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Can you write #29 with Tom 🥺

❀ home to you ❀

prompts: (29) “honey, i’m home!”

↳ established relationship, my #1 fantasy in writing, tessa steals the show as usual

word count: 829

note: girl i haven’t written anything in over a month and i’m stressed abt this, lmk what you think 🥺

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From the first day you and Tom spent in this new home, you’d commented on the annoyingly squeaky front door. It shrieks like a cat under attack at the slightest movement and is the subject of many banters between you two. Not unlike a married couple from a 90s sitcom, both of you refused to be the one to fix it, with Tom contending you should do it as you work from home while he travels, and you arguing he’d promised to do it himself first as he’s already got a background in carpentry. Thankfully, the hectic nature of your lives in the past few months have put this tiff on the backburner.

Now, though, a tiny part of you find yourself glad the door still squeals whenever it’s moved. There’s something about the flash of excitement you get when you hear it, the little frog in your chest that jumps at the realisation that Tom’s home. From your laid down position on the couch, a comforting romance book balanced over your head, your ears pick up on it immediately.

Except tonight, it’s a murmur. Hell, if your ears weren’t practically pointed up like an excited dog’s you probably wouldn’t have heard it. The three words come out faint and tired, drooping from the weight on Tom’s shoulders.

Except tonight, it’s a murmur. Hell, if your ears weren’t practically pointed up like an excited dog’s you probably wouldn’t have heard it. The three words come out faint and tired, drooping from the weight on Tom’s shoulders.

Concerned, you slip a library receipt between the pages of your book and get up, making sure you don’t wake Tessa who’s still sleeping by your feet. With a blanket still wrapped around your figure like a makeshift poncho, you quickly shuffle towards the front door. Tom has just crossed the entrance hallway into the living room, where he nearly bumps into your cocooned figure.

“Hey, darl—”

“What’s wrong?” You cut him off, eyes wide like those of a Disney character.

Perplexed, Tom freezes for a moment before his wonky eyebrow curls to meet the other. “Why, what happened?” He asks, a concerned expression making his thin lips furrow into a tiny little line. You yearn to reach up and kiss it away, but that’s for another time, when your stomach hasn’t dropped to your feet.

“You tell me.” You reply, shrugging off the blanket and wrapping it around your boyfriend’s broad shoulders. “You didn’t say it. Not like you usually do.”

Upon reflex, he burrows into the quilt, sighing as your hands rub up and down his arms. “Love, it’s been a long day, the flight back home was torture. and I have no clue what you’re saying.”

Your mouth twists into a pout and you coo, stepping forward to properly hug your boy. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry you had a tough day.” His arms slither around your waist, a cold hand slipping beneath your shirt to press itself flat against your spine. “Do you want to sit down? Or I can fix you a shower—but you’re probably starving, there’s leftovers in the oven. I’ll warm it up, unless you want to order something fresh—I saw this new shawarma place on—”

The coldness of his palms cupping your cheeks cuts you off, and you blink as you find Tom’s eyes, the corners crinkling tiredly in an endeared smile. “Baby, breathe.” He inhales deeply with you, knowing how easily overwhelmed you get, and you release your breaths together, shoulders relaxing. “I already ate, I’m too tired to shower, and the only thing I need right now,” he whispers, leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose, “is my girl.”

Heat blooms in your stomach like a spring garden, and you wrap your arms around him once more, squeezing his torso tightly. With just as much strength, Tom hugs you back, his chin resting on your crown.

“Smooth talker,” you murmur into his overcoat, “you know how much that term affects me. S’not fair.”

His chest vibrates with laughter against your cheek and he gives you a good squeeze just for the sake of it. “How about I make it up to you by volunteering to take your pants off for you and then we see where that goes?”

The sound of his laughter as you step away from him unimpressed wakes Tessa up, and soon enough her short legs flop onto the floor with overexcitement. Colour flushes back into Tom’s skin, and he crouches down to accept the dog’s greeting, one of his hands scratching her ear and the other smoothing down her fur.

