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aikaterini-drag · 8 months

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Fragile Embrace

Summary: Bucky is afraid to hug you tightly because of the serum in his system. You sweetly convince him otherwise.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: established relationship, implied smut, fluff, intimacy.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows across the walls in your bedroom. Bucky sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense, his hands clasped. He stayed silence, every inch of him hating his strength—the damned serum that felt like a curse.

Across the room, you watched him with concern and understanding. You had seen this struggle in him before, the internal battle he waged against his own abilities. He was afraid to let his true strength show, afraid to be anything other than super gentle with you.

You approached him slowly, your footsteps barely making a sound on the carpeted floor. Still, he could hear you. He was a super soldier, he knew the rhythm of your heartbeats inside out, knew the pattern of your breaths. He could also tell that you longed for his hugs—not just simple tender hugs, but the kind that squeezed you tightly, conveying the depth of your love. But every time you had reached out, he had pulled away, a look of agony in his eyes.

He couldn’t allow himself to let his guard down with you. He knew better than anyone what his strength could do, the damage it could cause… A small mishap and he could hurt you, and the mere thought of that broke his heart.

“James,” you said softly, your voice like a gentle breeze, “you don’t have to be afraid. I know you can’t always control your strength, but I trust you, and I trust your love for me.”

He turned to look at you, his beautiful blue eyes tormented. “Sweetheart, you don’t understand. You don’t understand how serious this is.”

You knelt in front of him, you hands reaching out to cup his face. “Baby, love isn’t about holding back. It’s about trusting each other, even when things are tough. I’d rather take the risk with you than live without your touch.”

“You feel my touch,” he said, his flesh hand slowly caressing your face.

“Yes. You are so very gentle with me.” You smiled and held his metal one. “I’m grateful but there are times when I want you to let go of your restrains and truly feel our love.”

He kissed your hair and closed his eyes. “I cannot let go of my restrains.”

Smiling gently, you rose to straddle his hips, your hands looping around his shoulders. “Not even a tiny little bit? Please? For me?”

He tensed but carefully embraced you, his hands encompassing your waist. “You are a little menace.”

“And don’t you love that?”

He chuckled. “I do love that. I love everything about you.”

“If you love me that much, then hold me tighter, Sergeant.”

“Like this?” His hands moved to cup your ass, squeezing the soft mounds and squeezing you against his hard body.

You hummed pleasantly. “More.”

With a low growl, he embraced your frame with his strong hands and squeezed just a little tighter. His face pained but when he watched you smile and writhe pleasantly on top of him, he relaxed and maintained his grip on you. You leaned down and brushed your lips together in a deep and wet caress. He responded immediately and coaxed your mouth open with a gentle nudge of his tongue, deepening the kiss.

“More,” you whispered against his mouth, your breaths mingling.

“No… sweets, I’m afraid—”

You framed his face, eyes locking onto his. "James Bucky Barnes," you whispered, your voice soothing yet decisive, "you could never hurt me. Your strength is a part of who you are, but it doesn't define our love.” You smiled, your thumb brushing against his unshaven cheek. "With me, you can always let go. I trust you completely."

“How can you be mine?” His breath ghosted over your lips. “How can this perfect softness be mine?”

“The same way you’re mine. You are mine, Barnes.” You traced his hard chest with your fingers. “This perfect man is mine. All mine.”

He looked at you with misty blue eyes. “You’ve quite undone me, sweets.”

“Make love to me,” you whispered, your mouth trailing a path of warmth along his jawline, stopping just shy of his lips. “Not slow and tender. But hard and emotional. I want to feel you. Every part of you.”

You sensed his apprehension at your words, the lingering doubts. But you crashed them with the loving press of your lips against his. With a trembling sigh, he succumbed, rolling you over, his big frame hovering above you on the bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed you down on the mattress.

You keened and he made love to you, holding you strongly, more tightly that he had ever done. It was a start. It was the beginning of your love’s resilience and eagerness to overcome any obstacle together. You found solace in each other's warmth, Bucky’s fear disappearing as he realized that your love was a force more potent than any serum or bionic arm and that he could hold you as close and as tightly as he desired, without ever causing you harm.

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oldvintageglamour · 20 days

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International Sweethearts of Rhythm, 1945 🎷🎺🥁🎹

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heauxvibez · 2 months

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Read It and Weep

warning: smut (18+), part 2 to Tumblr Troubles

"Put them on my love," Roman's voice purred, his eyes tracing every move you made with a low gaze. He sunk into the loveseat, positioned perfectly to take in every moment that was about to unfold before him.

As you hesitated, his gaze only darkened, making you as nervous as ever. With slow motion, you slid the lace fabric over your skin, feeling the soft caress against your thighs. Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart raced as his eyes traveled up and down your body.

Roman's fingers trailed lightly over his beard, his lips finding their way between his teeth as he watched you. The air between you buzzed with anticipation.

