in next door to a jerk after a bad breakup.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Destroyer!Chris, Captain Syverson

Warnings: angst, mentions of past domestic violence (implied), mentions of divorce, mentions of past physical abuse, scared reader, mentions of past alcohol abuse, rueful Andy, mentions of murder

A/N: It's been a while, huh.

Jerk next door masterlist 

<< Jerk next door (5)

“No,” you violently shake your head. “I won’t set foot into his house. Let Quentin come and kill me. It’s better than being under the care of this man.” 

“Miss,” Chris sighs. He’s fucking tired of taking care of other people’s problems. “I’m tired, my head hurts like hell and I haven’t slept for a week. Please give me a break.”

“Oh,” considering his words you look at the stranger in your house again. He looks tired and sick. “Wait, have a seat. Do you want some water? I got not much food left, but I can make you a sandwich.”

“I came here for a reason, miss.”

“Y/N,” you offer a weak smile. “I’m sorry for barking at you. It’s his fault, not yours. You only try to help me.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs and takes the offered seat in your kitchen. “I get that you are mad at Barber. He’s a handful.”

“So, uh-Mr…” you furrow your brow. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Just Chris,” he takes the glass of water you placed on the table and chugs it down. “I’m sorry too. It was a rough month…or rather year.”

Chris closes his eyes for a moment and sighs deeply.

“Maybe you should stay out of this shitshow. I already packed the most important things. I’ll try to start anew somewhere else.”

“He will follow you everywhere you go, miss,” Chris opens his eyes. His blue eyes hold your gaze as you try to find a way to keep him out of your problems. “Quentin Beck is the kind of bastard not letting go. He doesn’t love you but won’t let you live your life without him.”

“He will kill me,” you whisper. “Quentin told me so when I finally found the strength to file for divorce. I embarrassed him by revealing what he did to me. Though, no one was there to help me. They all turned a blind eye to my injuries and his behavior.”

“No man should put their hands on a woman,” Chris sneers. “I will make sure he’ll never get close to you, Y/N.”

“Quentin won’t give up.”

“Let him come,” Chris gets up from his chair because you’re rubbing your arms and your teeth chatter. “You’re freezing.”

“I-I’m scared, is all,” you reply. 

“No. You’re cold,” he shrugs his jacket off and puts it around your shoulders. “You need to calm down. I know Andy was a jerk, but he’s our only chance to keep you safe.”

“I don’t want to hide at his place,” you sniffle. “He’s as bad as my ex-husband.”

“Andy would never hurt a woman,” Chris softly speaks to you. “Laurie got him good. She broke something inside of him. Jerk or not, he will do anything to keep you safe.”

“Promised?” You look up at Chris.

“Promised.”

“Bedroom, bathroom,” Andy nervously points at the bed in his bedroom. “I’ll take the guestroom. This one is bigger.”

“This is ridiculous,” you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “If only you left me alone. I didn’t do anything wrong to make you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, sweets,” he sighs and runs one hand down his face. Andy is fucking tired too. “Please let me at least try to make things up to you.”

“You put me in harm's line!” You throw your hands up. “I finally found a peaceful place and you had to ruin it for me. Even if he believes I left town, Beck will come back. If he sinks his teeth in your flesh, you are his next meal.”

Andy smirks. “Let him come. I’m not the tame and friendly lawyer if you fuck with me.” He cocks his head and watches you sit on his bed. Andy clears his throat and softens his voice. “I changed the sheets, and in the bathroom are fresh towels. I brought all your clothes into the walk-in wardrobe. It’s right through that door.”

Andy points at the door next to the bathroom.

“You can put them on the left side. It’s…empty,” he shrugs when you watch him with curiosity. “A habit.” He adds. “My ex-wife used to occupy the left side. I kinda never changed that. It’s empty since I moved in here.”

“I did the opposite,” you admit. “Quentin used the left side, and I put the silliest things on his side.” You grin. “He would so hate it.”

“Hmm…” Andy nods thoughtfully. “We removed any trace you lived at your house. A friend of mine will take your place. I had an emergency meeting with all the neighbors. They know about you, and Beck. Doris and Peter offered to have an eye on the house.”

“You make it sound so easily,” you wipe your wet eyes. “I used my real name, Andy. Sooner than later Quentin will find my employer, and I’m done for. He will come when I least expect it and…”

You look away. 

“He won’t,” Andy suddenly stands in front of the bed. “I don’t give a shit that he’s a cop. I’m an attorney lawyer, Chris is an ex-cop, and—” 

“And I was the leader of a special forces unit,” another man casually walks inside Andy’s bedroom. “Hello, sugar. Andy told me so much about you.”

“Hi,” you choke the word out, unable to think while crowded by the two of them.