“Hi, honey, I’m home.” He coos, grinning as she licks his neck and chin, and you’re pretty if he had a tail, his would be wagging too. “Yes, princess, daddy’s home.”

Deadpan, you glare down at him with your arms crossed. “Bitch…”

Dada’s Home.

Word Count: 3.6k

Category: Angst to fluff

Warning: A few curse words and not proofread because i’m always too excited

Summary: Christmas isn’t so jolly when Chris misses some of his baby daughter’s first times and she doesn’t seem to remember him.

this was supposed to be super angsty but it got so stinking cute.

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Christmas has always had many connotations; warmth despite the December cold, love, jolly, and merry feeling of being among your loved ones.

“I’m sorry,” Chris had whispered, 3 weeks before Christmas day, as he hugged you from behind, “I’ll try to be here before Christmas.”

You were in a sombre mood the moment your husband, Chris, had told you about how he was requested to travel for work and there was a chance he wouldn’t be there for Christmas—it also being the first time you were going to be apart since your daughter was born and while you knew his job required a lot of traveling, you relished the domesticity of it all when he was at home with you, working from the comfort of your home and being able to see him that frequently.

It was especially disappointing having to imagine experiencing your 10-month-old daughter’s first Christmas without him.

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I’m seeing people starting to apologize for falling behind on Kinktober.

This goes for those people, and all other writers out there feeling like they’re falling short of content they promised to deliver:

You owe us nothing.

You heard me.

Yes, even if you said you would have something ready today, tomorrow or next month.

You’re writing in your own time, for free, and only you get to decide if and when you’re ready to share it with us.

We’ll be here to read it and celebrate it with you when the time comes.

so i read a story about the reader being hurt in the hospital and frank went to see them cause it was like a bomb explosion or something but he had to leave because cops were there

does someone know what im talking about? i want to read it but i cant find it anywhere

𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰 | 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 "𝐒𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐱" 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲

Courtland Gentry × Reader

Summary: Being pregnant fucking sucked, but he made it tolerable.

Warnings: Language, Insomnia, Fluff, Mild angst, Sexual Frustration, Implied age gap, Pregnant Sex, Minors DNI, Choking, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Handjob, Rough Sex, Pregnancy kink, Breeding Kink.

Had a bit of a field day. Don't mind me.

Your gaze is stationed on the ceiling, your hand cupping your swollen belly with what you hoped was endearment but what you actually knew to be deep, underlying… irritation.

"You're the guest here." You mutter aloud.

"A guest in my body." You turn in the empty king sized bed. Splayed across your body was the fierce and overwhelming scent of him. You had hoped slipping into one of his shirts would alleviate any chance of insomnia befalling you tonight. That, if you somehow manage to trick your brain into believing Six was in this bed with you, not out on some godawful mission, that you would feel comforted enough to get some fucking sleep…

But no such luck. You were far too aware and far too smart to trick yourself into anything really. The second you had announced your pregnancy, Six had insisted-

'No,' Your inner monologue chided with fierce resistance, 'that isn't the correct verb at all.'

Six had threatened any and all forces that would dare dispute your check-in for early maternity leave. Your entire life was confined to this lovely, modern splurge for 5 whole months and after 5 whole months, you begin to get antsy. You begin to get short tempered. Oftentimes chiding the innocent little life in your belly since there really was no one else around this massive house to talk to.

Six was Six.

Six had a job.

And while a part of you knew his getting out of his job was far more easier said than done, you never failed to hold impenetrable resentment to the entity on the other end of the phone calls, interrupting your family time with their top secret bullshit.

And the insomnia.

God, this baby never fucking slept.

"You're the one paying rent here. I let you piss, shit and eat inside of me, and this is the thanks I get, Little Monster?" No matter how hard you tried, there was not a sliver of malice in your voice, it sounded like a smile. A happy smile, because you knew you always had a part of him with you.

