My Dad (Unattractive But Super Social) + My Mom (Attractive But Social) = Me (Unattractive And With Social

This is beautifully written but the audacity of this man?

Promise Not to Promise Anymore

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: Drinking, mentions of cheating, angst

Word count: 2448

A/N: This is an idea that I’ve been struggling with for a while, I’m so glad I’ve finally been able to get the words to sort themselves out. Special thank you to @krirebr for helping me so much with the process. Without you literally nothing would ever be posted here 😂. (Yes I am aware that I barely post…I’m working on it!) Any feedback that you could leave would be really appreciated. ❤️

The day had been uneventful, boring, normal. But something about the day had your skin crawling. You weren’t sure what had set you off, and yet here you were pacing. Something you only did when you were anxious.

Your phone chirped with another notification, probably one of your socials. Your anxiety had you reaching for it immediately. Seeing the name of your ex pop up on the screen had your stomach dropping immediately. Neither of you had reached out in months. The man who had blustered out of your life as fast as he had blustered in was texting you.

You threw the phone onto the couch without reading the notification. Sure you could find out immediately what he wanted if you actually read the text, instead you screamed into the throw pillow. Your mind began to run with all of the possibilities of why this man would choose now to text you. Did he want money? Was he dying? Was he texting just to let you know how little you meant to him?

The last one, it was definitely the last one.

You stood from the couch and glared at the small black rectangle that had ruined your otherwise boring day. Your phone chirped again, and you physically recoiled from the sound. Deciding a drink would help with whatever it was your ex wanted you dazedly walked to the kitchen. When you opened the fridge, your gaze immediately found the bottle of wine you had bought on a whim on the weekend. Something the lady at the grocery store had recommended since you looked so lost in the wine section. Grabbing the bottle and bypassing a glass was the best way to handle this conversation you decided.

You sat on the couch, taking a long pull from the neck of the bottle before reaching for your phone. Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves you unlocked the phone screen and tapped on the messages icon. There was his name in big bold letters: Andy. You hesitated as your finger hovered over the message, you could see his second message clearly Are you too busy to talk now? Maybe you could just not read it. Or read them and never respond. Or read them and respond later.

You hated every single one of those options, because you knew as soon as you opened these messages you’d be responding immediately. You took another long pull from your bottle, and placed the phone back down beside you. You needed your mind to stop. The thinking, the over-thinking, it was too much. You flipped on the TV to distract yourself and curled up like a cat. Your phone chirped again from under a throw pillow, and you pointedly ignored it.

You weren’t ready to deal with Andy. You had thought when he ended things that you would never hear from him again. Devastated. That was the only word you could use to describe how you felt after he left. You still didn’t even understand why he had ended things, only that he clearly hadn’t felt as strongly as you did about him.

There was another chirp that had you sighing and grabbing for your phone. You had to deal with it, or he wouldn’t stop. That was Andy. You pulled up the messages anticipating at least a double text, but completely unprepared for all the messages he had sent you,

I know this is out of the blue, but I need to speak to you.

Are you too busy to talk now?

Please Honey, I need to talk to you.

It’s important.

Honey…

Of course, the man could double text you, but would refuse to supply what he actually wanted to speak to you about. You typed out several potential responses before deciding on something polite but to the point.

Andy, I can talk. What’s going on?

You didn’t have to wait long for Andy’s equally to the point response.

Can I call you?

You stared at the message for a moment. You knew you couldn’t hear his voice, it would take you right back to where you were. All those months ago when he broke your heart. All the hurt, and the anger, it would be right there.

As you debated what to say, your phone began to ring. The man had absolutely no patience. You stared at his name, and without thinking answered the phone.

“Hello…” You sat and waited for him to say his peace, how bad could it be.

”Honey, I’m sorry.” You shuddered as Andy’s voice came through the phone. You forgot how his deep timbre had always made you feel comforted, and safe, and warm. “How are you doing? I know I shouldn’t be…I don’t…Are you okay?”

You hesitated before you answered. Months ago you would’ve known exactly what to say to Andy to make him feel better. Now it felt like you were talking to a stranger. “I’m fine Andy. Why are you hammer messaging me?”

Andy chuckled lightly, and you smiled at the lilting notes. “You haven’t changed.” Your eye twitched at that comment. “I just, I needed to hear your voice, Honey.”

”So you messaged me repeatedly?” You could hear the annoyance in your tone, which meant that Andy could hear it ten times louder.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done this…” Andy trailed off and sighed. You huffed and pulled the phone away from your ear for a moment so you could murmur your annoyance to yourself.

”Just say it Andy, why did you reach out? Why are we on the phone?” You pulled at the threads on the throw pillow under your arm.

“I miss you.”

You felt the air leave your lungs. You couldn’t have heard him right. He missed you? No, no he was dying, or broke, or literally anything else.

“You-what?” You spluttered out the only thought that came to your mind.

Andy chuckled nervously, “I miss you. I miss your smile, and your laugh. I miss the way your forehead pinches when you’re focused. I miss the way you would take care of me. The moment I ended things? I knew I had made a mistake, and so I told myself that it was kinder to you, to just move on.”

You sat there in silence, shocked at his sudden declarations. “Why, why did you end things? What happened? Andy, I loved you so much, and then out of nowhere you just up and ended things.”

You heard Andy sigh on the other end of the phone. You could picture him scrubbing his hand down his face and scratching at the beard hairs on his chin. His nervous habit. “I got scared, I think.” He chuckled again, “I know it’s not a good excuse…”

You rolled your eyes. “That’s a terrible excuse Andy. What scared you? That I loved you? That I wanted to be a part of your life? Please tell me, what exactly scared you so badly that you ended the best relationship I’ve ever had?”

You slapped a hand over your mouth. You hadn’t meant to let all of that out.

There was a long drawn out silence. “I think it was how strongly I felt about you. I was…scared of what that meant. Before I met you I thought I knew what love was. I was sure I had felt it. But once that feeling truly hit me? I couldn’t actually function.” Andy sighed again, “This isn’t coming out right.”

You took another long pull off of your bottle of wine. You let Andy’s words roll over in your mind. Could he actually be telling the truth? His love for you was so strong that he got scared. It just didn’t seem right, there was something else, there had to be.

“So what you’re saying is, our love was too much for you?” Your tone rang with annoyance and a little bit of desperation. You remembered any time you had tried to get something out of Andy that he didn’t want to tell you, how carefully you’d have to tread, otherwise he would shut down. As much as you wanted to tell him off, end the call and block his number forever. There was still a part of you that needed to know the real reason, so before Andy could respond you continued. “Andy, as much as I love this game of cat and mouse we’re playing, where it’s like pulling teeth to get information out of you,” You heard him softly chuckle on the other end of the line, “I just need the truth, maybe it will hurt me, maybe it won’t but I need it.”

