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writtingrose · 2 days
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I’m rewatching TGM and I just have to say, I will actually never shut up about this casting—absolute perfection✨
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writtingrose · 3 days
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middle aged veterans and history buffs whose special interest is planes 🤝 gen z girls and gays who know that an f-14 is a plane because of top gun
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writtingrose · 6 days
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So, if someone has like $20 I could borrow for gas that would be cool… had a bill come out i forgot about it and need gas before tomorrow morning so I can take rent to my landlord. Every dime I currently have is rent.
Cashapp: $kristenRose26
PayPal: @kristenrose94
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writtingrose · 6 days
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All I'm gonna say is Bucky's little being obsessed with feeding Bucky from their plate
Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!f!reader
Word Count: 1,385
Warnings: ddlg dynamics, other than that it's just fluff.
A/N: that was so cute it totally stole my heart🥺💜 thank you so much for sharing such a soft thought with me I hope I did it justice?:"💜💜you know I be meaning for these to be short, like blurbs, but I just-
please enjoy xx.
dada, open up
Bucky took care of his girl. He’d play with her, read to her, bathe her, do her hair, love on her and even feed her. He enjoyed spoiling her. Bucky loved that she trusted him enough to completely let go so he could look after her and that was exactly what he did.
“Dada,” she called to him before he could react.
She was quiet as they sat at the dinner table, but Bucky didn’t think much of it. Her mouth was busy after all.
Bucky was scooping rice on her spoon when he saw her hand slide a piece of broccoli out of her plate. He was about to scold her about table manners and what cutlery were for and that she needed to wait for him to feed her—
Bucky looked to her, expecting her to say she was full or that she didn’t want to eat this specific piece of broccoli. She almost always did this when they came to the last bit of food on her plate. But Bucky was surprised to see his girl offering him the piece of broccoli she held, her hand raised up so the sautéed vegetable was almost touching his lips.
“That’s your food, honey. Daddy has his too, see?” He told her, tilting his plate so she could see he still had food to be consumed, trying to lift the spoon to her lips to feed her.
“Dada,” she repeated, pouting when Bucky left her hand in the air too long.
“Alright, but just this one. You’re gonna eat the rest of your dinner yourself like a good girl, okay?”
She nodded with a smile, stretching her arm more so it reached Bucky’s lips. He opened his mouth and took the food in, chewing.
“Thank you, sweets,” Bucky said before kissing her fingers.
She blushed adorably, retracting her hand and going back to munching her food with a satisfied smile.
“Now open wide for the rice plane.”
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She did it again the next day; this time when they were having lunch.
“Dada, nuggie,” she said, pushing her hand forward to him.
“Yes, sweets, what’s wrong with your nuggie?” Bucky looked at the golden piece of chicken she held out. It seemed normal to him.
“Nothin’, wanna share it with Daddy,” she told him, shrugging cutely.
He couldn’t help but want to kiss all over her sweet, little face. But she had to finish her meals and eat properly.
“Honey—”
“Dada.” She gave him her puppy eyes; she knew he couldn’t say no to those eyes.
Bucky silently opened his mouth, biting back a smile as he chewed the fried chicken. He needed to be firm, but he still kissed her greasy fingers just to see her blush and take them back.
“You like it?” She checked, wanting to make sure he was enjoying the food as much as she was.
“Mhhm,” Bucky hummed, his eyebrow raised as he tried to figure her out, waiting for the minute she’s going to ask him to finish the plate for her because she was done.
“Dada, baby carrot for you.” She proposed food from her plate again.
“Sweets, you gotta eat your dinner.”
“Baby carrot,” she repeated after nodding at his statement.
Bucky accepted the orange veggie, kissing her hand again before he watched her continue to sit obediently and eat all that was left on her plate with no fuss.
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At first, Bucky thought she was passing him the food she didn’t like or couldn’t finish under the cover of ‘sharing’, but she always ended up finishing her food, so that was confusing.
Then she started feeding him food that she actually liked too.
“Dada,” came her call again, her hand pressing a red grape from her snack plate to Bucky’s lips.
“Sweets, daddy cut those up for you.” Bucky’s heart swelled at the gesture, but he couldn’t just keep eating her food.
Bucky sighed, shaking his head.
She thought he didn’t want a grape so she dropped it back and held out a piece of apple instead.
“Do you not like the food daddy makes anymore? Is there something else you’d rather eat?”
“No.” She shook her head, putting the apple back among the other fruits.
“Then what is it, honey? Why don’t you wanna eat your food?” Bucky tilted his head, putting her hair behind her ear.
“I wanna eat my food, jus’ wan’ daddy to eat with me too,” she mumbled shyly, her voice small and her finger pushing the fruits around the small bowl in her hands.
“Oh, honey,” Bucky whispered in realization, his heart fluttering at his girl’s care and thoughtfulness before he took her on his lap.
“Wanna share with you because I love you, daddy,” she continued, still staring at her hands, having no idea she was making the man’s heart melt inside his chest.
She loved him. She thought he was special and she wanted to feed him out of her own plate with her own hand like he would her. She wanted to look after him too. It was so wholesome and it made Bucky feel warm and worthy.
Bucky’s thumb touched her cheek, making her look at him.
“Daddy loves you too, sweets. Daddy loves you very much.” He kissed her forehead and temple, big hand caressing her back before he pressed her to his chest in a warm hug, her head tucked under his chin. “You’re the best baby ever, you know that?”
Bucky couldn’t believe how lucky he was even with his whole world between his arms; right on his lap.
“Red grape?” She suggested when they pulled away and she could try again, her happy smile back on her face.
“Red grape.” Bucky nodded with a chuckle, his tongue taking the fruit between his lips.
“Ew,” she giggled, wiping the saliva from Bucky’s tongue on his shirt.
“Did I just hear you say ew, sweets?” Bucky laughed, taking the fruit bowl and putting it away.
He quickly flipped her down on the couch and started running his long fingers up and down her sides, making her laugh and squirm.
“Did you? Hmm?” He kept asking, knowing too well she couldn’t answer him between her loud giggles.
“Dada!” She squealed, trying to wiggle away from his evil fingers tickling her sides.
“You don’t like if daddy’s saliva gets on you?” Bucky teased, licking up her cheek and she laughed louder, her knees bending in a failed attempt to shield her sides.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” She screamed out, still giggling and panting.
“Thank you for sharing your food with me, sweets.” Bucky kissed her chin.
Bucky had mercy on her after a minute, letting her breathe as she continued to smile up at him. He wiped her cheek with the sleeve of his Henley, placing a kiss where he licked her before pumping his nose with hers.
She giggled, scrunching her nose up. Bucky’s hands were settled on her sides, holding her gently as his thumbs rubbed her tummy. She sighed when her chest stopped its heavy rising and falling, gazing at Bucky with all the love she had in her.
Her palm cupped his cheek and Bucky turned his head to kiss her fingers. Then he leaned forward, knowing what she wanted. When he was closer, she held onto his shoulders and lifted her head up to press a sweet kiss to his cheek as well.
From that day on, it was the rule that she would feed Bucky from her plate; it didn't matter where they were or who was around them. Sam could call Bucky whipped all he wanted, he would open up too if he had a girl like her feeding him out of her plate.
She would share anything that was put on her plate with her Daddy: the popcorn on movie nights, the extra blueberries she always asked for with her pancakes, the pepperoni on her pizza, the last curly fry on her plate, and mandarin slices whenever Bucky would peel one for her. And so he started putting extra of everything on her plate to make sure she still got to eat the healthy amount she was meant to eat. Everything was balanced again. Everything was perfect and Bucky wouldn’t want to have it any other way.
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writtingrose · 6 days
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So, if someone has like $20 I could borrow for gas that would be cool… had a bill come out i forgot about it and need gas before tomorrow morning so I can take rent to my landlord. Every dime I currently have is rent.
Cashapp: $kristenRose26
PayPal: @kristenrose94
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writtingrose · 8 days
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My first ever friend, like we met in headstart, was killled yesterday. By a drunk driver.
I don’t even… I haven’t talked to her since fifth grade but the pain is so raw.
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writtingrose · 9 days
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Lemme sit on your faceeeeee
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@writtingrose your boy
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writtingrose · 11 days
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Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee plz.
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writtingrose · 15 days
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SCREAMING 🫠
Like that
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summary: bob comes home to you after boys night. pt 2 to need to know
pairing: bob floyd x girlfriend!reader
word count: 1.2k
warnings: mentions of being drunk, swearing, smut, oral, daddy kink lol, bob is a sweetie
MDNI this is an 18+ fic
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Bob can tell you’re home from the way your heels are haphazardly placed in the middle of the entry way, clearly discarded as quickly as you could.
He can also tell you’re home from the giggling he can hear coming from the living room. Bob rolls his eyes affectionately, clearly you had drank more since the last time he heard your slightly tipsy voice over the phone.
He plods through the house towards the living room to find you laying on your belly on the couch laughing at something on your phone. Your flimsy summer dress is short and riding up your thighs in your position. Bob stares at where he can see the baby pink lace peaking out and let’s a groan slip from his mouth, alerting you of his presence.
You whip your head round to find his heavy gaze peering down at you and giggle,
“Hey, daddy.”
Bob laughs and moves to sit down, pulling you up and into his lap. He runs his hands up and down the plush skin of you thighs and smiles,
“Really now?” He teases, revelling in the way your cheeks flush.
You pout, glossy lips shining, “I didn’t mean to tell everyone!”