As you know, Roman is a master of seduction. He likes to make sure that his every move is calculated to keep you on edge. You love that about him though, you couldn't imagine a better partner in the bedroom.

As you finally slipped the panties into place, you felt the vibrator rub against your sensitive bud. You couldn't help but moan at the contact which earned a slight smile from Roman.

"Mmm, come and sit at the edge of the bed for me," his voice, smooth as silk, beckoned you. You obeyed his command, feeling a rush of heat radiating through your whole entire being.

"Slide back a little, sweetheart, and open up those gorgeous legs of yours for me. Butterfly position," the sensual command sent you anywhere but here. Without hesitation you complied, shifting back on the bed and gracefully opened your legs, letting them fall open like delicate petals.

You leaned back and surrendered, your supple form arched slightly as you supported yourself on your outstretched arms, fingers curling against the soft fabric of the bedding. You revealed yourself to him, every curve and contour an offering to his hungry gaze.

Your chest rose and fell with the rhythm of your breath while your exposed breasts damn near called out to him, your nipples standing proudly in the sultry air. If only you knew how bad this man was battling with himself internally. He wanted to take one into his mouth and swirl his tongue around your bud while teasing the other with his rough fingers. But he had something else in store for you.

As you tried to ease into the moment, you noticed Roman holding your phone in his hand, the vibrant pink case contrasting against his bronzed fingers. Confusion flickered across your face, your head tilted slightly as you tried to figure out what this man was planning.

"Baby, why do you have my phone?" you asked. You had no problem with him having it, after all, you had nothing to hide. Yet, him having it in his possession was odd nonetheless.

A soft chuckle danced across his lips before he finally decided to let you in on the fun

"I'm going to give you this phone," he announced, rising slowly from his seat.

"You'll open your Tumblr," he continued, taking purposeful steps toward you.

"You'll pick one of your smut stories about me and read it aloud," his voice a velvety caress as he handed you the device.

"While I," his hand tenderly trailed from the outside of your panties, tracing a tender path up your body until it reached your throat, his grip firm and commanding.

"Use this remote on your sweet pussy.. and you better not cum until I say so," he declared, his words sending a thrill coursing through you as he released his hold. You sat there, mouth slightly agape, as his plan unfolded before you.

"Wait, what?" you stammered, struggling to comprehend what the hell he was saying.

With a knowing smirk, he stepped back, returning to his seat. His fingers dipped into the pockets of his sweatpants, grabbing the remote with a deliberate slowness that made your breath catch in anticipation. His gaze locked with yours, a silent challenge passing between you as he toyed with the control, a wicked gleam dancing in his eyes.

"You heard me, sweetheart. Now, don't keep me waiting," he teased, as you braced yourself for the electrifying journey he had planned.

The idea of reading a Tumblr one shot to him while he held your very pleasure in his hands sent your mind into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Excitement, nervousness, anxiety, embarrassment – a wild blend to say the least.

Questions swirled in your mind. Which story should you choose? Your own? Or maybe one penned by another talented writer? The options seemed endless, each one a nerve-wracking possibility.

Sensing your hesitation, Roman took charge, his sweet voice a small piece of encouragement.

"You're a great writer baby. Let me hear your work.."

A blush crept across your brown cheeks. You were flattered yet embarrassed. It was nice to know that he admired your work but also almost unbelievable that this man tapped into your hidden life.

With trembling hands, you opened your phone, your fingers grazing the screen as you navigated through your trove of drafts, filled with many Roman-centric tales. Roman remembered your Tumblr username and delved into your online persona, something that both surprised and delighted you. What had begun as your secret digital world passion was now blossoming into an intimate connection, one that left you both vulnerable and exhilarated.

Taking a deep breath, you selected a draft that felt suitable for this moment, your pulse quickening as Roman watched you with avid interest. He reached for the glass of wine, a nod to the rituals you often recommended to your readers, and indulged in a sip before settling back into his seat.

With the stage set and anticipation thick in the air, you prepared to bring him into the world of your creation, your voice poised to weave a spellbinding tale that would ignite his senses and leave him yearning for more.

"I trembled as his fingertips pressed into the warmth of my skin, his grasp on my waist tightening with a delicious firmness that sent me into a spiral.

Tonight held a resonance unlike any other night we'd shared before. Sex had been passionate between us but for some reason, this evening held a depth that felt like no other.

Each caress was followed by goosebumps, leaving me yearning for more and every kiss elicited butterflies.

"This pussy feels so good, baby," he groaned, beads of sweat glistening on his brow as he thrust relentlessly into me.

I whimpered softly, guiding his hands away from my hips to entwine our fingers together. Roman's head fell back in bliss, his lips capturing his own bottom lip in a bite, as I assumed control of our shared rhythm, each movement creating a deeper connection between uuuussss." you moaned as you felt the intense vibration on your clit.