The man holds out his hand. “Oh, she’s shy,” he hums and steps closer to look down at you. He looks even bigger than Andy and Chris. His blue eyes are soft, but his large hand promises more than a friendly handshake if you mess with him. “Captain Syverson, or Sy to you.“

„Hi,“ you squeak as he grabs your hand to shake it. His grip is firm, but you know, this is only a fraction of his strength. “I’m Y/N.”

“A pleasure to finally meet you,” he smirks, still holding your hand. “Andy told me so much about you, but forgot to tell me that you are the sweetest dame I ever laid eyes on.”

“Sy, can you just not?” Chris joins the party. He immediately glares at Syverson, not liking said man is still holding your hand. “We have a lot on our plate. Quentin Beck is sniffing around town. We got to stop him.”

“Let me break his neck then,” Sy grumbles. “Problem solved.”

“We are talking about murder in that case,” Andy ever the lawyer retorts. “We can’t just kill him, okay. All we have to do is convince him that Y/N left town.”

“All we gotta do is rip him a new one,” Chris bites back. “That piece of shit deserves to be punished for the crimes he committed. He’s hiding behind his badge.”

“I did a background check of Mr. Wonderful,” Syverson draws your attention back toward him, and away from Chris. “Y/N wasn’t the first woman he has hurt. Three of his former girlfriends reported him to the police.”

“Let me guess, the reports disappeared,” Chris makes a face. “I told you, he’s a piece of shit and had it coming for a long time.”

“Chris, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we can’t run around and kill random people. Bastard or not,” Andy stops the two men from conspiring. Both are skilled and undoubtedly able to take Quentin down. “We need to do this the right way.”

“Well, no shit Sherlock,” Syverson grunts. “The other women tried to do it the right way. No one helped them. The reports disappeared, and his colleagues made sure that they didn’t try to file another report.”

Andy scowls at Syverson. “I get it. He’s not a sweetheart and we are on our own. Let’s make sure he’ll never hurt a woman without killing him then.”

You rock back and forth while the men decide on your ex-husband’s fate.

Whatever is going to happen, you are too weak to stop them or Quentin…

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[diordrysdale]

after dark ⋆ andy barber (part 3)

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader, ft. devin peters x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 2.1k

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, cheating (laurie is cheating on andy, andy is implied to be cheating/will cheat) reader sends a video where she’s giving devin head, fingering, degradation, squirting, daddy kink, implied murder oop— ft. devin peters: oral sex (m receiving), slight degradation.

authors note ⋆ I HAD TO SWITCH ANDY FROM SOFT!DARK TO JUST DARK!ANDY YALL IN FOR A RIDE I WAS JUST WRITING THIS AND I WENT DOWN A DARK PATH SO HERE IT IS FINALLY PART 3

+ reminder of who devin peters is, he’s chris evans’ character in the movie don’t look up!

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previous part

shit, shit, shit!

as soon as andy scurried back into his home, he peeled through the curtain of the window near laurie’s favorite sofa— the one she was currently on.

“I need a ride to my yoga class, andy.” she spoke as she typed away on her phone, laughing at the texts she was receiving from a friend.

yoga class, sure.

he watched as you stood in place, dumbfounded before the movie star tugged you back towards the house, practically pawing at your breasts for attention.

you giggled as he kissed and sucked at your neck, shoving him away to play hard to get, took one last glance at mr. barber’s house, and sighed, convincing yourself it was most definitely a coincidence.

andy, on the other hand, was losing his mind.

-

so, you were living next door, what could he do about it? go up to the door and give a polite hello, make small talk and confess how he’s been touching himself to you for the past 4 months?

maybe how he’s dreamt constantly of pounding you into his mattress as you drool on his sheets, neither of you knowing whether you’re begging him to stop or keep ruining your hole.

“…andy! here’s fine!” andy hit the breaks, the wheel’s screech pulling him from his thoughts as laurie opens the door without a simple thank you or goodbye, running up to her friends.

he began to drive off, reaching for his phone, unlocking it and grinning for what he was challenging himself to do.

“hey, SIRI, uh, sex shops near me.”

-

NEXT DAY

tears had dried on your cheeks as you caught your breath, letting your boyfriend tease your lips with the tip of his cock.

“look at you, all hungry for this dick.” he hummed, his free hand holding up your phone, filming your every move.

you said you’d airdrop it to him later, but you had other plans for this home video.

“fuckin’ slut..” you shut your eyes to avoid rolling them, the degradation just didn’t come naturally with him, oh, but with mr. barber.

if your neighbor was indeed your favorite subscriber, he was in for a treat.