Bob reaches a hand up from your thigh and swipes a hair from you face, tucking it behind your ear and moving his hand back to trace his thumb over your bottom lip.
“I know, baby. I’m not mad.” He simpers.
You seem to visibly relax at that and sink more into his touch, hips moving ever so slightly over his crotch. Bob realises what you’re doing and raises an eyebrow up at you.
“Can I still make it up to you?” You whisper.
Bob is about to answer when you attach your lips around the thumb that had been tracing your plump bottom lip. Swirling your tongue around the digit before pulling off of it with a pop. Bob groans at the sight, he could never really be mad at you anyway. Not when you’re so perfect. He reaches a hand up to pull at the spaghetti straps of your dress, dragging them down your arms, watching as you pull down the front of your dress to expose your breasts.
Bob leans down and attaches his mouth to the flesh at the top of your breasts, sucking and marking you.
“Such pretty tits, baby,” he murmurs into your skin.
You warm at the praise and pull at his head to bring him face to face with you. You lock lips with him sloppily, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. Bobs hands move from your tits to groping at your ass, he goes to deepen the kiss but you pull away giggling. Bob smirks and slaps at your ass playfully, reminding you who has charge of the situation. You gasp at the sensation and giggle at him, holding eye contact as you slowly slink down to your knees on the carpet before him.
Bob reaches for the hair tie that he keeps around his wrist for you and drops it into your palm with a smirk.
“Thanks, daddy.” You smile, pulling your hair up into a ponytail that would be undoubtedly ruined by Bob’s grip.
You go to place your hand on Bob’s belt buckle, but he grasps your wrist in his own hand and tuts.
“Ah-ah, manners baby.” He reprimands you playfully.
Your eyes widen as you realise your misstep and you give him your best and sweetest smile, “Pleeeease?” you elongate.
Bob releases his grasp on your wrist and squeezes your cheeks in his hands, “That’s more like it.”
Your nimble hands are quick to undo his belt buckle and start unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Bob lifts his hips to aid in helping you pull down his jeans and boxers. Once they’re out of the way you can feel your mouth water at the sight of his hard cock, standing at attention.
You’re mouth waters even more at the sight of Bob widening his legs and leaning back, preparing for a show. You sit up on your knees and push your hand out, Bob spits into your palm and revels in the way he can see your thighs clench. You reach a small hand forward and slowly begin to stroke him, resting your cheek against his knee so that you can watch how he reacts.
Bob sighs at the sensation and ruts his hips up lightly into your palm, allowing you to work him up. Once he’s satisfied, he reaches forward to place a hand on the back of your head, stroking at your hair kindly.
You lick your lips and lean forward, tongue poking out and making contact with his tip, licking languidly at the precum that has accumulated there.
“Shit,” Bob groans.
His sounds spur you on to take him fully into your mouth, hands making up for that of his large length that you can’t fit into your mouth.
You knew your jaw would be sore in the morning, but it was worth it for the sight of your boyfriend and the blissed out look on his face.
The hand in the back of your hair strokes lightly as you bob up and down, hollowing your cheeks. Bob’s throaty groans are music to your ears, as you look up at him through your lashes.
“You’re so fucking pretty, baby.” He affirms, hand reaching out to wipe at some of the saliva dripping from your stretched lips.
You hum at the praise and move to take Bob deeper in your throat, breathing through your nose. He moans, voice breaking slightly as he tries to fight off jerking his hips up at the feeling.
You pull off of him after a moment to catch a breath and giggle at the string of spit that followed, attached from the tip of his cock to your glossy lips. You jerk him off as you catch your breath, admiring the little sounds that he makes.
“I’m close,” Bob breathes out.
At his words, you move to take him back into your mouth, bobbing up and down wetly. You swirl your tongue around him for a moment before hollowing out your cheeks.
You look up into his eyes and swallow around him, hands reaching up to stroke at the base of his cock. The sight has Bob groaning, hand gripping at your hair as he spurts his cum into your mouth. He jerks his hips up lightly as he finishes, slowly pulling his cock from your lips.
Bob admires how some of his cum seeps from the sides of your lips and holds in a groan as you swallow and reach up to wipe at the excess, popping the finger back into your mouth to lick it up. You smile up at him coyly as he pulls you up, kissing you desperately.
He pulls back and looks at you, dress pooled around your waist, hair mussed and lips red and glossy.
“I love you darlin’.” He speaks earnestly, trying to flatten some of your hair sticking up.
“I love you too, Bobby.” You smile kissing at his cheek.
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a/n: part 2 to one of my first fics omg heheh, i hope everyone likes this bc i’ve had a few people ask about a part 2 😭😭 also sorry this is basically just filth LMFAO
bob gets that sloppy toppy!! as he should 🙏
i hope u all enjoyed!!
pls comment, reblog or send me an ask and tell me what u think!!
thank u for reading:))
- honey <333
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writtingrose · 15 days
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Not entirely sure when I became a Bob girl but HERE. FOR. IT. 🫠😳
Candy
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summary: bob falls for a beautiful barista over the course of a few encounters.
pairing: robert floyd x hotbarista!reader
word count: 7.1k
warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, jake being an asshat, bob having some self doubt but he gets over it, smutty smut smut at the end, sort of mentions of an age gap??
MDNI this is an 18+ fic
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The first time Bob saw you was a Monday morning, he was meeting Phoenix and Rooster on his day off for coffee at a new place in town. It was a cute cafe, full of pastels and pastries and a little bell that jingled when he stepped in. The interior was larger than what he had expected, there were many booths, and a few tables by the front window. Phoenix and Rooster had managed to snag a cosy booth towards the corner of the room. He approached them with a smile on his face, happy to see his friends.
“Hey guys-”
“Bob, move!” Phoenix seethes slightly.
“Nice to see you too.” Bob rolls his eyes, sliding into the booth next to Bradley.
Bradley offers Bob an explanation, “There’s a super hot barista making our drinks right now.”
“Oh, fair enough.” Bob smiles, craning his neck around and trying to see who his friends were talking about.
Phoenix pipes up, “and when he says hot, we’re talking a total smoke show, like i’m pretty sure Rooster is still sporting a semi from when she asked if he wanted cream or not.”
“I am not!” Bradley whines, the tips of his ears tinged pink.
Bob was about to put his two cents on the situation, when suddenly his two friends were silenced from their bickering by a presence he felt over his shoulder.
“One double espresso and one peppermint latte?”
Phoenix beats Bradley for speaking first and Bob recognises her best flirtiest smile.
“Yeah, that’s us.” She says coolly.
“How could I forget?” The voice behind him teases as she places the drinks down, Bob watches Bradley’s cheeks flush again.
Finally, Bob turns to look at the alluring voice, only he hasn’t given you enough time to pull back from placing the drinks down and he finds his face hitting your cleavage. You make a shocked noise, and pull back giggling.
“That’s one way to make me take your order.”
Bob wished the earth would swallow him whole in that moment.
“God, I’m so sorry!” Bob pushes the words out of his mouth frantically.
Phoenix was never wrong, you were totally hot, but not just that, Bob thought. You were beautiful, and clearly funny, probably clever as well, kind (and he wouldn’t have ever said it but you had a great rack).
Phoenix butts in before Bob can ramble more apologies, “He’ll have a cappuccino.”
Bob watches you scribble down his order, in a little notepad you pulled from a pocket in the front of your pink half apron, tied neatly around your waist.
“Perfect.”
You smile down at him, and saunter off. Presumably, to make his drink. He wonders how you don’t notice the three pairs of eyes that watch as you walk away. You’re wearing tight black jeans and a tight cream long sleeve top, the pink apron creating a sweet contrast in your outfit. Once you’re out of earshot, Bradley and Nat finally allow themselves to cackle at Bob’s misfortune.
“I can’t believe you did that!” Bradley snorts.
Nat chokes slightly on her espresso before speaking up as well, “Sorry, I just remembered the panicked look on your face again.”
Bob groans, placing his head into his hands. He knew more often than not that girls like you didn’t go for guys like him, but now he had definitely fucked it. He watches as you make his drink, giggling with one of your coworkers as you work the machines. He imagines you’re telling him about the dork who just accidentally motorboated you trying to stutter out a one word order and groans again.
Bradley takes sympathy on Bob’s groaning and stifles his chuckles, “It’s not that bad! At least you got boobs in your face!”
Bob watches as Nat flicks Bradley in the head, mumbling something about him being a caveman.
“One cappuccino for the cute glasses guy who is now well acquainted with my boobs?” He can hear you giggle as you place the coffee down in front of him.
“That’s me.” Bob says with a hint of awkwardness, pointing his thumbs at himself. Was that an embarrassing thing to do? Probably. But you’re laughing and all Bob can think about his how much he wants to see you do it again.
“Is there anything else I can get you guys?” You ask with a smile on your face.
“We’re good, thank you.” Bradley gets there before Nat this time and pumps his fist under the table.
“I’ll be over here if you need me.” You reply and wander off again, hips swaying.
Bob is reminded of a saying he hears Jake using far too often to girls in the Hard Deck, it usually makes him mildly nauseous but now seems fitting. He does hate to see you go but love to watch you leave.
Nat pipes up again but this time in complaint, “How do you do it, Floyd?”
Bob cocks his head to the side, silently asking her to elaborate.
“She called you ‘cute glasses guy’, you’re so in there.”
Bob’s eyebrows raise so high he’s pretty sure they’re at his hairline. Did you actually call him cute?
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The second time Bob has the pleasure of seeing you, he’s collecting caffeine for the team with Jake during a break after a particularly early start on the Friday of that same week. He’d been thinking about you for the past few days non stop, so when Phoenix suggested a coffee run, he knew exactly where to go.