"I miss your dad," You say with so much melancholy it rips the tears right out of the sky. A light drizzle begins to sprinkle over the grounds, tapping away at the floor to ceiling windows like an amicable visitor coming to keep you company for the evening.

"Look at that. It's raining." You say, pushing your heavy body up by your forearms before wiggling your way out the edge of the bed. You unconsciously splay a hand over your stomach as you go to draw the curtains, finding much more comfort in the pelting rain than the darkened bedroom.

"Did you bring me some rain, little monster?

"It's not my baby you're calling a monster. That I know for sure,"

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your gaze is stationed on the wet grounds beyond the window, never daring to turn around for the impenetrable fear that it all might be a dream.

"It's a term of endearment," You manage to say after a few moments of silence, "A little nickname to remember it's father by." There's a tinge of bitterness veneered behind your sentence, and your shoulders are rigid. You fold your arms beneath your full, sensitive breasts as you glare at the window.

That all dissipates when you're enveloped from behind by a strong pair of arms. You have it: the comfort you have been longing for but never having the capacity to provide for yourself. You simply melt into his firm arms, his biceps tightening against the wet windbreaker far too cold against your bare arms but you don't care.

"Low blow, Mrs Gentry." You're greeted by a gruff voice, speaking into the nape of your neck. You blame it on the pregnancy hormones but the feeling of his facial hair alone has a pool of need welling between your legs.

"How are my two girl's doing?" Six's hands stretch over your belly, rubbing slow and deliberate circles. "I missed you both so much."

"Why do you just assume that we're having a girl?" You ask in mock irritation. "You don't even know-"

Six does an evil thing. A very very evil thing. Your sentence dissipates in the confines throat becuase of the hand that once one rubbing slow, deliberate circles on your belly, drifting upwards until his palm is laying flat against your breasts. The nipples harden under his soft and pleasant grip and you moan into nothing.

"Jesus Christ… you're so.." Six searches for the words as he massages your breasts. His tired, overworked brain is clouded with nothing but the ever present tempest of adoration and lust. "You're so…"

"Horny?" You finish for him, paying close attention to his heavy breathing behind you and the bulge growing in his pants.

"Pregnant." He says instead, finally spinning you around to look at him. Once you do, you are firmly planted in the knowledge that he is in fact real.

Your feet move on their own accord. The rain sings as you drift by Six and his half-lidded gaze. You waltz over to the bed -your bed. Six's eyes darken when you plop yourself in the center, opening your legs like a vixen in heat.

He had never seen a more delicious sight but he craved to see more.

"The shirt. Take it off." You fight the smile off your face at the dominating streak already slithering in. Last time he spoke to you like this, you ended up pregnant.

"Is this better?" You ask, having discarded the shirt on the bedroom floor. You're wearing nothing but your comfort cotton panties. Your breasts are on full display, catching all his attention.

Six slowly stalks toward you. The thunder claps in the distance as he appears from the shadows. A delighted thrill eases down your spine and the ache between legs intensifies.

Six is already palming his cock through his pants as he draws closer. You unconsciously open your legs further.

"Daddy's missed you so much," he says, working his cock out of his pants. You frown at that, feeling far too petulant.

"No more talking to her," You say, a pout protruding from your bottom lip. You ought to be ashamed really, but you had just gotten your man back.

Right now he was yours.

"Who said I was talking to the baby?" Six says, causing your heart to skip ever so slightly before he's lowering his head, crashing his lips onto yours. Court keeps a steady hand on the bed as he hovers above you. The kiss, between you both starting out like tiny licks of a flame before descending into complete and utter madness.

"You're so pretty like this," he murmurs against your lips. His fingers rub and pinch your sensitive nipples, making your cunt squeeze around nothing at all. "Daddy loves seeing you like this, baby." He continues, teeth clashing against teeth before he forces his tongue into your mouth.