Your eyes darted towards him, seeking out the remote control that held the power to your body. There it lay, innocently untouched, nestled in Roman's lap. As your eyes followed the path upward, you couldn't help but notice his relaxed posture, his right arm draped casually over the armrest while his hand cradled the wine glass with nonchalant ease.

This man really meant it, he fully intended to allow the vibrator to take control, to send waves of pleasure cascading through you as you obediently read the story for his pleasure.

His brow raised as he took another sip. His tongue, again, licked the remnants from his upper lip.

"Keep going," he whispered. You threw your head back as his words washed over you. With your left arm stretched behind you for support, you arched into the pleasure once more, your body trembling with each vibration.

Each breath was a whispered plea for more, your lips parting as soft gasps escaped. You fought to maintain composure, but the overwhelming ecstasy threatened to consume you entirely. As your head dipped towards your chest, a symphony of restrained moans and muffled whimpers danced between your parted lips.

"B-Baby, I don't think I-I can keep...keep reading,"

You were on the brink of tears, overwhelmed by sensation. Every fiber of your being ached for release. You felt the sweet trickle of your juices down your warm, quivering slit, pooling in your lace panties. Each drop soaked into the fabric.

Roman's groan echoed through the room. His dick strained against his sweats, aching to be set free. With a ragged exhale, he fought to control himself, and you."

"Yes, you can baby girl and you will."

With a longing gaze, you opened your eyes, meeting his gaze with hunger, the intensity of the moment urging you to continue the story

"K-kissing my way up h-his neck, I trailed soffftttt, l-lingering kisses along the cuuuurve of his jaw, savoring the ssssssalty-sweet taste of his bronzed skin. Fuck. Each touch of m-my lips earned looooow guttural g-groans from deeeeeep within his chest, his d-dick twitched every car-ress."

Your moans and curses, painted the air as you struggled to read the story. Each stuttered breath, each whispered confession, had Roman swooning. He savored every nuance, every tremble that wracked your body.

He drank in the sight of you. The way your lips trembled with each syllable, the delicate arch of your back as pleasure washed over you, and the glistening trail of your essence seeping through the fabric of your panties.

His dick throbbed almost painfully. Every shift, every twitch of his muscles, threatened to push him over the edge. He tried to stay still as possible, knowing that even the slightest friction against his dick would send him into a blissful release.

"Fuck baby, you look so beautiful when you're reading to me like this," he moaned. His words were like a soft caress to your clit.

"B-baby, if you keep t-talking to me..I-I'm going to cum. S-so just..just hushhh.." you uttered weakly.

The intense hums against your sensitive folds shook you to the core. Each pulse of the toy was met with your wetness. With Roman's voice caressing your ears, you struggled to maintain your focus. His words wrapped around your mind like silk. He didn't want you to cum, but did everything that would push you over the edge?

Roman shook his head with a dark chuckle, "One thing about me baby...I will do what I want and you will do what I say." he took the remote into his hand turning up the intensity.

"Fuuuuuuucccckkkkk," the grip on your phone was almost deadly. You could've sworn the phone was going to break in your hold.

"Now keep reading and like I said..you better not fucking cum until I say so." The torture you felt at the hands of this man had you wanting to get out of your own skin. But you also loved it. You were just as wicked as him for enjoying this, so you kept reading..

"A-as I pressed m-my lips against hiiiiissss, the h-heat between my legs in-intensifiiiiied, and a pl-plethora of gaaasps and...and moans filled the air. Baby..baby I can't..I can't do this. I'm going to cum. I'm sorry..." Your breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping your parted lips. The knot in your stomach tightened, nearly having you in shambles.

You awaited his command, expecting him to take control and stop the vibrator at any moment.

But to your surprise, he didn't turn it off. Your breath caught in your throat as Roman's fingers closed around the remote, his grip firm and purposeful. With a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smile on his lips, he cranked up the intensity.

"If you're not going to listen, the least you could do is look daddy in his eyes while you cum." he leaned forward, his head cocked to the side while he watched you unravel.

Your soft brown eyes locked with his. Each breath you took felt like a struggle, your chest rising and falling with uneven rhythm..

You wanted to throw your head back, surrender to the moment, and moan the loudest moan anyone has ever heard. Yet, his eyes held you captive, rooted in place, unable to break free. Your lips parted to moan, but any and all sounds were stuck in the pit of your throat.

Your fingers tightened around the phone, clinging to it as if it were grounding you to the bed.

Unable to hold back any longer, a surge of pleasure washed over you, sending waves of bliss coursing through your veins. Your pussy throbbed and spasmed, releasing sweet juices that soaked anything in it's path.

"That's right my sweet girl, nut for daddy. Mmm, you love when I snatch your soul and make you look at me while I do it, huh baby?.."

He smirked as he watched a single tear trace a path down your flushed cheek. With a subtle nod, you acknowledged him

"You know the deal, use your words baby.." he urged while your orgasm still rumbled through your body.