There was a long silence on the line. Although it made you nervous and want to say something to fill it, you sat and sipped on your slowly warming wine while you waited for his response. Your bluntness would have one of two effects: either he would fold and tell you what you wanted, no needed to know, or he would shut down and it would be months, if ever, before you heard from him again.

His heavy sigh preceded his response, “You’re right, and wrong.” He paused as if he was gathering his thoughts. “It is true that the feeling of love between us scared me, but it’s also that it scared me so much that…”

”That what?” You knew what he was going to say, felt it deep within your soul. Your heart was about to be broken by Andy Barber once again, and what was worse, you had practically asked him to do it this time.

”I slept with someone else. It only happened once, but it was before I ended things.”

“I see.” It was all you could get out. You could feel the twisting in your chest again, the anger burning behind your eyes, the tears welling and choking you with their strength.

”I’m so sorry Honey. As soon as it was over I knew I had fucked up. But I also knew if that I couldn’t be with you still, it wasn’t fair to you.” You could hear the pleading in his voice, and it only made the anger burn stronger. Like his words had lit a match and poured kerosene over top.

“So you called me now, to…what? Make yourself feel better?” Your breathing was hard, almost panting in your anger.

”I don’t know why I’m calling. I just know that I’ve regretted that decision ever since. I miss what you brought to my life: the pure joy, the love I could feel down to my core.” Andy’s voice was strained. It was only then that you realized he was crying.

”Are you drunk Andy?” It was the only time you had ever seen him cry, when he had one too many with the boys after work.

”No, I swear. I promise Honey, I haven’t had a drink tonight.”

You took another sip of wine. Contemplating the truth in Andy’s words, the burn of his betrayal. This was just too much.

“Well I’m glad you’ve finally told me the truth Andy. Even if it is months later.” You hugged your throw pillow to your chest as you prepared yourself to say the words that you knew would hurt him as much as they would hurt you. “I can’t forgive you, for any of it. Please, just leave me alone.”

Before you could second guess your decision, you hung up the phone. You stared blankly at the TV screen, not even remembering what you had put on in the first place. What shook you from your reverie was a dull thud from your door. Like someone had just planted their forehead against it.

You stood and quickly crossed the room to check what the noise was. It was only once your hand was on the handle you knew: Andy. You unlocked the door, and twisted the handle slowly, knowing the man who had destroyed you not once, but twice was standing on the other side.

When your eyes connected with his, you could feel all of the love, joy and affection come flooding back. It took everything within you to not jump into his arms and sob until you had nothing left. Instead you gripped the doorframe like it was the only thing holding you up.

”Honey…” Andy’s voice was just above a whisper, so quiet that you weren’t even sure you heard it. His hands reached out and thumbed at the tears quietly streaming down your face. “Oh Honey, I’m so sorry.”

With that he pulled you against his chest. You could smell the high end cologne he wore to work, and the underlying scent of pure Andy. The warmth of his chest and his arms wrapping around your back had you losing all control. You sobbed with abandon into his neck, no words leaving your lips. Andy scooped you up and walked you both into your apartment. Using his foot to shut the door behind him.

He sat down on your couch, with you tucked against his chest and began murmuring quietly to you. You couldn’t make out most of it, but did catch the odd word. “Shh Honey.” “I know, I’m so sorry.” “Just let it out, okay?”

When you finally felt like you could cry no more, you pulled your face from Andy’s neck. You could feel how swollen your eyes were, in fact your whole face felt puffy. “I still don’t forgive you.”

Andy let out a full belly laugh at your meekly spoken words. To which you glared at him and crossed your arms across your chest.

”Okay, okay.” He wheezed in a breath, “I’m sorry Honey. Please just give me a chance to make it up to you. Even if that means I don’t get to feel your love again, let me just try to make this right.”

You reached out and stroked his cheek. Feeling his soft skin contrast with the roughness of his beard. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, see the grayness of his skin. “I need time Andy.”

He sighed, and let his eyes flutter shut. “Of course Honey, whatever you need.”

You reluctantly stood from his embrace, “Please leave Andy, I’ll call you when I’m ready.”

He nodded solemnly. Andy stood, he moved to hug you, but you took a few steps out of his reach. He nodded again before heading for the door.

”Honey?” His back was still to you.

”Yeah?”

”I still love you, more than anything. And I promise to do everything I can to show you that.”

”Andy, maybe we should both promise not to promise anymore.”

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Bucky’s New Bike

Warning: smut, explicit sexual content, oral- female receiving, unprotected sex, explicit language (must be 18+) complete shit writing but this was for my own indulgence....

• your boyfriend Bucky just got a new bike

• the type the you had always heard people call crotch rockets

• you weren't really into bikes, but Bucky loved them

• you didn't mind, as long as he didn't get grease everywhere

• Bucky loved the stupid thing, maybe even more then you

• the amount of time he spent tinkering with the damn thing was kinda making you jealous

• ‘Buck, come on' you whined, bouncing your leg, arms crossed impatiently as you stood in the garage, waiting on your boyfriend

• he had promised to take you out tonight, but that was an hour ago

• 'I hate this stupid bike' you scowled, turning to leave the garage, when Bucky grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him

• you crashed into his hard body as he planted a kiss to your lips

• 'is my baby jealous?' He smirked down at you, resting your foreheads together

• 'you don't pay attention to me anymore' you pouted out your bottom lip

• 'come here' he smirked, dragging you to his motorcycle, and spinning you around, pressing you down until you were sitting sideways on it

• Bucky kneeled down in front of you, reaching up your skirt and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties

• your breath quickened as he pulled your panties down your legs and off your body, stuffing them in the pocket of his leather coat

• Bucky bunched your skirt up to your waist and looked up at you as the pad of his thumb found your clit

• you bit your lip, stifling a whimper as you watched him hungrily work over your clit

• 'that feel good, baby?' He smirked, dipping his thumb into your cunt, spreading your slick back up over your folds, your mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure

• Bucky leaned in, planting an open mouth kiss to your clit and your body jolted, moaning as your hands went to his hair, tugging

• 'fuck, Bucky' you whimpered, rutting your hips into his mouth

• Bucky hummed, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass at the sides of your hips

• 'please, baby' you panted, leaning back to give him better access to your cunt, gripping the bike for stability

• Bucky licked a long strip up your folds before rocking back on his haunches and staring up at you

• you looked down at him with glossy eyes, thighs trembling to keep yourself upright

• Bucky stood, pulling you up as a whimper let your objections be known

• 'come here, baby' he chuckled

• Bucky ran his hand from your waist down your skirt over your bare leg until he landed on your lower thigh

