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Hey guys, so my insta imsebastiansta.n was deleted bc I was apparently ‘impersonating’ Seb when I stated many times I was a fan page but it is what it is.
I made a new account, it’s adorablebucky if you’d like to follow me.
Unfortunately though, my acc was deleted before I could save any of my old posts so I have no idea where I left off on my Bucky story 😩
On the bright side, I can start from scratch and I’ll be more active this time round.
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Bucky and the Brief Brush
Title: Bucky and the Brief Brush
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: eventual Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 1298
Summary: The bonding that can happen over books is something that cannot be underestimated.
Warnings: Slow burn
Additional Notes: Follow up to Bucky and the Books; part of The Brooklyn Boys drabble series.
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He comes every Monday morning, then later in the week on Thursday or Friday, that’s the pattern that has developed.
“Do you do anything but read, Barnes?”
“You know I’m on a mission.”
“The 80 best books from the last 80 years list that I have many qualms with.”
“I’m no quitter.”
You smirk. “You’re such a nerd.”
He scoffs. “Of the two of us, who owns a bookshop?”
“You at this point, right? Where are you even keeping all your books?”
His jaw lifts just slightly. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Actually, you would… the professional side of you is curious, but so is the part of you that finds every new bit of information about this man more fascinating than you should.
“You better be treating them right, Barnes.”
He scoffs again, but this time in mock offense. “They are more than well taken care of.”
You finally let a grin split across your face, and he smiles back.
That smile melts you every time, and it seems to be coming more often and more easily with each visit to your shop.
After his first few visits, you build up enough credibility that he’s willing to buy essentially everything in the stack of books you curate for him between visits when he walks in, but you always insist on hearing his thoughts about the books he’s just read before you finalize the stack, sitting across from each other at any of the cozy tables in the café and bakery side of the shop, you making mental notes of any additions or alterations.
You talk about how much you hate that he gets to read Harry Potter all at once when you had to wait for years. This time you’ll be sending him away with the sixth book in the series – one of your favorites. Over the weeks, you’ve discovered that he loves fiction and non-fiction, just as you do, but he gravitates away from history books, preferring niche topical explorations and memoirs over biographies. You imagine that has to do with his own complicated relationship to time passing – in more ways than one – there’s the years he missed, the historical events he was part of that you think he’d like to avoid to a point, but you think he also gravitates to the niche and the memoir because they’re so robustly tied to elements of life. He was held hostage in sleep and missions for seventy years; getting to live a life now, it makes sense that he wants to indulge in the particular rather than the abstract.
And then there are the books on his list. It’s a fine enough list, but you have your disagreements over what was and was not included for some of the years. As much as you love when you connect over books you love, the way he can get carried away tearing a book apart when he does not like one of the reads is irresistible. He vacillates between short abrupt statements and impassioned tirades. The way Bucky can go from few words to a fountain of words is fascinating to you.
He's always mindful of your time though, and you’ve noticed he seems to time how long he’ll stay based off how long it takes for you to drink your tea or coffee. Sometimes he finishes his as well, sometimes he takes it with him. In the beginning you would order a small cup, but now that you know you’ll enjoy the time, you order the extra-large iced tea (you don’t need to overload on the caffeine with the largest coffee).
In addition to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, you’re sending him away this time with The Help and The Hidden Life of Trees. You went with a few H’s this time around. From his list, he’s fetched Atonement and All the Pretty Horses. It’s going to be an interesting collection of reading, to be sure, and so you pull one more book you’d gone back and forth on to complete the pile as you ring him up.
You found out when he was here last that he has a cat, and it made you think of a very niche book, making it the last in the stack you have for him today. You hold it up, and the look he gives you can only be described as a quizzical grin.
“Julia’s Cats?”
“Yes.”
“Ring it up then.”
You scan the barcode on the back of the book and then tell him the total. He taps his phone to the card reader while you smile down at the image of Julia Child and the orange cat on her lap that adorns the cover of the small hardback.  
“I just,” you trail off for a moment, and you skim your fingers over the spine of the book as you slip it into the tote bag (from your shop) that Bucky returns with each time. “Some books suck you in, but this one just wraps you up in, oh, I don’t know… non-invasive longing? It makes me want to pick up and move to France with my own Paul, dote on a cat, cook, and simply enjoy a perfect glass of wine every night for the rest of my life.”
“That sounds idyllic,” he says quietly.
As he reaches for the bag, his fingers brush over yours. You don’t move, or you can’t move, you’re not sure which it is, but the warm touch has you frozen. Finally, you raise your eyes to look at him. You clock the upturn of his lips in a tender smile a split second before he looks up as well, and then suddenly he blinks, his mouth drops open as if to say something, but then he closes it, and pulls the bag away, breaking contact.
“I’ll see you next week,” he says in a rush, turning away, and he’s out of the shop in less than two seconds.
You are left both flustered and frustrated, the fluttering you’d felt a moment before abruptly flattening with his hasty exit.
You decide to busy yourself with reorganizing some of the books in the children’s section to take your mind off that strange ending – and to avoid Greg, who has been keeping close tabs on Bucky’s visits whenever they coincide with his shifts.
Greg is not able to hide his smirk when you can’t avoid the office and him anymore.
You sink down into one of the chairs in the small shared office. “Just say it.”
“You say it,” he says, the smirk turning into a full but warm grin. “You like him.”
You huff impatiently. “I guess. Bucky is clever and challenging and fun.”
“And handsome. I’d switch teams for him.”
You laugh openly. “There’s no denying he is quite the specimen.”
“He’s your textbook tall, dark, and handsome, practically pulled straight from the description of almost every fictional man you’ve ever swooned over.”
“Are you speaking generally or specifically about my taste in fictional men? Should I feel attacked right now? I feel like I should feel attacked, but also, I’m not ashamed. I know I have a thing for tall, dark, and handsome – never denied it.”
“Well, I ‘ship it.”
“Stop! There’s nothing to ‘ship!”
“The hell there’s not!”
“He bolted when our hands brushed!”
Greg laughs. “Exactly! He’ll be back for more.”
“Greg!” You cover your face. “I can’t do this!”
“A developing friendship laced with a touch of longing: you know the trope as well as I do. Slow burn, big pay off.”
He winks and then slips out of the office.
This was fine. You were fine. It didn’t need to be romance. In fact, it really shouldn’t be romance. Friendship was fine. You needed it to stay friendship.
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Unholy Errand
Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x Reader, Ransom Drysdale Word Count: 4k Summary: You're caught in the crosshairs when a hit goes out for your boss.
Content Warnings: non-consent and dubious consent, cuckolding, bondage, knife play, dacryphilia, oral (m and f receiving), cumplay, spitting, facial/marking, groping, spanking, clothed males naked female, coarse language, mild but irreverent use of religious terminology/themes (we’ve got a bounty hunter who refers to himself as God – we’re not committing hard to the bit, but we are using the bit), use of pet names + no y/n
Notes: I was happily working on some other lovely things last weekend, and then Sunday afternoon, totally unprovoked, a rogue muse crept up and whispered, "Lloyd and God..." and my brain broke, and I told @navybrat817 and she immediately enabled/encouraged the sprouting of this fic (and helped identify exactly who these two would be after). I thought this might be fifteen hundred words... and then it hit 2k, and then 3k, and they still weren't done with poor Reader, so...
