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bunnyscraft · 2 years

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What about Andy Barber with a cheating / getting back at kink

Like he knows Laurie is cheating on him so he turns to you

Dark!Andy Barber x Younger!Reader | Guilty

Bunny’s Note : oooo spicy !! Always love some dark!Andy Barber !! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Warnings : slight! dub-con, darkish!Andy, cheating, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), inexperienced!Reader, mean!Andy, slight misogyny, BIG AGE GAP !!

Andy’s pov:

I’d made it two steps into the pristine seemingly empty home before I heard it—the obnoxiously loud ringing of my wife’s phone. The shrill sound of the speaker shouldn’t have irritated me more than the reason for the call.

I knew who it was. Who he was.

Laurie’s feet thumped down the hallway—always quick to pick up the unknown caller or send it straight to voicemail before mumbling on about annoying telemarketers and asking how my day was.

I knew what she was doing.

I watched as her chipped red nails flipped the device over—screen now flat against the cold expensive marble that stood in the middle of our kitchen. “Oh! Ands—baby,” she faked surprise, moving around the counter to conduct our mandatory kiss. What once used to be the most exciting part of my day—I was about to get laid—now blended in with my other daily duties.

It’s Thursday—take out the trash.

Don’t forget to schedule with the groomer.

Take a handful of vitamins because apparently—I am now old.

Kiss cheating wife.

Go to work.

She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth as quickly as one could. I didn’t bother to return it and she didn’t bother to care—no she only continued to clamber around the kitchen searching for her bag and shoes and whatever else she’d need for her night out of pretending she wasn’t a mother and wasn’t in her mid forties and definitely wasn’t a married woman sleeping with drunk men in their twenties.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Sorry it’s such short notice—you know Susan can’t bake it all without me. She’ll definitely need my help with the bake sale and—” Laurie rambled on, picking up her phone and anxiously tapping through it.

She seemed to have forgotten that Susan didn’t know shit about baking and that our son, who was now a senior in high school, was possibly a little too old to have a mother host a bake sale for him.

All of these things—the bullshit lies and the shifty behavior—should have hurt me. Maybe they should have triggered a sort of dominance in me to protect my family or confront my wife. But no, in moments like these, I felt nothing.

“Oh and y/n is here—upstairs with Jacob.” She revealed—voice laced with annoyance. “You make sure she doesn’t try anything on him—she dresses like some kind of slutty-church girl. It’s weird and I don’t want that kind of influence around him. Especially right now.”

I had to bite back a smirk. It was almost comical—her calling you a slut, not that I’d disagree.

Y/n was a cute little thing—always smiling and offering to help when she’d find me covered in grass and dirt—dripping with sweat from working meticulously on our perfect suburban yard. She’d always stand there in some little sundress that would barely reach her knees and pristine white socks—obviously not dressed for the job but always ready to help old Mr. Barber out.

I’d never let her—dirtying a little thing like that wasn’t what I had in mind. Instead, like the old pervert I’ve grown into, I’d have her run inside the house for me for water—just to watch the little sway of her ass as she turned to do what I said, then ogle at the bounce of her tits when she’d skip back.

I’ll admit—I was a creep, I am a creep, but she had a slutty side to her.

Every now and then i’d jolt awake to the flash of y/n’s headlights shining through my window in the peak hours of the night—my bed uncomfortably empty. Were you like Laurie, y/n?Spending long nights out—lying and hiding about where and what you had been doing, either to your absent parents or doting boyfriend?

I had decided that that’s what she was: a little desperate slut—eager for the attention of an older man. It made me feel better to think of y/n this way. It kept me from focusing on those times when her soft laugh stuck a little too long in my head or when her comforting squeezes to my shoulder caused more than just a slight hard-on.

They caused emotions to spill.

I had written it all out in my head—a story on what this oblivious girl was really like.

You were easy—an easy little girl who was desperate for any form of male attention. Sure I didn’t really have enough evidence to back this claim, but I would stand by it.

Thats probably why you, once again, were helping Jacob prepare for his final exams—my son seemed to be under your spell too.

“Yeah sure.” I grunted, though Laurie was already more than halfway to the door, fidgeting anxiously with her keys.

Hours later—Laurie was gone. Empty goodbyes exchanged and forgotten. Andy was now on the couch—he’d not even bothered to rid himself of his button up and slacks for pajamas. His suit jacket hung over the couch and his white button up laid untucked and wrinkled against his torso as he apathetically listened to the news.

He’d stay like this—still and unfeeling until he had the energy to do it all again. At least Laurie didn’t require him to be fake—no she simply accepted that he accepted her infidelity and that if she were to comment on his behavior it would only backfire on her forcing them both into that ever looming, uncomfortable, conversation.

Andy had just began to zone out fully, the commercial for LED sprinkler lights turning into white noise—when the soft taps of feet sounded from the stairs. Your soft hums surrounding him in a sirens call—a warning of his inevitable fate.

His breathing became rigged—his eyes sealed shut as if he were an animal playing dead, hoping you’d walk right past him and out the front door—because if you didn’t, he knew he’d become just like Laurie. He knew he would no longer have the right to be bitter.

He would be just as guilty—thus no longer having the upper hand.