"Yes daddy," you sobbed as vibrations continued to pulse against your throbbing clit. It was almost unbearable, a delicious agony.

You had an urge to close your legs, in an attempt to run from the feeling, but you knew that any movement would make the feeling consume you even more.

"Okay, o-okay baby. I came, s-stop." You pleaded. You barely had the strength to move, let alone to take the panties off.

Roman settled back into his seat, his fingers reaching for the wine glass once again. With a flick of his thumb, he dialed down the intensity of the remote, a knowing smile playing at the corners of his lips as he watched you struggle.

"Uhn uhn, you know there are consequences when you don't listen to me. You came, I told you not to." you whimpered in protest, your body writhing beneath the relentless assault of the vibrations. But those whimpers fell upon deaf ears.

With a soft smirk, he placed the wine glass back on the table, "But I'm all about giving chances. So you're going to start that story from the beginning, and we're going to try this again, and again..and again until you get it right.."

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YALL, this took me 3 daaaaayyyysssss. So I really hope you like it *ssobbbssssss*

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b1lliesb1ues · 2 months

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Norma Carson with Clark Terry

Norma Carson third from right, with Ada Leonard’s ‘young’ band.

#jazz #jazz trumpet #norma Carson #International Sweethearts of Rhythm #1940s #1940s music #jazz babes

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xxemiexx · 1 year

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Kidnapped & Birthing

1970 words

— Request — :)

Kidnapping, pushing the baby back in, birth denial, clothing birth, dark storyline

You took deep breaths as you were bouncing on the birthing ball, the deep ache in your stomach as a contraction built up.

You'd read online about how masturbation was good for relieving pain during labour and you were up for any help.

Letting out a sigh as you rubbed the vibrator over your clit stretching your arms around your heavily pregnant, low stomach, moving in time with the bouncing and bringing yourself to orgasm just as the contraction hit.

"Ohhh! Yes right there!" You rode out the high, feeling the baby wriggle around inside you.

You couldn't let the labour get too far as you still had to go to the bank to open an account for savings for the baby. You'd promised yourself you'd do it before the baby comes so it was now or never.

You heaved yourself up from the ball and pushed the vibrator inside yourself, moaning as it rubbed your g-spot.

You quickly pulled on some tight panties and some leggings before getting your bag, the contractions were coming around every 20 minutes now but it was a 10 minute drive to the bank.

You used the remote control for the vibrator to turn it to a slow buzz inside you as you got in your car, grinding yourself against the seat searching for friction.

You start the drive, reaching a hand into your leggings to rub your clit, you got close as you pulled up to a red light.

"Yes!" You arched your back and threw your head back, thanking your tinted windows no one could see you orgasm.

The light turned to green and you were soon on your way again, getting to the bank in good time. When you move to get out your car a contraction takes your breath away. Only 12 minutes apart!

"Fuck come on baby, give mama a chance!" You hiss as your rub the contracting bump, you notice the feeling of pressure sitting lower in your hips as you stand up now.

"I hope the line is short!" You say under your breath. When you get in there only 4 people stood before you and a worker, why is only one window open? You groan internally but reach into your pocket to distract yourself with the vibrator.

You turned it to a rhythmed buzz, it got stronger as it went on, you bit your lip to keep the moan inside as you rubbed your thighs together.

The little pressure was enough to get you just close enough, leaving you right on the edge, but you had to step forward as the next person was served.

You felt the same pressure building up as you stood there again, the edging from the time before making the need to cum feel primal.

You were getting close again when the bank doors flew open and 5 men with masks on and machine guns in hand came running in.

"Get on the fucking ground now!" They screamed as they pushed people down.

You gasped and got on your knees, wrapping your arms around your stomach protectively.

"Everyone's gonna stay nice and calm whilst we do this, no sudden movements, no noise, no cops, no death!" One explained, like it was simple as they started getting money from the person at the window.

A contraction took a hold of you and forced a whimper out of you, drawing a masked man's attention.

"Did you hear what he said? No noise sweetheart, are you in labour? I've always wanted to watch a bitch struggle to give birth." He smirked as he put his foot on my stomach, his big boot digging into your skin and pushed you back to a sitting position.

"We could have fun here sweetie." He smirked under his mask and applied a heavy pressure onto your stomach making you open your mouth in a silent scream.

You groaned as you felt the baby move suddenly, a lot of the pressure you were feeling was now much lower down and was pushing against the vibrator.

You panted as the man bent down to pull your leggings down to your knees, he left your panties up but moved them to the side as he moved his fingers to your clit, gasping as he rubbed in small circles.

This paired with the vibration was enough to make you cum in 20 seconds, your back arching as a moan left you.

He moved back to your opening and pulled the vibrator out.

"Using this in public, naughty girl." He tutted and shoved 2 fingers into you he didn't get far before they hit something.