Additional Notes: First time writing Lloyd, God, or Ransom in any capacity. This is also straight up the filthiest thing I've gone all in on. Is it the filthiest thing that exists on the internet? Of course not, but my filthiest and READ THE TAGS. This is NOT your standard Aspen fic. But was this a bit of a riot to write? Yep. It had a chokehold on me all week, and I stayed up far too late to finish it off tonight because... if I didn't, life would've prevented me finishing for a couple more days, and I've been too eager to push this out.
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The clearing of his throat is what pulls your attention. You look up from your desk, taking in long legs in impossibly tight white slacks showing too much ankle, and a torso clad in a black turtleneck and blazer. A thick mustache lives above his smirk. He was too silent entering the offices, and he knows it, seems to revel in unsettling you. “Lloyd Hansen, the six o’clock appointment.”
“Yes, if you’ll follow me right this way,” you proffer politely, and move smoothly out of your chair, leading him to the door of your boss’s office. You give a short knock and open the door, announcing, “Lloyd Hansen, sir,” as you briefly step inside, holding the door open for the man.
He’s still smirking as he passes by, and then you sweep back out, but not before hearing Lloyd whistle and say, “Fancy shit you got yourself in this office, Ran,” as you close the door on them.
You sigh as you sit back down at your desk. Lloyd is your boss’s last meeting of the night, and he had seemed more than perturbed when he said to go ahead and accept the last-minute request Lloyd had made for the appointment. While this is the meeting of the day, Mr. Drysdale had made it clear he was staying late, which means you are also staying late, so you pull out the file of menus you keep in your desk and begin mulling over where to order dinner from tonight.
There’s a succession of loud thuds on the other side of the wall, and you only hesitate for a second before rushing into the office.
You stop dead, a small cry escaping your lips as you watch Lloyd wrestling Ransom to the ground.
“You may be sorry you disturbed us, sweetie, but since you’re here, be a good girl and close and lock that door so we don’t get interrupted by anyone else.”
You hesitate, staring in horror at the display before you: books knocked off the shelves, everything that’s usually so immaculately placed askew on the desk, a lamp overturned, Ransom Drysdale on the floor of his office with Lloyd Hansen’s knee pressed into his back and both arms pulled taught behind him while Lloyd binds his wrists together with the Hermes ascot scarf ripped from Ransom’s own neck.
Lloyd clucks his tongue. “Lock the door or I start cutting his fingers off. Barnes and Rogers only said they want your boss alive; they didn’t say how much of him still needs to be intact.”
“Do it,” Ransom grunts, turning his head away from you, clearly embarrassed at his predicament.
You turn and slowly close the door. You know there are still people working at Blood Like Wine tonight, and while it’s not likely that any of them will be passing through this wing after normal business hours, it’s probably safer that they stay out than accidentally stumble into whatever this dangerous mess is evolving into. You wished you had suppressed your own urge to investigate.
When you turn back around, Lloyd is unbuckling his belt as he continues to kneel against Ransoms back. He pulls it out, uses it to gag Ransom, giving it an additional tug after already pulling it tightly, and fastens it off.
“There, that’s just about perfect.”
“What are-?” You venture to ask, but he abruptly cuts you off.
“No one asked you to talk, sweetie, now come away from that door.”
You only take two reluctant steps towards them when there’s a scraping of wood that draws everyone’s attention to the opposite side of the room.
A piece of the floor is slowly being lifted from below, pushed out of the way, and then another man pops up from out of the floor. He hefts himself out of the hole in the floor and then drops a duffel bag on the floor, the heavy sound of muffled metal hinting at the equipment he’s brought with him.
“Oh, good, you’ve already done some of my work for me,” the tall, dark-haired man appraises the situation he’s just stepped into.
“Who the fuck are you, and where’d you come from?”
“Clearly you watched me ascend from a trapdoor in the floor.” He stalks over to stand in front of the large mahogany desk and sits back on the edge. “You didn’t think Harlan Thrombey - noted mystery author - wouldn’t have a publishing house full of trapdoors and secret passageways?”
“Didn’t need to, walked right in the front door. Still waiting to find out who you are.”
“God the Bounty Hunter.”
“Ooh,” Lloyd cocks his head, and another one of his smirks returns, “I can’t say I hate the audacity. Very bold. But there are a lot of gods and only one Lloyd Hansen.
“Now we’re clearly both here because of the hit put out for this prick, but since there are two of them and two of us, why don’t you make yourself useful, God, and tie up this little Margaret while I get Ransom nice and comfortable here.”
“With pleasure,” God says, and beckons you over to him.
The way he fixes you with his gaze is so intense you can’t to resist his silent command. He stands when you’re just a foot or two away, puts a ringer under your chin to tilt your head up, and looks down into your face. You don’t dare look away, nor do you want to, for some reason.
After another moment, he lets your chin drop, and God begins to circle you, looking you up and down. You hold very still. “You don’t need to be tied up, do you? You like to behave, to be praised.”
Lloyd lets out a loud, longsuffering sigh. “Fine, it can be more fun when they’re tied up, but I’m not picky as long as I get what I want.” Then his tone changes, directing his next words at you. “Understand, sweetie?”
You nod.
“Good.” With that, Lloyd pushes his knee roughly into Ransom’s back, drawing a painful groan from the bound man, before standing and hauling Ransom up with him. He shoves Ransom down to sit on the couch that faces the desk in the small entertaining area of Ransom’s office. “Now Relax, let me pour myself a drink. No reason we can’t enjoy ourselves for a few minutes, for old time’s sake.”
While Lloyd pours some bourbon, God steps right up behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat of him. He moves your hair off your shoulder, and leans close to whisper in your ear, “You be very good, and I’ll make you my angel.” You can’t help but shiver - it’s the heat of his breath at your neck and the promised threat - and you know he notices your reaction, because there’s a soft, dark chuckle before he presses a hot kiss to the base of your neck. His hand comes around to your front, toying with the edge of your open collar, and then he lightly draws his index finger along your clavicle and then up the other side of your neck. You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until you gasp when his other hand quickly pushes a small piece of metal right below your ear.
“And what’s that?” Lloyd asks, not missing the tagging.
“A little incentive for obedience,” God answers. “Fifty-thousand volts when fully unleashed.”
There’s a non-electrically generated jolt in your stomach, but it’s not pure fear, it’s tinged with a little adrenaline as well.
“Huh. To each his own. Now down to business, Ran.”
God steps back and then leans on the edge of the desk again. He pulls you to stand between his legs, your back up against his chest, and his hands settle on your shoulders. Standing against him like this has your hips aligned with his, and you have no doubt it’s setting the stage for his intentions, even if it seems harmless enough now. It mimics a familiarity between partners that is both soothing and unsettling.
Across the room, Lloyd takes a seat on the other side of the couch from Ransom, drink in one hand, and draping his arm casually along the back of the couch. “It was quite a convenient circumstance that even had me nearby to make this social call Ransom. Couldn’t be happier that I’d get to drop in on you for something like this. Ransom and I both went to Yale, you know,” he tosses this part across the room to you and God. “Even ended up in the same fraternity. But he was a senior, I was a freshman. Didn’t spare me the time of day except for the hazing, right?”
His focus shifts back to Ransom, who only gives Lloyd a cold stare, unmoving, clearly not wanting to give Lloyd the satisfaction of any emotional reactions.
God’s hands shift from your shoulders and begin to stroke up and down your arms.
“Why am I boring us all with the backstory though? Old college buddies is pretty typical. You know what’s not typical? Barnes and Rogers putting a bounty out for someone. They’ve got their own guys, and you’re not hard to find.”
The hands move from your arms to your waist, moving up and down your ribs, and still Lloyd keeps talking.