What he should have bet on, was Jake also deciding you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Jesus Christ.” Jake drawled out.
Bob knew Jake had spotted you. Lo and behold, you were behind the counter, bent over trying to reach one of the syrup pumps. Same tight black jeans hugging your hips, this time paired with an old band t-shirt. You spin on your heel after hearing Jake’s exclamation, and start to recite your company’s spiel when a spark of recognition flashes across your face.
“Cute glasses guy!” You say almost excitedly.
Bob feels the heat rising in his cheeks as he watches Jake spin around and try and assess the area to see if there were any other dudes wearing glasses in the vicinity. There weren’t.
“Hi.” Bob smiles bashfully.
Jake, who can seemingly never keep his mouth shut decided to pipe up, “I’m feeling a little left out here Bobby, do you two know each other?”
Jake knew damn well how you knew each other, Nat had told everyone as soon as they got back to work. You watched as Bob stumbled over the beginning of a sentence, unsure of how to explain what had happened. You save him from himself and speak up,
“He gave me a very memorable shift on Monday.” You wink at Bob as you say it.
You figured that if this guy was close to Bob, then his other friends had already told him what had happened and he was just trying to rile Bob up.
“It would be my pleasure to give you a memorable shift darlin’.”
Bob rolls his eyes at Jake’s simpering drawl, texan accent heavy on his tongue. Luckily for Bob, you’re just as unimpressed. Usually you like your men a little more… reserved.
“I’m sure it would. What can I get for you today boys?” You ask, directed more towards Bob now.
He whips his phone out and starts reciting the the orders of the team, it’s a tad lengthy but watching you whisper all of his words to yourself again as you use a perfectly manicured hand to tap the drinks into the till makes it worth all the while.
You tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear as you give him the total, “Will that be with military discount as well?” You gesture towards the two men in uniform. They both nod and you tap in an extra code, bringing the total down significantly.
“I didn’t realise you were military?” You question as you turn around to start making the drinks in the lengthy order, calling another girl out from the back to man the till.
“Naval aviators, sweetheart.” Jake supplies for you. “We’ll I’m a pilot, Bob’s a backseater.”
Bob can’t help but feel like Jake is trying to undermine him slightly. You don’t pick up on it.
“Backseater?” You ask your question directly towards Bob this time.
Bob clears his throat, “Uh yeah, basically I’m a Weapons System Officer, I sit in the back of the plane and man weapons and other stuff.” He didn’t want to bore you.
You smile, “Sounds important, is he your pilot?”You gesture towards Jake.
“No, the woman I was here with on Monday is.”
Your face lights up in recognition, “Oh yeah she was gorgeous! And the guy with the moustache?”
“Yeah he’s a pilot too.” Bob smiles, watching a scowl etch its way onto Jake’s face at the mention of Rooster. He makes a mental note to tell Phoenix what you had said about her.
You’re placing the final drinks down in their holders when Jake finally pipes up again, “You really are beautiful sweetheart.”
His eyes rake all over you, making Bob seethe. You don’t notice the anger radiating off Bob, but flush slightly under the compliment.
“Thanks, flyboy.”
Bob is cursing his lack of confidence, wishing he was the one being labelled with a nickname. He knew you were beautiful, he’d known way before Jake! He looks back up in time for you to hand him a bag with half the drinks inside, the other bag going to Jake.
“It was nice seeing you again Bob.” You preen at him, and add quickly on, “and meeting you, Jake!”
“Anytime, beautiful.” Jake thinks he’s got this one in the bag as he turns around to leave, he’s sure your number is gonna be scrawled on his cup when he opens the bag.
Bob doesn’t miss the way you roll your eyes when your hear the pet name, slyly winking at him once you realise he saw.
Once they’re all back on base handing out the coffees, Jake fully emptied out both the bags of the napkins. He makes a little “aha” noise as he finds what he’s looking for. A napkin with sharpie scrawled over it. His grin is quickly squashed as he throws the napkin in Bob’s direction. It lands on Phoenix’s lap and she reads what the sharpie note says.
cute glasses guy/bob
call me :)
***-***-***
Your name is signed with a little heart next to it at the bottom and Bob can’t help but break out into a wide smile.
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The night before Bob next sees you was the Friday of the next week and you had been texting non stop since you had given him your number. You had even followed each other on instagram. Bob had spent the night scrolling through your posts with Phoenix, careful not to like any, so she had been holding the phone.
Every so often, she would stop and zoom in on one. Like the one of you at your most recent birthday, you were a good few years younger than him, he noted your star sign as well. The next few Phoenix stopped and zoomed in on had Bob wishing for an ice cold shower. The first was a few slides of you on vacation with your friends. A few standard group photos (you stood out from them by a mile), and one particularly gorgeous photo of you stood on the terrace of your hotel room; slightly sun kissed wearing a flimsy summer dress and your hair flipped to one side. The sun was setting in the background and Bob was pretty sure he was having some type of angina, but the last picture on the slide is what had him truly breathless. You were on the beach with your hair tied up messily, wearing a pathetic excuse for a bikini, your back was facing the camera but you were looking back at it squinting slightly over your shoulder. Bob didn’t want to seem too creepy, but Nat had thrown all caution to the wind. Immediately zooming in on your ass.
“Damn.” She muttered.
Bob discreetly tried to move the pillow from behind him over his lap. Nat, the ever perceptible noticed immediately and cackled.
“Same.” She patted him on the shoulder.
“Maybe we should stop stalking for the night.” Bob started.
Nat whined like a child being denied candy, “Cmonnnn just one more? Then I’ll never bother you again.”
Bob rolled his eyes and let her continue when she gasped far too theatrically.
“She just posted on her story!”
“Don’t click it-”
He had been far too slow in stopping his nimbled fingered friend.
“Holy shit.”
It was a mirror selfie, your room was lit up only by a warm lamp seen in the corner of the picture. You were posed on your knees wearing only a black high waisted body suit.
“Dude, she’s totally posting thirst traps for you!” Nat squealed.
Bob rolled his eyes, sure it was crazy that you posted something like that just when he was on your account, but how on earth would you know that he would be the first one to see it? There were a number of guys in your comments who you could be trying to impress. Or you could just be posting a photo that you liked.
What Bob and Nat didn’t know, was that you were sat in your room with your best friend Marley. You had been showing her photos from Bob’s instagram account when you received a notification that he had liked your post. It was from a little over a month ago and was slides full of your vacation photos. Marley shrieked.
“Oh my God, he was so stalking you!”
You giggle in realisation, “I hope he comments.”
Marley rolls her eyes, “Sure, Mr ‘I post pictures of cute dogs I see in the street’ is gonna comment on your blatant ass pics.”
You shove her playfully, “You said you liked those pics!”
She smiles, “Of course I do, and so does he clearly. I just don’t know if he’s brave enough to tell you so.”
You cock your head to the side, which eggs her on.
“You should post something, make him comment.”
That’s how you found yourself in the skimpiest piece of clothing you own, being positioned by your friend. Once you hit post, you felt a wave of nausea come over you. Marley noticed as the ever attentive friend she was and took your phone from you. She refreshed it a few times and screamed.
“He’s already viewed it!”
“WHAT?” You shriek far too loudly considering you had downstairs neighbours.
You grab your phone out of her hands to see for yourself. He was there in the viewers, along with your usual people. Then you hear the ping to notify someone has sent you a dm.
“Open it!” Marley says with the most urgency you’ve ever heard.
It’s from Bob.
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Back in the barracks, Bob is trying to wrestle his phone from Natasha.
“DAMN?! I would never say that! You made me sound like Jake!”
They stop their huffing and puffing so Phoenix can explain. “And when has it ever not worked for him?”
Bob rolls his eyes but doesn’t reply, he knows she’s right.
“Look she’s typing!”
Phoenix shoves his phone back into his hands.
you
like what you see?
Bob shows the message to Phoenix,
“What do i say?!”
Phoenix is much more nonchalant about the situation, she understands now that you definitely like Bob. She’s never seen someone so taken by her shy backseater.
“Just say the truth.” Nat shrugs
Bob types and untypes for a second before sending his message.
_rfloyd93
i’d like it more in person
You shriek once again, showing your phone to Marley who shrieks as well. You can hear your downstairs neighbour Mrs Bellman smacking her broom against the ceiling in hopes that you’ll shut up.
you
my shift ends at 6 tomorrow?
_rfloyd93
i’ll be there
You like his message and flop back on your bed with a dreamy sigh.
Marley laughs, “girl, you have got it bad.”
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The third time Bob sees you, is the next day when you’ve finished your shift. He’s waiting for you sat in one of the booths near the front, fiddling with his phone. Your coworker Julian points him out to you.
“Boobs guy is sat over there, babe.”
You giggle at him, untying your apron and folding it to put in your tote bag.
“I know, I’m meeting him.”
Julian gasps loudly and you shush him, pushing your finger to his lips. You slowly, pull your finger away and let him speak in a hushed tone.
“Oh my Goddddddd! Tell me everything on Monday please!”
You roll your eyes at him, “You know I will.”
With that you kiss his cheek and wander over to Bob.
“Hey.” You say slightly breathlessly.
He smiles up at you, “Hey.”
He takes in your appearance, signature tight black jeans and he recognises the black body suit, now he knows what it looks like underneath your jeans he flushes slightly. You look down at yourself slightly, placing a hand on your cocked hip.
“Like what you see?” You repeat your words from last night.