"Fuck, I just," You break away from his lips to deliver a trail of kisses down his neck. Six closes his eyes in pure bliss. "I've missed you so much," your hand, as sly as a fox drifting down his body before slipping quite unceremoniously into his pants. You wrap a firm hand around his hard cock, squeezing lightly which draws a pained hiss from him.

"Fuck, baby girl," Court musters, trying but failing to hold his reserve as his eyes screw shut and your hand works magic around his cock. He's so far gone, thinking about how he's wanted this for as long as the two of you had been apart. He had thought of you multiple times on his trips, oftentimes waking up in luxury hotels with the budding image of you, pregnant and asleep, waiting for him to touch you... To fuck you...

"I missed you so much, Daddy," Your words drip like fresh honey. "And I know you've missed me."

"More than you'll ever know," he whispers into the air. Every semblance of resolve is broken, every ounce of his control has dissolved. He's teetering on the edge, wanting to fill you up once again with his seed. The thought having his hips bucking into your hand.

"Open your leg, baby. Open your legs," as if you had ever really closed them. Court runs two fingers down your slit, sending your head reeling back into the sheets with your back arching as far as your belly would allow. "Jesus- please! F-fuck me, Daddy,"

Court's breathe is heavy, his chest rising and falling as he throws his jacket and shirt over his head. "You keep saying shit like that and I'd have to keep you like this forever."

You gaze up at him with lust-filled siren eyes eyes begging to be fucked raw. It was what you both needed. You craved his hands, rough and calloused, coasting over every inch of your body as if it was his property. You needed him everywhere.

But before that, your gaze drifts down his muscular torso. A torso littered with scars of past trauma and pain. You lift yourself as best as you can, getting slight aid from Six who pulls you up lightly by your forearm. You splay small kisses along each and every scar, the tenderness of the act having Six's mind, heart and dick swelling even more.

"Lay back down, Princess. I need you, okay?" You're quick to comply and Court is quick to guide his cock to your soaking entrance. Your pussy clamps tightly around his cock, drawing him further in. A cracked groan escapes from him.

"You take me so well, baby," His other hand, whether consciously or subconsciously, goes to clamp around your throat, causing you to rut your hips further up against him.

"So. Fucking. Well." Six punctuates each sentence by thrusting his dick further in, all until he cannot help but thrust much more violently into your wet cunt. "T-Tell me when to stop, Princess. You've gotta tell me when it's too much,"

"Shut up and fuck me, Court." You say. And he does. Skin, slapping against skin fills the silence. Outside, the rain pours much more violently, as if rejoicing along with the couple, having finally been reunited.

He wishes to cum everywhere. In your mouth. On those huge fucking tits...

"Fuck, Daddy loves seeing you like this," he says, hand on your throat drifting down and squeezing your breasts. "You're so full, so fucking… mine." That word alone rips a moan and a groan from the both of you.

Your pussy tightens at his words, causing his resolve to snap once again. "You like that? You like being mine don't you."

You're completely cock-drunk, your gaze is filled with nothing but whorish intent as he pounds into you... only spurring him to fuck you faster. "I fucking love it, Daddy," You nod fervently, eyes still completely lost in a daze, "I fucking love it all."

"You'd do anything I want right now, wouldn't you? My princess is so fucked out, so fucking beautiful." You nod mindlessly, far too focused on the tip of his cock finding that soft cushiony tissue inside your tightening walls.

"Open your mouth, baby. Open your mouth for me," and when you thought the sex couldn't get any more obscene... the second you mindlessly open for him, he leans over and spits directly into your mouth, punctuating it with drunk, heated kiss.

"Mine," he murmurs against your lips as his hips begin to falter. "All fucking mine."