The smell of your floral-y perfume began to surround him. Sweet and warm—just what a girl like you should be—and it caused him to tightly grip the expensive leather couch.

“Mr. Barber? I know you’re awake~” You’d giggled. Andy had sensed your presence had gotten closer—he assumed you had now been standing directly in front of him—probably twirling your hair like some sick-man’s favorite porn star, giving him those big alien-fuckdoll ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Mr. Barber? a-are you okay? you’ve been down here for a few hours and—” you’d carried on worriedly. Andy’s eyes finally cracked open—you were worried about him. And it had caused Andy to swoon.

Taking you in, he began to realize you’d looked nothing like he expected you to, well besides the checkered skirt and teddy bear soft sweater, no instead of alien-fuckdoll-pornstar, you looked worried. Your smaller soft hands fidgeted with each other and your eyebrows pulled together from nerves. Andy felt the strong urge to grab you—pull you into him and hold you until your concern suffocated him. Not that Andy had felt love, real love, in such a long time—but a small voice was gnawing at him to give it to you.

When you had gotten no response you moved closer—now standing between his spread legs, watching as his emotionless eyes darted across your face. So you tried again. “Mr. Barber I really think you should go to bed—or eat something. Andy—”

“You think I need to go to bed?” Andy asked, his eyes not giving way to his intentions. His voice was gruff—and tired. It made you nervous.

“I-I do, Sir.”

Andy hummed at your response, as if thinking it over. A darkness emitting from his actions.

“No. No, I don’t need that. Figure something else out. What do I really need y/n?” Andy urged, not bothering to hide his smirk and not really caring that he let you see. You looked so scared—worried for him but so so scared.

“I know you’re a smart girl, honey. Go on—show me what I need.” He urged, thick thighs spreading Knowing—hoping you’d get the hint.

You swallowed harshly. You weren’t oblivious to sex, you weren’t a virgin. But you’d never slept with someone so much older than you, someone married, and you had never even been able to cum or even sucked a cock before. Yet, you were curious—would he be gentle with you?

Slowly you sank down, the dark rug scraping against your knees surely leaving burns. Being eye-level with his bulge but refusing to look towards it.

Andy’s heart swelled with pride at how well you obeyed. “That’s all it takes, Honey? Just need a’ man to be a’ little bit bossy and you’re happy to be on your knees.” He belittled, watching as your puffy cheeks flushed red. “Go on then, baby, take daddy’s cock out. We both know that’s what you’re here for.”

A pathetic whine crawled it’s way up your throat and passed through your lips before you could catch it—adding onto your embarrassment. Shakily you moved to unbutton his slacks, fingers lightly brushing against the outline of his cock. Andy groaned at the sight of you—Your pretty eyes well up with salty tears, pouty bottom lip caught by your teeth, trying to free his cock without actually touching it.

For a moment Andy thought—No you couldn’t possibly—

“Honey,” Andy drawled, taking your dainty hands in his. His touch and tone suddenly much softer. “Has a man ever gotten you on your knees like this, Honey?”

Suddenly heat flooded your being—either from embarrassment or excitement or both. You quickly hid away from his questioning eyes, afraid to tell him that: No, you hadn’t ever been on your knees for a man before.

Andy’s thumb began to rub small shapes around your hands. Soothing you as he waited for an answer before realizing that the younger girl in front of him hadn’t. He felt as if he’d struck gold—the universe was giving him what he rightfully deserved.

“Look at me, Baby.” He commanded, grasping you chin, tilting your head up. “Answer me this time—has a man ever gotten on his knees for you, Honey?” He didn’t miss the way your thighs began to shake, just slightly.

“I-I…I don’t know what you…No. No sir—”

A savage growl ripped through the room and before you knew it—you were sprawled out on the couch, pillow under your head, and Andy between your thighs.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned, taking in your wetness that had by now ruined the delicate fabric of your panties, “Daddy’s gonna eat this little pussy, m’kay, baby? Then when daddy’s done,” he paused, leaving starved kisses and bites along the insides of your thighs. “You’re gonna gonna take me—lemme claim you, honey”

His words had your head spinning. Here you were, about to let a man twice your age, a married man, eat you out on his couch. Andy’s hands moved up your thighs, leaving little excited tingles, before settling on your hips. “Fuck. These little panties are so fucking cute, Honey.” He admired, tugging at the little black bow that sat above the white lace. “Andy don’t-" you tried to stop him from ripping the lace, because you too thought they were cute, only to receive a harsh strike to the outside of your thigh. “Don’t go dumb on me already, little girl. I told you to call me something, not any of this ‘Andy’ bullshit.” Before you could even muster an ‘I’m sorry Daddy’ he was ripping them down your thighs, before diving into your pussy.

The sounds spilling from his mouth mixed with your own wetness was so obscene it had you shuffling away from the embarrassment, only for his left hand to land on your tummy, firmly holding you in place. “God—fuck I should have done this a long fucking time ago,” he said between breaths, “could have been in this pretty pussy instead of waiting on my goddamn whore of a wife.”

His wife. Oh god his fucking wife. “a-andy we c-cant! what if l-laurie walks in?” you tremble, terrified of being caught with your friend’s—father’s face between your thighs by said friend’s mother. Your protest only seem to egg him on. A pleasantly painful burn making its appearance on your skin—due to the friction of his beard.