Bob flushes further, memories of what he had done after Nat had left last night leaving his cheeks hot to touch.
“You look gorgeous.” He says earnestly, looking up into your eyes.
You cup his cheeks with a hand and smile, “Thanks, Baby. Not too bad yourself.”
Bob feels his jeans tighten and wills himself to think of Grandma Floyd. He finally gets himself to speak, “I was thinking we could go for a walk, maybe get some drinks?”
You pull him up from his seat and link your arm through his, “Sounds perfect.”
Bob knew taking you to the Hard Deck was a risk, but it wasn’t a far walk from the cafe and the service was impeccable.
Pushing through the door he made eye contact with Phoenix first, she gave him a little thumbs. He was already feeling good but that gave him an extra boost of confidence.
During the 10 minute walk to the Hard Deck, you had talked about everything and nothing. Bob found out that your favourite colour was green, you had a pet dog back home called Frank and you had just finished college with a degree in business.
“Not to sound rude, but with a degree in business why do you work in a coffee shop?”
You smile, not taking offense and appreciating his curiosity, “I’m saving up, I want to open a coffee shop of my own, My dad said he could give me money for a deposit but I’m quite close myself now.”
Bob looks at you, wanting you to continue.
“I’ve been saving up since I got my first job in high school.”
Bob notices your confident demeanour has slipped and you seem bashful.
“That’s really cool.” He smiles and you can tell he’s being truthful. “When I was in high school I was a total drama geek.”
His attempt to to make you laugh works and your confidence is back, “I can definitely imagine you as a little Romeo.”
By the time you reach the Hard Deck you’ve both swapped enough embarrassing high school stories for a life time. Now Bob just hopes he can get through the night.
You and Bob are sat at a somewhat secluded table towards the corner of the room near the jukebox. You’re sipping on a vodka cranberry whilst Bob has a stella in a bottle with a label that he’s playing with. Bob decides it’s time to rid himself of the large sweater he was wearing to combat the night time chill that came with early winter in San Diego. You’re trying not to visibly swoon as you watch his biceps strain under the tight black top he’s wearing. His hair flops slightly without its gel to hold it in place so now looks slightly mussed. You reach over the table to fix it, Bob gets an eyeful down your top, he can’t complain.
Once you pull back you’ve got a cheeky smile on your face, Bob quirks an eyebrow,
“Who knew Bobby was hiding these guns under those chunky sweaters?” You giggle somewhat coyly.
You love watching the pink flush rise from his neck to his ear tips so you tease him further.
“Any other surprises you want to warn me about?”
“No, ma’am.” Bob doesn’t catch your drift fully, but his southern twang makes all up for it.
You feel your thighs clench slightly at the name he drops. You decide to move the conversation forward, thinking it’s best for your underwear.
“So what brings us here?” You gesture to the large amounts of navy memorabilia that surround the walls and ceilings of the Hard Deck.
“Me and my friends come here a lot, very navy friendly.” Bob smiles.
“Are they here? Your friends?” You question.
“Yeah, around here somewhere. They always are.”
“Can I meet them?”
That’s not what Bob had expected you to ask, but there was no way in hell he was gonna miss out on rubbing this in Bagman’s face.
“Definitely.”
You recognise three of Bob’s friends immediately. They’re all stood or sat around the pool table, taking turns and sipping beers. You learn their names properly this time. Phoenix is the beautiful woman who is Bob’s pilot (and also his only competition), Rooster is his moustachioed friend and Hangman is the tall blonde who had tried it on you.
“It’s nice to see you guys again!” You say hugging Phoenix and Rooster with an arm.
Another man with a moustache stood next to them pipes up, “Sorry, have we met before? I’m Payback, but you can call me Reuben.”
His smile is sweet, and you reach out to shake his extended hand. Another slightly shorter man stood next to him speaks,
“I would remember that face if we had met,” He’s charming as well, but no Bob. “I’m Fanboy.”
Phoenix comes to your rescue and explains the situation before retreating back to Rooster. Another tall man stood next to Jake laughs, “Oh my God, you’re the hot barista that Bob motorboated!”
Bob tenses slightly from his position beside you, you’re not sure if it’s because of the remembrance of the embarrassing action or if it’s the fact that you now know that him and all his friends had been referring to you as “the hot barista”.
You giggle at the man who had exclaimed (you think his name is Coyote),
“That’s me.”
Bob can only breathe a sigh of relief at your constant collectedness of anything cringeworthy that came your way.
Phoenix and Rooster had been watching all the interactions from a bit further back.
“She’s perfect for him, don’t you think?” Bradley nudges Phoenix. “They really balance each other out.”
Phoenix finally sighs out, “If they don’t work out do you think I’d still have a shot?”
Bradley snorts until he realises his friend is being serious, “Hey, let’s not go praying on anybody’s downfall.”
Phoenix rolls her eyes and walks off to get another beer. She cant help but smile as she catches you giggling at something Bob has said to Jake, you’re squeezing Bob’s bicep as you calm down and his arm is wrapped lowly around your waist. You really were perfect for each other.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The next time you see Bob is a week later when he’s picking you up from your apartment for your first “proper date.”
Bob had insisted on taking you out to dinner (as the gentleman he is). You had texted him about what to wear and he had simply told you that you’d look good in anything (and nothing, but he was too afraid to say that part). It was sweet, but ultimately unhelpful, so you were frantically sending Marley photos of dresses you were thinking of wearing.
The first one was a tight minidress, it was red and didn’t leave much to the imagination.
marls <3
hot, maybe too slutty for a first date?
you
ur right, hang on
The second was a floral sundress, it had a wrap part around the cleavage.
marls <3
adorable, too casual for dinner tho
you
ugh
i have nothing to wear
marls <3
i’m sure he’d love that
you
shush
WAIT
i’ve got it
The last dress you try on is a black maxi dress, it’s tight but tasteful. With a low enough neckline to be teasing but not indecent.
You send the photo to Marley and await her response.
marls <3
💦💦😩😩🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🤤🤤🤤
you
ur an idiot
this the one?
marls <3
u love me
and def
You spritz your makeup with setting spray and spray extra perfume on your pulse points. You then hook your hoops into your ears and check the time on your phone. 19:20. You had ten minutes before Bob said he would arrive, you check back through your texts to make sure you got the timing right. Not that you could forget, you’d been looking forward to seeing him again all week.
Before you knew it you had been daydreaming about Bob’s strong arms for the past five minutes, when your phone chimes.
bobby ❤️
i’m here
do u want me to come up?
you
dw!
i’ll be down in a sec
You pull on your wedges and make your way to your door, taking one final look at yourself in the mirror before grabbing you clutch.
You make light conversation in the elevator with the teen girl who lives with her mother in the apartment across from you.
“You look beautiful, are you meeting someone?”
You smile bashfully at her, “Yeah he’s really sweet!”
You had given her the odd piece of boy advice when her mother had asked you to check in on her when she was working nights.
“Don’t tell on me if you see me coming back with him tonight.”
She giggles as if you’ve let her in on a big secret, and exits the elevator with you as it hits the ground floor. She peeks round to see who you’re meeting and whispers in your ear before she turns to go the vending machines.
“He’s hot!”
You chuckle at her, “I know right!”
Bob looks handsome as ever, he’s pushed his hair back and is wearing a tight black button up shirt with black slacks and smart shoes. You realise you look quite the matching couple.
As you reach him, both his hands come to rest on your hips, yours on his chest.
“Hey, handsome.”
That makes a smirk come to rest on Bob’s lips, your thighs squeeze together involuntarily at the action.
“You look fucking incredible.” He charms.
He takes your hand in his and holds you out to do a little twirl for him. As you spin around he sucks a deep breath in.
“How did I get so lucky?”
You peck him on the cheek, “I could ask myself the same thing.”
You love him like this, breezy. Like there’s nothing in the world that could weigh him down.
He helps you into the passenger seat of his jeep, before going around to sit in the drivers side.
“I’ve booked us a table at Fucina, I forgot to ask if Italian was okay with you?” Bob asks, nerves taking over him partly.
You rest your hand on his thigh to comfort him, “It’s perfect.”
As it turns out, it was more than perfect. The food was incredible, as well as the wine.
“Bob, this is the best food I’ve ever eaten.”
He smiles at that and watches as you moan after swallowing another mouthful of pasta, trying to ignore how his slacks tighten.
“Do you want to try some of mine?” Bob offers, he’s slyly trying to feed you.
“Sure!”
Bob twirls the tagliatelle around his fork and leans over to pop it in your mouth. You wrap your mouth around the fork and pull off of it with a pop, leaving a small amount of the creamy sauce on the side of your lip. Bob watches in awe as you chew and swallow the pasta, your tongue peeks out to swipe at the sauce left on your lip.
“How have you made pasta sexy?”
You laugh at his expression, “I would argue pasta has always been sexy.”
You both finish your meals and polish off the bottle of white that the waiter had recommended, it had gotten pretty late but there was still flocks of well dressed couples eating at the restaurant. You were finally able to flag down a waiter,
“Can we get the cheque please, Daniel?” You smile, looking down at the waiters name tag politely.
The waiter flushes, “Of course, miss.” And scurries off.
Before you can speak, Bob butts in, “There is no way on earth you’re paying.”
You roll your eyes and reach for your clutch, “Shush, handsome.”
Bob is faster than you and your clutch is tucked under his armpit before your fingertips can grasp it. You pout and Bob has half a mind to listen to every command you ever make for the rest of his life, but his mother would be bitterly disappointed if he allowed (who he thought to be) the most beautiful girl in the world to pay for her food.
