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tllgrrl · 9 months

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The Six-Triple-Eight by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

@sarahbuckybingo Summer Prompts Fest 2023

Week 6 Prompt - “Alternate Universe”

Sergeant!Sarah Wilson / Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes | Rating: SFW

Summary: December 1944 - Sgt. Sarah Wilson arrives in the UK—Birmingham, England to be specific—to assist in setting up the facilities and living quarters for a new squadron, the 6888th aka “the Six-Triple-8th”, scheduled to begin arriving in 2 months.

(See Notes at end.)

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“Need some help with that, ma’am?”

“No thanks, soldier. I got it.”

“Okay, but the street’s wet and slippery, your footing isn’t too steady, plus that handle looks like it’s about to—“

“No, really. I…appreciate your…Oh!! OH!!!”

And before she finds herself flat on her back with her duffle and knapsack on top of her, in the large puddle of water her driver purposefully parked in (she saw the smirk when he jumped out, leaving her to unload her own bags), Sgt. Sarah Wilson is pulled away and into the arms of a soldier.

A White soldier, with dark hair, blue-grey eyes, a good-natured grin, and very strong arms.

“Oh, no. No…I’m…pardon me…" She quickly searches for the insignia denoting rank, but there are none on this uniform which looks nothing like what other soldiers she’s seen wear.

“You can let me go now,” she says evenly. “I appreciate your help.” And not knowing his rank, she quickly added “Sir.”

She tried to extract herself from the man’s arms before anyone could see the two of them, but judging by the slight quirk of his lips and that amused look in his eyes, he wasn’t in a hurry to let go.

She’d seen that look before, but in addition to that look, something was a little bit familiar about him. She felt sure she’d met him before. And maybe he was just another one of the hundreds of soldiers she’s seen since she enlisted. Maybe. But that look in his eyes. For some reason, she sensed more mischief than threat. Still—

“I don’t need this kinda trouble here,” she whispers under her breath while trying to avoid being pulled any closer. “I just want to do my job and get back to—“

He makes sure her feet are under her before releasing her, and he takes a small step back as she straightens her uniform, adjusting her jacket collar and making sure her cap wasn’t askew.

“Thank you. I just got here and would’ve ended up looking like a…a wet hen in front of my C.O.”

“No problem. I was just tryin’ ta give you a hand there. Sorry ya just got here and already ya wanna leave…Sergeant.”

(This place may be named Birmingham, but he’s definitely a Yankee. Wait—)

“You…you heard that? I didn’t mean to—“

“You were saying that you wanted to leave.”

“I’m so sorry! I tend to talk to myself. Didn’t realize I was that loud.”

“No, it’s not that. It wasn’t loud. It was nice. Your voice is really nice. It’s just my hearing is…my senses are…I’m a sniper. Let’s just say I got good eyes and ears.”

“Well, really…thank you for your help…um…”

“Barnes,” he says, offering his hand. “Sergeant James Barnes, Special Operations. You can call me Bu—“

“Sergeant Barnes,” she addresses him and shakes his hand.

He holds onto her hand for a few seconds longer before letting go, and to her surprise, for a few seconds longer she lets him.

“Its a pleasure to meet you. I’m Sergeant Sarah Wilson, Six-Triple 8 Postal Delivery Battalion.”

“Say, you’re with that new all-women unit coming in to deal with the mail? The troops have been dying to get mail. It’s rough being over here as it is, especially with Christmas coming soon. Not hearing from home, a fella can feel pretty low.“

“No mail, low morale.”

“You got that right, sister. I mean, yes ma’am.”

“No mail, low morale is our motto.

I was told that at least a million pieces of Mail are backlogged ‘cause it’s coming in so fast, and a lot of it is just addressed to a name. Sometimes it’s a last name or even just a first name. On top of that, troops are just moved around so quickly that the mail can’t catch up with them. We’re going to be working 24/7 trying to figure out who these letters and packages are meant for and where the recipients are presently stationed.

And we have to make sure letters get back to families whose sons aren’t coming back home.”

“So…where’re they setting you all up?”

“I’m here to do some preliminary work at the site of an abandoned school where we’ll be living and working. They had to make sure there were quarters for Colored women. Had it been a few of us, they’ve put up a tent just outside of the warehouse.

Anyway. We’ve got our work cut out for us and we’ll be ready to go when we all get here.”