"Well well well." his fingers moving around inside you roughly.

He pushed his fingers deep inside you, taking your breath away.

"I can feel the head, don't you need to push?" He taunted, "I bet it would feel so good to relieve some of the pressure by pushing." His fingers kept working inside of you whilst his thumb played with your clit.

The overwhelming sensation made you cry out as you pushed with the next contraction.

The man chuckled at your efforts.

He removed his fingers and you pushed again, desperate for some kind of relief.

You felt something at your opening, something coming out! You reach around your stomach to feel the sac full of water, still intact and bulging out of you.

"Shall we keep the waters or would you like me to break them?" The man ran his fingers over the bulge, pushing it back inside you.

"Please break it!" You beg and reach for the vibrator, holding it to your clit, desperate for release.

The man dug his fingers into the sac roughly, trying to tear through it but mainly just pushed it back inside. "It's too strong, I can't break it." He said, giving up without really trying.

Another contraction forced your knees up and made you bear down hard, the head coming to your opening as you cry out grabbing everyone's attention.

"Hey shut the fuck up! Plug her up if she can't keep quiet!" Another suggested.

You threw your head back as your came mid contraction.

"Please help me up, the baby needs to come out!" You beg frantically.

"For fuck sake!" One of the men huffed and pushed the one at my knees out the way. He pushed your panties to the side and roughly pushed the head back away from your opening, forcing the baby back inside your womb.

You open your mouth to scream but a cloth is clamped over it instantly blocking your scream.

"Can I take this one?" The guy covering my mouth asked.

The man at my knees rolled his eyes. "If you really want to."

The man shoves the vibrator back inside you but your vision is blurring and you see him reach into a bag but don't see what he gets before you black out.

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When you wake you're overwhelmed with sensations, needing to push, feeling the vibrator and being on the edge of cumming.

You rub your thighs together, searching for friction as the feeling overtakes you and the orgasm hits you so hard your head spins.

You take some deep breaths for a few seconds and open your eyes, they dart around the dark room you don’t know.

You can’t see over your bump but you can’t open your legs, and there is tape over your mouth.

You come to a harsh realisation you’ve been kidnapped, you need to push and your legs are taped shut.

Your screams are muffled as you struggle, you manage to roll onto your side, your hands are taped behind your back so they are of no use.

You scream as you roll onto your front, the pressure pushing your baby down.

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to your knees, taking a minute as a contraction pulled you from your thoughts.

You use your head against the wall to push yourself to your feet the gravity making the urge to push feel primal.

You scream and push, bending your knees and praying the tape breaks.

Against all odds, you feel the vibrator slipping allowing you to groan a relived sigh.

You look around to see the door and try to take a step, your legs are too taped to take even a tiny step so you have to hop, the first hop shoves the baby’s head between your pelvis and you suddenly feel very full.

The second hop dislodges the vibrator into your panties.

The sigh of relief is short lived though as on the third hop, it slips forward through your arousal and nestles against your clit.

“Mmmmm!” Your moans are muffled as your legs almost buckle under you.

By the 6th hop a contraction crashes with your orgasm.

You cry out, all the feelings are far too much for you to cope with.

You get ready to take the next hop, but you land with a pop.

Fluid trickles down your legs and you need to push.

You squat down with your legs taped together the head making its way to your opening with this push.

Your mind is racing.

You hop to the door, lurching forward with the pain, this seems to give the head more room, the baby crowning in your panties.

A scream rips out of you and you decide you can’t hop anymore. Your hands are working to wiggle the wasteband of your leggings down, but you can’t get them down far enough.

The vibration on your clit is building you closer once more as the struggle brings a lot of friction.

You use the door handle to hook your leggings onto and pull up.

You don’t get much room but with the next push the head bulges.

You’re panting through the pain, allowing yourself to stretch just as an orgasm hits and you push accidentally, the head popping out into your panties.

You know you don’t have room to birth any more of the baby out but you push again, feeling a shoulder start to emerge but go straight back inside when you stop.

You turn around and use your hands behind your back to open the door, hopping forward to pull the door.

Before you can turn around you feel something press against the head bulging in your leggings.

You gasp and tears fall down your face.

“That was beautiful sweetheart!” He chuckles and reaches inside your leggings to the vibrator at your clit, he rubs against it in small circles through your panties.

The action making your underwear tighter, forcing the head back inside you.

You shake your head but can’t hold back the moan as the orgasm barrels into you, the force making you contract involuntarily.

The baby comes out to the elbows.

“Oh god that’s good!” The masked man rubs himself through his trousers.

“I want to push that thing back inside you and watch you do it over again!” He moaned but you can’t stop yourself from pushing again.

Your panties are full, there is no more room.

He reaches inside his trousers and moans, “When I get close, I’ll let it out.” He continues to rub himself, picking up the pace after a few minutes.