“So, either you’re too important and they wanted the closest person available to pick you up and make a rush delivery to their door, or you’re not important enough for them to want to dispatch any of their own men to deal with you. Outsourcing because you’re still an inconvenience to them, and they can’t let you go unpunished.
Strong hands on your hips.
“Maybe you can prove to be useful tonight, sweetie. How long have you worked for Ranny here?”
You don’t know if you should be surprised that he’s turned his attention to you for questioning, but you do your best to keep your mind focused as you answer him. “I’ve worked for Mr. Drysdale for – oh –” God starts rubbing circles over your hipbones, applying more pressure and pushing you back against a very prominent erection “– a little over seven months.”
“Mr. Drysdale, eh?” Lloyd’s perennial smirk grows, and he tilts his head, tsking again. “You don’t have to pretend like you’re not assisting him after hours, I told you we were in the same frat, so I know what this bastard gets up to.”
Your mouth drops open a little, and Lloyd looks from you to Ransom, whose cold stare has turned into an unmistakable glare.
“Oho! So, she does only assist you professionally?” Lloyd laughs, seemingly out of genuine amusement. “You really are useless, Ranny.”
God is still relentless in touching you, exploring over and even under the clothing, one of his hands sliding down your leg to slip under your skirt to skim up your thigh, and the other stroking just under your breasts, calculated touches to evoke responses but not yet to take or give any more satisfaction.
Both strangers are demanding your attention, and you’re almost evenly divided between Lloyd’s words and God’s actions.
“She probably would’ve slept with you the first two weeks on the job, but now she’s gotta know you’re an insufferable prick.”
Would you have? You don’t think either statement is true. You were never drawn in by Ransom, and since working for him, you’ve only been focused on doing your job well, getting a good paycheck, and going home. Ransom wasn’t particularly demanding compared to other executives, and so you had only wanted him to continue to respect and rely on your assistance so he’d find you indispensable and raise your salary regularly.
God finally speaks again. “We should let the man see what he’ll never have.”
Lloyd sits back in the chair. “I’m not opposed.”
Your face burned. There was no question what he meant, and you did not want Ransom to see you on display, but Lloyd is intimidating and God is intoxicating, so you can do no more than comply as God unzips your skirt and pushes it to the floor.
Next he turns you around and works on the buttons of your shirt, in no hurry, putting your ass on display for Lloyd and Ransom while torturing you with more of the heated, intense eye contact that makes you nearly forget to breathe.
You’re only warned that Lloyd’s behind you when God looks over your shoulder, and you turn your head, but before you can fully face him, his hand has come down against your ass with enough force that you fall against God’s chest. He spanks you again, harder, and you whimper in God’s arms, your head falling against his shoulder with the sting and shock and humiliation.
Then, in another quick turn of events, Lloyd grasps the waistband of your panties with one hand, and you briefly feel the chill of metal against your skin as he slips a knife under the fabric and then slashes them away with two strokes and throws the fabric on the desk.
“Move, God, I want her up on the desk.”
God stands again, and he pulls your shirt off your shoulders as he moves away.
Lloyd could unclasp your bra, but of course Lloyd uses the knife to slice through the band.
“Drop it,” he instructs.
With a deep, steadying breath, you do as he says.
“Turn and sit up on the desk for us.”
You’ve taken hundreds of orders from this office, completing tasks you enjoyed and hated, this can be just another of those.
“Open those thighs for us all to see, sweetie.”
You close your eyes. You know what they will see, and the shame burns in your stomach.
Lloyd taps the flat part of his knife just above your knee. “Now.”
You bite your lip and look at the ground as you spread your legs. Lloyd presses the edge of the knife to the flesh of your inner thigh, forcing you to spread even wider if you don’t want him to cut into you.
Lloyd brings his knife to your chin to tilt your face up to look at him as he traces your wet folds with two fingers. The smirk is gone, replaced by a wicked grin. “Nice and slick for us.”
“God’s handiwork,” the other man is quick to note.
“Sure. A nice little sacrificial offering. Now, Ransom, since you’ve never had a taste, seems a shame not to give you a sample,” Lloyd says.
Ransom shifts and begins to stand, but Lloyd turns abruptly and points at him with the knife. “Stay there, you dumb fuck.”
Ransom sits back again.
“And don’t you dare look away.” He looks to God. “Shoot him if he does.”
God pulls a gun from behind his back that he must have had tucked into his waistband. You watch as he moves to the other side of the room and stands behind Ransom. He plants his gun at the base of Ransom’s skull, then locks eyes with you again. It’s clear he doesn’t want take his eyes off you if he’s going to have to ensure Ransom doesn’t either. Something in your chest stirs under his rapt attention.
Lloyd demands your attention again as he grips your hips and pulls you to the edge of the mahogany desk. He slaps your pussy, drawing a sharp cry from you, then drops down to delve between your thighs. He gives your clit a vicious nip, and you bit back another yelp. His tongue plunders into your cunt, licking and sucking, and your hands are moving to grasp his skull to anchor yourself, but he’s already pulling away. As he stands, he yanks you off the desk, and strides across the room, dragging you with him.
He spits directly in Ransom’s face – a combination of Lloyd’s saliva and your slick that he’s not able to do anything but let drip down his face. Your mouth is agape, truly shocked. Ransom’s entire body radiates rage and embarrassment.
“That’s all you’ll be getting from her, Drysdale.”
Then Lloyd’s shoves you to your knees, putting you on display in profile to the other men. He undoes the zipper of his pants, releasing his cock, no underwear to fuss about.
“Open up,” he demands, and you comply, unwilling to provoke this demon who clearly doesn’t play by any rules.
He slips the angry red tip of his cock into your mouth. “Be good,” he warns. You give a small nod, closing your mouth around him. With one hand, he grips your head and begins to thrust in and out of your mouth. You and gag, and your eyes close as you try to focus very hard on breathing through your nose. He’s hitting the back of your throat with each brutal thrust, and the tears spill quickly down your face.
“Eyes on me,” he grunts, and you force them open and look up at him, knowing what he wants to see. He groans in approval. “You are a pretty little trinket, prettier when you cry.”
Then he abruptly pulls you off his dick and grips you by the chin and turns your head for Ransom and God. “Fucking look at her, swollen lips, gasping for breath, desperate.”
Just as quickly he slots his dick back in your mouth, this time gripping your head with both hands and he fucks your face with abandon. Fast. Hard. Your whimpers turn into sobs, and your hands come up to brace and grasp desperately at his thighs. “You can still take it,” Lloyd growls, undeterred, and you’re powerless to stop him. The tears are not just running but flooding down your cheeks. It’s too much now, and you can’t get enough air, and vision is going black. Finally he throws you off and away from him, and turns to aim his cock at Ransom, shooting his load over his face and shoulders, letting out a hiss that turns into a hum.
You’re hunched over and you wretch – blessedly only once – bracing your hands on the floor, and you gulp and heave, lungs fraught for the necessary oxygen.
Lloyd is talking again. The voice registers, but not the words.
And there are warm hands on you again. One rubbing small circles at the base of your spine, the other pushing your hair out of your face and coaxing you to look up at him.
With enough soothing, God has you breathing evenly again, and you’re still crying a little, but he helps you up onto the couch and sits next to you, very close, and he tucks a hand under your chin and lifts your face up, then he licks your left cheek, then the right, lapping up the tears. You hiccup, not sure how to react. Then he merely strokes your cheek, and the fingers trail down your neck, down your chest, down, down…
“Boring,” Lloyd announces.