"Please, please, please-"

"Cum for me, baby. You don't gotta ask this time. I just wanna feel you milk this cock, okay?" You're nodding profusely as your walls convulse and you're finally pushed over the edge. A cracked moan goes into the air when you cum, Six, of course, not far behind.

He cums where he always does, his very favorite spot. Right inside you. It extends your orgasm by proxy, feeling his seed spill into your pussy.

Nothing at all matters but this moment.

"Fucking, Christ." Six says, finally collapsing beside you with his chest heaving wildly. His hand is still splayed over your front, rubbing slow circles along your breast before ascending over your stomach. "Why are you still up this late?" He asks, still breathing heavily.

"Your child hates it when I rest." You say, pulling an airy chuckle from him.

"That was enough of a workout though." Your eyes flutter shut before you push them open. You wish to prolong this moment, nestled in his arms, bathing in the afterglow, but you're far too comfortable. And when you're comfortable, sleep descends.

"I think I'm gonna be out…" your eyes flutter closed.

"Like a light," he concludes, placing a delicate kiss to the side of your temple before drawing you in further. He continues to rub slow circles around your stomach, feeling his chest tighten with an emotion previously uncanny to him. "Please let your mother rest," Six smiles and says, "Little monster."

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hello, i have a request for ari <3

the plot is based off the movie, but you and ari are literally a team. he’s insanely proud of you, just tooth rooting fluff<3

hi! I hope you like it, I do apologise for how short it is!

Ari stands back with the rest of the group, his arms crossed over his chest as he watches his wife walk around, helping the refugees, and giving them food, water and blankets. The group watches her converse with them. Ari wears a proud look across his face, his heart swelling with pride.

“Your wife is incredible”, Rachel breathes, the group left speechless.

Y/n starts to head back over, a stern look on her face. Once she reaches everyone, her arms are folded in front of her. She looks at everyone one by one before speaking, “now. I know it’s late, and you all want to go to sleep before what we have to do tomorrow, but we need a plan.” Everyone nods. Ari moves behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist as he covers her shoulders in kisses.

Y/n holds her stance as they devise a plan, her husband agreeing while placing loving kisses along her flesh. Ari’s heart fills with love as he feels like he’s falling in love with her all over again. Remembering the first time they met, where she took charge and led everyone into a battle, all lives spared.

Ari places a kiss behind her ear, whispering how much he loves her.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

.⋆˚𝐴 𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝑃

Summary︱Bringing a man home only meant one thing for you—boring, meaningless sex. After a pathetic attempt to experience a blissful release, Bucky offers to help out.

Pairings︱DBF!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

W.C︱2.2k

Warnings︱18+ this is straight up porn, age gap, reader using a vibrator, slight dom/sub dynamics, моя игрушка means my toy, praise, stomach bulge, squirting, a little bit of aftercare at the end.

Author's note︱I had to make it DBF bc i am a total whore for older men and it's honestly perfect for it. PSA THE READER MET BUCKY WHEN SHE WAS OVER 18. HE DID NOT SEE HER GROW UP. Anyways enjoy :D Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

You laid on the bed, your body barely jerking as your date thrusted inside you. You wondered what went wrong. It wasn’t that the date in itself was bad, it turned out to be one of the best dates you’ve been on so far. He was a nice and a very attentive man. 

“If only he could be that attentive in the bedroom,” you thought. 

You let out fake moans to make it seem you were slightly enjoying it and avoiding hurting his ego. Though someone should, so he would finally know how terrible he is be in bed. At least he was pretty so it wasn’t such a terrible loss on your side. You had a decent view. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned into your neck. 

“Please do so you can leave,” you said to yourself. 

With one final grunt his body stilled over yours, dropping all his weight on you seconds later. You placed your hands on his chest and pushed him over. He took it as a silence cue to leave. All that could be heard was the condom being thrown in the trashcan and the sound of his footsteps. You wanted him gone so you could have your own fun. 