He reaches into your leggings and pushes the vibrator to your clit, this is enough to have you on edge instantly. The orgasm washing over both of you has he pulls your panties to the side and you push the baby fully out into your leggings.

The crying hits you straight away and you cry with relief.

“Well that, sweet girl, was beautiful.” He took the baby out of your leggings and cut the cord with a pocket knife.

“I’m gonna keep you.” He kissed your cheek and retreated back out the door and up the stairs.

#birth denial #birth kink #giving birth #pushingbabybackin #clothing birth #kidnappedbirth #darkbirthstory #labour #water breaking #ineedtopush #birth story

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lila-lou · 2 months

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✨Nothing he couldn't handle Pt. 2/3✨

Summary: I hate summaries, so this is part 2 of "Nothing he couldn´t handle".

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, touching and teasing, slightly anxious Reader, Ben being a dick, Ben being also a soft little bean

Word Count: 3121

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As you woke up in Ben’s bed, a mix of emotions swirled inside you. Countless nights had passed with you longing for this moment, yearning for his touch, yet always holding back, afraid of what it might lead to. Ben lay beside you, his steady breathing a comforting rhythm.

Your head rested on his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall with each breath he took. A sense of contentment washed over you as you soaked in the warmth of his body and the comfort of his presence. Your cheeks flushed with a mixture of emotions as you traced patterns on his biceps, feeling the strength beneath your fingertips.

The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow around the room. It was a moment of tranquility, a pause in the chaos of the world outside. Wrapped in Ben’s arms, you felt a sense of security you had never known before.

As the sunlight danced across the room, you heard Ben let out a soft chuckle, his eyes still closed but clearly awake. “Enjoying the view, are we?”, he teased.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Oh, absolutely”, you replied.

Ben finally opened his eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in them as he gazed at you. "Well, then, don't just admire from afar", he said, his voice laced with a hint of teasing arrogance. "Come closer".

You raised an eyebrow at his audacity but couldn't suppress the smile that crept onto your lips. With a playful roll of your eyes, you obliged, shifting closer to him.

Before you could react, Ben's hands slid down to grip your ass cheeks firmly, pulling you onto his lap as he lay there. His touch was possessive, his actions confident, and a part of you bristled at the display of dominance.

"You like that, don't you?", he murmured, his voice low and smug, as if he already knew the answer.

You bit your lip, torn between amusement and irritation. "Maybe a little", you conceded, playing along.

As you settled onto his lap, you couldn’t help but feel the unmistakable hardness of his erection pressing against you, sending a shiver down your spine. It was a tangible reminder of the desire simmering between you, adding to the charged atmosphere of the moment.

Beneath you, Ben let out a low groan, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly. “Feel that?”, he whispered huskily, his breath hot against your ear. “You do that to me, you know”.

Your cheeks flushed at his words, a mixture of arousal and uncertainty swirling within you. Despite the undeniable attraction between you, there was still a part of you that hesitated, that feared the consequences of giving in to desire.

But Ben seemed unfazed by your internal struggle. “So”, he began, his voice a low rumble, “now that you’ve lived through the night in my bed, does that mean we can finally fuck?”.

His blunt question hung in the air, challenging you to confront the tension that had been building between you for so long.

You couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration and disappointment at Ben’s brash question. Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked down at him, your expression a mix of defiance and longing.

“Ben, can’t we just… I don’t know, take it slow?”, you asked, your voice tinged with a hint of pleading. “I want something more than just… this”.

But Ben simply looked up at you, his gaze unwavering. “Come on, sweetheart”, he retorted, his tone tinged with impatience. “I’m not here to play house with you. I’m not some pussy who’s gonna whisper sweet nothings in your ear all night”.

His words stung, hitting a nerve deep within you. You had hoped for something more from him, something deeper and more meaningful than just physical pleasure. But it seemed that Ben was unwilling or unable to give you that.

Your heart sank at his dismissive words, a mixture of hurt and frustration bubbling inside you. “Is that all you think I want?”, you shot back, your voice trembling with emotion. “Just some meaningless sex?”.

Ben’s smirk faltered slightly at the raw vulnerability in your tone, but his stubbornness remained unyielding. “Look, I’m not saying I don’t want you”, he replied, his voice softer now but no less determined. “But I’m not about to start playing games and pretending to be something I’m not”.

Your heart ached as you listened to Ben’s words, grappling with the realization that perhaps you had been expecting too much from him. But despite the pain, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk away just yet.

“Ben, it’s not about pretending to be someone you’re not”, you began. “I don’t want you to change who you are. I just… I need you to be a bit more caring when it comes to me”.

As you poured your heart out to Ben, hoping he would understand your need for emotional connection, his expression softened, but remnants of his stubbornness remained.

"I hear you, I do", Ben replied, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "But you gotta understand, sweetheart, I'm not built for all that mushy stuff. I'm a man of action, not words".