• Bucky hooked the back of your knee with one hand, throwing your leg over the motorcycle

• 'no, Bucky' you started to protest, but he climbed on behind you, pressing his bulge into you, you felt it twitch as you rocked your ass back into him

• Bucky leaned over, starting the motorcycle and you felt in rumble between your legs

• 'Bucky, What are we doing? I don't want to drive it' you said, as he reached around bunching your skirt up your body

• you gasped as the cool metal of the bike was against your hot sex

• Bucky wrapped his hand around you gently massaged your folds upwards, you gasped again as the cool metal kissed your clit

• you head the unzipping of Bucky's pants as you rocked forward, enjoying the vibration between your legs

• you startled as you felt his cock spring free from his pants and rut into your ass cheek

• ‘you gonna be good for me, baby?’ Bucky groaned, fisting his cock

• ‘yes’ you panted, hands gripping the bike as a giggle escaped your lips, the combination of vibration and cold metal against your center was overpowering your senses

• 'fuck' you moaned as Bucky revved the engine, sending vibrations straight to your core

• Bucky pushed you forward and ran his seeping cock through your slick folds, sliding into you as you rubbed your wet pussy, grinding it into his bike

• 'that's it baby, make a mess on my bike' he groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside your clenching walls

• Bucky's large frame towered over you as he fucked you deep, leaning over his bike, grinding you into it

• you leaned forward, eyes rolling back from the sensation of Bucky's dick deep inside you as the bike continued to vibrate your clit towards a toe curling orgasm

• ‘let go for me, baby’ he groaned, pinning you to the bike as he rutted into you, vigorously

• your body began to tremble as you cried out his name, orgasm ripping though your body

• Bucky’s hips faltered as he snapped up into you meeting his own hot release as your pussy fluttered around him

• you were slumped over, clinging to the bike, completely fucked out and unable to move

• Bucky lifted you off the bike and cleaned you up before carrying you upstairs

• Bucky couldn’t help but admire the shiny slick spot of arousal left on his bike

• mumbling something about his bike never looking better

𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮

Summary: Filming different home ✨videos✨ with different characters.

Pairings: Andy Barber x fem!Reader, Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: All smut – filming, blow job, swallowing, thigh riding, cumshot, some spanking (just twice I guess), anal plug use, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie, 18+

Word count: ~1,500

A/n: Shout out to the lovely anon who gave me ideas for Steve’s part 🥰

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Andy Barber

“How do I look?” You tease him, winking right at the phone in his hand, recording you kneeling in front of him.

“Fucking gorgeous.” His free hand moves to rest on your cheek, his thumb ghosting over your lips until you part them enough to take it into your mouth.

Giving him a show already, you suck on his finger, swirling your tongue around, and let him push it further until you gag lightly.

“Better be getting my good angles,” you joke, catching your breath when he pulls his hand away.

“You don’t have bad angles, sweetheart.”

With a lighthearted roll of your eyes, you set your hands on his hips, fingers hooking into the waistband of his briefs. They still there, your lips following to press kisses against his lower abdomen, then trailing lower. His cock twitches at the attention, earning a quiet groan from him and a giggle from you. Another teasing look to the camera and you’re biting your lip, moving back enough to finally pull the fabric down just to let his cock spring free.

You waste no time taking him into your hand, lazily stroking him a few times before leaning in to run your tongue along his length slowly, all while keeping your eyes on him above you.

“Christ, honey,” he groans, watching you through the small screen to make sure he’s capturing it. “Keep going.”

His breath hitches when your lips wrap around the head of his cock, your tongue paying special attention to the sensitive spot on the underside.

Feeling his free hand once again, this time on the back of your neck, you take the hint and begin taking more of him into your mouth. Your hand covers what you can’t handle, moving in time with your mouth.

You moan around him, the vibrations causing his breathing to quicken and an involuntary thrust of his hips. That makes you gag, swiftly pulling your head back but still working him with your hand.

“Do you want me to swallow?” Your question comes out breathless.

It takes him a moment to register what you said, his own mind too hazy to answer coherently. “I– Uh,” he pants, looking down at you. “You don’t have to.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes,” he blurts out, just needing you to keep going.

You double your efforts, pumping your fist quicker until you know he’s on the edge. Opening your mouth, you beg for it. “Give it to me. Please, cum in my mouth.”

It does it for him. A guttural moan rips from his throat, his hips stuttering as his release spills into your mouth.

He watches you as he catches his breath, swallowing everything he gave you, and he curses under his breath.

Sitting back, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at him once more. “Was that good or do we need to film a take two?”

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Steve Rogers

“There’s my pretty girl,” he coos, panning the camera up toward your face. Your hands quickly move to cover it though, your cheeks immediately heating up at the realization of what you’re doing. “Hey, don’t be shy. This was your idea,” he teases. “Look at the camera.”

Slowly lowering your hands, you place them back on his shoulders for support, picking up the pace of your hips again to grind your cunt against his thigh.

Doing your best to offer some eye contact to the camera for him, you can’t help but laugh and turn your face away. Your laugh suddenly turns into a whine though when he flexes his thigh, adding to the pressure against your aching clit.

“Good girl,” he praises when you don’t stop. “Keep going. Look so pretty like this, darling.”

Angling the camera back down to where your core meets his leg, he chuckles, the movement once again making you whimper. “You’re making such a mess,” he points out, referring to the wet spot on his pants. “I’ll have to make you watch this later so you can see it too.”

“Steve,” you whine, partly from dreading the humiliation of that, but also from feeling yourself quickly approaching the edge. “Can I–” You don’t get the question out before letting out a desperate moan.

“You can do better than that.” His tone is teasing as he puts the camera back on your face. “Ask nicely.”

Too focused on chasing your high, you don’t have the chance to be timid. “Please, can I cum?” You’re looking right into the camera this time. “Please, Steve.”

“Let go for me, sweetheart.”

Throwing your head back, your hips jerk against his leg, pleasure washing over you in waves. He stops filming when you fall forward, body slumping against his. He needs both hands free to hold you, rubbing your back gently as you steady your breathing.

“That was really good,” you breathe out, laughing a little.

“That’ll definitely come in handy,” he chuckles. “Good idea, sweetheart.”

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Ransom Drysdale

“Fuck,” he breathes out, dropping his face to your neck.

He gives you a minute to come down from your second orgasm tonight before pushing himself off of you and leaning over to grab the phone from where it’s been propped up and filming from the nightstand thus far.

His fingers tapping against your side get your attention, your eyes fluttering open to be met with him holding the phone now, making you the main focus.

“Turn over, babe. Let’s see that pretty ass now.”