You look up at him for a moment, but then God’s questing fingers reach the point he really wants to concentrate his might on, plunging into your wet cunt, and your eyes flutter closed.
“I’m eager to be done here,” Lloyd continues while God continues pumping his digits in and out of you. “We don’t need any more dumbasses showing up for this fool.”
“Agreed,” God says, casually as if he’s not beginning to pull you apart softly but surely. “You take him. I’ll keep her. There’s room for her in the trunk next to the cargo.”
“Fine, I wasn’t fussed about the goods anyway, I only took this job for the satisfaction of humiliating Drysdale, and that’s already exceeded my expectations. I’m sure Barnes and Rogers will give you enough for the recovered inventory even without him, and I’ll do you a solid and not mention the little side piece you’ll be keeping for yourself.”
God moves you off the couch, coaxing you to lean over the coffee table and kneels behind you. “Good.”
You moan as God slowly pushes his hard length inside your cunt.
There’s a thud next to you, and you turn to see a pile of Ransom hit the floor a few feet away.
“I assume you’ve got a way to move this man through down in that passage?” Lloyd asks, dragging the unconscious figure across the floor by his feet.
“Mhmm,” he responds, more intent on the movement of his hips against yours, slowly pistonning in and out of your tight heat.
“Good. This was fun enough, but let’s not do this again.”
God pulls your head up roughly to look at Lloyd just as he’s about to drop into the floor. “Say goodbye to Lloyd, Angel.”
You’re barely able to make the, “Bye,” tumble out of your lips, you’re so full of this man behind you, and his sudden roughness taking you by surprise.
Lloyd chuckles, then disappears.
God lets you drop back down, leaning on your elbows.
“I thought he’d never stop talking,” God murmurs.
It’s bitter, but a laugh actually falls from your lips, but you still can’t form words.
“There’s other things I’d rather do with you around than talk.”
He adjusts his angle from behind you. It allows him to plunge more of his cock into your slick channel, and you groan, but then after only a few thrusts, he pauses, balls deep inside you.
“You took what he gave you, but I think you don’t want me to stop, do you?”
You’re breathless. You can’t speak. You don’t want to speak?
He places his right hand, palm flat, at the base of your spine and presses it slowly up your back, his middle finger trailing up the ridge of your vertebrae, and you can feel the metal of his ring draw a line along your skin.
“You were very good.”
He rocks his hips against you, and you whimper.
“I said I would make you mine if you were good.”
Another rocking. He moves his hand from the nape of your neck around to grip it fully, and he pulls you back up against his chest, and you’re gasping for air for a moment, both hands coming up to clutch at his arm.
He lowers his voice and delivers his next words right into your ear. “You want to be mine, don’t you?”
Your pussy clenches around him, and he presses a kiss against your throat, and you feel the smile of his lips against your skin.
His other hand moves down across your hip, to your vee, and his deft fingers stroke your throbbing clit. He doesn’t move his cock, but he does move those fingers expertly, drawing tight little circles that wind you up to the top until you’re flung off the edge and into pure pleasure.
Coming down from your first orgasm, you sink against him. As your breathing returns to normal, the hand on your neck remains like an anchor, but his other hand moves up to tilt your chin to the side and up to meet his lips. The kiss claims you, and you part your lips for him, just as you’ve parted your legs for him – willingly.
“That was one, but I want a trinity to secure your devotion here tonight. I’m going to fuck you dumb, dress you, and then you’re going to walk out of here like a sweet little angel and get in my car. Then I’ll let you choose. You can sit up front and keep my cock warm or you can crawl in the back of the trunk. Your choice.”
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Condom Mishap
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: fluff, a little bit of smut at the end, talks of condoms, shy bucky, nerdy bucky, mention of Bucky’s cock and erections
Word count: 1217
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It was a warm sunny day, you, and Bucky where currently in your shared apartment. You were in the bedroom sorting out your wardrobe while Bucky was laying down on your shared bed, talking about the mission he just finished for work.
“And then Sam blasted the last HYDRA agent. He’s now back at the compound for questioning.” He finished, with a little wavier in his voice. You knew how hard HYDRA missions were for him, you expressed your concerns countless times and each time he’d tell you that he was okay, that he can do it. But every time he came home, you could see that each mission took a piece of him.
You finished hanging the last item of clothing and closed the wardrobe doors.
“Are you sure you’re okay though?” you questioned with concern in your voice, and a frown on your face.
“I’m… I’m doing better.” He breathed, truthfully. Making you release a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
“Now, how about a little fun time.” Bucky smirked, leaning in to kiss you but you pulled back.
“Oh no you don’t, big guy. If you want fun time, you need to pop down to the store and grab some more condoms.” You chuckled, as his face drained colour.
“H-how will I know what to get?” he stuttered so quietly you didn’t even notice.
“You know what size you are, babe. Just grab and go.” You softly smiled at him and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Bucky to his thoughts.
Bucky stayed on the bed for a few minutes, trying to sike himself up.
He’d never been to the store to grab condoms; they were so different from what he was used to in 40’s. It was usually you grabbing them when you went shopping, but you must have forgot this time.
He slipped on his shoes, not bothering to change out of his comfy sweats he was wearing and grabbed his wallet from the bedside cabinet.
Walking out of the bedroom, he made his way to the kitchen where you were pottering about.
“I’ll be back, doll. Love you.” He reached down to kiss you goodbye.
“See you soon, love you baby.” You kissed him back, not sensing his nerves and he was on his way.
It didn’t take Bucky long to reach the store.
He walked in, nodded politely at the little old lady behind the register as she said her hellos and made his way to the condom section.
Bucky’s eyes scanned the entire stock.
He’d never seen so many brands, styles, or colours of condoms before.
Getting more confused by the minute, he remembered what you told him. “You know what size you are, just grab and go.”
So, that’s what he did.
He grabbed a box, not even looking at the size or brand and went to the till.
As Bucky stood there, he tried to cover his face with his long hair to hide the blushing mess he had become. The little old lady didn’t even bat an eye. For that, Bucky was thankful.
She scanned the box, telling Bucky the total so he can pay and be on his way.
He shoved the box into his pocket and made a brisk walk home, so he could hide forever.
When Bucky walked into your shared apartment, you were sitting on the couch in the living room with a book in hand and a fresh cup of tea steaming away on the coffee table.
He pulled out the box and dropped it on the table making you jump as he walked away.
You put your book down and grabbed the box and saw the size he got.
Small.
You stood up with the box in hand and went to your shared bedroom.
“Baby?” you called opening in the door to see Bucky sitting on the end looking more confused than ever.
“There was so many. I was so confused.” He started and turned to look at you, “why is there so many?”
“I don’t know, baby. People just like variety, I guess.” You shrugged softly and sat down beside him.
“I got the wrong size, didn’t I?” he sighed and rubbed his face with his hands and groaned, causing you to giggle softly.
“Hey, its okay. Let me grab my shoes and we’ll go together.” You kissed his cheek and got up off the bed to grab your shoes.
You came back with your shoes on as Bucky stood up and grabbed your hand, linking his fingers with yours as you both made your way back to the store.
When you both got to the store, you waved hello to the lady behind the till and made your way, with Bucky in hand, to the condom section again.
Looking at Bucky’s face filled with confusion, you explain what the types were, what sizes they had and what colours and flavours they came in.  
He was still a little embarrassed but asked a couple of questions which you were happy to answer to the best of your knowledge.
When you were both finished, you grabbed his size (king size) and went back to the lady at the till to pay.