“If you need help finding anybody, if you need anything, just ask. Now…” he lifts her bags and steps aside. “lead the way.”

“As I said, Sergeant, I can take my own bags. It’s just down the road a piece. The driver said he had to get the jeep back to London or he’d’ve taken me out to the…look, It’s really not that far. Hey! Wait!” She runs after him, trying to avoid the puddles in the street. “Come back!”

“No ma’am. I insist. My Ma didn’t raise a bum that’d let a lovely lady like you—“

“Sergeant, please! People can hear and see you—“

“You and your squad are going to be doing us all a big favor,” he says, emphatically, slowing and finally stopping. “I mean, everybody here’s got people back home who care about them. I got a Ma and little sister in Brooklyn and they started writing me letters almost the day I shipped out. I been moved around a lot lately, and I know their letters and packages haven’t all gotten to me. Especially anything from Ma. She thinks all she has to do is write Jamie on the envelope, and the Army just knows who or where I am!”

“Jamie?”

He looks down, smiles to himself, shaking his head, and Sarah knows exactly why her job is important for the war effort.

“That’s what she…it’s James.” He looks back up and into her eyes. “You can say I’m selfish, Sargent Wilson, but I’d owe ya the Moon if you found something in that warehouse that my family sent to me.

Tell ya what, to show my appreciation in advance, there's a nice little pub here. Two world wars and they’re still in business. I hope I’m not being too forward, but, I’d like to take you out to dinner. Or, at least let a guy buy you a drink…or a cuppa coffee maybe sometime…if you’d like, that is.”

There’s an interesting mixture of confidence and charm with a little touch of bashfulness that almost catches her off guard.

“Sergeant Barnes, your dinner offer is kind, but…I’m sure you know that it might not be such a good idea you and I, socializing. After all, we’re—“

“We’re the same rank, on the same team, fighting the same enemy, Sergeant. If you’re worried about anybody having a problem ‘cause we’re…look, I’ve ve had drinks at that pub with all kinds o’ soldiers from all kinds of units, and nobody’s said a thing.

Well…except a Corporal one time.”

He glared off into the distance, and Sarah saw his eyes slightly narrow as if he was remembering something. He started walking again. Then he stopped and looked at her.

“The guy was a louse. A bigot, and a bully,” he continued. “It’s a shame what happened to his nose. And his teeth. My hand healed up pretty quick, though.

Nobody starts trouble when I show up at the pub with my friends.

Whaddaya say? By the way, I’m not expecting anything from you except your company, if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t want you to think I’m some kinda creep or something. I’d really like to take you out to dinner.”

Sarah looked at the sniper with the sharp, blue eyes standing in front of her, holding her dufflebag and knapsack like he was holding someone’s precious possesions. And looking at her like he wanted her to believe what he was saying.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t eaten in a Mess Hall with a fellow soldier, but it was the Colored Mess Hall, with a Negro officer, not a public establishment with a White Sergeant.

There was something about this Sergeant, though, that made her feel like he was kind and could definitely handle any trouble that could possibly arise.

“Friends, huh? Okay, Sergeant.” She started walking. “I’ll think about it.”

He fought the urge to comment about her legs, but he did enjoy watching her walk away for a few steps before he began to follow her.

“Swell! Say, do you like music? Some o’ the guys are having a Christmas show…”

Out of the corner of her eye, the smile she saw that lit up his face was a little bit like he’d hit a jackpot, and a little bit like he was relieved she’d agree.

She almost laughed out loud at his exuberance, but still kept her demeanor professional in case eyes were on them.

Honking horns and shouting drew her attention to where she saw a small convoy of jeeps arrive.

The man driving the first jeep was dressed like Santa Claus and he had a bushy dark mustache over the phony white beard on his chin. He was smoking a cigar, and on top of his Santa hat was a bowler.

“Ho-ho-ho!!” He shouts as the other men laugh and join in.

The rest of the men were quite an interesting group: including one colored, one Asian, one man was wearing a cravat and a beret. They were all armed to the teeth, but they had a tree and packages, along with some baskets and bags of what looked like food and what seemed to be a small keg, and they looked vaguely familiar except one man, who was absolutely familiar.

Even from where she was she could see he was a little taller than Sergeant Barnes (who is a bit taller than her) and though he was muscular, he wasn’t burly. Physically, he was almost perfect in his blue uniform with red and white stripes and a star on the chest.