Groaning, you turn over onto shaky hands and knees, giving him the perfect view of your ass and the pink heart-shaped jewel on the end of the anal plug he got you.

“Hell yeah,” he marvels, pushing on it, earning a whimper from you. It’s enough to make your arms give out, your face resting against the sheets now. “Good to keep going, babygirl?”

“Yes, please.”

You gasp feeling his cock push back into you. He easily falls back into his rhythm from before, hips slapping against your ass with each thrust.

“You look so fucking good from this angle,” he grunts, punctuating his praise with a slap of his hand against your ass.

“Shit, Ran,” you choke out, gripping fistfuls of the sheets in your hands. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you feel like you’re right on the edge again.

“What, gonna cum again already?”

“Please,” you whine. “Want you to cum with me.”

He curses under his breath, and his thrusts become harder, determined to make you fall apart again.

“Oh, God–” The trembling of your legs tells him you’re right there.

“Come on,” he pants, slapping your ass one more time. “Give it to me.”

With a scream of his name, you’re hurdling over the edge for the third time, cunt spasming around his cock, and it’s enough to bring him with you. Quickly pulling out, he jerks his cock until his cum is painting your ass, giving him the perfect frame to end the video with.

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Ari Levinson

“God, look at you go,” he groans, teasing as he watches you through the screen of his phone, bouncing on his dick.

“Stop,” you whine, but can’t help but laugh. “You’re making me nervous.”

“How am I making you nervous, sweetheart?”

“Do I look okay?”

“You look fucking amazing,” he breathes out. “And the best part is this view is all for me. Only for me.”

Pressing your hands on his chest for leverage, you grind your hips deeper, both of you letting out moans from the new angle.

“Want you to make yourself cum, pretty girl.” His free hand slips down from your hip, his thumb pressing against your clit. Rolling your head back, you cry out his name. “Come on.”

“I’m gonna–” Your own silent moan cuts you off, your vision going dark as you hit your peak.

When your legs begin to quiver, he takes over, thrusting his hips up, chasing his own climax. “Right there with you, baby. Fuck–”

His hips still and his thighs tense as his release spills inside you. Your heavy breaths are the only sound in the room until he asks if you’re ok.

“My legs hurt,” you laugh, dropping your face as you become aware of the camera on you again.

“Here, lift up,” he begins, panning the camera down to where your bodies are still connected. “Up…”

Listening, you slowly push off of him, letting his cock slip out of you, and you whimper. It’s followed by his groan though as he watches his cum drip out of you. “That’s it,” he smirks. He ends the video there, tossing the phone across the bed. “Come here.”

Gently falling forward, you lay on top of him, his arms coming up to wrap around you.

“I can’t believe we did that.”

“We can delete it right away if you–”

“No,” you chuckle, pressing a kiss to his neck. “It’s okay. I kinda want to see it.”

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Pancakes & Promises

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader Word Count: 794 Summary: You both want breakfast, but neither of you want to cook it, it’s only a matter of time before one of you cave. Warnings: Sexual themes/talk, but no smut.

A/N: I figured we could all use a dose of Jake Jensen fluff right about now ❤️ I used this prompt: one of us has to get out of bed to make pancakes and it’s not going to be me ok just go and bring me nourishment. Enjoy, my pretties!

You were dozing comfortably, in that limbo right between awareness and sleep, when Jake’s low rumble of a voice roused you.

“As much as I love cuddling in bed with you, gorgeous, I’m hungry.”

Lips quirking at the corners, you nuzzled closer to his naked chest. “Really? I feel like the way you oh so enthusiastically woke me up could be considered a hearty meal, no?”

Jake’s chest shook with laughter, jostling you against him. “As delicious as that wakeup call was, I’m still a growing boy, ya know?” His fingers trailed up your naked back, making you shiver.

Sighing, you blinked your sleepy eyes open, shifting until your hands pillowed Jake’s chest and your chin rested on top of them. You gazed up at him, unimpressed with his dilemma. “Well I’m certainly not stopping you from making breakfast.”

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Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Happily Ever After begins in the subway. Word Count: Almost 1.7k Warnings: First meeting, swearing, unwanted advances, slight fluff, protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: I need another AU like a hole in the head, but Nix's edit inspired me. @11thstreetvigilante, @sweeterthanthis , @dreamlessinparis , @musingsinmoonlight , thank you for helping me bring him to life. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank YOU as well!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by Nix, divider by @rookthorne and banner by yours truly. Poem by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming from these prompts.

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You met Bucky Barnes on an ordinary night in a quiet subway car.

There weren't many people around, which gave you a chance to sit on an empty bench and enjoy the relatively quiet ride after the long work day.

It never bothered you to ride alone. The restaurant you were meeting your friends at was only a few stops away and it was cheaper than a cab. 

Your mom told you more than once that it wasn't safe, but you argued that neither was walking home by yourself at night. Plus, you carried pepper spray. 

"If you had a boyfriend to walk you home, I wouldn't worry so much."

While you understood her reasoning, your last relationship fizzled almost as quickly as it began and that was over six months ago. You didn't need a reminder that you were single.

You briefly glanced up from your phone and reminded yourself to at least be aware of your surroundings. Which was how you found yourself staring at a handsome man standing a few feet away.

He was tall from what you could see and broad across the chest. From a casual glance, you made out that he had blue eyes behind the glasses perched on his nose. 

The brunette turned the page of the book he was holding and you couldn't help but stare at his massive hands. The leather glove that covered his left hand matched his jacket.

You had to smile when you realized he was leaning against the door which specifically said not to. The leather and relaxed stance added to the allure that maybe he was the kind of man to break the rules.

The book of poetry in his hand that you recognized, however, suggested that he was a thoughtful, deep man. Maybe he was all of those things.

If he noticed you staring, he didn't say anything. That gave you a few more seconds to ponder on how soft his short hair was before you looked away.

You couldn't remember the last time someone grabbed your attention so quickly. He hadn't even spoken to you.

Dream on. Happily Ever After doesn't begin in the subway.

If not, why did you look up to find him gazing at you? And why did he have a small smile on his face?

Don't say anything. A man that handsome probably has someone at home waiting to feel that scruff between their thighs.

"I have that book," you said before you could stop yourself. 

I hope that didn't sound like a line.

"My heart beats slowly when you look at me. When your eyes meet mine, my breath stops."

Though you were only quoting a part of a poem to him, the words rang true: You felt like you couldn't breathe as your eyes met.

His small smile stretched into a grin and you found yourself smiling back before the subway lurched to a stop. 

Whatever moment transpired between the two of you faded as the door closest to you opened. You also noticed the smile on the stranger's face faded quickly as a man stumbled in and over to the empty spot beside you.