“Don’t give me that Southern gentleman crap.”
Bob’s cheeks flush as he realises you knew exactly what he was going to say.
“You’re not paying for anything.”
You give him your best doe eyes, squeeze your cleavage together and pout, “Halvesies?”
Bob looks away and says something he never thought he would to you.
“No, darlin’ please, let me do this.” He drawls.
You relent, the pet name sending heat to your cheeks.
“Fine, but i’m paying next time.”
Bob chuckles, but his heart leaps hearing you sound so certain about a ‘next time’. The waiter returns with the cheque and Bob doesn’t even allow you the courtesy of seeing the bill. He knows you’d be angry at how much it was, but he thought it was so worth it, just for you.
Leaving the restaurant, the air has much more of a chill to it than before you left. You try to stifle a shiver as the breeze hits you but Bob has already noticed and is shedding himself of his jacket. Draping it over your shoulders. It’s a tad big on you, but smells incredibly like him. You try to discreetly stick your nose into the neckline and inhale deeply. Bob giggles at your action,
“Smell good?”
“Heavenly.”
It’s a short walk to Bob’s car and he’s rushing around to open the door for you immediately. He gives you your clutch that he had been graciously holding for you before walking round back to the drivers side.
The radio hums peacefully between you two playing 80s r&b hits on the slow drive back to your apartment. The sky is a dusky blue, and the city lights blur with the stars the darker it gets. You hum along as the song switches to one you recognise, singing quietly as you watch Bob drive. He looks so incredibly handsome lit up by the streetlights.
The song reaches its crescendo and now your full on singing at Bob whilst he giggles at your theatrics, “It’s like candy!”
You’re shimmying in your seat and Bob watches with practically hearts for eyes. You laugh heartily and Bob thinks it’s probably the best thing he’ll ever hear.
“Eyes on the road, handsome.”
Who is he to deny you anything? Bob reluctantly pulls his eyes from you and realises he’s much closer to your apartment than he thought. He goes right at the next turning and spots your building at the end of the road. Just as he’s about to start sighing you open your mouth, “Will you come up to my apartment with me?”
Bob swears his heart is beating out of his chest, “Of course.”
Once he’s parked, Bob once again rushes round to open the door for you and help you out. You stumble slightly, landing on the side of your wedge and steady yourself on Bob’s strong arms. Before he can ask if you’re okay your lips are on his. Bob swears he’s in heaven right now. You lips are soft on his, plump and tasting of the remnants of the wine you finished off as well as the tang of the lipgloss you had reapplied in the car. You pull away from him and Bob could have cried from the loss of contact,
“Sorry, I didn’t even ask if I could kiss you.” You mumble slightly.
Bob sighs, “Please shush, and do it again.”
You giggle and immediately reunite your lips. This time there’s a little more passion with the confirmation that he wants it fully. His tongue slides into your mouth, meeting your own making you let out a whimper. You guide his hands from politely at your waist down to your ass, he groans into your mouth, dampening your underwear. You pull away and a string of saliva connects your lips. You want to be disgusted but your pretty sure your core just clenched with more want than you’ve ever felt.
“Come on.” You grab Bob’s hand with a coy smile and drag him into your building and towards the elevator.
The ride up to your floor feels painstakingly long to Bob, when it finally dings and the doors open he lets out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
He follows your footsteps as you walk tantalisingly slowly towards your apartment door. You shuffle through your clutch to retrieve your keys before pushing them in the lock and walking through the door. Bob is quick on your heels. You stop abruptly and bend over to undo your wedges. The meat of your ass bumps against Bob’s crotch and he holds in a deep groan.
“Minx.” You hear him mutter as you wander over to your kitchen to grab two glasses and a bottle of red.
You return back to where Bob is now sat on your couch. You place the two glasses on the coffee table along with the bottle.
“Pour us a glass and meet me in my room.”
Bob nods in understanding and blatantly watches your behind as you saunter over to your bedroom. After finishing off pouring the second glass he hears you call out his name. He picks up the glasses and follows your pathway towards your bedroom door which is cracked open slightly.
You’re stood fully naked in front of the full length mirror on your wardrobe door, trying to undo the clasp on the back of your necklace.
Bob’s grip tightens on the two glasses as he tries not to allow them to tumble to the floor. His hard cock is pressing shamelessly against the front of his slacks now.
“Could you help me with my necklace?” You turn your head slightly to ask Bob.
He’s at a loss for words but nods dumbly, placing the two glasses on your dresser closest to the door. He takes the few short steps to close the distance between you and stands behind you cautiously. You look up at him from the mirror,
“You can touch me.” You smile comfortingly at him.
Bob releases a shaky breath and reaches to help hold your hair up. You can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and it sends a shiver down your spine. The gold pendant which dangles between your breasts shakes slightly and Bob lets his gaze wander down towards them. You finally unclasp your necklace and Bob lets your hair down so you can step away and place the necklace on your jewellery plate.
“Thank you, baby.”
Bob let’s out a low moan. “Do you know what you’re doing to me?”
He reaches for your hand and drags it towards his hard cock. You both moan upon making contact and you palm him slightly over his trousers just enough to work him up. You reach up to connect your lips again as Bob’s hands find your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples making you arch up into his touch. Your hand leaves his crotch in favour of undoing the buttons on his dress shirt hurriedly. His hands join yours so he can finally shed himself of his shirt, suddenly feeling like he was on fire.
Once his shirt has been discarded on the floor, your able to run your hands all over his muscular chest. You whine against his lips as your hands dip lower, tracing his happy trail.
“Why have you been hiding this from me?”
Bob smirks against your lips and deepens the kiss further, licking into your mouth. His hands dip from your waist to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
“Can I?” He whispers.
“Fuck, please.”
Bob lifts you in his strong arms and plops you down onto your bed, you spread your legs as he crawls up to meet you. He lowers his head to the bed and stares at your pussy, glistening with arousal for him. It’s already started to coat the tops of your thighs. You shy slightly under his gaze and try to close your legs, he raises a strong hand to your thigh, stopping you.
“Baby, please do something.” You whine, high pitched.
Bob was never one to decline you and reaches his other hand forward. His middle finger slides between your slit, gathering your wetness. He bumps against your clit a few times before pulling his finger away to lick at the wetness now on his finger. You buck your hips up to where he’s looking down at you. He reaches his hand down again and parts your lips. He spits down onto your pussy, it hits your clit and rolls down to mix with your juices.
“Fucking christ.” He whimpers, “I need to fuck you.”
You moan loudly at his proclamation and sit up to help him rid himself of his trousers. You slip off of your bed as he sits up on the edge. Staring down at you with lust blown pupils as you pull the zipper down and begin to pull his trousers down as well. He lifts his hips and you’re able to tear them down the rest of the way pretty quickly since he discarded his shoes near the door along with yours. You’re now face to face with his cock straining against the fabric of his black boxers. The sight makes you lick your lips, maybe another day. You pull his boxers down the rest of the way as well and watch as his cock slaps against his abdomen. The tip is pink and there’s a few beads of precum threatening to fall down the side of him, there’s one large vein that runs across the bottom of it.
“Shit, you’re big.” You chuckle slightly looking up at him. Bob is pretty sure he’s in love with you.
Bob pulls you up by your hands and you land on his lap. You push at his chest and he gets the hint to lay back. His head hits your pillows and you reach forward to peck his lips, before grabbing his cock in you right hand and stroking it a few times. He whimpers against your lips making your giggle. You move your pussy towards his cock, guiding the tip between your folds, gathering wetness. You both moan out as he hits your clit.
“Stop teasing darlin’.” Bob groans as his tip moves over your clit again.
You groan breathlessly but agree, “Only for you handsome.”
With that, you begin to slowly sink down onto his length. Your arousal makes it an easy glide down, but he’s still thick. He struggles not to buck up into you until your finally fully seated. The dusting of hair above his dick hits your clit making your whimper shyly. Bob is 100% sure he’s dead and in heaven right now, and he praises himself for whatever good deed he did which allowed him to feel your velvety walls squeezing him at this very second.
You set a pace on top of him, moving up and down on him and swirling your hips as you go. Bob’s hands are groping at your ass as he bucks up into you, meeting your thrusts. Your bedroom is filled with your joint breathy moans and the sounds of skin slapping as your ride Bob. One of his hands snakes round from your ass to toy with your clit. It makes you jolt and whine out loudly.
“Fuck. Babe I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” You giggle down at Bob.
He smirks up at you, “That’s the whole point.” He punctuates his sentence with a thrust up into you. He’s been close since the moment you sank down onto him, but wants you to cum first. He rubs circles on your clit, he can feel you tightening around him the more he does. You quicken your pace, chasing your high.
“I’m close, please.” You moan out, rolling your hips down to meet another sharp thrust from Bob. He switches the way he’s circling your clit abruptly and looks up at you, begging,
“Cum for me please, gorgeous.”
You wail slightly on top of him as your peak hits, clenching down on him as you buck up erratically. Your pulsing pushes Bob over the edge and you can feel as he spurts his seed into you with a few jerks of his hips.
You slump down onto his chest as the white hot pleasure starts to fade away. You listen to his beating heart calm with a lazy smirk on your face. Bob is staring down at you with so much adoration in his eyes it’s hard to comprehend.
“You’re amazing, sweetheart.” He whispers.
You look up at him from where your chin is resting on his pec.
“That’s all you, handsome.”