“why’s a mr. barber texting you on your site?I thought you didn’t entertain those freaks on your live chat?” devin pulled you from your thoughts when a notification pinged on the top of your screen.

wrapping your lips around his veiny cock, you sucked harshly, distracting him from the text message as he gasped out, hand forcing your head down as he began to fuck your throat in a sloppy manner.

the wet gagging noises sent him over the edge, overflowing your mouth with his sticky load— wasn’t the best taste. although, it still made your mind stray to how mr. barber—

“let me see it.” he groaned, cupping your cheek with a softness you hated.

you couldn’t make up your mind about this guy, no matter how many millions of dollars laid on his dollars

sure, he was an admired actor, celebrity crush to many, and you had him at your beck and call.

but you were insatiable.

you had daydreamed of becoming his girl, riding him in his luxurious cars, and being the pretty little thing on his arm at movie premieres, red carpets, you name it.

but hollywood was ruthless to girl with a job like yours.

maybe starring on the big screen and having paparazzi shadow you wasn’t your thing, but being loved after dark was, and you were okay with that.

opening your mouth, you revealed his load before you swallowed it, glancing up at him for some sort of praise but he just exhaled, sinking into the sofa as he put his softening penis away.

you snatched your forgotten phone from the couch and saved the video before reading the text message, feeling your heart drop to your stomach.

barber543

hello neighbor.

-

andy hid the newly purchased box of sex toy items under the bed, his chest swelled with pride when he imagined how ruined he’d leave you by the end of the night, have you begging for him to stay, to touch your sweet pussy again, and again, til you couldn’t bare another orgasm.

official-kitten

there’s no way it’s you

he chuckled, he could just picture your cute expression of brows furrowed together, biting at your inner cheek.

barber543

come over and find out.

andy was always the type to take charge of a situation, but he was positive you’d be his tonight. and every night after that.

-

swallowing hard at mr. barber’s recent message, you slid your back down against the bathroom wall, thumbs dancing across the screen.

official-kitten

I’m busy daddy

🎥 0:45

your heart pounded in your ears as you linked the video devin filmed of you, and sent it— it was a russian roulette, you had absolutely no clue what he’d say—

barber543

not even a minute?

did he return the favor? or are you just a cocksleeve.

bet he didn’t even touch you

his punctuation made you giggle, but your hand began to slither down beneath your panties, ghosting over your clit.

official-kitten

he didn’t even make me wet :(

barber543

I’m not surprised.

I’m guessing you’re all needy. and pathetic.

official-kitten

don’t be mean :(

your middle finger and ring finger began to rapid circle on your clit, the sight of your hand moving beneath your underwear made your heart race.

barber543

you don’t know half of it, princess.

come over, or I’ll fuck you stupid in front of your friend.

removing your fingers before you came, you breathed heavily, smiling at the texts as you stood up with a rush, exiting the bathroom as you called out for devin who had made himself busy in the kitchen.

“what’s up, babe?” he chewed on a simple ham sandwich, scrolling through his twitter feed, mostly raising his ego with all the complements and praise thrown his way.

“you need to leave, now.” you shoved his beanie into his chest as he frowned, scoffing.

“i need to do my skin-care routine, do my mani-pedi, you know,” you rambled nervously, but he came to be truly understanding, kissing your forehead.

“fine, fine! send me the video, dollface.” he walked out the door, inhaling the fresh boston air, looking around the calm neighborhood til he made eye contact with the man they’d encountered earlier.

andy waved at the celebrity with full intent of fucking you into his mattress, the bedroom floor, the kitchen counter, and laurie’s pitiful garden in the front yard.

“hey, y/n,” devin called over his shoulder, still narrowing his eyes at the floofy haired man, as you waltzed over to him, glancing up at him, “don’t go on stream tonight. got a feeling there’s gonna be some creeps on the live.”

“sure thing, devy,” you stepped on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I’ve got other plans.”

-

you applied your gloss, extremely giddy to finally meet the man who had been paying for quite literally everything you could dream of.

you wondered what he did for a living, how he stumbled upon your live stream and if he thought about you daily.

what if he was a psychopath? you had lost count of how many people you had blocked due to their obsession with you, driving you to the point to being constantly paranoid, always glancing over your shoulder and double checking your door at night.

fuck it.

shutting your door on your way out, you fiddled with your fingers, cracking your knuckles which had been a nervous habit of yours.

til someone pulled up to the driveway.

it was a woman, brunette, with a disconsolate look on her face.

of course, he had a wife. why weren’t you surprised? most of the good ones were taken.

“oh! hello..” the woman wiped her drippy nose on her wrist, hugging herself as she stood in front of you, waiting for you to present yourself.

“i’m [y/n], lila’s friend. I’m house-sitting and i just- I can’t seem to, uh…“

“get the washing machine to start? cindy always has that problem, but luckily, my husband andy helps her out. it happens at least every week.” your jaw clenched at the information, feeling yourself turn green with envy, but your heart stopped when the man of the hour stepped out to the driveway, locking eyes with you.