"But Ben", you persisted. "I'm not asking for grand gestures or declarations of love. I just want to feel like you care, like I matter to you".

Ben's gaze flickered with annoyance, his patience wearing thin. "Look, I've got a lot on my plate right now", he retorted, his tone bordering on defensive. "I can't be worrying about every little thing you need. You're a big girl, you can take care of yourself".

His words landed like a punch to the gut, leaving you feeling small and insignificant. Despite your best efforts to communicate your needs, it seemed Ben's ego and pride were too deeply ingrained to truly understand.

You scoffed at his dismissive attitude and pushed his hands away from your hips. “You know what, Ben?”, you said, your voice laced with frustration. “Forget it. If you can’t even be bothered to show a little bit of care and respect, then I want no part of it”.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but before he could respond, you pushed yourself off his lap. “It’s a damn no”, you declared. “I deserve better than this”.

Ben let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his face as he got up from the bed, following you into the kitchen where the rest of the team sat, their eyes flickering with curiosity at the tension between you.

“What’s going on?”, Frenchie asked, his brow furrowing in concern as he took in the scene before him.

Ignoring the curious stares, Ben turned to you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and confusion. “Why are you being such a little bitch about this?”, he demanded, his voice laced with frustration.

You bristled at his words, feeling the anger bubbling inside you. “Excuse me?”, you shot back. “I’m not the one who’s incapable of showing basic respect and decency”.

But Ben remained defiant, his pride refusing to back down. “Oh, spare me the drama”, he retorted.

Your blood boiled at his dismissive attitude, and without thinking, you let out a sharp retort. “You’re such a fucking dick, Ben”, you snapped, the words leaving your mouth before you could stop them.

Ben’s jaw clenched, his frustration evident as he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with intensity. “You don’t get to talk to me like that”, he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

But you refused to back down. “Why not?”, you challenged, your voice trembling with defiance. “You talk to me like I’m nothing, like I don’t even matter to you!”.

As the tension between you and Ben escalated, Butcher, who had been observing the exchange from his place on the table, finally chimed in. “Oi, calm down, both of you”, he interjected, his voice authoritative yet tinged with concern.

“You want me to calm down?”, you retorted. “Maybe if someone actually showed a shred of respect around here, I wouldn’t have to get so worked up”.

With a frustrated groan, you turned on your heel and stormed out of the kitchen.

As you disappeared from view, Butcher let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head in dismay. "Bloody hell, can't you two ever just get along?", he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair.

Ben rolled his eyes at Butcher’s comment, clearly uninterested in addressing the situation further. Instead, he decided to follow you to your room, his steps echoing down the hallway as he made his way to your door.

As he reached your room, Ben didn’t bother to knock. Instead, he pushed the door open without hesitation.

Inside, you turned at the sound of the door opening, surprised to see Ben standing there, his expression unreadable. “What do you want?”, you asked, your voice tinged with irritation.

“Are you in your fucking period or something?”, he blurted out, his tone dripping with disdain.

You couldn’t believe his audacity. Without a second thought, you grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him, the fabric smacking against his chest.

“I’m not on my damn period”, you snapped, your anger boiling over. “I’m just pissed off that you ruined the whole damn morning”.

But instead of showing remorse, Ben just scoffed. “Well, maybe if you didn’t act like such a bitch all the time, we wouldn’t have these problems”, he shot back.

Ben's words hung in the air, a heavy weight pressing down on you as you struggled to contain your rage. But as you glared at him, you noticed a flicker of something in his eyes – a hint of regret, perhaps, or maybe even a trace of concern.

Sighing heavily, Ben took a step closer to you, his tone softer now. "Look, I didn't mean to… I just…", he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words.

But you weren't in the mood to hear his excuses. "Save it", you cut. "I'm done with your bullshit".

Despite your harsh words, Ben didn't back down. Instead, he reached out tentatively, as if trying to calm a wild animal. "Come on, let's just… take a breath, yeah?", he suggested, his voice gentle.

You scoffed at his feeble attempt to pacify you, but deep down, you knew he was right. You were on the edge, your nerves frayed and your patience worn thin. And as much as you hated to admit it, you needed a moment to collect yourself before you said or did something you'd regret.

Ben stood in front of you as you sat on your bed, his arms crossed over his chest. There was a moment of silence between you, the tension palpable as you both wrestled with your emotions.

Finally, Ben broke the silence, his voice gentle yet probing. "What exactly do you need from me?", he asked, his eyes searching yours for answers.

You hesitated, feeling a lump form in your throat as you struggled to find the right words. "I… I just need to know where we stand", you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened at your vulnerability, and he took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "And where do you want us to stand?", he pressed, his tone earnest.

You swallowed hard, gathering your courage before speaking. "I… I like you, Ben", you confessed, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "But I don't want to be just another one of the many girls you've… you know…".