Bob has never been so sure that you’re all he wants to see for the rest of his life.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
a/n: HWJDUEUWJW finally finished this and omfg,,, my fave thing i’ve written to date!!!
sorry that it’s kind of long but i promise it worth itttt
defo will be doing some more w these two bc they are adorbs
pls reblog, comment or send me an ask and tell me what you think !!!!
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pairing || bucky barnes x f!reader
word count || 3235
summary || he would do anything for you.
warnings || smut! dom! bucky x sub! reader, possessive! bucky, a little bit of subspace, choking, little bit of exhibitionism kink, minor pain play, daddy kink (only three times okay i'm sorry i am who i am), degradation, unprotected sex
author's note || 18+ ONLY. not proofread yet. my very first request in a very long time! Anonymous asked: Could you write a Dombucky x Subreader? And if you wouldn't mind jealous!bucky, already established relationship and his dog tags on reader? hope you enjoy nonnie! as always feel free to send in requests or any asks! feel free to reblog! enjoy!
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Today, a select few from the team are supposed to train the new agents, preparing them for the physical aspect of being an agent. Some made it fun or tolerable, like Steve and Sam, who were born leaders and charismatic. Natasha and Wanda enjoyed supervising the sparring sessions. Tony and Bruce enjoyed using technology to throw new obstacles at the agents.
Sometimes literally.
Unfortunately, your grumpy boyfriend, Bucky, just did not find any joy in training days. He didn’t like giving out instructions and praise unless it was you who was under him. He didn’t like supervising weak punches and miscalculated throws. And technology was just a straight-up no for him.
Usually, he could make himself useful with Steve, throwing out no-nonsense orders without making himself a massive part of the effort.
You were taking the elevator down to the gym floor. Fury had instructed you to check everything out and ensure everything went according to the itinerary. 
The doors open, and you glance around to ensure no immediate problems before letting your gaze fall on Bucky; his eyes are already on you. You offer him a bright smile, which he returns with a smirk, and your stomach flutters like it does every time you see him. You’re about 7 feet away from your boyfriend before you feel a hand on your lower back. You startle and turn around to face the newest agent. He has quickly climbed through all of SHIELD’s tests and proven himself to be of great value. He chatted you up last week at Tony’s charity ball, and you tried to let him down gently since you were already happily taken. Bucky was on a mission that day, and you didn’t want to add to his mental load by telling him about some punk who wouldn’t leave you alone.
Apparently, said punk, cannot take no for an answer.
“Back for more, cutie? You finally break up with your imaginary boyfriend?” Marcus teases, but really, he sounds more taunting than playful. You glance over your shoulder as you move away from his grip, and you already see Bucky glaring directly at the spot where Marcus’ hand was on your back. The stopwatch he was holding in his flesh hand shatters, and he doesn’t even flinch when Steve and Sam apologize for him, asking what was wrong as discreetly as they could but one glance over to where you were uncomfortably held hostage by the lean brunet man told them everything they needed to know. 
Bucky cracks his neck, rolling his shoulders up as he stalks towards you two. His looming presence is felt before you can see him in your peripheral vision. You glance up at him and take an instinctive step back toward his hulking body, breathing a sigh of relief because Marcus has to let up now.
He doesn’t.
“Oh hey, Sergeant Barnes, if you don’t mind I’m actually trying to talk to this chick so…” 
The way he talks about you as if you’re not right there makes you physically recoil. Bucky’s eyes harden; he’s not even squaring up to his full stature, and he already easily dwarfs Marcus. Bucky takes a step forward, and everyone in the room comes to a standstill. Everyone shuddering at the sheer anger rolling off of Bucky and the stupidity of Marcus.
Marcus huffs out a laugh. Maybe he gets a little pasty when he’s nervous because he seems to be digging himself a deeper hole when he says something about how many girls fall at his feet and Sarge, you've got to calm down. She’s not worth all that.
In an instant, Steve and Sam command everyone to return to their tasks, and the room begins to bustle again, but with a specific weary energy that was not there before. The very next second, Marcus is picked up by the collar of his black t-shirt and slammed against the wall, the room rattling with the force of it as all the recruits try to ignore the spectacle before them. 
“Touch her again, and I will kill you,” Bucky promises. “If you look at her, I will kill you. If you even think about her, I will fucking kill you. Understand?” His voice is a low grumble, the words resounding and reverberating as you watch Marcus sputter out panicked apologies and his flailing body while Bucky still looks so self-assured and composed. It's as if he’s not scaring a man to death while simultaneously making you drool.
You call out Bucky’s name, and he looks at you over his shoulder, pinning Marcus with one final glare and shove before letting him go as the agent does the walk of shame to the washroom. It’s almost like you’re frozen in your spot. You’ve seen Bucky get aggressive on missions before, but watching him be so willing to defend you, stand up for you when you couldn’t, not even hesitating for a second when he threatened to kill for you. And the worst part is, you were confident he was dead serious. 
Even worse, something about the principle of the situation was really doing it for you.
On the outside, it might have seemed like you were in shock or panic due to the agents’ actions, so Bucky whisked you away to a private interrogation room on the floor above the gym. The whole elevator ride there, his hand is protectively on your lower back, and you just watch the rigid set of his jaw and the anger and possessiveness written all over his features with unmistakable doe eyes. The air in the elevator is thick, and neither of you says a word. Before you know it, Bucky is easily lifting you and placing you on the metal table in the middle of the dull room, and his eyes are scanning yours for any hint of panic or if you’re upset. His hands cup your face gently, the cool vibranium soothing against your heated skin, and he finally breaks the silence. “You’ve gotta say something, baby. Are you okay? After this, that idiot’s going to be gone. I’m sorry if seeing me like that upset you, sweetheart-” Your rushed words cut off his ramble, “I thought that was really hot.” You say quietly and watch as Bucky’s face contorts from one of worry to one of confusion. 
“The way you stood up for me, you were so nonchalant about killing for me. I can’t lie, James. That kind of did something for me.” You continue, biting your lip and scanning him for his reaction, hoping he didn’t take your words in the wrong way. 
He’s silent for a moment. His chest moving steadily with each breath against yours. 
The next moment, his lips are pressed against yours, and you let a surprised squeak out. Your mouth slots open when his wandering hands roughly squeeze your thigh through your satin pants, getting dangerously close to the heat pulsing between your thighs. Taking advantage of your open mouth, Bucky slips his tongue inside your mouth and you buck your hips to seek some friction against your needy core. The kiss is passionate and renders your breathless as he consumes all of your senses. All you can think, see, smell, hear, and feel is James. 
His name falls from your lips in a gasp, you reluctantly pull away to catch your breath, letting your head lull to the side when he peppers sloppy kisses all over your jaw, trailing down your neck and biting and licking on your sweet spot. You swat at his firm bicep, “You’re gonna leave a mark James, stop it.” Your attempt at scolding him is weak, even to your own ears.
You feel Bucky smirk against your sensitive neck, his wandering hands cupping your ass and shamelessly groping and swatting at you. “Oh really? That’s too bad baby. Gonna be a pain to cover up.” He remarks, voice dripping in cockiness.
You scoff and bite back a whimper when he grinds his undoubtedly hard length against your clothed center. Your hands shoot out to stabilize yourself by holding onto his shoulders, a shiver crawling up your spine when a particularly slow grind nudges your aching clit. “You’re such a bad influence you know that?” Your voice lacks any real conviction. Your hips move in tandem with his, both of you sharing messy kisses and your bodies thrumming with lust and pent up energy. 
“I’ll kill anyone who even thinks about looking at you.” Bucky says assuredly, and you can’t help the mewl that escapes your lips at his words. Your hands shakily going to undo his black jeans as he messily pulls yours pants down, being considerate enough not to rip them considering there was still a little more than an hour until the SHIELD training day was over. “Bucky I need you, need you to please-” Your voice is shaky and desperate, as you struggle to unbutton his jeans. He shushes you gently, cooing at you sweetly as he easily unbuttons his jeans, just enough for you to promptly pull out his erect cock. Your mouth practically waters at his length and girth, and you spit onto your hand and begin rubbing his length, swiping your thumb gently over the tip making him hiss and push his hips into your hand. 
You bite your lip and look up at him through hooded eyes, and he slaps your hand away before tearing your panties in half, the top half covering your swollen clit and the bottom scrap of fabric falling limply against the cool table. You barely have time to scold him for ripping your panties before he’s shoving his whole length inside you in one fluid thrust. Your back arches, your legs wrapping around his waist as your buddy erupts in a shiver, a short scream escaping your lips. He swallows the noise with his mouth pressed against yours as he grunts into your mouth, waiting only a short second before he begins to thrust inside you. His thrusts are slow but hard, making the heavy metal table scrape against the floor with the force of each pass of his hips into yours. 
“You’re mine, mine to touch. Mine to have. Mine to take care of.” Bucky grunts out, his movements picking up in pace as emotion swirls in his voice, his metal hand covering your neck, forcing you to stay upright in a position that allowed you to feel all of him. You sob out, digging your nails into his bicep and nodding your head, already succumbing to that foggy feeling you felt when you were so close to your boyfriend. He tuts at you, swatting your face with his flesh hand with enough force to make you moan out and clench around his length. 
“Nuh-uh sweetheart, you’re not going dumb on me that quick. Use your words, tell me you’re mine. Tell me I’m yours.” His voice is commanding and you force yourself to look at him, pulling on his shirt and tugging on his dog tugs to get him closer, your foreheads pressing against each other as his thrusts continue to get faster. “I’m yours James, only yours. You’re only mine. No one else. Just you.” Your words are slurred as he groans out a good girl in approval and decides that he wants your shirt off. He skillfully manages to slip your navy blue long-sleeve off and unhooks your bra in one motion, freeing your tits to the cold air of the room, forcing the buds into sensitive peaks which Bucky is quick to take advantage of. His hands squeeze and pull at your tits, tugging and pinching cruelly at your nipples making you whine. 