The man looks over at her and the Sergeant, smiles, and gives a wave. She’d seen him—all of them—in the newsreels back home.

(And he’s carrying a…)

“Excuse me, Sergeant, but…is—?”

“That’s my friend Steve,” he says waving back, “and that’s his squadron. We’re called The Howling Commandos.”

She looks back at the man holding her duffle and knapsack, and it dawns on her that she has seen him before. He’s Sargent Bucky Barnes.

“Come on,” he laughs, heading over to the group of boisterous soldiers, and carrying her bags with him. “I’ll introduce you to the fellas.”

She rushes to keep up and makes sure she doesn’t whisper aloud, thinking:

(Oh, Lord…what am I getting myself into over here? And wait ‘til Mama and Daddy hear that I met Gabe Jones!)

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SarahBucky Summer Prompt Fest 2023

Week 1: “Cookout” - Wilson Cookout Playlist

Week 3: “Cass & AJ Wilson” - Formal Introduction

Week 5: “Beat the Heat” - 7th Inning Stretch

Week 6: “Alternate Universe” - The Six Triple-8

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NOTES:

This quick little ficlet was inspired by the real-life 6888th Central Postal Delivery Squadron, an all woman, predominantly Black (with at least one Puerto Rican and a Mexican woman) squadron assembled to handle the enormous backlog of mail sent to the American troops in the European Theater during World War 2.

Images in my little moodboard are from their website and I’m not using them for profit, just inspiration and, yes, educational purposes because these women were real and heroes.

Please know that I used the words “Colored” and “Negro” on purpose as this story is set in the 1940s.

They are NOT pejoratives. They fell out of favor and were replaced by “Black” (at one time an insult, later embraced and owned by us and capitalized) and then “African/Afro-American”.

Sidenote, Kerry Washington will be starring in and Executive Producing a movie telling the Six Triple Eights’s story, and they’ll be back in production as soon as the AMPTP comes to their senses and comes correct by negotiating with the Writers Guild and the Screen Actors Guild. (#union strong.)

Thanks for reading!!

Also posted on the AO3. <—A bit more fleshed out!

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saltycollectornerdme · 1 year

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Ryan Wilder/Batwoman

#Ryan Wilder #Batwoman #DC #DC Comics #Comics #Black Women #Black Women Heroes #The CW

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Amazing upcoming covers by Chrissie Zullo!

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KILL BILL VOL. 2 (2004) dir. Quentin Tarantino

#userfilm #filmgifs #moviegifs #filmedit #userstream #useranimusvox #uma thurman #kill bill #kill bill vol 2 #2000s #women in film #leading ladies #scenes #characters #anti hero #black and white #opening scenes

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 2 years

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Source: Becoming Visible; An Illustrated History Of Lesbian And Gay Life In Twentieth-Century America- by Molly McGary and Fred Wasserman

#these women are my heroes I love them #lesbian history #lesbian positivity #black lesbian history #black lesbian positivity #stud positivity #lesbian stud #femme fashion #lesbian fashion #image #photo #lgbt #lesbian #personal

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amasterpieceofmadness · 3 months

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How the Marvel women treat you on Valentines day

including Natasha Romanoff, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Gamora and Wanda Maximoff :)

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Natasha

Natasha is a huge softie. So, of course, she planned something for Valentines Day. Nothing big, but she still wants to spend some alone time with you on this day. Therefore, she managed to have the living room in the compound all for yourself, all the others either on their own dates or spending the evening in a different way. As you walk into the living room you find the couch littered in pillows and blankets, a few snacks and drinks on the table next to the couch. Nat smiles up at you “You like it?” Instead of answering you pull her into your embrace and kiss her softly. The both of you snuggle up on the couch together and put on some movie you two enjoy, feeding each other with the snacks occasionally.

Wanda

Wanda can be super romantic, so, Valentines Day is a very important day for her. She spent days planning a surprise for you and it turns out, you really are surprised. As you walk into your apartment you find a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers on the side table, a little note attached to them. For the love of my life. You smile widely and as you turn around Wanda already stands there impatiently. As she sees you like the flowers she can’t hold it anymore and hugs you tightly. “I’ve prepared dinner for us. Come” She leads you into the kitchen where it smells deliciously. She really put a lot of effort into it, setting up the table with fine tableware and candlelight. You two spend the evening enjoying the food she cooked, giggling and chatting.