“Laurie,” Andy spits, “doesn’t fucking matter.” His words are harsh. And a part of you hurts for Laurie, but that hurt quickly vanishes as your visions begins to fuzz and tummy begins to tighten—suddenly all you can focus on is the impending approach—not your guilt. Your thighs clamp around Andy’s head, and he welcomes the pressure—happy to be making his girl feel her first real orgasm. He even chuckles when they begin to shake.

“You gonna cum, little girl? Cum on daddy’s tongue?” He patronizes, fingers harshly flicking your bud before he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

“a-andy! I think—It feels funny—im gonna,”

“Say it, baby. Tell daddy you’re gonna cum.”

“Im cumming, Daddy!”

Your hands tightly grasp his brown locks as stars begin to cloud your eyes. Crying out a series of whines and ‘thank you Daddy’’s. The sensitivity of it all becoming too much as his tongue laps up your slick.

You had never experienced something so intensely before—your body was giving out, ready to fall into a warm sleep.

That is—until his dark chuckles began to surround your hazzy mind.

“I tire you out, honey?” He laughed, leaning over your smaller frame. “Can’t believe you’ve been starving me of this cute little body.”

His fingers were gentle—lightly tracing the teeth marks he’d left along the inside of your thigh. They hurt and were still very fresh but you found his touch comforting—almost sweet.

“a-andy? can I ask you something?” Your soft voice broke through the silence.

Andy hummed, blue eyes intense but encouraging you to continue.

“Andy…can you kiss me?”

In that moment he knew. He knew you couldn’t just be a simple fuck. Or some simple slut he used to take his marital frustrations out on.

You had a future so different from his present—and he was willing to use everything at his disposal to solidify that it was with him.

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amournoir · 8 months

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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

pairing: sarah cameron x f!reader

count: 3.6k

warning: smut [boob play, scissoring, toys, oral receiving & giving, language?]

author’s note: continuation of ‘firsts’, idk where this is going so we’ll see. have fun reading & remember this is 21+! 💋

It had been a week since you last saw Sarah and almost two weeks since you two had been in the same room alone. It wasn’t as though you were ignoring her, she just became busy with the pogues which brought us to today. Sarah had invited you and Kiara over for a girls night. You didn’t suspect anything aside from the usual gossip, skincare, mani/pedis, etc. that took place at every girls night. Except this would be the first time you hung out with Kiara alone. She was always wrapped up in the guys or some ‘save the planet’ shit so you only saw her in passing, never private.

After you finished packing your bag, you grabbed your silk pajamas and towel then headed for the shower. During sleepovers, you and Sarah normally took showers at the house but you didn’t know if the norm for you and Sarah would be the same with Kiara included. Once you had unbraided your hair, you hopped in your shower and let the hot water relax you. Twenty minutes later and you were out, drying yourself then oiling then dressing. You pulled your freshly washed hair in a bun, no need to dry since it did so by itself. With your bag fully packed and you clean, you slipped on your uggs slippers and grabbed your phone as you headed downstairs.

Your mom waited in the car as you double checked everything and then you two were off. It took less than ten minutes to get to her house but you refused to walk or heaven forbid, bike there— in your pajamas. Your mom waved at you goodbye and you returned it, turning around to knock rapidly on the front door. A minute or two later, Rafe opened up with a confused look.

“Hey Y/N. Why are you here?”

You furrowed your brows, “The sleepover, what else?”

“Sarah didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

He scratched the back of his neck as he often does when he’s uncomfortable. “She and Kiara had some sort of fight so she canceled.”

Before I could say anything, he quickly added, “But you’re her best friend so I doubt she’d cancel on you.”

I looked up in the direction of the stairs and pointed. “Can I go up and check?”

“Yeah, yeah sure.” He closed the front door and locked it.

Before he could walk away, I asked, “If it is, could you drop me home?”

“Of course Y/N.” He smiled and walked away to some other part of the house as I headed up the stairs.

When I got closer to her room, it was the very last one in the long hallway, I could hear music. Her door was closed but the music drowned out the sound of me opening it. I leaned against the frame as I watched her bob her head around with her headphones in. I stood there for a minute or more then decided to interrupt. I waved my hand in front of me and that’s when her head perked up.

“Y/N! You’re here!” She exclaimed, taking out one earbud.

“Yeah but I probably shouldn’t be. Apparently tonight is canceled?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Oh that. Yeah, kinda.” This was unlike her, she always had an explanation.

I crossed my hands over my chest and waited. She stared at me, sighed then removed the other earbud and turned her phone off. She fixed her posture and sat crisscrossed, patting the space in front of her on the bed. I closed the door behind me, dropping my bag on the floor near the foot of the bed then sat down with one leg dangling off the edge.

Sarah explained that it was meant to be a girls night but she and Kiara got into an argument, as Rafe had mentioned. Apparently Kiara didn’t want me to hangout with the guys because, in her words, ‘one kook is enough’. That didn’t make any sense considering she was a kook as well but that was the argument. Sarah pointed out that we had been friends since childhood and I knew the guys, there wasn’t a reason why I couldn’t hang out with all of them but Kiara didn’t want another kook. Sarah thought this sleepover would bring Kiara and I closer but the moment she found out, she refused to come, hence why Sarah canceled it.