Your bodies are pressed so close to one another, each pull of his hips making his pelvis rub against your aching clit, stray tears streaming down your face and your chest heaving and pushed up against Bucky.
If anyone were to walk in right now the picture would be nothing short of debauched. You completely bare on the table, Bucky completely clothed. Getting absolutely plowed if the screech of the metal against the floor was anything to go by. Your moans get higher in pitch and volume making Bucky grunt, another swat to your cheek making your brain foggy. “Shut the fuck up slut. You want everyone to see you getting fucked like the bitch in heat you are?” But if your moans and increasing wetness are anything to go by, yes, a deep and dark part of you does want that. Bucky laughs at you, shaking his head in faux disbelief and you wrap your lips around his dog tags, enjoying the soothing sensation brought by the cool metal. Bucky looks down at your lips wrapped around the dog tags he never seemed to take off and he let out a wrecked sound. You clench around him at the sound making his rhythm falter.
Before you can even process the loss of his proximity, your back is flat against the table and his dog tags are now around your neck, landing on your chest and glimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the room. Bucky slams himself back inside of you, the unmistakable squelch of your wetness filling up the room alongside both of your noises of pleasure. Your high-pitched and pornographic mewls and his low grunts and deep groans. You cry out his name as your head lulls to the side, eyes shutting in bliss as your fingers move to give your aching clit some attention. But Bucky lets out a disappointed grunt, grabbing your jaw in his hand and forcing you to maintain eye contact. “Look away from me again and I won’t let you cum for a fucking week stupid baby.” Bucky threatens. “You better fucking pay attention to who’s fucking you dumb. No need to close your eyes and imagine when you’ve got the real thing right here.”
Each of his words ignites a newfound purpose in Bucky as he pounds into you impossibly harder, his hand swatting against your cheek again and wrapping around your neck, keeping you in place to take all of his thrusts. He knows you always struggle to keep your eyes open and you don’t doubt that he will follow through on his threat. He has always enjoyed testing your weakness and pushing your limits. 
“Feels s’good. You’re so big Jamie. S’big, so good s’too good.” Your words are breathy and frail, your fingers rubbing quick circles around your aching button. A mean laugh rumbles in his chest as he watches the way his dog tags move with your tits, the sight is intoxicating and fuels Bucky to continue his torment. “There she is my dumb little baby. Couldn’t help yourself huh? Can’t help the way your brain goes quiet when I have my dick inside you.” His words should be humiliating but they only spur you on, your fingers on the verge of cramping but the jolts of pleasure are so overwhelming you can’t stop. “Jus’ need you. Need you to make it better. ‘M yours Daddy, only yours.” 
“That’s it baby, I know, I know it feels so good huh. Daddy’s here baby, Daddy’s gonna take care of his needy baby.” Bucky’s head falls back on a moan when you clench around him, your walls pulsing and a ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. Your orgasm was surely just a few moments away and Bucky’s lips curled up in a smirk.
He folds your legs at the knee, sliding you closer to him with the pressure he has on your throat, the angle making him rub against your sweet spot with each deliriously pleasurable thrust. You squeal out his name, getting even louder than before and he shoves his dog tags into your mouth, muffling your garble out unintelligeble pleads to cum. With one hand Bucky squeezes your throat, and with the other he pinches at your nipples, tugging the sensitive flesh before trailing his hand down your body and slapping your hand away from your clit, he moves his lips down to your ears, licking up your earlobe before whispering his command, “Cum. Cum right fucking now or you don’t get to cum at all.” His fingers pinch your clit and the sudden burst of pain has you tensing your legs up, squealing out nonsense around the dog tags in your mouth and reaching your peak. Your body shakes against the table as Bucky pounds you through your high, his words of encouragement falling on deaf ears as you teeter between consciousness and unconsciouness. His body overwhelming your mind and soul. 
His fingers release your throat and you look up at him with watery eyes, bringing him down to rest your foreheads against each other as he nears his own high. Your lips are pressing against each other, “There isn’t a single person in the world I wouldn’t kill for you. I would do anything for you. You are everything to me.” Bucky murmurs in a pussy-drunk stupor. But the words are true, he has said them to you before and will say them a thousand times again. You taught him how to live again, not just survive. 
A broken cry falls from your lips from sensitivity and Bucky’s impassioned thrusts turn sloppy as he moans out your name, pulling you impossibly closer as he fills you with his cum. At the feeling of being completely stuffed by him, your second release is triggered and you shake in his hold as he comes down from his high. He presses lazy kisses against your lips and rubs his hands soothingly up and down your body, easing you out of your submissive state. He gently pulls himself out, using the handkerchief he carries around to wipe your thighs clean, but letting his cum keep your pussy messy. He quickly wipes himself off and helps you dress yourself. 
A few more giggly kisses and you’re pretty much ready to go back down to the gym. Just in time to catch the final thing on today’s agenda: sparring. Bucky walks one step behind you, his hand back again on your lower back protectively as a path is cleared to the front of the ring where your friends are supervising Marcus and another recruit preparing for the second round of their match. Natasha and Wanda offer you knowing smirks and you roll your eyes with heat creeping up cheeks as you shyly glance up at Bucky through your eyelashes to find him already looking at you with a stupid smile. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek and watches with intent as Steve and Sam coach their respective agents. 
“Looking strong, Marcus!” Bucky calls out and you swat his chest making him laugh. Marcus takes one look at you, Bucky’s dog tags now around your neck and falling on your shirt, teeth imprints on your neck, and swollen lips. Poor Marcus falters, and the other recruit takes advantage of his distraction and easily tackles him to the ground, winning the second round. Bucky takes a single step closer to the ring where Sam is helping Marcus up, and the smirk on your arrogant boyfriend’s face is adorable. “Better luck next time buddy,” he says supportively. Sam flicks Bucky in the forehead, unable to hide the smile on his face, “Dumbass.”
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Thisssssd is everything.
TikTok (Drabble)
Pairing: Hook x Reader Word Count: 515 Description: Y/n asks Tyler to make a TikTok with her.
Just a random little idea that came in my head after seeing few of these. ______ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose​ @99hook @madhatterbri @sjwrites22​ @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497​ @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars
Hook taglist: @wickedval If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. _____ Tyler chuckled leaning against the wall as he watched his friend dancing in front of her phone. “Are you doing those Tiktak things again?” He asked after she paused the camera he couldn’t help but catch himself smiling when she looked back at him amusement on her face. “They’re called TikToks and yes, it is I’m bored so I figured I would make some to pass the time.” Y/n said as she saved her draft before turning around quickly putting on her best pouty face. “Will you do one with me? Just one please?” Groaning he pushed the hair out of his face looking at her as he thought, she had been asking him for months to do one of these videos. He always managed to put her off or find some excuse, but he didn’t have any today. “Okay fine but only one just tell me what to do.” He said with a sigh.
“Basically, you just stand there and react to the lyrics I lip sync too, I’ll grab your shirt lightly and then let go. You’ll see as we go, we can always do a practice one or two until you’re comfortable.” Nodding Tyler watched as Y/n walked over to phone and did a few things on it she walked back to him after pressing a remote in her hand. Leaning into him she looked up and smiled grabbing his shirt lightly as the song played.
‘I’m using your shirt as a pillow case.’ Tyler smiled raising a brow at her as she let him go looking away for a moment then back to him cupping his face with her hands. ‘I wanna ruin our friendship we should be lovers instead.”
Tyler felt his mouth go dry as her eyes met his, y/n let him go walking back to her phone after pressing stop with the remote. Saving it to her drafts she turned back to Tyler a brow raised. “Well, what did you think?” “I think it was okay should we give it another go?”
“Absolutely do you think you can do it and look natural?” “Yes I think I got it now.”
“Perfect.”
Y/n smiles and once they’re set up again, she pressed the remote and lightly pulled his shirt smiling as she lipped the words.
‘I’m using your shirt as a pillow case.’
Tyler smirked watching her Y/n looked away again but stepped close to him her eyes looking into his.
“I wanna ruin our friendship.”
Releasing him Tyler grabbed her by the neck pulling her back in as he lipped synced along.
‘We should be lovers instead.’
His lips pressed into hers in a soft kiss, her breath catching as they parted after a moment searching his gaze. Both their faces heated up as they both took a step back trying to collect their thoughts before Tyler spoke.
“Maybe we should do another I feel like that one should be kept private.”
Taking the remote he clicked stop searching her face as a smile slowly crept onto it.
“I think your locker room would be much better suited.”
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writtingrose · 23 days
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Fuck me he’s so damn FINE.
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For you!
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writtingrose · 25 days
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Let's just ✨️ imagine ✨️
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writtingrose · 29 days
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I’m weakkkkkk
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Impressions on the Inside of Your Thigh
summary: Head Ranch Hand James "Bucky" Barnes has had a very, very long day. Only way to remedy it is to make you squeal.
pairings: Beefy!Cowboy!Bucky Barnes x F!RanchHand!Reader
warnings: good ol' fashioned grinding up against a wall, petnames and not-so-pet names (tottie means 'fast girl' in western), choking, hand job/fingering (f receiving), horny cowboy has long day and wants to play, making out, dirty talk
word count: 1.9k
a/n: thought y'all would like this little goodie before the holiday one of the things i'm thankful for is sebastian stan in a cowboy hat ;) this was literally birthed from a singular daydream while I was driving home from work the other day listening to Feathered Indians by Tyler Childers. Couldn't stop thinking about it so here we are. This is also the first smut I have EVER FUCKING WRITTEN AND PUBLISHED??? which is something I would have never imagined but the mind is a mysterious thing.