Carol Danvers

Carol knows that you like all that romantic stuff, so, she wants to make this night romantic for you. As she asks where you want to spend the evening, you tell her at Pancho’s and so may it be. You two ate something there before getting a few drinks. And after another couple of drinks Carol feels in a good mood. So she gets up and puts some song on at the jukebox. You laugh as she comes dancing towards you, extending her hands for you to take. You shake you head but finally take her hands and she starts to dance around with you, singing along to the song. Exactly those small things make you fall in love with each other all over again.

Gamora

Gamora doesn’t like Valentines Day at all as you tell her about it. All this romantic and cheesy stuff, that’s just not her thing. Even though you understand it you are a bit upset as you hoped that you could at least spent some alone time together. Gamora seems to notice your disappointment and decides to surprise you with a little gesture. So, at Valentines Day you find a picture of you two together in a heart shaped picture frame at your bedside table. As you turn around to look at Gamora she is already awake and looking at you, whispering with a smirk “Don’t think I like Valentines Day. I just like you” You chuckle and peck her lips shortly before turning around and looking at the picture once again.

Valkyrie

Valkyrie has heard of Valentines Day before but she never really gave it a second thought. Well, until you showed up. She still doesn’t quite understand the concept of it, but she is willing to try out those Midgardian traditions. So, at Valentines Eve, she takes you out to a place where you can watch the sunset together. Just as you sit there, thinking it’s perfect, she pulls some drinks out of her bag with a huge smirk and hands you one. “Cheers, happy V-Day” She gives you a quick little kiss on your lips and you sip on your drinks while leaning against each other, and looking into the sky.

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Do it like a girl, do it like a woman.

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150151 · 5 months

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love me a good villain with a sonic scream

#should've let them kill the heroes honestly #god forbid women do anything #black canary #killer frost #black siren #silver banshee #dc #arrow cw #supergirl cw #venom carnage #the flash cw

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crystlizabeth · 1 year

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Young!Toshinori Yagi x Black!femreader

Summary: All might having his big debut in america and an upcoming hero catches his eye, lucky for him Dave knows the women and introduces them.

Warnings: cursing and suggestive, smut 18+, size kink, dom reader(kinda), unprotected p in v, mommy kink. Slight breeding kink. as always its kinda a self insert💋

A/n: this is me because i love the idea of young all might enjoying himself in America especially loving the black women and myself insert is very very media loved she reminds me of Rihanna and Nicki in the 2000s and 2010s 🙏🏽

America was definitely a big cultural change for All might, the new hero has been in the states for quite a while and had to say it was enjoyable. The food, the music, the city, the people, especially the women.

When it came to the women god were they beautiful, specifically the black women. They were carefree yet had class he saw very few black women in japan, but now he saw them everywhere and he couldn’t complain one bit. The low waist jeans, how their curves filled out everything they wore, their hair braided, loced, pressed or natural danm it was all good.

But a new hero like himself caught his eye. She went by Minerva her qurik Labyrinth. It was powerful and quite unique, its allowed her to make illusions and create beings as well as objects from crystal balls. She could hallucinate people with them aswell, little other things wither her quirk she could also create rabbit holes with my quirk aka teleport, she had her own type of worlds Labrinths/mazes, also able to use telekinesis to an extent. She was astonishing, and very liked my the media he saw her on lots of buildings and in ads.

He saw her everywhere, on magazine fronts, in the news. She was a sight for eyes the media’s favorite, how she posed in her work the outfits she wore. She knew how to please the paparazzi she smile wide for them, either blowing them a kiss or waving.

Now she stood a few tables away at a convention cameras still on her, she wore a denim two peace, mini skirt with a halter vest a white bottom up under it that hung above her belly button that was priced. She wore lether white platform heels, gold jewelry finishing up the look. Her hair was thick and long and in its natural state, her two toned lips glossy. All might couldn’t remove his yes from her she filled everything out so perfectly her stomach slightly coming over her skirt here thighs plush and crossed over as she stood talking to a friend, he noticed a birth mark on the back of her thigh it the opposite of her complexion. His eyes scanned her takings in the sights before him moving little as people walked by never wanting to looks away.

“You know I could introduce you to her.” Dave said snaping Toshinori out of thought.

He looked over at his friend taking his eyes off of you for the first time, “Could you please?” He said pleading in a way making Dave laugh.