Once you were finished, you put the box in your pocket and Bucky grabbed your hand linking his fingers again as you walked home.
It didn’t take long for Bucky to rip your clothes off when you got home and use up the entire box you purchased.
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A FEW WEEKS LATER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been 3 weeks since the whole condom mishap with Bucky. During those 3 weeks, Bucky’s confidence in getting condoms had rocketed.
Every day you came home from work, or when he came home from a mission, he’d always had a new box for you both to try out.
You didn’t complain, you loved it.
Although you had so many boxes, Sam and Steve thought you were selling them. When you had to explain Bucky’s obsession with different condom types, they were sorry they asked.
 It wasn’t until one night; you had gotten in from work and made your way to the bedroom you knew Bucky would be.
What you didn’t expect, is to find the lights off and standing in the middle of the room, sporting a glow in the dark condom on his erected cock, was Bucky.
“Hey, doll. Check out my light saber.” You couldn’t see him, but you could sense he was grinning.
He leant forward and pressed a button on his phone. The sound that came out, is what made you die along with watching Bucky swing his erection around to the light saber effect.
When you calmed down with your laughter, Bucky stalked towards you and picked you up, chucking you on the bed and within seconds you were naked.
He flipped you onto your stomach, so your ass was in the air as he lent forward to whisper in your ear.
“Do you think you can take my light saber pounding you?” he breathed, causing shivers to run down your spine as he slipped his cock into your dripping wet pussy causing you to squeak out a moan.
You knew when he was like his, you’d feel him in your cervix for days.
But that was always the best part about sex with Bucky.
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Hiiiii!! I’m so sorry I’ve been extremely inactive and I’m so behind on my requests. I had surgery 2 weeks ago (oral surgery) so I’ve been recovering and it was my birthday yesterday so happy birthday to meee!
Anyway, thank you so much for being extremely patient. I appreciate every one of you and thank you for 921 followers, we’re really close to 1k!!
Right now, I’m watching House and I’m going to make a start on updating PR Stunt and Falling and then work on my requests.
For now, please accept this cute photo of Seb as an apology for being absent 💜
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Well at least someone has room.
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Requests are open for the next couple hours, been a while since I’ve written and I’ve got complete writers block ✨
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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.
I love my mom.
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I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY
Will not risk.
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Happy Valentine’s Day lovely people ❤️
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Condom Mishap
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: fluff, a little bit of smut at the end, talks of condoms, shy bucky, nerdy bucky, mention of Bucky’s cock and erections
Word count: 1217
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It was a warm sunny day, you, and Bucky where currently in your shared apartment. You were in the bedroom sorting out your wardrobe while Bucky was laying down on your shared bed, talking about the mission he just finished for work.
“And then Sam blasted the last HYDRA agent. He’s now back at the compound for questioning.” He finished, with a little wavier in his voice. You knew how hard HYDRA missions were for him, you expressed your concerns countless times and each time he’d tell you that he was okay, that he can do it. But every time he came home, you could see that each mission took a piece of him.
You finished hanging the last item of clothing and closed the wardrobe doors.
“Are you sure you’re okay though?” you questioned with concern in your voice, and a frown on your face.
“I’m… I’m doing better.” He breathed, truthfully. Making you release a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
“Now, how about a little fun time.” Bucky smirked, leaning in to kiss you but you pulled back.
“Oh no you don’t, big guy. If you want fun time, you need to pop down to the store and grab some more condoms.” You chuckled, as his face drained colour.
“H-how will I know what to get?” he stuttered so quietly you didn’t even notice.
“You know what size you are, babe. Just grab and go.” You softly smiled at him and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Bucky to his thoughts.
Bucky stayed on the bed for a few minutes, trying to sike himself up.
He’d never been to the store to grab condoms; they were so different from what he was used to in 40’s. It was usually you grabbing them when you went shopping, but you must have forgot this time.
He slipped on his shoes, not bothering to change out of his comfy sweats he was wearing and grabbed his wallet from the bedside cabinet.
Walking out of the bedroom, he made his way to the kitchen where you were pottering about.
“I’ll be back, doll. Love you.” He reached down to kiss you goodbye.
“See you soon, love you baby.” You kissed him back, not sensing his nerves and he was on his way.
It didn’t take Bucky long to reach the store.
He walked in, nodded politely at the little old lady behind the register as she said her hellos and made his way to the condom section.
Bucky’s eyes scanned the entire stock.
He’d never seen so many brands, styles, or colours of condoms before.
Getting more confused by the minute, he remembered what you told him. “You know what size you are, just grab and go.”
So, that’s what he did.
He grabbed a box, not even looking at the size or brand and went to the till.
As Bucky stood there, he tried to cover his face with his long hair to hide the blushing mess he had become. The little old lady didn’t even bat an eye. For that, Bucky was thankful.
She scanned the box, telling Bucky the total so he can pay and be on his way.
He shoved the box into his pocket and made a brisk walk home, so he could hide forever.
When Bucky walked into your shared apartment, you were sitting on the couch in the living room with a book in hand and a fresh cup of tea steaming away on the coffee table.
He pulled out the box and dropped it on the table making you jump as he walked away.
You put your book down and grabbed the box and saw the size he got.
Small.
You stood up with the box in hand and went to your shared bedroom.
“Baby?” you called opening in the door to see Bucky sitting on the end looking more confused than ever.
“There was so many. I was so confused.” He started and turned to look at you, “why is there so many?”
“I don’t know, baby. People just like variety, I guess.” You shrugged softly and sat down beside him.
“I got the wrong size, didn’t I?” he sighed and rubbed his face with his hands and groaned, causing you to giggle softly.
“Hey, its okay. Let me grab my shoes and we’ll go together.” You kissed his cheek and got up off the bed to grab your shoes.
You came back with your shoes on as Bucky stood up and grabbed your hand, linking his fingers with yours as you both made your way back to the store.
When you both got to the store, you waved hello to the lady behind the till and made your way, with Bucky in hand, to the condom section again.
Looking at Bucky’s face filled with confusion, you explain what the types were, what sizes they had and what colours and flavours they came in.  
He was still a little embarrassed but asked a couple of questions which you were happy to answer to the best of your knowledge.
When you were both finished, you grabbed his size (king size) and went back to the lady at the till to pay.
Once you were finished, you put the box in your pocket and Bucky grabbed your hand linking his fingers again as you walked home.
It didn’t take long for Bucky to rip your clothes off when you got home and use up the entire box you purchased.
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A FEW WEEKS LATER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It had been 3 weeks since the whole condom mishap with Bucky. During those 3 weeks, Bucky’s confidence in getting condoms had rocketed.
Every day you came home from work, or when he came home from a mission, he’d always had a new box for you both to try out.
You didn’t complain, you loved it.
Although you had so many boxes, Sam and Steve thought you were selling them. When you had to explain Bucky’s obsession with different condom types, they were sorry they asked.
 It wasn’t until one night; you had gotten in from work and made your way to the bedroom you knew Bucky would be.
What you didn’t expect, is to find the lights off and standing in the middle of the room, sporting a glow in the dark condom on his erected cock, was Bucky.
“Hey, doll. Check out my light saber.” You couldn’t see him, but you could sense he was grinning.
He leant forward and pressed a button on his phone. The sound that came out, is what made you die along with watching Bucky swing his erection around to the light saber effect.
When you calmed down with your laughter, Bucky stalked towards you and picked you up, chucking you on the bed and within seconds you were naked.
He flipped you onto your stomach, so your ass was in the air as he lent forward to whisper in your ear.