“honey, lila’s friend here needs help with the washer, go.” she sniffled, causing andy to cup her cheek and angle her face up, allowing him to see her bloodshot eyes.

“what happened? where’s jacob, is he okay?” laurie nodded her head, clearing his anxiety a bit til he caught her left hand— ring finger, completely bare.

“we need to talk.” laurie muttered as andy wrinkled his nose at the scent of another man’s cologne on her.

“I’ll just-“

“no!” you and laurie whipped your heads at him, making him breath out a laugh as he reached for your hand— time froze, not just for you.

“I’ll help you first, I just need to get some tools. give her something to drink, laurie.” before you knew it, you began following him and his wife into his home, wondering what scheme he had planned.

he gently closed the door behind you, not missing the chance to place his hand on your lower back, leading you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of deep red wine, ignoring how his wife had excused herself to the upstairs bathroom.

alas, the two of you were alone.

slowly with a hint of intimidating, he began to corner you against the counter as you look down at your feet with natural submission, making him chuckle and hold your chin between his pointer and thumb.

“wait for me upstairs, second room on the right.” you glanced up at him with a parted jaw, “I want you playing with your pussy, legs spread, only wearing this shirt. go.” his command made you raise an eyebrow.

“you can’t tell me what to do.” your bratty response made him scoff as his hand slipped beneath your pajama shorts, cupping your mound as his middle finger dragged against your clothed slit, making you shiver.

“no? you sure about that?” he smirks at the wet spot on your panties, watching you squirm, in person? fuck, you couldn’t let you go. ever.

“tell daddy what you’re gonna do for him,” he whispers, his pulse accelerating when your trembling hand rose to caress his beard.

“I’m gonna play with my pussy and wait for him. and then, I’m gonna let him do whatever he wants to me,” you whimpered when he pinched at your clit, “let daddy use me and my holes.”

you were a damn menace with your words.

“you’ll be daddy’s cumrag?” he suggested as his hard-on grew against his slacks, compelling him to grind desperately against your stomach.

“yes, please,” you dragged out as looked up at him with lust filled eyes, leaning against him, feeling a bit lightheaded.

“and let me shove my cock in this little pussy when I feel like it?“ pushing aside your panties, his fingers began pistoning past your velvet walls, adoring the immediate debauched look on your face before he kissed your soft lips for the first time.

“anything you want— fuck!”

“beg for your daddy, kitten, beg for daddy to taste your pussy,” the squelching noises, his alluring voice, it was too much.

“fuck! daddy- m’ gonna squirt, ah! pleaseplease-“ he was quick to keep you from falling to your knees, grunting when your legs violently shook, your cunt spurting your juices on his cupped hand.

“my kitten, all mine,” he growled, his pink lips attacking your bare neck, sucking and nipping at your skin as you attempted to even your breath, but you still felt unsatisfied.

you needed to be fucked.

“want your dick, please, please,” you babbled out, your hands moved with a mind of their own, desperately wanting to touch him but he laughed, continuing to rub your slit.

“you’re a little slut, my wife’s in the house! what if she heard you?” he asked with a grin, removing his wet hand and beginning to lead to you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“hurts! I need to feel you inside me,” you pawed at his belt, making him sigh in content before he clutches your cheeks in his hand, it smelled of your scent.

“then fucking wait for me upstairs. second room on the left.” he demanded through gritted teeth, watching you scamper what was left of the staircase.

he rushes to the kitchen, grabbing the first knife he could get his hands on and heads back upstairs with an emotionless façade.

he couldn’t have anymore distractions tonight.

his job was to fuck you as many times you begged him to, and claim you as him.

“laurie, I’m ready to talk!” he calls out to his wife for the last time, gripping at what was to become a murder weapon.

well, only if the police found out.

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a/n; oh y/n, now he’ll never let you go.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hey, I have a request for you for Chris Beck. Could you please write it where he is still in the space and his little daughter calls him? And he tells her about the mission and shows her a few things. And she is excited and presses her phone the whole time into her face to be closer to her daddy. And his girlfriend (the reader) tries to get the phone back. And then the little daughter shows her mommy's face in the camera?

Thank you in advance.

This is so cute!!🥹 I had so much fun writing this!!🥰 I hope it’s what you expected🩵

Cute Space Calls » Chris Beck

Pairings: Boyfriend/Dad!Chris Beck x Girlfriend/Mom!Reader with daughter Nova

Summary: Chris, his girlfriend (the reader), and their daughter have fun on their space call.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, nicknames for daughter (moon girl, princess), nicknames for reader (sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found this gif on Pinterest.

DIVIDER IS NOT MINE!! Credit goes to @silkholland

Nova is practically jumps up and down on her spot on the couch as she waited for her daddy to answer the phone. Her smile grew bigger when Chris appeared on the phone screen.

“Daddy!” Nova squeals with excitement. “Can you see me?!” She asks, pressing her cheeks against your phone screen.