“Common.” Dave spoke standing up grabbing his drink. The two men stood up making there way over to her the closer they got all might couldn’t help but feel excited he had a little school girl crush on this woman so of course he was excited.

“Yo N/N !” Dave spoke out, Might watched as she turned around the twos hands meeting in a small hand shake.

“Hi Davy, whats good!” She said smiling at the man her voice was a little deeper compared to alot of girls but not in a manly matter but more mature.

“I just wanted to introduce you to my friend.” He spoke turning to Tosh.

“Oh?” She smiled her head tilting and she looked at him up and down.

“Im Toshinori Yagi, pleasure meeting you miss Minerva.” He spoke bowing quickly then sticking his hand out for you to shake.

She laughed lightly “Call me Y/n babe, but is nice meeting you too Toshinori. Hows your time been in the states?”

He smiled, they continued the conversation for a while Dave leaving them be soon enough. They shared drinks keeping the conversation casual and talk about the new hero life.

“You know ive been planning on going to japan for hero work test the waters there you know?” She said as she leaned on the bar looking at the blonde.

“Really? Wow I think you would enjoy it there to be honest.” He said.

“You could show me around..get me used to things hm?” she said her tone flirty.

Toshinori could feel his cheeks heat up “I- I could do that..” he spoke straightening his posture.

She laughed amused at the reaction “common baby you cant be that easily flustered, you’re a debuting hero in America got to have girls all over you?” She said pushing in his arm a bit. He laughed at her remark she was right but he wanted some else all over him, her nails tearing at his back and shoulders as she laid under him calling out his name, he shook his head getting rid of the dirty thought that lingered focusing himself back on her.

That night Toshinori found himself actually falling for her, he always found himself thinking about her the way he made her laugh and smile even at the stupidest things, how she actually wanted to get to know him. How her body always faced him when she talked to him keeping eye contact. He spent two months in America and found himself head over heels in such a short amount of time. The media took advantage of this friendship as pictures of them flooded around. But, soon enough he found his trip coming to an end and having to head back to Japan, but not without saying goodbye right?

He remembers her giving him her address but he never got the chance. “Hey I got to make a stop before we leave.” Toshinori spoke to his manager.

So the stop was made just him nobody else. His took a breath collecting himself before he knocked. He could hear footsteps getting closer and locks being undone. The door opened revealing her, she looked up at him about to speak only for him to cut her off.

“I know its late, but Im supposed to leave for Japan tonight.” He said not totally finishing his sentence, he watched the woman lean on the door her arms crossed an amused smile on her face.

“Oh? Then what brings you here Tosh?” She asked.

He took a breath “I didn’t want to leave without seeing you again.”

She pushed herself of the door way “Here come in.” She said moving letting the man enter her home closing the door behind them.

“When is your flight?” Her voice quiet.

“In a few hours..” he said, he wasn’t just going to leave he had come all this way.

“Why did you really come here Toshinori..?” Her eyes looking up at him as she fell against the door facing him.

He felt his words get caught in his throat, quickly he cleared it “I wanted to see you, I couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye.” His eyes wondered on her she wore a silk set a dress and robe.

“I do have to admit I hate to watch you leave, shit i don’t even know when i’ll get to see you again..” she spoke pushing of the door walking over to the couch.

He slowly followed taking a seat next to her. Her eyes connecting with his. “You could always visit, but i feel the same Im so thankful i got to meet you. You’ve been my favorite part of America.” He said his body facing hers.

Her hands grabbed his, hers so small compared to his, her skin was so soft. “You know Tosh I couldn’t just let you leave with a goodbye hm?” She said her words in a tone of want as she sat on her knees the silk night gown rudding up her thighs.

“What are you suggesting..” he knew what she was suggesting.

He watched her carefully, she guided his hand to her face. He took the sign bring her in close to him, kissing her, her other hand falling on his lap keeping her balance. The kiss was soft them pulling a was a few times only for them to connect continuously kissing, the heat between then getting hotter as they made out.

He grabbed her pulling hie on his lap, his arms wrapping around her torso pulling her closer their bodies pressed together. The sound of her soft moans as they kissed her hips adjusting causing friction between them. Her hands ran through his hair the blonde groaning as she shifted her weight on him her fingers slightly pulling his hair. His hands placed on her hips making their way under the fabric causing it to ride up as he squeezed the flesh.

“God..” she groaned her breath heavy.