“Do you think you can take my light saber pounding you?” he breathed, causing shivers to run down your spine as he slipped his cock into your dripping wet pussy causing you to squeak out a moan.
You knew when he was like his, you’d feel him in your cervix for days.
But that was always the best part about sex with Bucky.
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Safe Place
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Summary: You are Bucky’s safe place. Well your boobs are. 
Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, mention of boobs
Word count: 317 short but sweet
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
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It all started on a sunny Tuesday. You and Bucky were currently laying on the sofa in the common room of the tower, Bucky was laying between your legs, his hips were on yours pining you down so you couldn’t move, not that you want too anyway. 
It was a bad day today. You knew it was because he was like a lost puppy dog following you around all day begging for his safe place.
And that’s how you ended up pinned under a super soldier, with his face gently nestled in between your boobs while you were reading your book. A comforting silence washed over you both, making Bucky sigh with calmness. His hands trying to go around you so he could be closer, so you arched your back slightly to help him and relaxed when he connected his arms.
You heard a muffled “thank you” causing you to giggle slightly at the vibrations in your chest.
“You’re most welcome bubba.” You whispered, kissing the top of his head as to not disturb the peaceful silence between you both.
It was a little over an hour when your silence was interrupted by the ding of the elevator, causing you to look up from your book to see Sam walking out with his head in his phone.
“Hey.” He greeted, doing a double take. “What is he doing?”
“Hi, Sam.” You greeted back, smiling at him, and then going back to your book. “It’s not a good day today.”
Sam nodded understandingly, hearing a muffled “piss off pigeon” causing him to shake his head as you giggled again from the vibrations.
“Feel better soon, Tin Man.” Sam called before walking away, making Bucky growl into your chest.
“Hey. Less of that.” You scolded playful as he whined, snuggling into your boobs more and sighing happily.
He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
You are Bucky’s safe place.
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Harem part 1
This is mainly for the kink group I am in ^-^ Shaf https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/shafverani Nevey https://nevenabadr.tumblr.com/ Chelsea https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/imsebastiansta-n Momo https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/momoko-chan13 https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/buckys-fairy
A typical morning in the Harem of Sebastian Stan, not many people would understand how it began, but then for this home, everyone lived in harmony. A place of peace, love and understanding as everyone knew their role, and most of all, they loved and shared the same man.
Sebastian never thought he’d be in this kind of relationship. But he loved waking up as he looked to his left to see Nevey sleeping soundly, on his right was Momo hugging onto his chest. “Morning…” He brushed her purple hair from her face kissing her softly.
Momo moaned softly stretching her body into his, “No…” She held onto him tighter, “No morning, still sleepy.” She kept her eyes closed.
“I’m awake,” Nevey played a hand up his chest with a seductive smile, “Momo, you hogged the blankets again…”
Momo grinned, “I’m sorry,” Her eyes finally opening, “My glasses?” she rubbed her eyes lightly.
Sebastian laughed reaching to the shelf above the bed picking up the glasses handing them to her. “Here…” He watched her put them on, “Also you promised me a bunch of cookies.”
“I did,” she grinned, “Oh shit I did!” jumping from the bed she grabbed a random t-shirt from the ground, turning to find shorts, then stopped. “I’ll shower,” She froze seeing Emy standing at the door.
“You better hurry before Chelsea uses all the hot water…” Emy laughed, “Also who cleaned the kitchen last night?”
“That would be me.” Sebastian stared at Emy, “You forgot.” He raised his eyebrow at her.
Emy slowly stepped back to the door, “I, am, so…” She inhaled, “So, very sorry.” She held her hands together. “Forgive me?”
“We’ll see,” He exhaled looking to Nevey still cuddling to his side, “Should she be punished?” He asked her with a smirk.
Nevey glanced to Emy’s face, then Momo standing beside the bed putting her shorts on, “I, don’t know…” She wished for someone to help her, “I mean she’s been funny a while.”
“I think she’s forgotten her meds again,” Momo turned to Emy, “I’m not being mean, just honest.”
“I’ll check the medication cabinet,” He slowly got out of the bed, he walked out of the room, knowing all three of them were watching his bare ass leaving them in the room alone.
Emy snapped her attention to Momo, “I think you’re right.”
“I know I’m right,” She placed her hands to her hips looking to Nevey, “Was it your week to remind her?”
“Nope,” She stretched out on the bed like a cat, “It’s Shaf’s turn,” She yawned getting out the bed finding her dressing gown, “I helped last week.”
“I’m not that forgetful,” Emy said trying to think of the last time she remembered her medication. “Am I?”
Momo tapped her shoulder, “you can’t help it, it’s been a hard week.” She nodded, “Also you have been stressing about the book.”
“Shit!” Emy rushed from the room.
Nevey couldn’t help but laugh, “She forgot her editor zoom call today.” She pointed out as she walked to the door, “I’m going to make the coffee.” She left Momo in the room alone, she now started to pick up the dirty clothes putting them into the hamper.
Shaf stood in the large kitchen, she loved the view from the window of the woodland that surrounded the house, she smiled starting to make something for everyone to eat, partly for the fact she’d been trying to think of how today was going to pan out.
“Did Emy take her meds this morning?” Nevey asked heading to the coffee machine.
Shaf turned her face, “Yea,” She stopped, “But with her mind on her book deal, she’s been extra anxious about everything.” She shrugged, “You making coffee?”
“Yup,” Nevey let out a yawn again, “I’m just sore,” She smiled thinking of last night, “Just let you know Seb is going to be hitting the gym today.”
“Yup,” Shaf picked up the protein shake, “Also Momo has her doctor’s appointment at three,” She pointed to the day planner on the wall.
Momo walked into the kitchen when hearing her name, “Yea, just a random checkup,” She picked up a piece of bacon from the counter, “Also I am going to be in my writing mood today, so I’ll be in my office.” She looked over the kitchen, “I’m going to take my shower…”
“Think Chelsea is going to be using all the hot water.” Shaf giggled, “plus I think Seb just joined her.” She wiggled her eyebrow.
Momo walked over to the kitchen table sitting down, “I can wait,” She now glanced up to Nevey, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, just a little sore,” She sat down carefully, “I’ll be okay.” She looked over to Momo, then played her hand on the table. “I’ve got so much to do, and I have no motivation to do any of it.” She exhaled placing her head on the table. “My office is calling me.”
“Well, if we both work for an hour or so, we can go shopping before my doctor’s appointment.” Momo smiled, “And then we can get some stuff to make dinner tonight.” She brushed her hand to Nevey’s shoulder rubbing it lightly.
Nevey turned her head lightly, “I like that idea,” She couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m just simply happy.”
“I bet you would be,” Emy walked into the kitchen heading to the fridge taking out a bottle of flavored water. “I could hear you through the walls last night.” She sat down with them taking a sip from her drink. “My editor said that I’ve got to re write chapter seven again.” She grunted, “It’s getting frustrating.”
“Want me to help?” Momo stood up heading for the fridge to get a drink for herself, “I mean, if you don’t mind me asking.”
Emy nodded, “Please.”
“We can all help,” Nevey got up going to the coffee machine, she took some mugs out pouring everyone out a coffee, by now she knew how everyone liked their coffee. “You should come shopping with Momo and me.”
“Might help,” Momo stood beside Nevey picking up a coffee mug with her name on, then Emy’s one. “You’ve not left the house in days.” She added as she placed the mug in front of her.
Emy sighed, “You’re right…”
“Can I come too?” Shaf asked holding her coffee mug, she looked hopeful to the other girls.