“Yes, I can see you, moon girl!” Chris smiles. “How are you?” He asks.

“I good!” She smiles. “Mommy is here too!” She says, shoving your phone in your face.

“I see her.” He laughs. “Hi sweetheart.” He says.

“Hi, babe.” You smiled.

“Take this, mommy! I gots to show daddy something!” Nova says, shoving your phone in your hand.

Nova slid off of the couch and ran to her bedroom to get something. She came running back to the living room with her new Outer Space coloring book that you just bought her. She practically snatched your phone from your hand and showed her daddy her new coloring book.

“Look daddy! Mommy bought this for me!” She smiles.

“That’s really cool, princess!” Chris says.

She opened it and showed Chris the pages she colored. She showed him a picture of a moon that she colored pink with blue stars.

“That’s beautiful, Nova. You’re a real artist.” He says.

“I’m not an artist.” She says with a pout.

“Then what are you?” Chris asks curiously.

“A space doctor like you!” She says.

Chris smiles proudly at his daughter. It made him happy to know that she wants to be like him when she grows up.

“There’s a problem though.” Nova says.

“What’s that?” He asks.

“I don’t know anything about space.” She says.

“That’s not a problem.” Chris starts. “I can tell you everything you need to know.” He says.

Nova looked at the screen with a smile on her face.

“Tell me please!” Nova says.

“There’s a lot you need to know. Like the moon, the stars, the planets.” He says, telling her the basics.

You smiled at the two of them as they talked about space.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your guys’ space conversation. Nova, is is ok if I talk to daddy?” You asked, reaching for your phone.

“No!” Nova moves to the other side of the couch. “It’s me and daddy time!” She says cutely.

You and Chris laughed at her cuteness. You decided to tease her and reach for your phone again. Nova playfully smacked your hand away.

“I don’t get to see daddy?” You say with a pout.

Nova moved to your side of the couch and crawled onto your lap, shoving your phone in your face.

“Here you go, mommy!” She says.

You laughed and took your phone out of her hands.

“She gets her cuteness from you.” You say, looking at Chris.

“I beg to differ, sweetheart.” Chris says.

“Agree to disagree?” You say.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles.

Nova managed to squeeze herself in between you and your phone, squishing her cheek against your phone screen making you and Chris laugh at her cuteness.

“Can I have the phone back please? I have to ask daddy something.” Nova says, doing grabby hands.

You smiled and gave your phone back to her.

“What do you want to ask me, princess?” Chris asks.

“Can you see the moon and stars in space?” She asks curiously.

“Yes I can. The stars are all around me and the moon is big.” He says.

“No way!” She says almost speechless, putting your phone closer to her face.

Chris can’t help but smile at her cuteness.

“Nova, I can’t see your face and I can’t see mommy either.” He says with a small laugh.

Nova moved your phone away from her face so he can see her better.

“Sowwy, daddy.” She giggles.

“No need to apologize, princess. You’re just being cute like your mommy.” Chris smiles.

You felt yourself blushing. Even when Chris is in space, he still manages to make you blush.

“I wish I could talk longer, but I have to get back to work.” He says.

“No!” Nova whines. “A few more minutes please!” She begs with a pout.

“I’m sorry. I wish I could, princess.” He say.

Nova sat there with a pout on her face with her bottom lip sticking out in a pout.

“Don’t pout, princess. We can’t talk tomorrow.” He says.

“Promise?” Nova says.

“Promise.” He smiles.

Nova smiles and kisses your phone screen.

“I love you, daddy.” Nova smiles.

“I love you too, moon girl. Give mommy hugs and kisses for me.” Chris says with a smile.

“I will!” She smiles. “Say I love you to daddy, mommy!” She says, shoving your phone in your face.

You giggled and took your phone out of her hand.

“I love you, Chris. See you soon.” You say, blowing him a kiss.

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll be home before you two know it.” He says with a smile and blows a kiss back.

Once you guys hung up the phone, you sighed and looked at Nova to see her smiling.

“What are you smiling about, princess?” You asked.

“Daddy told me to give you hugs and kisses!” She says.

Nova jumped on you, attacking you with hugs and kisses making you laugh. You wrapped your arms around her and gave her hugs and kisses as well.

Thank you for requesting!🩵 @buckys-wintersoldier

-Bucky’s Doll

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[cevansbaby-dove]

A fight? uh oh

Pairing:Husband!Chris X Wife!Becca

I was walking downstairs when Chris is on the phone. "no it's over come on you want me to-"

He looks at me and i fold my arms giving him a lost look on my face. "I'll call you back" He hangs up and says. "Stay out of this Becca"

I watch him walk away and i say following him. "You won't even tell me what's going on!?"