"Hey, sweet thing," the guy smirked as he threw an arm over your shoulders. "I'm Blake."

The man had an athletic build and was good-looking, but the alcohol on his breath and leering gaze created a pit in your stomach.

"Hey yourself," you said. You carefully removed his arm and scooted away until you hit the end of the bench.

The guy didn't take the hint and he inched closer. "Nice dress."

You smiled, not wanting to cause any trouble. "Thanks."

"Bet it would look nice on my floor."

Those lines don't work on me, buster.

"It looks better in my hamper, trust me," you said as you grasped the pole beside you and stood up before he could put his arm around you again. 

"What's the rush, sweet thing?" 

"My stop is coming up."

"If you need help getting off, I'm happy to lend a hand."

"No thanks. I have two of my own," you smiled.

The handsome stranger either snorted at your joke or found a funny passage in his book. 

Blake, on the other hand, didn't seem to take the joke well as he got to his feet. "I'm just being friendly. No need to be a bitch."

The sound of whirring metal distracted you from the insult. At least, that's what you thought the sound was. 

"I'm not being a bitch. My stop is-"

"Coming up. Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, nearly falling into you as you tried to back up more. You had nowhere to go. "If you're so nice, let me walk you home."

"No, thank you," you said with a grimace as he gripped your hip to steady himself. "Maybe you should sit back down."

"Only if you sit on my lap," he smirked, making the pit in your stomach grow. "C'mon, sweet thing. You can miss your stop."

"I said 'no'," you said louder, reaching into your bag for your pepper spray.

Mom, if you can sense this or if I ever tell you this story, don't say "I told you so".

"Sit down."

The low tone from the handsome stranger made you and Blake look his way. You felt like you couldn't breathe again when you saw the anger in his eyes.

"This doesn't concern you, asshole," Blake snapped.

"She asked you to sit down. I suggest you do as she says."

Blake let go of your hip, but didn't get out of your personal space. "Fuck off."

The stranger sighed as he closed his book and pushed himself away from the door. "Sit. Down." He said, his voice lower than before.

"Or what?"

You didn't speak as your knight in leather jacket armor removed his glasses and tucked them in his pocket. "You wanna find out?"

Oh, shit. Please, don't fight. And why is it making me swoon that he's defending me?

Blake wasn't small by any means, but he didn't carry the power that your hero did. He took three steps forward and that was enough for the jerk to back away. 

"Whatever. Bitch probably doesn't put out anyway."

"Excuse me?" you asked. Why did turning someone's advances down make you a bitch?

"Do you mind holding this, please?" the man's voice warmed as he held his book out for you. Once you took it from his hand, he turned his attention to Blake.

"What the fuck?" he shouted when the brunette grabbed his hand, the one that gripped your hip, and twisted.

"Apologize," he ordered, twisting a bit more to make Blake yelp. "Now."

"Fuck, I'm sorry! Let go, let go!" Blake cried. 

"It's fine," you said as the subway began to come to a stop. "Really, I'm fine."

The stranger let go of Blake's hand and shoved him back onto the bench. "Next time someone tells you to back off, listen. And you better not get off at this stop, you understand me?"

"Got it," he said, not making eye contact as he rubbed his wrist.

The door opened for your stop and you wished you had a little bit longer to talk to the man who defended you. "Thank you," you said.

He took the book from your hand and you couldn't help but shiver as your fingertips touched his. "It was nothing."

"Sorry, this is me," you said, gripping the bag on your shoulder as you turned to get off.

I wish I didn't have to go.

"This is me, too," you heard behind you as you stepped off the train. 

"Oh," you smiled when he walked beside you. Though he was tall and clearly strong, he didn't scare you. "I really do appreciate your help."

"It was nothing," he said again, putting his left hand back in his pocket. "I saw you reaching into your bag for something, so I'm sure you could've handled him."

You nodded, thankful that he paid attention. Most would've ignored the situation. "Pepper spray."

"He would've deserved it," he chuckled. 

"He would've," you giggled as you got to the top of the steps.

"I'm Bucky," he said.

You smiled and introduced yourself, falling into a comfortable silence as he walked beside you toward the restaurant. "Thanks for waking me here."

"Oh," he sounded disappointed, but nodded. "Have a good rest of the night."

Take a chance. Say something.

"Bucky?" you asked before he could walk away. "I know you said it was nothing, but I'd like to repay you somehow for stepping in."

"You don't owe me anything."

"I want to," you said, not wanting to say you just wanted a reason to see him again. "Please?"

He took his wallet out of his back pocket to get you a card. "You wouldn't happen to have a pen, would you?"

"Oh, yeah," you said, digging one out of your bag to give to him.

"I work at the Abraham Library," he explained as he held the card and wrote something down that you couldn't see. "We could always use volunteers."

"I love to read and I'd love to help out," you promised, glancing at the front of the card with his name, number and email address after he handed it to you.

"I'll make sure it's a shift where I'm working," he said, giving you back your pen as well.

"Perfect," you smiled, gesturing to the restaurant. "I should go. I hope you have a good rest of the night, too."

"Hope to see you soon, doll."

You smiled as you headed toward the door and looked back over your shoulder. He stood there with a matching smile and didn't walk away until you went inside.

You felt light on your feet as you went to the hostess station. As you told her the name for the reservation, you looked down at the card still in your hand and flipped it over with a gasp.

"The night I beg you not let the sun rise."

It was the next part of the poem you recited to him. 

Maybe this is the start of my Happily Ever After.

We'll see the new lovebirds again soon. Love and thanks for reading!

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I would sell my soul to enter several of your fics 🥵

How do they kiss you to break your last line of defence?