I was aware that Kiara wasn’t a fan of me but she had no reason why. She didn’t know me, only knew of me from others. The thing that bothered me the most was her calling me a kook as if she was a pogue. Anyways, there was no love lost. I just knew I had to steer clear of her, I couldn’t force the girl to be my friend but I was hoping to be cordial though.

“Don’t worry about her Y/N. I spoke to the guys and they’re down to hang without Kie.” Sarah assured me.

I let out a soft scoff, “Pope would never, maybe JJ or John B sometimes.”

“Yeah, he’ll be hard to convince but whatever. It’s girls night so what do you say about spending it without her?”

I shrugged and said, “I’m cool with it. More fun for us!”

“Rightttt…speaking of fun…” Sarah trailed off.

“Oh no.”

“I haven’t said anything yet!”

“Sarah, whenever you start dragging your words, you have something planned.”

She huffed, “Guilty.” She added quickly with a smirk, “Butttt, I promise you’ll like it.”

“What is it?”

Her face broke out in a wide grin, “Promise to keep an open mind?”

“Now I’m nervous.”

“No, don’t be! It’s fun!”

I let out a small chuckle, “So then tell me, what is it?”

“First close your eyes and remain seated.”

And just like that my smile went away. What on earth could she possibly be up to this time?! I knew I wouldn’t get any answers out of her so I agreed and closed my eyes. She got off the bed, walked toward her closet or was it her bathroom? I couldn’t tell but before she returned to the bed, she went to her door and locked it. I could hear her footsteps coming back towards me then the bed dipped and she sat in front of me.

“Okay now open.”

I opened one eye at a time but nothing in the room looked different. There was a box in front of me however, it was just a medium sized black delivery package. I stared at it then looked up at her then down at the box again. Was it an animal? Drugs? Expensive alcohol to hide from Rafe and Ward?

“It’s a box. I don’t get it.”

She smiled and slowly opened it. There were three smaller packages inside, also in black but they had different shapes. One by one, Sarah carefully unwrapped them as she paid close attention to my reaction. At first I furrowed my brows in confusion but the second it hit me, I gasped then stared in surprise and curiosity.

“Tell me you didn’t.”

“I did. Y/N I so did!”

“Does anyone know?”

“Nope. I’ve been watching the mailman like a hawk the past week.”

“Where’d you even get them?”

“Online. They have a return policy in case I don’t like it.”

“Do you?”

“I dunno. I haven’t tried it yet.”

I raised one brow and asked, “Will you?”

“Yeah…” She started then continued, “…if you try it with me.”

I accidentally let out a laugh, “Sarah I’ve never used them!”

“So let’s do it together! What are best friends for?”

“I don’t think normal best friends share sex toys.”

“Well that’s because they’re boring. Besides I like playing with you, we shared toys when we were younger.”

I fully let out a laugh, “Sarah, barbie dolls and dildos aren’t the same thing!”

“So you don’t want to?” She pouted slightly.

“I didn’t say that but…I might be convinced into it.”

Sarah smirked and before I knew what was happening, she unbuttoned her pajama top slowly. She shrugged it off her shoulders and sat there, staring at me. She had nothing underneath so for a while, we both sat in silence as I ogled at her boobs. Slowly, she cupped both breasts in her hands and rubbed them against each other. Her fingers brushed over her nipples and a faint moan left her lips.

I licked my own and looked up at her, all she did was nod. Without a word spoken between us, I reached forward and fondled them in my hands. They were so full and warm. I bounced them around, enjoying watching them sway in different directions. I lowered my head and took one boob in my mouth, it tasted just how I remembered it. I was too greedy though, I wanted the other in my mouth as well so I tried stuffing them. This made Sarah moan. I suckled on them like a baby, eyes fully closed as I immersed myself fully into it.

After a while, I pulled away and looked down at them. They were red with bite marks and saliva all over, I felt quite proud. I quickly reached down my own shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving my naked chest exposed to her. As if we were thinking the same thing, we both grinded our chests against each other. Her wet sticky boobs rubbed against mine, the body heat turning us on even more. We pulled apart and wordlessly, stood up and took our pajama bottoms off along with the underwear.

I got back on the bed and spread my legs apart, Sarah sat in front of me and widened her legs as well. She spit into her hand and wiped it on my cunt then on her own. She inched closer until I could feel her cunt against mine, she looked at me as though to ask for permission and I nodded my head. The moment our pussies touched, I let out a moan. We were both very warm and wet. I lowered my head slightly and spit in between us. Sarah moved her hips first then I followed, we continued until we reached a good pace.

The squelching noises of our pussies rubbing against each other was doing it for me. I grinded even harder against her, our boobs practically slapping each other but we didn’t care. We just wanted to reach our high regardless of the lewd noises. This went on for a bit until suddenly she shook. I saw this as my opportunity to take charge so I did. I easily pushed her down until she was laying flat on the bed on her back then I swung my leg over and adjusted myself. I lifted her leg up and held onto it for support as I rode her pussy.