"no i don't need my stress on you! You have enough going on with the kids and YOU don't need it'

"So your going to leave me in the dark!? Evans come on don't be like this"

he turns and looks at me. "Like what!?"

"Shutting me out! You do that when you are upset and i fucking hate it! I'm your wife that means we go through stuff together...not..on our own!"

Chris sighs and says. "just work becks....I feel like i'm trapped in work...i have three kids and a wife and yet i have to go work for three weeks for this movie...three weeks away from you and the kids...."

I walk to him and rub his arms. "Your not trapped chris...Ask to retire if need be"

He shakes his head. "i can't do that...I'm the one bringing the money in for our family"

I smile. "I can go back to work if need be" Chris smiles. "No no baby the kids need their mother"

I wrap my arms around his waist. "they need their father too" Chris nods. "i know.."

He kisses the top of my head and sighs. "Maybe your right dove" I look up at him. "Hmm?"

"maybe i should retire soon...i would be with the kids more too" I shake my head. "you don't have too baby, you do what you want i'm with you either way"

Ivy walks into the kitchen in this outfit.

"Mommy!?" I turn and smile. "hey ivy what's wrong?" She walks over and i pick her up kissing her head and she says. "Can we go out for ice cream!?"

Chris smiles. "It's a bit late don't ya think?" Ivy looks at him. "Pwese daddy!?" she pouts.

"Your daddy is right honey it's almost bedtime" Ivy crosses her arms. "NO! No bed!" Chris sighs. "Ivy Jennifer Evans we said no...please understand our reason on why"

"But i want ice cream!" I look and chris and he says. "Set her down." I do as he says and he kneels in front of her and says. "ivy hey look at me" She glances at him and says. "i want ice cream!"

"Ivy i said no go draw with matty please" She nods. "I'm sworry i got mad daddy" he smiles. "I forgive you now go draw, mommy and i will be right in" She kisses his bearded cheek and runs away into the living room.

I cross my arms. "i forget how good you are with kids" Chris stands up and says. "thanks"

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#chris evans rpf #Becca evans #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x momma evans

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Rules of the Harem

Y/N lives a life not many women can say they have: she spends her days in a luxurious, gothic mansion with America's hottest gang of freaks at her beck and call. Now, how on earth did all of this begin?

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader, Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader

(Fluff)

2.7k Words

Warnings: Extremely suggestive content, alcohol, friends to lovers, friends with benefits, drug use, injury, heavily implied sexual content, threesomes, premature ejaculation

An: Hello! This fic was inspired by this post by one of my friends, @xxxmargeraxxx! I couldn’t get this concept out of my head, no matter how hard I tried, and I think this has enough potential to become a series! Anyways, thank you so much for sending in requests, and please keep them coming!! :)

Upon hearing rumors of your living arrangements, people usually ask you one of two questions: ‘why would you do that to yourself?’ or ‘how the hell did all of this start?’. The former was pretty easy to answer- you liked it, however unconventional it seemed to others. You were like Hugh Hefner, only instead of living in the Hollywood Hills, your mansion was situated practically on the sand of the sunny, Miami coastline. The only other difference between the two of you was that instead of having flocks of girls in tiny satin one-pieces and bunny ears, you got your pick of the gaggle of half naked dudes running around your house. The latter question, however, that one’s a little trickier.

It started when, one day, out of the blue, one of your buddies from way back asked if he could crash for a week or two- said he was filming something in Florida and staying at your place would be cheaper than getting a hotel, which you happily obliged to because A: he was right and B: friends let friends sleep at their houses, especially when they have six guest rooms. You hadn’t seen him in a while, anyways- why not take the time to catch up a little? That night, over a few drinks, Johnny let you in on what he was working on - this pilot for MTV he was making with Jeff and Chris and the rest of the guys from that magazine he was writing for. “Hell, they don’t even know i’m here!” He chuckled, jabbing a thumb behind him, “Told ‘em I was stayin’ at the Motel 6 down the road.” You cracked a grin at his lie, sitting back in your patio chair as the blue light from the pool cascaded over the two of you. “When d’you gotta be up tomorrow?” Johnny shrugged, taking a swig of his beer, “Noon. As long as I get back there ‘round then, they won’t suspect a thing!”

So for the rest of the evening, you and Johnny went back and forth, talking for hours. He told you that they were going to meet this professional clown guy named Steve-O tomorrow who works with this flea market circus and who always gets great footage (or at least, really liked lighting himself on fire), and later that month they were flying out to Pennsylvania of all places to film with this professional skateboarder whose name you couldn’t quite remember given that you were pretty damn wasted by that point in the night. And as the evening went on, the topic of relationships came up, and you drunkenly relented to your best friend that the single life was torture. If you could die from not getting dick, you were on your last legs. Despite your dramatics, Johnny could sympathize with that- all those weeks on the road were wearing him pretty thin, he told you, looking at you from under those half lidded eyes which you couldn’t tell if they had grown that dark from exhaustion or desire. He cleared his throat, making eye contact with you, “Y’know, maybe there’s a solution that could help both’a us out…” Johnny proposed nonchalantly, “It’s just what friends do, y’know?”