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Remnants of dust snaked their way into your lungs, the scent of sweat and horse and earth mixing in the familiarity of one another. The kitchen lights flickered as the dishwasher hummed, a pot of homemade roast simmering softly on the stovetop.
There was nowhere else you would rather be than the bunkhouse. 
You’d be an idiot to admit you wanted to be anywhere else, honestly– especially while Head Ranch Hand James “Bucky” Barnes rutted you up against the weathered wooden walls, creaks and moans coming from both house and human. 
Your vice grip on his shoulders only drove him further, devouring you with his lips on your neck while his calloused hands groped you up and down like a desperate and dying blind man. Your shirt lay open without the help of its buttons, long gone since the minute he’d walked through the door and tore you open. They’d scattered about, under chairs and beds and across the kitchen. You only thought it was fair to trade your shirt for his, discarding it somewhere near the dinner table along with his signature white cowboy hat. 
Electricity coursed through you as your torso bared against his, godly large hands palming your breasts as your bra threatened to snap. His thighs, clad in dirtied denim and fitted leather, straddled you, nuzzling a hard knee in between your legs. You fought for your life as you mewled; friction unlocking your throat, allowing a carnal cry to escape. It echoed through the empty house. You squealed, from both the surprise of James’s hand bolting to cover your mouth and even more arousal as he moved his knee just right.
“Careful, now, chickadee,” he rasped into your ear, “Don’t want anyone to hear ya ‘n think you’re a fuckin’ tottie, now, do ya?” He jutted hard into you as the slur left his lips. Your body shook and you moaned behind his hand in response. He smirked, knowing he could hog-tie you and you’d still thank him. 
He didn’t kick down the bunkhouse door after a long day just to spoon you. 
“Yeah, you like that ya fuckin’ tottie, huh? Like it when I call ya what y’are?” His hand moved to your throat, calloused fingers wrapping around your windpipe. You gasped, fingernails digging further into his back and nodding. He could call you a flat-out whore and you wouldn’t even flinch. 
“Please, James,” you choked, feeling his grip tighten further. Your thighs clamped tighter around his, arousal soaking through your jeans as the friction dragged you through pain and pleasure wrapped up in one big coil waiting to snap in your stomach. 
“It’s Buck, chickadee,” he growled, scraping his stubble and lips across your cheek and meeting yours in a hungry kiss. It gripped you, all tongue and teeth and need, ravaging you like a mongrel dog. He bit down on your bottom lip, sucking in the tender flesh as another moan came from your chest. He chuckled, satisfied with your undoing. His free hand left its place from palming your tender breast, gathering your hands from his stone-carved chest and raising them above you, firmly holding them over you like a prized kill. You gaped at his act, jaw slack and lungs gasping for more oxygen– for more of him.
“Mine,” he claimed as he slammed your restrained wrists against the oak wood walls. You panted as your new necklace released your throat and shot to your core, greedily grabbing your denim-clad core hard. 
“Also, mine.” 
You didn’t dare look away from him, his brilliant baby blues demanding every drop of focus you could spare. Your head spun as he continued to roughly grope your core, fingers unashamedly teasing your clit through your clothing as they pinpointed the spot his knee had discovered earlier. Desperate for his lips you lunged for him, only to be firmly held against the wall with gripping restraint.
“What’s the matter, tottie? You don’t like me playin’ with my dinner?” he tsked, shaking his head with a devilish smirk spreading across his face. You whimpered in response, jutting your lip out in an attempt to dissuade him from your restraint against the wall. When that only turned his smirk upward, you batted your lashes as you bit down on your bottom lip and rolled it through your teeth.
“You can play with your food all you want,” you said, sultry honey dripping into your tone. As much as you loved being his prey, you knew he was starving. 
“But daddy’s gotta eat at some point.”
He became undone.
He grunted, pushing back into you as he seared your lips, his tongue jutting into yours as you both collided. He moaned as you took his lip between your teeth and bit down, marking him as he had done to you. His hands moved again, slipping between you and the wood behind and hooking underneath your ass, leaning you back and into his arms. Your ankles instinctively wrapped around his hips, holding on tightly as he turned back towards the kitchen. Your lips continued locked together as he clumsily navigated through the living room and into the kitchen, your feet hitting the edge of the kitchen table as he spun around.
Your core lit ablaze, the rope in your stomach knotting as he fell forward, spilling you onto the antique barn wood surface. Your knees creased the edge, calves hanging off the table as you laid with haloed hair and bruised lips, staring at him through lidded eyes. He took you in, chest heaving as his lust-blown pupils scanned you up and down. He licked his lips, almost drooling over the task set before him. 
“What are ya waitin’ for, cowboy?” you breathed, voice shaking in a horrible attempt to mask your desperation stemming from your throbbing clit. You wanted your jeans off and you wanted them off now.  
“Wanted t’admire ya before I ruined ya.”
In one swift motion, he bent over your core, kissing the denim barrier as he popped the button and unzipped your jeans, his mouth only leaving briefly as he slid them down and off of you, tossing them somewhere behind him. Your breath hitched as he returned to his place at your core, now only one thin wall separating him from his main course. His nose nudged your clit as he kissed the crease between your legs, fingers wandering every which way as he groped you. 
“Bucky, pl–please,” you pleaded, heart racing as you could feel the slick flood out of you. You grabbed the edges of the table, bracing yourself as his teeth skimmed the waistband and took the thin fabric between his lips. You knew what was to come. 
You relished it. 
He held tight to your hips, thumbs grazing the soft spots on each side that made you buck your hips as he tore upwards, fabric ripping away from your body and finally exposing you. He spat the shreds over his shoulder and instantly dropped to his knees– a sight you knew would haunt your dreams that night. 
Your dreams and your pussy.
His tongue took its first lap at your folds, a guttural groan erupting from his chest as he smacked his lips. The first taste was always the sweetest to him, a flavor he never grew sick of as he nudged deeper and licked your entrance. He drank you in with pride, sucking your swollen clit and smiling against you as you uttered the most heavenly sounds. The wines, the gasps– every sound you made was a symphony scoring his actions, egging him further into you as his tongue entered you. He swirled into you, spelling his name with deep strokes as he held down your hips. From above it was a scene of worship: him, kneeled over you like you were the last drink of water he’d ever have on earth; you, back arched with hands in your hair while mewls turned to moans, escaping you relentlessly. 
He moved again, kissing your folds good luck as his hands migrated; one under you to your ass, the other to the top of your mound. His thumb pressed against your clit, bruised and puffy as all hell, before moving to make way for his mouth. Hot breath clouded over your slit as his index and middle fingers dipped in between your folds, slicking and swirling them, teasing your entrance as he played you like a fiddle. The whines, the whimpers– you didn’t care who heard you. 
All you cared about was the rope in your stomach knotting tighter and together, desperate for him to rip it apart. 
He slipped his digits into you, the two stretching your walls with the most pleasurable pain. Your eyes scrunched shut as your hand made a beeline for his hair, fistful of chocolate locks pulling at him like a bridled stallion. He groaned as you grabbed, the pulling making his cock stretch against his jeans. It only made his knuckles bottom out your hole, fingers hooking up into you and releasing a burst of pleasure. You writhed as he thrust faster, picking up speed and bottoming out repeatedly, thumb swirling over your clit harder, faster. Your grip left his locks and you ran your nails over his scalp, scratching his skin and grabbing the roots of his hair. 
Grunting as his hand thrust into you with each clap, his lips found their way around your clit once more, tongue swirling once more around the puffy bud. 
“Chickadee,” he growled. You lifted your head, smug baby blues meeting your gaze and dancing over your heated face. Heart pumping, banging against your rib cage, you gulped as he commanded the only word you’d been waiting to hear. 
“Come.”
In the same beat, he unleashed a wave of pleasure: one final thrust into you with knuckles against your entrance, his other hand bruising your ass with a vice grip, and, pursed, unbeatable lips sucking in your puffy clit to meet his tongue one last time. 
The knotted rope snapped, your back arching and a howl erupting from your chest; your jaw and muscles locked into an ‘O’, eyes rolling back to meet your brain. He stayed buried in you as you rode his hand out, drenching his hand completely with your come. As you come down, he removes his fingers, sliding them out painfully slow, relishing the final jerks of your climax. 
As you came down, breathless with ringing ears, he rose, moving to your side. Looking down at his work, a grin spilled across his face, lustful and proud. You stared back up at him, eyes shining as you reached for him. He obliged this time, bending down with your hands cupping his face and kissing him softly. He tasted like you– and he made sure you knew so by darting his tongue out and quickly swiping across your lips.
You giggled, sitting up and hopping off the table to face him. Looking at eachother for a moment, you reached to tuck a lock of chocolate behind his ear. He kissed your hand as you brought it back, scruff scratching your palm. 
“That’s my girl,” he praised. You smirked, your hands grazing his shoulders and down his chest, looking up at him through your lashes with the doe eyes you knew he couldn’t resist. 
“That’s me, cowboy,” you giggled, hands gliding down his waist and hooking onto the waistband of his jeans. 
“Now, how ‘bout some dessert?”
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