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Steve Rogers

Ah, I see you woke up this morning and chose violence 😡 Hahaha I looove this ask! I’d happily sell my soul to smooch any one of these babes. Or all of them. At once. 🫠 Okay, now I’m distracting myself lol. Let’s seeee…

Andy is gonna do that thing where he gently—carefully—cups your face between his big hands. He’s gonna duck close so his eyes can lock on yours and you can’t escape his intense, penetrating gaze. So you can see his desire for you shining from those baby blues of his. He’s gonna move slow, too, not only to draw it out and give you a chance to really resist if this isn’t what you want, but because there’s something about the anticipation. He wants to hear your breath catch. He wants to see the surrender in your eyes just before they close as his lips touch yours. His mouth on yours is somehow soft and frantic at once. You can tell he’s trying to rein himself in but as soon as a soft whimper bubbles up from the back of your throat and you’re clutching at his sides, it’s game over, sis, and he switches to devour mode 😮‍💨🤌🏻

Ransom’s move will be a tiny bit similar to Andy’s in that he’s cradling your face in his hands, but it’s nowhere as soft. He’s propelling you back into the closest wall, eyes twinkling at your quiet “oof.” His hands hold you tight because he’s not gonna give you that chance to escape. You’re his and this is happening, and he’ll make sure you like it, that you beg for more. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna throw in a, “You’re mine,” just before his lips close in on yours, and then he’s gonna kiss you fiercely, kiss you breathless, kiss you until your knees are buckling and you’re finally giving him that whimper as he licks his way into your mouth and makes sure his flavor is staining your tongue for a good, long while 😏

Ari is gonna use his considerable size difference compared to you to his advantage. He wants you to be hyper aware of him but at the same time, he’ll have the softest touch ever. Backing you into a piece of furniture and pinning you there. He’s quiet, which is a rarity for him, and emphasizes the intensity of the moment. He keeps his movements slow as he raises a hand to your throat. He doesn’t grip it though, instead he gently drags his knuckles down the smooth column, lips quirking just a bit when you shudder in response. Before you’ve full recovered from that solitary touch, his thumb is brushing along your lower lip, his hungry gaze fixed on your mouth, and then he’s gonna lift his eyes to yours and maintain eye contact as he slooowly closes in until his lips touch yours. That’s when he finally makes a sound, a relieved groan, the kind of deep, carnal sound that makes your pussy clench, and before you know it, you’re kissing him back just as urgently.

Steve is gonna pounce on you in a moment of feral passion. He’s done talking about why this is a bad idea, especially when the thought of it feels so right. He’s gonna sweep you up against him, one thick arm locking around your back as his other massive hand cradles the back of your head and keeps you in place for a thorough devouring. The kiss starts hard, but when you mewl into his mouth and cling to his shoulders—give into him—he slows it down, his touch growing softer at your surrender as he hums against your lips and deepens the kiss until you’re melting into his embrace and proving what he knew all along - you were meant to be his.

(Thank you for cumming to my horny TED talk 😅)

Sweet Dreams

Jake Jensen X Reader

Summary: Your sleeping body gives away your waking thoughts.

Warnings: 18+, language, sexual content (somnophilia, thigh riding, unprotected vaginal sex).

Credits: dividers by @firefly-graphics and thanks go to my ever lovely beta reader @christywantspizza ❤️❤️❤️

AN: My first Jake fic so please be gentle!

He was being tortured, that was the only explanation. The only reason he would be tested like this, so cruelly, made to hold back from his desires. Teased. Taunted. Tried.That had to be the explanation. 

There could be no other reason why he was lying still, tired and desperate...hard, while you clung to him. He would like to say while you slept but this was something between sleep and full consciousness. Your eyes were certainly closed, but your body seemed to be awake, moving of its own accord, rolling against Jake's own like the steady lap of the waves on the other side of the canvas tent. 

Jake starred up into the darkness and rubbed a hand over his face, taking his glasses off so he could more effectively hide his face. The blush growing on his cheeks was red hot, making him sweat in the tropical heat. 

What could have changed. Why were you doing this now? This wasn't the first time the two of you had shared the tent, or a bed for that matter. You'd spent countless nights holed up together setting up comms, tapping into whatever security systems you had to breach and monitoring targets. 

When it was cold, Jake had held you against his broad chest, tucked you into the warmth of his arms and you'd shivered together until you both fell into a dreamless, solid sleep. 

In Mexico you'd posed as a couple to get closer to your mark, holding hands and sharing a room, but that was it. At night, you'd stayed to your side of the expansive honeymoon suite bed. 

Tonight you had pitched the tent together, rolled out your sleeping bags while the sun was setting and talked until the stars twinkled above you. There had been no indication that you expected or wanted anything else... Your hips rolled again, body drawn to him and, like a magnet, he followed, pressing his leg up against you and basking in the whimper he received in return. 

You were friends. You had let him finish your food when he was still hungry. He had traded you a shirt when yours got wet with salt water. Just friends, you would never hurt him or trick him. 

So why were you doing this if it wasn't to torture him? Your grip on him tightened, the leg you'd slung over his twitched, and then you started again, harder, faster. Grinding and rocking against his thigh, your small hands clutching his damp t-shirt. Breathy pants and huffs of pleasure and frustration blew across the sensitive skin of his neck, making the hairs on his nape stand on end. 

He should wake you up, you'd be embarrassed in the morning, he should definitely wake you. But he couldn't deny he was enjoying each racked sob you gave him, each little moan and pant like the singing of angels. Each roll of your hips giving permission for his own arousal to grow. 

With his left hand on the small of your back, trapped by the weight of your head and shoulders, Jake lifted his right hand to your side. 

Beneath his large palm you were warm too, still sun-kissed from your long day. At first you squirmed against his touch, too light and tickling, making the whole situation worse. Flattening his hand made you stop, although now he could feel the dip of your hip, the swell of your ass. Experimentally he pressed his hand down to feel the soft curves of your body. 

You responded instantly, your body stilling but holding him ever tighter. 

Your moan took shape around his name, "Jake." 

Shocked, Jake pressed his left hand deeper into the small of your back, forcing you closer, your legs tighter around him. You ground yourself against him, deep and slow, his hands helpless, squeezing and rubbing, unable to let you go. 

"Jake, oh- Jake, Jay, Jayyy -" your moans becoming more desperate, his leg wet from your arousal. 

He couldn't take it anymore. His cock, impossibly hard, throbbed with each delicious movement of your body. 

"I'm here - I'm here - wake up." He poked a finger into your side making you squirm and puff a laugh across his neck.

"Jake." You hummed his name, reedy and thin "stop it - I -ugh" you grunted when he shifted you again, desperate for you to wake up. He pushed you up until you were seated across his lap, your eyes flying open. "Jake! What's happening? Are we under attack?" 

"Are we under attack? Are you fucking kidding me sweetheart?" 

"You woke me up?" 

"You woke me up!" 

You looked down, the tent of his shorts and the damp patch on your own, unmistakable. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" You tried to move but his hands kept you still, hips bucking slightly at the movement. 

"Just. Stop. If you're not going to help, stop." 

And you did. But only for a second. 

Your hand reached inside his shorts and pulled his leaking cock free, letting it tap his belly with a wet smack. Quickly you shimmied out of your own shorts before sitting astride his thighs. 

"You want me to help?"

Jake tipped his head back and nodded, "Fuck yes." Helping you to sink down into his lap, you could hardly see, blinking sleep from your eyes and letting your mind wander back into the sleepy daze it was so recently enjoying. 

"Fuck, JJ. So fucking big." You sobbed, trying to fall forwards, held up by his palms 

"Knew you'd be filthy, way you rubbed yourself on me in your sleep." He choked out. 