Nevey laughed, “Of course you can,” She placed her arm around her shoulder, “We can buy some new clothes, and just have a relaxing afternoon.”
“I like that,” Shaf drank some of her coffee, “I’m going to finish making breakfast, then I’m going to start cleaning the lounge.” She headed back to the hob to check on the eggs.
“I’m going to get ready for the day,” Momo finished her coffee heading out of the kitchen.
Emy sat at her desk looking over her chapter, she liked that her office looked over the pool and outside gym, she could see Seb was working on his arms today. Personally, she loved his arm days, so instead of focusing on her rewrite, she watched him lifting weights.
“Why is it so messy in here?” Chelsea laughed as she walked towards the desk.
Emy rolled her eyes, “I’m busy…”
“I can see that,” She stood beside the desk looking out the window, “I mean you’ve got so much inspiration.” Chelsea sighed seeing Sebastian lifting his water bottle taking a long drink.
A smile breaking over Emy’s face, “I can’t lie.” Her eyes focused on the window as Sebastian could see them watching him as he waved to them.
Chelsea bit her lip, “You doing okay?” She asked finding a chair to sit down.
“I’m good,” Emy glanced back to her laptop, then slowly turning to Chelsea, “I guess I thought writing a book would be more fun.”
“It’s work,” Chelsea laughed, “You need to put in the effort.”
Emy shrugged, “I know.” She played with her hair, “I need to buy some dye for my hair when we’re out.”
“Yea,” She glanced to her watch, “Momo and Nevey will be leaving soon.” She looked around the office. “Please tell me you’re planning on cleaning up.”
“I might,” She pointed, “No promises,” She glanced to where a pile of yarn was all over the floor, and other corner with her craft supplies. “No promises.”
Chelsea rolled her eyes, “I’m going to tell Seb.”
“Oh,” Emy grinned, “Please do…” Her eyes wide as she thought of how he would react to her mess.
She got the door, “You really like being punished.”
“Yup,” Emy closed her laptop, “I’m going to change before we leave.” She glanced around the room, “I need to buy hair dye.”
“You already said that.” Chelsea headed out the room with her, “And I’m going to get myself ready to leave.” She started to head to her bedroom.
Emy knew she wanted to look her best, she brushed her hands down her skinny jeans wearing an oversize t-shirt in black, she sat at the front door putting on her boots, she stopped as Momo picked up her ballet pumps, she glanced over to Emy raising her eyebrow. “You not trying on clothes?” She asked slipping her own shoes on.
“Na,” She finishing zipping up, “Just need to get hair dye.”
Momo glanced to Emy’s hair, “Changing colour already?” She laughed picking her jacket up, she felt good about her black leggings and tank top in purple, she put her jacket on.
“I’m bored,” She shrugged taking her hoodie, “Thinking yellow and orange,” She twirled the faded green hair.
Nevey laughed taking her coat, “You’ve only had it two weeks,” She playfully pushed Emy, “You need help?”
“Please, I don’t want to mess the back up,” Emy felt better about the day now.
Shaf pulled on her jacket on, “So, are we going to buy food for dinner too?” She picked up her bag.
“Yea,” Momo nodded, “I’m not going to be long in the doctor’s,” She found her bag, then looked to Nevey. “So, who’s driving?” Everyone looked to her, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Me,” She took the keys for their van.
“Has anyone told Seb we’re going out?” Chelsea asked as she put her coat on.
There was a long pause, “Maybe we should leave him a note.” Emy quickly rushed away from the front door.
Nevey took out her phone, “I’ll just message him in the group chat.” She watched Emy rushing back, “I’m just messaging him.”
“Good, cos I couldn’t find the whiteboard pen.” Emy headed out the front door towards the van. “Shotgun!” She shouted as she got to the front seat. “Well come on!” She
Everyone exiting the house, “Just don’t let her pick the music.” Chelsea opened the back door to the van getting in.
“Why?” Emy jumped into the front seat looking into the back at everyone, “I mean it’s a good song…” picking up the aux cable and putting it into her phone, she smiled as Scouting for girls she’s so lovely starts to play, it filled the van with music.
Momo laughed starting up the car, “I am letting her have her moment.” She carefully pulled out of the long driveway.
Emy now started to sing along to the song, and then turned to the back seat pointing to everyone as the chorus played. “She’s so lovely, she’s so lovely, she’s so lovely, she’s so lovely!” her voice rang out louder.
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why do you say "REBLOGS HELP MORE THAN LIKES" after all stories? its rude
are you serious?
idk maybe because i spend hours working on fics for you guys and THIS is what happens:
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no hate to the person that commented this but part 2 about what? like there’s no feedback from you for me to know what to make a part 2 about! and let’s take a look at the likes to reblogs ratio real quick. how is it that 2086 ppl read my work but only 79 cared to reblog???
I DONT GET PAID FOR THIS SHIT!! IM DOING THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO BUT THE LEAST YOU COULD DO AS A READER IS REBLOG AND GIVE FEEDBACK
i’m so fucking tired of people taking what they need and leaving. what about the ppl that actually take time out of their busy ass days to write for you all?
and i’m re-reading this and i know it sounds rude but i’m fucking sleep deprived and tired of this happening.
so many writers are leaving tumblr because of this shit and you guys just don’t learn??!!
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Father Sebastian - Part 2
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Summary: You and Seb have been together for 4 years now. When he’s not busy with a role, you find adventurous places to have fun. This time, it’s in an abandoned church.
Warnings: 18+ smut, swears
Word count: 1961
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader, Tom Hiddleston x Reader
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“You ready to meet my friend, baby?” Sebastian asked, as he tucked himself back into his pants and walked over to the door, leaving you standing in the middle of the room.
You nodded, causing him to grin as he opened the door revealing none other than Tom Hiddleston, who was also wearing a priest outfit making your jaw drop.
“Another day, another sinful child.” Tom commented, eyeing you up and down biting his lip as he walked through the door and sat down on the couch, man spreading rubbing his thighs with his soft hands.
You looked up at Sebastian, watching as he made his way back to you grabbing your hand.
“Now it’s time for what’s behind the curtain. You ready?” he looked deep into your eyes, making sure you were one hundred percent comfortable with what was happening as you nodded, a bright smile reaching your lips.
He linked his fingers with yours and gently pulled you over to the long black curtain, gripping the edge and pulling it back revealing a four-poster bed with rings attached, making you gulp.
The butterflies swarmed in your belly again as your arousal pooled in your lace panties causing you to involuntarily clench your thighs together to get the friction you needed.
Sebastian caught your action, chuckling deeply too himself as he wet his bottom lip and bit it.
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He took your hand and lead you over to bed. Laying you down softly, you pushed yourself up and leant up on your elbows watching Sebastian beneath your lashes.
“Tom, you coming?” Seb called over his shoulder. It was a few seconds when you heard footsteps echoing through the old office. You look around the room and saw a chair in the corner, tilting your head to the side like a confused puppy causing Seb to chuckle.
“Your saviour, is here.” Tom smirked as he walked into the old office, looking up and down your body from the corner of his eye. He’d been told he can watch, but he can’t touch unless he has verbal consent from you. Seb had already agreed he was fine with Tom touching you as long as you were okay with it. Consent is always key when you and Sebastian have sex.
Tom shed his jacket and placed it neatly on the desk beside him as he got comfortable in the chair and undone his belt. You could see the outline of his hard cock underneath his black trousers, his tight boxers making it more prominent.