You didn’t even bother turning around. Not even when he kissed you goodbye. When you heard the door shut, you immediately crawled across your bed to get to your vibrator that was deeply stuffed in the top drawer of your nightstand. You pulled the hot pink wand out and bit your lip in excitement. 

A gleeful hum escaped your lips when you pressed the vibrator against your clit and turned it on. You threw your head back in pleasure, your lips parting open as breathy moans left your lips. When you felt the vibrator lose its intensity down to lower vibration you internally groaned but nonetheless tried to enjoy the pleasure. 

Just as you felt your orgasm build up, the vibrator turned off. You frantically tried to turn it back on, mumbling a symphony of curses.

“Don’t do this to me now,” you wailed. Though the vibrator was fully dead. 

Out of frustration you threw the vibrator across the room, causing a huge thud sound as soon as it hit the wall. At least Bucky wasn’t here to hear any of it otherwise he would’ve fully woken up. 

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” you yelled into your pillow, your screams sounding muffled.

Seconds later you heard a knock on your door. “Honey, are you okay?” 

You audibly gasped, Bucky wasn’t supposed to be here. You pulled the covers up to your chest just in case he came into the room. “Yeah I’m fine!” 

 “You sure?” He asked as he entered the room. He smirked when he saw the white sheet clinging onto your body, your fingers clutching the sheet for dear life. 

“I th-thought you were supposed to b-be gone?” you stammered out, clearly nervous.

“I got back early.” 

“How early?” you questioned, praying that he hadn't heard you and he just came back. 

“4 hours ago,” he replied. Bucky took slow, agonizing steps towards you until he reached the side of your bed. “And I heard every little noise you made.” 

“Oh no,” you sighed, hiding your face in your hands in embarrassment. “I’m so–oh god!” 

You were so ashamed you could barely form a proper sentence. Your cheeks were on fire and you wanted to crawl into a little hole and die. While you were busy wallowing yourself in your mortification, you missed the way Bucky was undressing you with his own two eyes. 

“Bucky I don’t even know what to say–I’m so sorry.” 

Bucky’s hand softly gripped your chin and turned it so you were now facing him. “Sorry for what, Honey? For having sex? It’s natural, everyone does it.” His thumb swiped your bottom lip, adoring the way it bounced back. “You know what isn’t natural?” 

You peered at him with doe eyes. “What?” you asked him. 

Bucky mentally made sure to take a picture of you with the same exact look another day. God you drove him crazy with that simple look—his instincts begging him to fuck you senseless. 

“To fuck a guy who can’t even make you cum.” Disappointment racked down his body thinking about the fact someone as pretty as you is missing out on oh so much. “Don’t worry, s’not your fault.” 

“But what if it is?” 

His grip slightly tightened, “trust me it isn’t. They don’t know the first thing about pleasure. If it’s anyone's fault, it’s theirs.”

“To your luck, I know just how to make you feel good.” He bent downwards, his lips ghosting above yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, fully expecting him to kiss you. When you didn’t feel his lips on yours, you opened your eyes and they were mere centimeters away. So close yet so far. 

“Please Bucky,” you begged, inching your lips closer to his. 

Bucky leaned back, relishing your desperation. “Please what, Honey?” He squished your cheeks together, your lips puckering together. “Use your words.” 

“Please make me feel good.” 

“Good girl,” Bucky praised. The praise sent warmth down your body. 

He dropped his metal arm, slithering his way down to the bed sheets. He slowly starts pulling the sheet down, exposing every single part of your body. When the sheet was fully off Bucky lowly moaned. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you’ll never want anyone else to touch you ever again.” 

Desperation won over and you tugged Bucky down with you. Nothing but teeth clashing and hands roaming everywhere on the other’s body. You tugged on the bottom of his shirt, silently signaling him to take it off. Bucky momentarily broke the kiss to peel off his shirt. 

Your eyes hungrily ran down his body, it was all like an orgasm for your eyes. “Wow,” you whispered, mainly to yourself. 