Sarah could do nothing but lay down and take it, she reached up to slap my ass but otherwise, she praised me to go on. I no longer cared for her needs, I just wanted to cum. I was determined to ride her until I got my fill and even more after. I could feel myself tensing up and right on time, she shook again. Mere moments later, she squirted right on my pussy and I came on hers. In the heat of the moment, I licked up her leg, kissing and sucking different spots.

“Fuck Y/N, that was so hot!” She exclaimed, a wide grin on her face.

“Right? Shit that squirt made me cum more.”

“You like that baby? You like when I squirt on you?”

“So fucking much.” I bit my lip as I peered over at the toys. “How about I do it again?”

Sarah smiled and gave my ass a light tap. I got off of her as she reached for a light purple, almost lavender, two-sided dildo. She sat up and looked at me then placed the toy over my lips. I obeyed immediately and opened my mouth, making sure to stick out my tongue. She inserted the dildo slowly then pushed it to the back of my throat, pulled it out and did it again. I had a gag reflex so each time I would gag on it then cough. She kept repeating it several times until I no longer coughed but still gagged.

“Aww you look so pretty baby. Taking all that purple cock in your throat.” She cooed.

I couldn’t respond so I just nodded.

“Can’t speak? Too busy choking on my cock?”

My eyes started to water, she was going a bit rougher now. Saliva was dripping down my chin.

“What a pretty whore. She likes cocks and tribbing and boobs. Do you want me to fuck your mouth?”

I nodded quickly as my pussy clenched on thin air from her words. I was a good whore for her. I liked being fucked with a purple dildo. I liked stuffing her boobs in my mouth. Yes, I was a whore for Sarah Cameron.

“Okay baby but first I want you to beg for it.” Sarah replied as she pulled the whole dildo out.

I gasped at the fresh air, my eyes already blurry. “Please mommy, fuck my mouth. I promise to be a good girl for you.”

“Mm that’s a nice start but I want more.”

“I’ll let you fuck both holes mommy but now I just wanna suck.”

Sarah smiled and bit her lip excitedly. She tapped my mouth again and I opened once more. I was sitting on my knees but I leaned forward in excitement. With my boobs dangling about, Sarah shoved the dildo deeper into my throat and used her free hand to pinch my nipples. She slapped them around and commanded ‘bounce’ so I did. I made my tits bounce around for her as I choked on the cock. I felt very whore-like and I actually liked it.

Before I got too into it, she immediately pulled it out and simply said ‘bend over’ which I did as well. On all fours, I stared at the floor length mirror in front of me and saw my reflection. Sarah had situated herself behind me, rubbing my cunt as I waited with legs wide open for her. She spit on my ass and it dripped down to my pussy, my body instinctively clenched and she chuckled.

Sarah rubbed one of the heads of the dildo against my cunt then slowly inserted it. I had never had anything inside me so the feeling was very odd and uncomfortable as hell. I let out slow deep breaths and Sarah soothed my back. She went very slowly, only continuing when I would nod. Minutes later, I was relaxed and my pussy ached for more. I wiggled my ass a bit and she smiled, gave it a slap then pushed the dildo deeper.

She would push it in then out then twist it back in and so on. This went on for a while until I was seconds away from coming but she’d stop. Each time she’d deny me release, I’d whine and she would push it back in again. The edging was beautifully painful.

“For a first timer, you’re taking this cock so well baby.”

“Please let me cum.”

“Only if I fuck that thick ass too.”

I lowered my chest to the bed and raised my ass up, “Fuck me mommy.”

“Mm just like that baby. Keep that ass up for me.”

I waited until I felt the other head of the dildo enter. Somehow it was less uncomfortable than my pussy. I nodded and she pushed more of the length inside. Now both of my holes were filled and the thought just drove me wild. Sarah used both hands to fuck me, one fucked my pussy and the other my ass. I was nothing but a moaning mess, begging for more.

The sight of myself from the mirror was what made me squirt so much, it didn’t just hit the bed but also her chest. She laughed and fucked me even faster, I didn’t think I could cum again but I did. She removed the one in my ass and I thought my turn was done but instead she stuck her tongue in and licked whilst shoving the dildo deeper in my pussy. She spat into my ass and on my cunt as she kept on mercilessly drilling that dildo deeper and faster. I let out a loud scream as my entire body shook, went limp for a few seconds, then came on the cock. She pulled it out too fast, I moaned at its exit but her mouth was on my pussy to suck my cum. She ate me out for a moment then pressed a kiss and pulled away.

“Holy shit Y/N! It was like a freaking waterfall.” She sat back on the bed and licked her lips. “Tasty though.”

I laid on my stomach for a few minutes without saying a word then turned around and sat up. “Careful, fuck me like that again and you’ll ruin me.”

“That’s the plan baby. You’re all mine.” She smiled and spread her legs apart, patting on her cunt. “Now fuck mommy too.”

I took the dildo from her hand and asked, “Is it your first time too?”

She nodded, “Yeah so please gentle first.”

“I promise…” I started then finished, “…to ruin you too.”

Before she could respond, I spread her pussy lips open then with a mouthful of saliva, I spit into the hole. I put the dildo inside slowly but it went in quite easily thanks to my spit in her pussy. I looked at her and she smiled so I pushed deeper a bit then pulled out. I pushed it in again and went deeper, I kept repeating these actions whilst spitting to keep her wet. Her pussy was so greedy, it happily swallowed the cock deeper.