Waking up in the same bed as your best friend made you realize something. Looking at the way the sunlight filtered in through the open, floor to ceiling antique stained glass windows made the tan muscles of his back just glow as he lay half-asleep, tangled up in your silk sheets made you realize how much you really liked having a man in your bed- not just any man, but him. And after a few moments he stirred a little, sat up with a tired groan, and then offered to cook you breakfast. Yep. That’s how your friendship with Johnny turned into a friends-with-benefitship.

Johnny didn’t return to Miami until after that pilot thing aired. Not only did they get the show picked up, but MTV wanted another season, and that meant more filming. The evening he flew in, he called you to meet up with him and the rest of his buddies from the show (minus those guys from Philadelphia- their flight was delayed till tomorrow) at this rinky-dink little shithole bar. But he didn’t introduce you as the lady who’s house he stays at and who he occasionally fucks- you were just Y/N. His awesome lady friend Y/N who lives in a mansion and has a pool- something that couldn’t be said about the hotel they were set up at, and that piqued Chris’ interest. It was the dead of summer in Florida, after all, and nothing feels better after a long day of banging yourself up than a nice cool swim. So when he asked to stop by sometime, you were eager to invite him over the next day they were off from shooting.

Peering out from your open kitchen window that afternoon Chris visited, you could barely believe what was happening. There you had two very attractive young men, one of which you were definately going to screw later, lounging around your pool in their swimsuits without a care in the world, all sun kissed and glistening. That’s the moment your idea of what you wanted changed- don’t get me wrong, you still lusted after Johnny like no tomorrow, but there was something with the idea of having more than one man to pick from that stirred something in you. It also helped that you were really into Chris’ whole long haired surfer dude thing he had going on- he was like a big, perverted golden retriever, and you weren't ashamed to say that you went for the dumb, jockish ones. Maybe you had him over for more than just wanting to help him cool off a little, but it’s not like you could blame yourself- he was right there. So as you finished whipping up the batch of strawberry daiquiris you were in the kitchen to make in the first place, you thought up a damn genius plan. And, taking a deep breath, you strutted out onto the pool deck in your little swimsuit with drinks in hand, sitting down at the edge of the pool deck to dangle your legs in the water right in front of Chris. Leaning forward, you asked him in flirtiest tone you could muster, “How’d you feel about stayin’ the night?”

Grinning, Chris took the drink you handed him and chuckled at your flirting, “Sure!” As you sat back with your own frosty drink, Johnny eyed you from the other side of the pool, his expression difficult to read due to those sunglasses that never left his face. You knew he wasn't the jealous type, but there was a distinct curiosity to his body language as he watched you (his friend) flirt back and forth with Chris (his other friend). As Chris started spending more and more time around the house, you discovered he had a talent for making you feel like the most perfect woman in the world, and not even just with his words or compliments. Whenever you’d walk in the room, he would just smile and look you up and down and give you that cute, sexy look. And you’d pinch his cheek and he’d laugh that dopey stoner laugh and it was just so sweet- he had this way of just anticipating whatever you needed to hear at a given moment.

So like that, the one guy you were screwing that night turned into two guys, and the next morning, before they slipped off to join back up with the rest of the crew, you let them know that they could come by anytime. Johnny and Chris told you they would be more than happy to stop by and pay their favorite girl a visit, and you felt a strange sense of pride at what you had. Sure, the arrangement was a little unconventional, but it was undeniably yours. Not to mention, you had something to look forward to. Pontius let it slip last night during pillow talk after Knoxville was out cold that they were starting work on a movie, and the two of them would certainly need a place to stay.

Filming for a movie is a lot different than filming for a tv show, namely that you have more time off. There would be days at a time where it would just be you, Chris, and Johnny at your beck and call, sitting around or doing whatever they felt like around the house until you gave them a wave of your hand and gave one of them an order: “Chris, honey- can you draw me a bath?” “Johnny, do you think you could rub my back?” “Both of you, meet me in my bedroom in five!” And they were both eager to jump at whatever you had in mind.