“You like what you see?” Bucky smugly asked. Bucky chuckled, watching your lust blow your eyes as you instantly nodded while you bit down your bottom lip sensually.  “Of course you do, don’t you?”

Bucky chased your lips once again. This time the kiss was slower, more calculated. His hand snaked down to your body and his hand cupped your dripping pussy. Your thighs clenched together as you felt the cold touch from his metal hand. 

“You’re dripping моя игрушка,” he growled against your lips. He grabbed your leg and hitched it over his, ensuring it stays open. He swiped his finger across your cunt to gather your wetness. 

His fingers circled over your clit, eliciting small breathy moans from you. “Let all those pretty sounds моя игрушка.” Bucky’s middle finger left your clit, traveling down to your weeping hole. “I don’t want you to hold back.” 

His finger entered inside you, your walls immediately clamping down on him. Bucky tested the waters and added a second finger. He was enamored with your blissed out face and he wasn’t even trying. 

He began to thrust his fingers in and out, making sure to curl his fingers just at the right angle causing your legs to quiver around his hand. “Go on, grind your pretty pussy on my hand.” 

You blindly obeyed his order. You grinded your hand on his palm, adding a delicious friction between your clit and his hand. Subconsciously you began to move faster, chasing a sweet, short euphoria. 

“That’s it,” Bucky praised, pressing his palm a bit harder. “Just like that.” 

Your first orgasm caught you by surprise. You could barely register what was going on before you gushed over his hand, your cum leaking down his fingers. Bucky pulled his fingers out and licked your essence, moaning at the sweet taste. 

He pushed your shoulder back, laying you flat on your back on the bed. Bucky quickly pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free from the clothed restraints and slapped his stomach. The tip was drenched in precum making your mouth water. 

Bucky crawled on top of you, leaving kisses behind over your exposed skin. Once he was fully over you, he grabbed his cock and swiped it over your drenched cunt, swirling the tip on your sensitive button.

“Stop teasing,” you whined. You reached your hand down to guide him in but he swatted your hand away. With one hand Bucky pinned both of yours at the top of your head. 

“Wait,” he warningly growled. 

After a few more teasing swipes you felt Bucky’s tip prodding your entrance. Slowly, Bucky slid in and finally gave in to you. The stretch achingly burned yet nothing else has felt better. You felt every inch of his thick cock entering you. 

“Oh god–you’re so big.” 

“Aww моя игрушка,” Bucky cooed as kissed your nose, “I’m not even fully in yet.” 

You looked down and Bucky was right. You both gasped out once he fully sheathed himself inside you. You have never felt so full in your entire life. 

Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, his eyes scrunched in pleasure. “God you’re so tight.” 

You felt like you were going to die if he wasn’t going to move. “Please move.” 

Bucky pulled almost all the way out, ensuring the tip stayed in and then plunged himself deep into you, eliciting a silent scream from you. Your head fell back when Bucky started to thrust inside you. If you thought you felt pleasure before, this was heaven. You never thought someone could ever make you feel this good. 

You somehow were able to loosen his grip on your hand. You grabbed his hand that was on your hip and guided him over to your lower stomach. “I can feel you in–here!” you exclaimed when he hit a particular spot. 

“Oh there it is,” he muttered as he repeatedly hit your g-spot over and over. “Guess what моя игрушка, if I do this,” Bucky gabbed your leg and threw it over his hip, “you’ll feel so much better.” 

“Bucky!” you screamed at the new angle. Tears pricked at your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls fluttered around him and Bucky had to bite back his moans. 

“No…wanna hear….you,” you pouted. “Bet you sound–so pretty.” 

Bucky granted your wish and finally moaned, it was music to your ears. Hearing his moans turned you on even more. 

“You’re so fuckin’ tight моя игрушка. I never want to leave your pretty pussy.” 