I now started to fuck her with it, slowly at first but when she begged for faster, I was unforgiving. I pounded that silicone purple cock into her wet needy pink walled pussy until she moaned endlessly for me. I put the other end in my mouth and fucked her that way instead, I bobbed my head faster and faster, equally fucking her and me. I was choking on it but I couldn’t stop, the sight of her cum dripping down the cock spurred me on. I sucked and fucked with all my strength but before I could move, she accidentally squirted and it got on my face.

I pulled my mouth away with a loud gasp but I wasn't ready to end it yet. With half the dildo still inside Sarah, I got up and squatted as I slowly lowered myself onto the other half. She was propped against the pillows whilst I was now sitting on top of her, the two-sided dildo in both of us. I grabbed my own boobs and played with them as I rode her. I switched between grinding on the cock and bouncing on it, Sarah encouraged me, telling me how pretty I looked fucking her. We continued fucking each other for a long while, i simply enjoyed the feeling of a cock inside me so I prolonged it. Sarah and I each came twice but I kept riding and she begged for me to stop.

“No, I want to keep riding.”

“Please! I can’t cum anymore Y/N.”

“But I like seeing you filled to the brim.”

“Fuck Y/N, don’t say that.”

“You like that? Wanna hear me say how full you look? How your hole is stuffed and your cunt is covered with our cum?”

“Keep going, I’ll cum again.”

“That’s it mommy. Cum on my pretty pussy. Look at your big tits bouncing around.”

“Please keep going.”

I reached down and gathered a bit of the cum then wiped it on her lips. I lowered my head and kissed her, my hips grinding forcefully against hers. She was quick to suck my bottom lip in so we tongued each other. Our boobs were slipping and sliding around, our cunts were squelching, it was all so hot. She came again and moaned into my mouth, we both cummed against each other but we also squirted. I pulled away and continued to ride slowly until I was satisfied and came to a stop.

I lifted myself off of her and removed the dildo. I looked at Sarah with a satisfied smile. She pushed me back gently and brought her head to my cunt. With small kitten-like licks, she cleaned me up and sucked softly. I closed my eyes and slowly grinded on her lips, she continued until suddenly when I felt something else at my entrance. I opened my eyes and peered down to see her trying to fit her boob into my pussy. I chuckled and she quickly looked up at me, she reached me with a slow crawl. Sarah laid on top of me then placed her nipples on my mouth.

“Be a good girl and clean mommy’s tits, they’re covered in your cum baby.” She instructed while holding onto her breasts.

“Yes mommy, I love your boobs.” I said before sucking on one nipple then switching to the other. I continued doing this until Sarah was satisfied.

We decided on getting cleaned up so while she changed her sheets, I went to her bathroom and started the shower. I came back and she was ready, we went to the shower together where we kissed once more and she inserted the dildo in me and sat on my lap as she rode it. All I could think of at the moment was thank goodness Kiara wasn’t here. I’d have missed out on fucking Sarah senseless and vice versa. Maybe Kiara just needed a good fuck too.

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Run Bunny: (series)

Summary: Bucky forms an odd attachment (or obsession) with his newest team mate. You should have known a bunny could never outrun a wolf.

Warnings: dub-con, blood, chase kink, daddy kink, Mean!Bucky (only at first), Dark!Bucky, smut in the woods, dom/sub vibes, slight Innocent!Reader, Bratty!Reader.

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Game on, Barnes: (Drabble/Series?)

Summary: Drunk reader & Protective Bucky

Warnings: Mentions of smut (possible future smut), bratty!reader, daddy kink, mentions of alcohol, handcuffs, bucky really is a sweethearts here.

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Run, Bunny—part two

Dark!Bucky x Reader (part one here)

Summary : Bucky listens to Steve’s advice and takes his bunny on a run.

Warnings : Dub-Con !! Daddy kink !! Dumbification !! Stalker!Bucky !! slight mean!Bucky!! Widow!Reader !! Dom/sub relationship !! Dark!Bucky !! Chase Kink !! Size kink !! DomBucky !! SubReader !!

A/N : Hi Hi !! Yes !! This is a repost !! I was not happy with my first post of this chapter. Thank you all for understanding! Xoxo

Bucky’s first encounter with you was actually your first ever encounter with the team. He knew very little about you and he had no desire to change that. The constant talk from Steve, Natasha, & Clint about how witty you were and how you would be a great new addition didn’t change his mind, it had only made him ready for the whole ordeal to be over with. That is until he actually met you.

You and Natasha were suited in your traditional Widow gear coming off the jet. He’d known you and the redhead had a past. Her training you in The Red Room and you later becoming a feared assassin that very few people could get information on, though that’s about as little as his memory would allow him.

Natasha quickly tugged your body with hers as the two of you made your way over to him and Steve. You didn’t look like a Black Widow and you definitely didn’t look like a top tier assassin. Your eyes had too much sparkle and your smile was too innocent. Hell you barely reached Bucky’s shoulders, so how could you possibly take down anyone above your own size?

You were innocent. How much? He didn’t know but he knew enough to tell you weren’t supposed to be in this line of work.