He pulled away he face fell into his shoulder their breath heavy, his hands moving to her hips holdings her in a hug again making sure her body never left his. Toshinori’s mind was foggy, “How much time you got?” He heard her say her voice muffled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders like a hug keeping him as close as he did her.

“Thats dosnt matter I’ll get a flight for Monday night.” He said, his lips kissing her neck softly.

“Your gonna spend all weekend in the states?” She said lifting her head looking at him.

“With you, if thats all right?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t mind the company, would say Id take you on a proper date but, i dint need the cameras in our face.” She spoke leaning in kissing him once more through a smile.

He laughed, kissing her once more. “No one has to know..” she spoke.

She was right nobody did, plus it would keep them both out of danger. A secret just form them.

“Hey, aren’t i the one that’s supposed to take you on a date?” He pulled away.

She laughed as the man “Cook me dinner, call it a date.”

“Works for me.” He kissed her again picking her up a laugh erupting from her, she painted towards her room as he made his way there.

He worked with her body in such a gentle manner not wanting to hurt her, for the fact he was twice her size. Y/n laid back watching him take his shirt of the fabric coming over his head. She watched as he took his shoes soon falling in top of her, hes hands wandering her body. Soon slipping the dress over her head.

Pulling away from her lips kissing down her body taking in all of her, the soft whines that left her life motivating him to keep going. He stoped at the top of her panty line looking up at her as she sat up on her elbows. “Can I please take them off?” He asked his tone innocent.

“Yes you may.” She said a smile displayed on her face.

His large hands tapping her to lift herself up a little as he pulled them off throwing them somewhere on the floor. He teased her kissing her inner thighs leaving her sex untouched, he moved her legs over his shoulder them resting on his back she could feel his muscles shift as he moved.

“Fuck.. Tosh stop teasing!” He voice reached his ears the irritation making him laugh lightly earning a light smack on the head.

He looked up his eyes heavy “tell me what you want..” he said slightly hesitant.

“Your not good at this dominant thing are you?”

“I-I am!”

“Wheres your confidence baby? Common,” she head her voice seductive as she reached down touching his face making him crumble. “Go on Tosh be a good boy and eat me, eat me like you wont see me again.”

She said her hand leaving his face going down to her cunt rubbing small circles on her clit, she watched as his eyes watched her play with herself, the woman’s fingers moving in and out of her her slick coating her fingers. His mouth agape slightly, “wanna taste?”

He nodded soon the taste of her on his tongue as she stuck her finger in his mouth, he suckled on her fingers cleaning them before she moved them out. “Go on,” she said, with that he wrapped his arms around her thighs pulling her closer in. The first few taste were hesitant finding the right spots, him losing control starting to practically make-out with her cunt.

Tightening his grips holding her down so she didn’t move away. Her sweet moans being music to his ears motivating him to continue. He let out a groan feeling her fingers pull on his hair her nails scraching his scalp lightly. He sat up a little un wraping his arm bringing his hand down, sliding a finger in as he sucked on her clit.

The movement on his two fingers causing her to throw her head back in to the bad letting out breathy curses, the lewd sounds of her slick and his saliva mixing as he toyed with her more. Her legs shaking slightly soon feelings her thighs tighten around his head.

“Common sweetheart, cum for me..” he spoke his tone heavy.

Her body shook slightly as she came over her high, her hands pulling on the blondes hair. He finished cleaning her cunt clean looking up his mouth covered in her slick.

He sat up coming up placing a soft kiss on her lips, her hands holding the side of his face pulling him in more. “Mmm you did so good baby, such a good job.” She praised, Toshinori’s eyes clouded and he mumbled out something.

“Hm? Common use your words, so pussy drunk huh…” her voice teased and he nodded in her hands.

She pushed him up flipping him over, “let me treat you Toshi.” Her hands pushing him down flat on his back. His hands found their way to her hips grabbing them softly. Undoing his pants she pulled the slightly Tosh getting the memo lifting his hips kicking them of. He sat up leaning on his hands as he watched her align herself with him, his head fell back feeling her walls clamp down on him as she lowered down on his cock. Looking back but moaning at the sight of her swallowing him whole.

Y/n letting out soft moans and she let herself adjust to his size, her nails digging into his shoulders. He pulled her in a hugging position his face buried in her shoulder as she rode him the pace slow and first. “Let me see your face..” she whispered, he pulled his head up looking as her his brows frowned trying to hold in his noises.