Jake rolled you both onto your sides, pulling you so close you could feel him breathing, wrapped together. 

"I don't- ungh - I don't rub myself on you when I'm asleep!" 

He tightened his grip on your hips, moving your body and taking ownership of each spark of arousal. 

"You do, you were being needy, whiney, my poor baby." His hands cupped your cheeks until you pouted, kisses dancing over you. "But I love it." He gave a harsh thrust, the coil of desire tightening in you.

In the gloom of the tent, and without his glasses, Jake struggled to see you properly, pressing his forehead to yours so he could feel each pinch of your eyebrows, the scrunch of your nose and the soft puff of breath you exhaled as you got closer and closer to release. His beard tickled and scratched the soft skin of your neck following his kisses. 

"I was not." You tried to protest, but Jake tipped his hips, changing the angle and catching the soft spot inside of you that made stars explode in your vision at the same time as pressing down on your swollen clit. 

"Sure, baby, sure." He teased again, face so close you were breathing as one, panting and keening into the sticky air. Each thrust forcing another high pitched whine to escape you. You tipped your head up, catching Jake's lips with your own for the first time and licking into his mouth. He held you close, a hand on the nape of your neck and noses nudging together until you could hardly breathe, dizzy with the sweetness of his kisses. 

Too soon, you felt your release building, each thrust of Jake's hips brushed firm and rhythmic over your clit, pleasure danced up your spine making your toes curl and your fingers tighten in the short blonde hair at the back of his head.

"Jay-" 

His hand clamped around your mouth to muzzle your cry of his name before moving to your lower back. He held you close while you rode out your orgasm, letting you roll your hips over him as you had in your sleep, chasing the aftershocks until you were sated and limp in his arms. 

Like a rag doll he moved you again, holding you close while he gave one, two, three final thrusts, spilling inside of you. 

"Shit." He pulled back, hands still all over you, burning warm but surprisingly soft. 

"Shit " you echoed, falling back onto your camping mat. 

"I - hah - I guess sorry for waking you up." You laughed. Deep down you knew this should have been awkward but… it was Jake. Your Jake. Somehow it just felt right to lie there with him in the after glow and, after all, wasn't this exactly what you'd been dreaming of? 

"If you want to wake me up again sometime, baby, go ahead." Jake laughed, shaking his head, surprisingly shy. With a sigh, you rolled onto your side, looking at Jake's profile in the moonlight seeping through the tent. All of a sudden,you felt very, very tired again. 

Using the last of your energy, you curled yourself into his side, Jake stretched an arm around your shoulders, tucking your head into his chest and you let your eyes fall closed again, content. 

Churches got a whole new appeal

Sanctuary

Pairing: Robert Pronge x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,265 Summary: You weren't seeking refuge because you almost died, you were seeking refuge because of him.

Warnings: AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Demon!Robert. Soft!dark elements. Paranormal elements. Dub con. Sex in a church. Vaginal fingering. Telepathy. Unprotected sex. Lots of cum, sorry not sorry lol.

A/N: I want to try to get out some spooky/supernatural fics this month, so let's start by revisiting Deal with the Devil!Freezy, shall we?

You were never much for religion, but after your attack, and the way you had almost died, you found yourself sitting in the small, dimly lit church on the end of a rundown city block within walking distance of your apartment quite frequently.  

It wasn't some kind of subsequent faith that you now had after you survived that led you here, it was because you had survived, and the way in which you did.

It was because of him.

The stranger who had saved your life. 

You remembered the satisfaction in his dark, inhuman gaze as he had tasted your blood before drinking from your lips.

You remembered the unnatural flavor of sulfur that had lingered in your mouth for days after the kiss.

And you couldn't seem to escape the way he kept appearing in your dreams, reminding you that you were his now, that you owed him.

You weren't sure what that debt could possibly be or lead to, but you were certain that you didn't want to find out.

So you weren't paying homage to a miracle whenever you came to church, you were a terrified survivor seeking refuge.

Tonight was no different as you sat a few pews back from the church altar, tugging at the gold cross pendant around your neck as you stared off into the distance without seeing, enjoying a few moments of quiet, solitary sanctuary.

And then he spoke from behind you.

"If you were hoping you could hide from me here, sweetness, sorry to burst your bubble."

His voice was rough–almost ragged somehow–the gravelly sound making all your hair stand on end as you went rigid in your seat.

He leaned forward, his breath warming the nape of your neck before he suddenly snuffled along your skin, his nose dragging up the arc of your throat until he was inhaling along the delicate hollow just behind your ear, making you whimper.

You went to launch yourself from your seat, but one heavy hand of his on your shoulder, his fingers curling hard enough to make you whine in pain, kept you in place and enduring the way his teeth nibbled on your earlobe. 

Tears gathered in your eyes, and you were trembling so hard that you dropped your purse. Your head dipped to follow its descent, but suddenly a big, rough hand was gripping your throat and tipping your head back until your cheek was sliding against the stranger's and you shuddered at the soft scrape of his facial hair along your skin.

"What do you want from me?" you whispered, a few tears finally escaping as you stared up at the church ceiling.

A husky laugh rushed past your cheek before he spoke his reply against your ear, "Think I can come up with something."

Between one blink and another, you were gone from your seat and suddenly in one of the dark, empty back hallways of the church. You were far away from the main space, from other people, your frantic mind trying to comprehend how you got here without moving, and so quickly, too.

Those thoughts were lost to you as the stranger pressed you against the wall, his body sinking flush against yours as he gently mouthed along the side of your throat, pausing at your pulse point and dragging his rough tongue over the fluttering spot.

"Please," you choked out, turning your face away and squeezing your eyes shut, not wanting to meet that unnatural gaze of his that had been seared in your brain since that night.

"Already did you one favor, honey, you sure you wanna make it two?" he teased.

As silence stretched on between you, his hand dropped along your body, shifting your sweater up and out of the way until he could thumb at the raised scar on your stomach, the mark that had been with you ever since that night in the alley.

It was instant, the way the warm drag of his skin over yours had a flash of agonizing pain shooting through you, the contact stealing your breath away completely as you went rigid and clenched your teeth against a scream.

"Promise what I want will feel much better than that," he husked against your ear.

He pulled back to watch the terror flashing in your gaze as you stared at him in horror like it was his favorite TV show, a wicked grin curling his lips as he basked in your distress. 

He held your gaze the entire time he worked open the front of his pants before doing the same to yours. When you struggled just a little, trying to shove him away, he encircled your throat in his massive hand and squeezed hard enough to cut off your airflow, his teeth bared in a sneer and his eyes twinkling with victory as you whimpered and went still against him.