You only confirmed his thoughts when you finally made your way over to the two super soldier’s. “Boys this is (f/n) (l/n). She is basically my daughter and if any of you-“ Bucky cut Natasha off quickly extending his hand to shake your smaller one. Bucky usually wasn’t one to join in on socializing and definitely wasn’t one to go out of his way but for some reason he needed to touch you. He needed to feel your dainty but supposedly deadly hands. “James Barnes. Well Bucky Barnes. My friends call me Bucky.” He had said to you with a smirk he couldn’t hide. It satisfied him to see he had caused a nervous blush to form on your pretty face.

He knew it. Natasha was a liar. There was simply no way the bunny like girl in front of him was the same girl who worked alongside Clint and Natasha.

“Buck, Natasha doesn’t look too happy with you.” Steve had joked with a nervous smile. If Bucky had any care to look over at Natasha, who was clearly unhappy with being cut off, he would have seen what could only be described as murder in the form of a human being. But he didn’t because he simply didn’t care. He was too focused on looking at how your eyes avoided his. This sparked a feeling of irritation in him. Why wouldn’t you look at him?

Bucky’s need to figure you out continued. Bucky described it as a mission, while Steve deemed it stalking.

“Buck, you know you could always simply talk to her? She’s probably the most approachable person on the team!” Steve tried to reason his best friend only for Bucky to grunt in response. The two former soldiers were running the track that trainees often used. Bucky liked the track. It was repetitive and kept his mind from racing with wild thoughts. “What makes you think I even want to talk to her, punk?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact that every time I actually get you to come out with me it’s always here. Running. Right next to the path my girlfriend and the girl you’re currently consumed by, go running every day.” Steve had said trying to show his concern for his friend.

Bucky suddenly stopped. An obvious case of irritation crossing over his face.

“Bucky,” the blonde said calmly as to not push Bucky’s irritation any further. “I fully support you asking her out, or befriending her or-“ he’s cut off by dramatic sigh from the brunette. “Sorry I just…I just don’t think the way you’re going about this is healthy. I know you went through her files.” Steve admitted—awkwardly scuffing his feet.

Bucky almost laughed.

‘I went through her bedroom too’ Bucky was tempted to say, just to push his nosy friend even more. Friday was down for less than an hour last week which meant he had free reign over any room he wanted to get into, but yours was the only one on his mind. He didn’t regret it. Not a single fucking bit. He didn’t gain much on your past life, your assassin days, but he did find out that his sweet little Bunny had a naughty side. Short little skirts and lacy, definitely not practical, panties being hidden away in your drawers.

“okay fine. What do you think I should do, Steve?” Bucky said. He doubted Steve had the kinda advice Bucky wanted but if it meant Steve would back off then he was willing to listen.

“Clint, Nat, and I are gonna be gone for that mission in Croatia next week. She’ll be without her running buddy. Go with her will you?”.

Bucky hummed to himself. That wasn’t actually a bad idea. Bucky grunted as the only sign of agreement and Steve seemed satisfied with that.

The two men began their run again. Bucky couldn’t help but look towards the woods to were he could hear you and Natasha laughing. Your hair messy and cheeks red. He decided then that he wanted to always see you like that. He hadn’t realized at that moment that Steve’s idea would be the best thing Bucky ever did.

You were hyper aware of your surroundings. Your body twitched at the soft and sudden sounds of a leaf falling or a branch cracking. You were aware and prepared—but he would always be better. Always stronger. Always one step ahead.

Of course—he was designed to be 110% better than the average person—And while you weren’t by any means average—you still weren’t a super soldier. You’d never fought against someone under the serum. Politicians, mob bosses, and maybe the occasional alien posing as human—but never a super soldier.

“I’m gonna get you baby~! Cmon you know I will!” His voice cut through the forest—teasing his prey. He wasn’t far but he was far enough for you to hide. No doubt he was angry about the stunt you’d pulled—you knew he wasn’t going to hold back from whatever it was he planned on doing to you.

You moved quickly, hiding in what could be the saddest hiding spot ever. But the tree you hid behind was your only option.

“What do you think I should do to ya when I find ya, Bunny? Should I kiss those pretty lips of yours? Bet you’d like that. That innocent little head of yours dream about being kissed?” He taunted—picking on your innocence.

“Or…should I fuck you? Fuck you so hard I split you open?” He boomed—growing closer by the second.

You hated yourself for instinctually slamming your legs together because yes—you did want it. You wanted all of it. You wanted to be kissed softly then fucked hard. You wanted him—even if he sparked fear within you.

He was getting closer. You had to think fast.

“Sorry Bun—but I don’t think I care about what you want. Not right now at least. So here’s what I’m gonna do…”

there was no way he couldn’t hear your heart beat, especially with him being as close as he was. You knew you had to jet.

So you ran.

A strangled screech-like whimper escaped your throat. You struggled as you were pulled back by your hair—like a kitten by the scruff of its neck. Your srunchie pulled and gone from where it had messily held your hair in a pony.

You tried to let out another cry—a louder one this time—but he was faster. He predicted it. Cold hard metal harshly muffled your cries. Your hands clawed, harshly trying to get him to release you.

You had the power, you thought. You’d taken on evil men before. Why was this so hard?