“I wanna hear you, let me hear you.” She spoke he hips moving slightly faster now.

He did as that they were quite moans, as she moved her hips. Lifting herself up and doing back down every time making him break In every way possible. “Fuck mo-.” He cut himself off tightening his grip on her hips and she moved him laying flat on his back now.

“What was that baby, hm..” she said slowly her pace down painfully, “common tell me what you want.” She teased moving back and forth.

“Please, please mommy im so close.” He begged.

“Is mommys pussy good?” She asked teasing him.

He grounded his knees coming up, Y/n leaning on his legs moving faster again, “so good, so good… please dont stop,” he begged he sat up wrapping his arms around her again. She kissed and sucked on his neck pushing him closer.

She felt him shift pulling her down with him, skin to skin her boobs pressed up against him, his hips meeting with hers as he fucked himself with her, the sound of skin slapping and moaning filling the apartment. “Oh fuck tosh, common baby dont stop.”

He could feel her walls tightening around him that pushing his limt, “common fill me up, stuff me full.” Her lewd comment was his breaking point, his grip tightened painfully around her waist as she rode out his high. His thick cum fulling her up erupting more as she finished herself on him milking him. The fullness making her moan out her high reaching again, tosh in her shoulder begging her to cum. Her body shifting as she reached her high.

They just laid there him still in her, cum running down her thighs. Their heavy breaths in sync, Y/n lifting her head off his shoulder, leaning down kissing him her arms wrapped around his neck. “You did so good, so fucking good.” She praised the man.

He kissed her softly thanking her, he pulled her up his cock falling out of her the feeling of cum hitting his stomach as she dripped on him. His lips met hers once more before she crawled over him stepping of the bed. He watched as his seed ran down her leg, letting out a pleased groan he sat up ready to follow her.

“Stay.” He voice stern.

He signed “I wanna help you clean up, please let me help.” He finished putting his hands together.

“Let me pee first.” She said walking into her bathroom as she heard a small laugh from him. He stood up following her, “What are you pee shy?”

She glared at him from the toilet, “no I am not.” She answered simply her face looking away from him. He let her finish soon after entering the bathroom with her.

He turned her around lifting her up on the counter. “What are you doing, on my god.” She laughed.

“Cleaning you up.” He spoke grabbing a washcloth of the shelf. Wetting it with warm water he ran it down her leg his touch delicate. Cleaning the cum off her legs, rinsing the cloth off then cleaning himself.

She watched him closthing her legs sitting on the counter bare. “Mommy huh? You know now you ow me a mothers day gift.” She teased. He looked up after putting his brefs on. Her panties in his hand, “W..What?” His laugh nervous.

“You called me mommy Toshinori.” She said, taking the underwear from him.

Embarrassment fell over his face, his cheeks bright red. “Oh god.” He groaned his hands coming up covering his face.

The woman let out a laugh as she pulled up her underwear. “Oh baby doll be all nervous.” She spoke looking up at him her hands grabbing his pulling them down, she brought them to her boobs having him cup them. His head falling on her shoulder his back bending uncomfortably, she felt him fondling them a little. “You did just fill me up like a cream puff sooo…” she teased. He let out a laugh pulling away.

“You are filthy. Oh my gosh.” He said his face still bright red, a shit eaten girl laid on the women’s face.

“Says the one who called me mommy!”

“Stop, Ugh!” He turned around facing away from him.

He felt her nails graze up his back, her snaking her arms around him hugging him. “Its okay gorgeous I don’t mind.” She said kissing the small scratch marks on his back.

“Gorgeous?” He asked.

“Dont like it? I think it suits you.” She said watching him turn around.

“I mean, everything about you is gorgeous. I might not know you fully but, I would love to. Considering you just had you dick in me.” She said.

His head tilted “I would hope so, but really i think your the gorgeous one. Look at you Y/n, everything. Your humor, the way you carry yourself so confidently, and god I love your hair, i love the birth mark under your boob, i love how you welcomed me so cautiously, but so openly.” He finished.

“God, that made me wet.” She joked. Catching him off guard.

“You’re horrible.” He laughed holding her face pulling her in kissing her.

There we go I actually like this haha! This is my first MHA and I plan on doing more! I love writing about ocs! I hope this was some what reader vibe, but this was a little taste from my MHA dr! Just wait till i mention my daughter in this dr. (You get repeats of names bc i love them)

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