As you surrendered to him and his dark desires.

You jerked at the first touch of his fingers to your bare cunt, your panties and work slacks bunched around your knees as this terrifying stranger pet along your most intimate parts like he had every right to.

"I do," he murmured. 

He smirked as your eyes went wide at the way his words were in reply to your thoughts.

Then he slowly sank two fingers into you as he husked, "I told you the cost of saving your life that night, that you're mine now." He licked at your parted lips as his fingers plunged deeper and rubbed. "And so is this cunt."

You couldn't help the sound that fell past your lips, the love child of a moan and a whine, and you weren't sure if was because what he was doing–how he was touching you–actually felt good, or because your body was betraying you by growing so sinfully wet at his wicked touch.

"There you go, sweet girl," he breathed against your lips, his fingers railing you harder. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

You tried to turn your face away instead of answering, but his grip on your neck just tightened, keeping you in place–trapped in his gaze–as he played with your pussy until your insides began to flutter and your thighs started to quake with your impending orgasm.

Just as you felt the first wave of your release cresting, his fingers retreated from your greedy hole, and a disappointed whine got trapped in the back of your throat.

He winked at you before gripping his hard cock in the hand he had just used to work you over, humming as he smeared your juices down the long, curved length of him.

You stared down between your bodies, feeling your cunt clench at the sight of his cock - you'd never seen one so big before, and curved like that, white droplets of pre-cum oozing from the crown as he slowly stroked and squeezed himself in preparation.

When he took a moment to yank off your panties and pants entirely, taking your ballet flats with them as he kicked everything a few feet away, you didn't even resist, in some kind of lust-addled state and desperate to know what that big, thick cock of his felt like inside of you.

"You're about to find out, sweetness," he laughed. 

His free hand dropped to your leg, gripping your thigh and hitching it up around his waist, opening you up for him as he took his weeping cock in hand and slowly filled you up right there against the wall. 

Your hand shot out to grip his shirt, your fingers fisting in response to the slow stretch and burn that was his cock plunging its way inside you for the first time, until your eyes were rolling back in your head, and your back bowed at the invasion.

"Mmm, fuck, that's it," he purred, giving a few rocks of his hips until he was bottoming out and you were gasping sharply at just how deep he was inside of you. 

Dazed, you blinked at him, a distant part of you registering the way his eyes were entirely black now as he gazed at you, and you weren't sure if you clenched around him hard in fear or excitement that someone was looking at you like that.

Like they could not wait to fucking eat you alive.

Another husky laugh fell from his lips as he said, "Oh, honey, that's the understatement of the century."

And then he started to move.

The first retreat of his cock was slow–almost careful–that inhumanly dark gaze watching you avidly as he departed just enough to leave the mushroom head of his cock stretching your hole before sinking back into you slow and deep enough to take you up to your tiptoes.

You squeaked at the invasion, your thighs already trembling, and he grinned at you. His pace picked up until he was gripping the undersides of each of your thighs in one of his hands as he fucked you against the wall hard enough to have you gasping and whining and whimpering with every snap of his hips.

And it didn't go unnoticed by you, how every single time one of those noises escaped you, you could feel his cock throb inside of you. 

The latest round of this sinful give and take made you moan as you clutched him closer and started rocking against him just as hard–just as desperately–as he was moving inside of you.

"Fuck," he laughed breathlessly, amused by your enthusiasm as a glimmer of red flashed through his eyes. "You may just be my favorite indebted yet, sweetness. Haven't felt a cunt this good in a long time. And you're so fucking into it too, you sweet little slut. Really hit the jackpot with you, huh?"

Whining at his words and the way they had your insides clenching and pulsing, you dropped your head back against the wall, feeling the peak of your pleasure closing in quickly.

"Oh no, honey, keep those pretty eyes open and fixed on me, wanna see that fucked out look as you cum for me."

Your eyes blinked open, glassy as you fisted his shirt tighter, your breath catching in your chest as that tightly wound coil deep inside of you finally, blessedly snapped.

You gave a sharp cry of pleasure as your body went taut before your orgasm rushed through you, gasping and moaning as you rocked against his cock, wanting to feel him even more than before, deeper and harder and owning you completely.

"Mmm, I can do that," he purred, dropping his forehead to yours, gripping your thighs tighter, and hammering into you without relent as you rode out your first orgasm before quickly descending into your second.

"Oh god," you cried, slinging an arm around his neck to hold on for dear life as he let loose and started going at you even harder, like a man possessed. 

"Not quite," he panted, splitting you open with one hard, deep rut of his cock after another. "Not even close, actually."

And it was the raspy, wicked husk of his laugh that had you cumming one final time, your body trembling and clenching, rattling with another powerful wave of ecstasy as your pussy rejoiced to be so full and so thoroughly, thoroughly fucked.

"Mmmm, god, that's it, fuck me," the stranger groaned, the next thrust of his cock going impossibly deep and lingering as you felt an unnaturally warm bloom of heat within you. 

Another soft gasp fell from your lips as his next thrust had another hot wave flooding your insides, and you could feel it, the unnatural heat and volume of his spend as he continued to pump you full of it with one eager rut of his cock after another. 

Just when you thought he was done, he sank against you, his face burrowing against the crook of your neck before you felt the sharp pierce of his teeth and a white hot flash of pain as he bit you, just hard enough to draw blood that he could lap at as he rode out his own orgasm with a few final snaps of his hips. 

The unexpected pain had another small orgasm rocking through your pussy, and he laughed against your neck as he felt it, groaning as you milked his cock and sent some of his cum leaking out of your overstuffed cunt and dripping down his balls.

Once his breathless pants died down, he pulled out of you with a satisfied hum, guiding you back to your feet and smirking at the way you wobbled and sagged back against the wall, your sweater rucked up your stomach and his ample amount of cum leaking down your thighs.

He watched you as he slowly redid his clothes, seeming unbothered by tucking away his still messy cock before shooting you a wicked grin. He stepped close, eyes sparkling as your breach caught and you stared up at him in a mixture of fear and awe. 

"You can keep coming here if you want, sweetness," he murmured, gently stroking your warm cheek with his knuckle. Then he leaned in close, so his next words filled your ear, "But really, at the end of the day, and especially after this, you should be worshiping at my altar."

Grinning, he pulled back and stole an obscenely thorough kiss from your parted lips. Then he shot you a wink, disappeared before your eyes, and left you standing there half-naked with his cum cooling on your thighs and the copper tang of your own blood staining your tongue.

WAIT. I KIND OF LOVE THIS?? 

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Evgeni Tcherkasski

sleepy sex when you're both too tired to keep your eyes open and every stroke feels like heaven mhmmmm