“God—you really are a Bunny! Look at you tryna’ jump away!” He mocked as hot salty tears ran down your puffy cheeks. “Aw~ Don’t pout baby—I’ll give you what you need.” His lips left a soft kiss to the side of your temple before he nuzzled his nose against your head—breathing you in.

“Fuck—you just had to run away.” He tsked, flesh hand moving from your waist up to your breast. “You never did let me say what I planned on doin’ to ya…” he mumbled before pinching one of your hardened buds—causing you to jerk in his hold.

“Well…as I was saying—I’m gonna fuck you. Gonna wreck this cute little pussy.” he growled into your ear. His cold hand left your mouth, trailing down to the beginning of your leggings—his other still roughly playing with your tits. “Gonna fuck my cum into you so hard—no one will be able to walk past you without smelling me on you, baby.”

His fingers dances along the hem of your panties before dipping in—finding your clit and pinching it harshly. You screeched at the pain—your panties growing wetter to your own embarrassment.

Your scream earned you a sudden squeeze to your throat—his hand very capable of cutting off your air supply but resting there as a warning. “Got myself a loud little bunny—don’t move. I might just snap this pretty little neck of yours if you struggle baby.” He threatened, thumb circling your clit as his index played with your gushing entrance. He had yet to fill you up and it was killing you—pushing you towards desperation.

“P-please Bucky—m’sorry please fuck me!” you tried to reason him. You knew he needed it too—His obvious erection had been rubbing against your ass.

In an attempt to make him follow through with his threats—you rubbed your ass against his hardened cock—resulted in a few curses the hand constricting your neck slightly loosening. It was slight but it was enough. You swiftly ripped him by his arm—in an attempt to disorient him—then landed a harsh kick to his chest.

Maybe you couldn’t take a super soldier but you sure could distract a horny super soldier.

He was pissed. The short look you had into his eyes was enough for you to now he most likely would snap your neck given the chance. Quickly you straddled him—locking his arms down with your thighs. It wouldn’t keep him down long.

“Bunny I’m gonna kill-“ he tried to threaten.

“Shut up—You were taking too long Daddy.” You said as you ran your hands up his chest—smirking at the moan that left him from the use of the nickname.

The twitch of his cock was the greenlight to finally let him out. Fuck. He was big—and already leaking cum from his angry red tip. How…how would this work?

His hips bucked into you—He obviously saw you staring.

“What baby? Don’t think a lil thing like you can handle it?” He pushed with that same smirk on his face. You pushed back an eye roll—ignoring him as you grabbed hold of his cock, lining it up with your slick entrance.

“Shit” you cursed—a long, almost pathetic, whine fell from your lips. You almost fell right onto his chest from the stretch—but you weren’t ready for him to win yet.

Bucky was gentle for the moment—rough hands gripping your hips as your smaller body tried to fit his. He couldn’t hold back small words of encouragement as he examined the slight bulge in your belly.

Maybe he should have fingered you—but truly, nothing could prepare your for the stretch of his cock.

“C’mon little Bunny,” he cooed as you adjusted—hands forming fist on his chest. Bucky’s right hand left your hip and softly wrapped, once again, around your delicate neck. Though this time—it was more of a comfort than a threat.

“Go on—bounce on daddy’s cock” he encouraged—and you did.

The woods were no longer filled with the chirps of birds—only the harsh slaps of skin, your whimpers, and the grunts of Bucky trying to hold back.

Suddenly cold met your hot aching clit—Bucky viciously rubbing your approaching orgasm out of you. There was no way you could last much longer—hopefully he wouldn’t either as your body was slowly giving out.

Swiftly—he flipped you both. You now under him—leaves crunching under your body and twisting in your hair.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you so full, Bunny. Gonna let the whole team see you dripping with my cum—let ‘em’ see you’re all mine”

Soon after his dark words—stars clouded your vision and the feeling of his hot, wet seed was running down your shaky thighs.

Bucky held himself above you—the heat from his body surrounding you, forcing you into submission.

After his breathing slowed—Bucky took in your pretty face. He watched as your eyes fluttered open-then closed. He rubbed away the partially dried tear-trails that decorated your cheeks—toyed with the pinkness of your trembling bottom lip.

He knew you weren’t just some sick type of case he had to solve. He needed to know you. To understand you. Have you as his.

“Fucking hell, Bunny. I…I don’t think I can let you go. It’s like you’re made for me, baby.” Bucky mumbled, eyeing his seed as it dripped out of you.

You were exhausted—you never did processes what he had said to you then. You never heard the disturbing confessions of love he gave as he cleaned you up with what he could. No, you only felt the kisses pressed to your forehead as he removed leaves from your hair.

He kept his promise. He carried you in his arms—all the way back to the tower. Though—he didn’t let the whole team see the mess he had made of you. No he wanted that to stay for himself.

Bucky had finally claimed you as his. And hopefully—you and the world understood that.

He made a mental note to thank Steve for his advice—whether Steve would be happy with how it turned out that wasn’t Bucky’s fault.

It wasn’t Bucky’s fault his Bunny didn’t run fast enough.

Bunny’s Note : Thank you for reading!! If you did not read the note above—yes!! This is a repost!! Part three will be coming very soon!! Remember hearts are amazing—but reblogs and comments are very heart warming! Xoxo

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