You and Seb watched as Tom pulled out his hard cock from his trousers, his tip bright red and dripping precum, begging to be sucked.
You looked up at Seb with pleading eyes, making him smile.
“You wanna suck his cock, baby girl? You want his warm cum sliding down your throat?” he whispered in your ear as he nibbled your earlobe and down your neck making your eyes roll.
“Yes. Yes please. Please let me suck his cock Sebby?” you begged him, as you both looked at Tom who gave you a toothy smile.
“It’s alright with me, if it’s alright with you.” Tom agreed as he got up and walked over to the bed. His hard cock bobbed up and down making your mouth water.
Pulling his trousers, boxers and shirt off, he chucked them onto the floor and crawled onto the bed. You and Seb had also stripped off at this point as you crawled over to Tom and hovered over his hard cock and poked your tongue out and licked a stripe up the big protruding vein on his hard cock causing him to hiss.
You looked up at him through your eye lashes and started to bob your head when you felt a warm breath at your entrance making you flinch slightly and moan at the feeling.
You started to bob your head faster, using your hand to caress balls making Tom moan. Behind you, Sebastian was swiping his finger up end down your wetness occasionally flicking your clit making you shiver.
“Fuck Seb!” You moaned against his cock.
You took your mouth from Tom’s cock and used your hand a while as you couldn’t control your moans. Seb plunged his tongue deep inside your hole, slurping and vulgar sounds coming from behind you turned you on more, making you drip onto the bed. You placed your mouth back on Tom’s cock as Sebastian pushed two fingers into your gaping hole and suck on your clit making you moan against Tom’s cock causing him to twitch in your mouth at the vibrations.
Tom grabbed onto your hair and made it into a pony and started to thrust gently into your mouth as to not hurt you.
“Shit, YN! Your mouth feels like heaven, angel.” He growled, his eyes rolling back into his head.
You didn’t know how much more you could take. Tom was using your mouth to pleasure himself, and Sebastian was using your pussy to pleasure you. To say you were incredibly turned on would be an understatement.
Seb picked up the pace with his fingers thrusting in your pussy, and Tom started to thrust into your mouth faster.
“Fuck... Seb, baby I’m so close. Please don’t stop!” You begged; mouth still full of Tom’s cock.
“Fuck YN, I’m gonna cum. Cum with me, baby. Cum on Seb’s tongue!” He groaned, breath heavy and thick.
You both came at the same time. Tom shot ribbons of cum down your throat, still thrusting to work himself through his orgasm. Sebastians tongue darted in and out of pussy, pushing you to the edge.
“Seb, baby. I’m gonna cum.” You moaned, as your pussy started to pulsate around Seb’s tongue making him moan. His fingers still pumping in and out of you, working you through your orgasm.
When you both caught your breath, Tom got up from the bed and made his way back to the chair. His hand wrapped around his cock as it starts to grow hard again.
“Ready for the show?” Sebastian smirked to Tom, as he nodded a toothy grin planted on his face.
Seb crawled over you and started to place delicate kisses down your neck and your tits, reaching your nipples. He took one in his mouth and swirled his tongue around and massaged the other one with his hand causing you to moan.
“Oh god, Seb. Feels so good!” You moaned. After he made one of your nipples pebble, he started his assault on the other one. He was making you feel so good, you slowly and sneakily ran your hand down your stomach to your clit.
You traced two fingers through your dripping lips, and started to vigorously rub your clit. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed Seb’s cock, and you needed it bad.
Sebastian released his mouth from your mouth and looked down at your hand, tutting at you and shaking his head. He gently smacked your hand away, causing you to open your eyes, shocked.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you.. draga mea?” He asked, adding the last bit in Romanian knowing it drives you crazy.
He opened your legs, grabbing his cock and stroking himself slightly as you watched his precum slowly dribble out of his tip causing you to lick your lips, making Seb chuckle.
“You ready, dragă?” He asked, giving you direct eye contact as you nodded.
“Use your words, baby doll.”
“I’m ready, Seb. Now fuck me, hard!”
You grabbed his head and pulled him down so he could smash his lips onto yours, as he pushed his painfully hard cock into your dripping hole causing you to moan into the kiss.
He began to thrust his hips as fast as he could, fucking you so hard, running his hands all over your body because he can’t get enough. He started to grip at everything he could get his hands on because the pleasure is so much and so good for him, and you.
You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer to you causing yours and his eyes to roll back in pleasure.
His hip stuttered a little, but he kept thrusting. The new angle allowing him to go deeper, so deep you can feel him hit your cervix.
Moans and groans were flowing all around the room.
You opened your eyes slightly, and looked over at Tom.
His eyes were wide, mouth open and moans escaping. His hand wrapped around his hard cock. You wanted him, you wanted them both.
“W-wait. Seb.” You moaned, causing him to stop, breathlessly and pull out.
“What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?” He worried, checking you over.
“No, no. I just had an idea.” You grinned, looking over at Tom making Seb also look over at him, and then back at you.
“Oh. So that’s how it is. My doll is a greedy baby, she wants two big cocks.” He grinned, “What do you say, Tom? Would you like to fuck her perfect ass?”
“I would love nothing more.” Tom grinned, getting up from his seat.
You grabbed the lube from your bag and handed it to Tom. “Thank you, darling.”
Seb laid down on his back, so you lifted your leg over him so you could ride him. Listening to Tom lather up his cock in lube.
You reached down to grab Seb’s cock and suck down making you both groan.
“Fuck, Seb.” You moaned, biting your lip as he pulled you down against his chest.
“O să te trag atât de tare, vreau să te urci pe penisul meu ca fetița bună care ești.” He whispered in your ear, causing you to shudder and clench around his cock.
It was a few seconds when you felt Toms cock at your other entrance. He pushed in slowly, making you and himself groan.
“You’re so tight, darling.” He moaned, as both him and Seb started to thrust together.
You knew you wouldn’t last long with the both of them taking you like this, so you tried to hold out. Clenching both holes making both men groan.
“Baby, you keep clenching and I’ll blow.” Seb breathed, clenching his eyes shut and biting his lip.
With Tom thrusting behind you, the position you were it was making Seb hit your cervix again. You were certain it’d be bruised after today, but you didn’t care.
All three of you were in so much pleasure, both men thrusted in sync. You could feel yourself getting closer with each thrust.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum, are you both close?” You moaned, as they both moaned out a yes, and thrusted harder.
It was a few seconds, until the dam broke. You came so hard you thought you saw stars.
“Shit, shit, SHIT! Please don’t stop, keep going!” You begged, as they both kept going to ride you through your orgasm.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fill you up so much, make you so round with my kid!” Seb breathed down your ear as Tom pulled out and sat back, stroking himself until he came all over his stomach with a loud groan.
“Fuck! You.. are amazing.” He told you, breathlessly.
“Da, da, da, la naiba!” Sebastian moaned down your ear, holding you close to his chest as he came hard, the feeling of his pulsating cock making you cum again.
You lifted your hips as he softening cock slid out of you, making you both hiss at the sensitivity as you lay there breathlessly.
“So fathers, have I paid for my sins? Or do I need more punishing?” You asked, not even noticing the look Seb and Tom gave each other as your eyes were still closed in your post orgasm bliss..
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Draga mea - my sweet
Dragă - sweetheart
O să te trag atât de tare, vreau să te urci pe penisul meu ca fetița bună care ești. - I'm gonna fuck you so hard, I want you to cum on my cock like the good little girl you are.
Da, da, da, la naiba! - yes, yes, yes, fuck!
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