You know how Johnny was real discreet about what he and you got up to behind closed doors and the conditions your relationship operated on? Well, while he meant well, Chris just didn’t have it in him to keep secrets, especially from his best buddy Steve-O who he knew would just love this super sweet rich lady Knoxville was hanging out with. Once he started showing up (completely unannounced, by the way), you didn’t really say anything because you didn’t mind his presence and entertaining antics- what with all the jumping off of surfaces and lighting himself on fire. And you didn’t have to worry about Steve’s performance in bed not measuring up to that of the other two because he barely even made it to the bed in the first place. Sure, occasionally try to join you and Chris, but after taking about three steps into the room, he’d just stop for a second, turn around, and walk back where he came from, muttering to himself, “I’m out...” But that isn’t to say he wasn’t affectionate- in fact, due to his tendency to get his boxers glued to his left leg before the clothes came off, Steve compensated in other ways. If you weren't knocked out in bed with Johnny or Chris at the end of the night (or hell, even if you were), he would jump in under the covers next to you, wrapping those wiry arms of his around your waist and pulling you close to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. As unappealing as it may sound, you never slept better than with Steve, that ole’ cuddle bug.

However, as the days went on, you found yourself spending more of your time with the guys outside of the bed rather than in it. As you wandered around the mansion grounds, you took note of what you usually caught them doing because, after all, they would be staying with you for a while and you wanted to know how to keep your men happy. Johnny was easy, usually lazing around on the red velvet chaise lounge that sat in your living room while watching tv or nursing whatever fresh injury he got on set that week with a bag of frozen peas. You’d plop down on the couch next to him and idly chat about whatever was going on on Tv, while Chris was often found on your rooftop sun deck, working out and getting all bronze up there- a sight you never got tired of. Steve, on the other hand, really made it a struggle to keep track of him. He was all over the place, just sorta lurking around or high off of whatever he could get his hands on if he wasn’t attempting some ridiculous stunt. On the off occasion you could actually find him, he was usually sat slumped over against the wall or arch or column, and as you’d walk by, he’d chuckle a little or lay his head against your leg like some weird family dog. In fact, the four of you really were like a big, happy, kinda fucked up family.

Eventually, Bam started getting curious about where the hell those three kept screwing off to, but he never got a straight answer from Chris or Knoxville when he pressed them about it. On the other hand, Steve was more than happy to vividly describe that smokin’ hot rich lady Pontius introduced him to who lets them stay at her huge ass mansion in exchange for, get this- them letting her fuck them whenver she wants. It’s basically a porno set-up. You can kind of see how the words got twisted as they wound through the grapevine? But, of course, that sounded like a dream to Bam, and he just had to get in on that.

So he stood there on your doorstep in his swim trunks and t-shirt because he wanted to at least pretend he was coming for that pool he’s heard so much about. And god, when you opened the door you could hear his jaw hit the doormat. Bam knew you were hot before he showed up but, Jesus- this lady was hot. He was never one to be nervous around chicks, but you left him speechless. “Are you, uh- are you Y/N?” Sure, you’d never met the guy who was standing on your doorstep before, and it wasn't typical of you to invite strangers into your home, but you found the way he looked at you with those big ole’ eyes kinda cute. A plan started to form in your mind and you decided to mess with him a little, “Mmhm.” At that point, the guys had started to take notice of what was happening and started gathering around behind you to watch the show. Bam still tried to sound all cool and confident as he rambled, “I'm a friend’a Knoxville’s- you know, the skater one? He’s probably brought me up before.” That’s the guy? Leaning against the doorframe, you checked him out, “So you’re Bam, right?” He nodded quickly and you cracked a grin, “Well, we’ve gotta rule around here.” From behind you, Johnny raised his eyebrows and gave him a nod as you gestured with one hand, “No shirts for guys. So…” Bam blinked in delete if for a moment as he realized shit, this woman was serious. But all the other guys in the house were fully dressed? Ah, fuck it. Bam tugged off his shirt. Part of him didn’t wanna give in too quickly, but damn it, he just couldn’t get over the way you were looking him up and down like that- not that he would admit how much it got to him.

After you invited him in, that’s when things started getting fun. See, Bam was really eager for you to like him- and I mean really eager, so he spent the entire time trying to impress you. Like when everyone was sitting around the pool drinking or idly swimming, he’d ‘accidently’ flex his muscles while toweling off directly in your line of sight, or if you so much as mentioned that you were thirsty, he’d go running to grab you a drink from the cooler. You weren't in the market for a servant boy, but Bam’s restless pursuit of your attention was endearing, and you wouldn’t mind having something like that around the house. Sitting next to you on the other pool lounge chair, Johnny leaned over to whisper in your ear, “If I were you, Y/N, I’d keep an eye on him. Seems like he’s just dyin’ for your attention.” He certainly would liven things up around the place. It’d be like having a puppy around, only with less leg humping. Oh hell, he’d probably do that too if you gave him the word.

And that’s how everything came together. Now every time Jackass came to Florida to film, your house would be filled with life and chaos and all the men you could stomach for a few glorious weeks. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sure, there would be some hiccups along the way, and rules eventually had to be made, but we’ll get into those at a later time. For now, you had a new addition to your little menagerie, and you knew exactly how you wanted to celebrate the occasion.

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