Your words trailed off, the admission hanging in the air between you. You braced yourself for his response, unsure of what to expect but hoping against hope that he would understand your fears and insecurities.

A faint smirk tugged at the corners of Ben’s lips as he watched your hesitant confession. “Oh, is that so?”, he teased, his tone light but with a hint of amusement.

You felt a flush of embarrassment wash over you, cursing yourself for being so transparent. “I-I mean, it’s not like I expect anything…”, you stammered, your words trailing off as you avoided his gaze.

Ben’s teasing demeanor softened slightly as he took in your embarrassed reaction. “Relax, I’m just messing with you”, he reassured.

You let out a nervous laugh, grateful for the shift in his demeanor. “Yeah, I know”, you replied, a hint of relief evident in your voice.

But despite the lighter atmosphere, Ben let out a heavy sigh, his expression tinged with concern. “Listen”, he began, his voice softer now as he took a step closer to you. “Are you still… afraid that I might hurt you?”.

Your heart skipped a beat at his question, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of vulnerability wash over you. “A little”, you admitted, unable to meet his gaze as you stared down at the floor.

Ben's brow furrowed with empathy as he reached out to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "I won’t hurt you”, he said firmly.

His words resonated with you, easing some of the tension that had built up inside you. With a faint nod, you found yourself believing him, trusting in his sincerity despite your lingering doubts.

As you looked up at him, his gaze softened, and without another word, he leaned down to kiss you. Your heart raced like crazy as his lips met yours, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through your body.

In that moment, everything else faded away—the doubts, the insecurities, the lingering fear. All that mattered was the warmth of his touch, the intensity of his kiss, and the promise of something more between you.

As the kiss lingered, you couldn’t shake the nagging doubts that clouded your mind. Pulling back slightly, you mustered the courage to voice your concerns. “Do you really like me, or are you just… wanting to sleep with me?”, you asked.

Ben let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes before straightening back up and looking down at you. There was a moment of silence as he seemed to weigh his words carefully.

Finally, he admitted, without saying the words directly, “Look, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care about you”.

You couldn't help but smile at Ben's admission, a sense of warmth flooding your chest at his words. "Thank you", you whispered, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

But just as the tension seemed to dissipate, Ben couldn't resist making a snide comment. "Don't get too carried away now, sweetheart", he teased, his smirk betraying the hint of affection hidden beneath his bravado.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his typical behavior.

You pulled back slightly from the kiss. “Hey, how about we watch a movie in my room tonight?”, you suggested.

With a smirk, he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "If that means I finally get to fuck you, I'm down for a movie night", he replied.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at his brazenness, but a small laugh escaped your lips nonetheless. "Always so charming", you teased.

But beneath the playful facade, a spark of something more serious flickered between you, a silent acknowledgment of the tension that had been building between you for so long. And as you exchanged a knowing glance, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of what the night might hold.

As the evening descended and the rest of your teammates were either out or already asleep, you returned to your room after a refreshing shower and a bowl of popcorn. As you stepped inside, you froze in surprise at the sight before you.

There was Ben, already lounging on your bed, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as he held up a red lace thong between his fingers. "Well, what do we have here?", he teased, his tone laced with amusement. "I was hoping to find something like this".

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as Ben teased you with the red lace thong. Swiftly, you reached out and pulled the panties from his hand, giving him a playful swat on the arm as you settled beside him, making sure to leave a few inches of space between you.

Ben raised an eyebrow at your reaction, but his smirk remained firmly in place. "Getting shy on me, huh?", he teased.

Ignoring his comment, you focused your attention on starting the movie, placing the popcorn bowl on your lap as you leaned back against the headboard.

Ben chuckled, leaning back beside you as the opening credits began to roll.

As the movie's opening credits began to roll, Ben leaned back beside you, letting out a contented sigh as he reached for some popcorn from the bowl in your lap.

"So, which movie did you pick for us tonight?", he asked, his tone relaxed.

You glanced over at him, a playful glint in your eyes. "Oh, just a classic".

Ben raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "A classic, huh? Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see", he remarked, popping a handful of popcorn into his mouth with a grin.

As the movie progressed, you couldn't help but notice Ben's lingering gaze on you. With every subtle movement you made—crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting position, leaning back and forth—he seemed to watch intently, his eyes tracing the curves of your body.

Unbeknownst to you, each movement revealed a little more skin, stirring a primal desire within Ben. His gaze lingered on the exposed curves, the subtle hints of flesh igniting a fire deep within him. He tried to focus on the movie, but his attention kept drifting back to you, unable to resist the allure of your presence.

As the tension between you grew palpable, Ben shifted uncomfortably beside you, trying to conceal the growing arousal stirring in his pants. He cleared his throat, attempting to distract himself from the intoxicating effect you had on him.

Despite his efforts to remain composed, Ben couldn't deny the magnetic pull you had on him.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 3

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