“S’all yours,” you babbled out. 

“Yeah? She’s all mine?” You nodded in response. Bucky didn’t really have to ask. Your pussy was his whether you were going to tell him or not. She belonged to him. You belonged to him. 

You shook off his hand to unleash your other hand. Both of your hands ascended up his arms and found solace on his biceps. “Harder,” you whimpered. Your voice was barely above a whisper but Bucky heard it as clear as day. Bucky easily complied and thrusted harder. 

“Please, please, please don’t stop,” you begged, your nails digging into his biceps. You were sure there would be marks but you couldn’t care less. 

“Oh моя игрушка, I don’t think I’ll last,” Bucky groaned out. 

You could barely respond with your orgasm rapidly approaching. “I’m gonna–” 

“No, not yet. Wait until I say let go.” 

“Bucky, I can’t hold it.” 

“You can and you will.” 

Bucky was determined to cum with you at the same time. He kept the same pace despite wanting to go faster. Though you made it nearly impossible with the way you gripped him like a vice. 

“Bucky…” 

“Just a little bit more.” 

“Bucky I can’t!” you cried out, stray tears falling down your face. “Please!” 

“Now,” Bucky practically demanded.

You finally let go of the knot that formed in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes screwed shut as you chanted Bucky’s name over and over like a prayer. It was all a new feeling to you and your body didn’t know how to react. You momentarily blacked out as you let your orgasm ride out. 

“Holy shit,” Bucky gasped out, looking down at the mess you made all over his lower stomach that was now mixing in with his cum. 

“I’m sorry Bucky,” you mumbled out, still fucked out. “I didn’t mean to.” Bucky shushed you, assuring you it was more than okay that you were more than welcome to gush all over his body. 

Bucky pulled out, earning a whine from you. If you could have it your way Bucky’s cock would be inside you all night but you could barely form any words. Your body was profusely shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. 

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

“Told you I know how to make you feel good. Turns out all you needed was a little help” Bucky boasted. He then handed you a bottle of water, “drink this, you’ll need it.”

While you drank the water Bucky left to go to the bathroom. He came back with a wet rag in one hand and clothes in the other. Bucky quietly cleaned you up, murmuring soft praises to you. 

“You did so good for me,” Buckky whispered against your skin. “You were absolutely perfect.” You made a noise of contentment when Bucky slid his shirt over your head. You brought the material up your nose, deeply inhaling his scent. 

“I’m never giving this shirt back,” you commented. 

“Good,” Bucky replied as he laid right next to you. He pulled you into his chest, his arms wrapping around your shaky body, “it looks better on you anyway.” 

Friendly reminder! Don’t make Namor speak Spanish in your fics. Yes, I know Aquapapi is played by Tenoch Huerta (y está buenísimo el hombre ik), but Namor’s native language is Yucatec Maya. Making him speak the language of the colonizers who killed his people for terms of endearment and playing it off as his first language is a bit insulting, I think.

In Every Lifetime

summary: When Bucky’s first love from the 1940′s is found alive in cyro, he begins to question whether you’d turn from him in fear or disgust. 

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 5k

warnings: angsty angst (with a happy ending), bucky’s sad internal dialogue, 

Bucky had half a mind to wonder whether his heart might truly escape his chest. It pounded infernally against his rib cage; violently shaking against the bones until they splintered and cracked, he was certain he might look down at the SHIELD emblem on his sweatshirt to find blood soaking through the fabric. Or perhaps the bones of his sternum piercing through his skin. Hell, he might have left his heart on the tile a few paces behind him – throbbing on the ground, exposed to the elements.

He hadn’t so much as taken a breath since he caught word of what Stark uncovered in the Atlantic. It was only meant to be an exploratory mission; a simple means of honoring his father’s legacy by scanning the ocean depths in search of a history Howard had idolized in his time. Simple, apparently, to a billionaire with nothing but time on his well-manicured hands.   

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