#older man fanfiction

[mochminnie]

Distraction | Echo MCU | Henry ‘Black Crow’ Lopez

Characters/Aesthetic Boards

Pairing: Henry "Black Crow" Lopez x Erika "Vixen" Montes

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 Hero Codename/Alias: Vixen

Languages: English, Tagalog, American Sign Language

Age: 25

Allies: Avengers, Shield, Kate Bishop (Best Friend), Wanda Maximoff, Scott Lang, Maya Lopez, Bonnie, Biscuits, Yelena, The Defenders, She Hulk, Kamala Khan, Spiderman (Peter Parker But everyone forgot he existed).

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐲."

Personality: Upon first meeting her she can be very quiet and respectable, be grounded trying not to scare anyone off despite her being a social butterfly and energetic, Doesn't care about people's past and believes can change for the better, the peacemaker, she doesn't have a hard time making friends. Sometimes very talkative which makes sense Kate Bishop and Erika Montes to became close friends, She would ramble at times. and Likes to party with her friends she makes along the way, which makes her a great party host, with a good sense of humor, Can be serious when she needs to be she never left her free spirited nature behind, Compassionate,  Sensitive, Courageous, having a sense of adventure, Trying new things, Polite, Loyal, Honest, She tends to sugar coat things, Creative, Quick-witted, Yet is very Sassy, Strong Willed, Hardworking, Passionate, A natural flirt, Protective. Stubborn towards her sister and her friend Denny. She is much forgiving than Stacey but something the Montes sisters have is their rage when they're angry.

Appearance: Long Wavy Brown Straight Cut Styled Hair (Unlayered) Hair with Curtain Bangs, She likes to switch up her hair.  Short 5'1, Plus Sized/ Curvy Body Type, Brown Eyes tanned/olive skin.  Style: Sensual, Feminine, with a mix of Edge, can be versatile. Can be colored like pastel. Black and Red are her main colors in her closet. When she's at the Roller Rink she can't help but dress up  very 90's-2000's inspired. That wears more makeup than her older sister.

Powers/Abilities: 

Main Powers: Telekinesis, Empathy, Telepathy, Premonition (Seeing the past and Future), Memory Powers, 

Enhanced Strength, Enhanced Durability and Endurance, Enhanced Reflexes, Healing (Erika and Stacey can heal their own wounds), Reading People like a book and reading really fast, Telekinesis, Levitation, Reading Minds and Mind Communication, Empathy, Memory sharing/reading/sensing , Sensing Danger, Magic, Elemental

Multilingualism- English, Tagalog, American Sign Language and other languages, Reading Lips, Great Observer, Spy, Hacking,Computer Skills, Tracking, Marksman,Tactician Combat and Martial Artist, Flexibility, Acrobatics, Weapons, Escape Artist, Roller/Ice Skate

Erika ice skate since she was a kid.  That she naturally knows how to roller skate. She is also Hard of Hearing and wears red or black hearing aids and there are decorated.  

𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳 Age: 45

Black Crow's Skatelife, Fisk Shipping

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈'𝐦 𝟒𝟓 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞? 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦."

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐲 "𝐀𝐭𝐞" (𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫) 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬 Hero Codename/Alias: Fiery Phoenix

Languages: Tagalog, English, American Sign Language

Age: 28 (33 Originally but was Blipped/Snapped) 

Allies: Avengers, Shield, The Defenders

"𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚'𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞! "

Personality: Very Blunt and direct, She is the caretaker/babysitter since their mother is busy being a hero. Making some sacrifices growing up while not having a father present. She's courageous and Erika got that from her. Practical, Focused, Organized and Logical. Who holds grudges, Sarcastic, who has a temper deep down she's caring, and loves being a hero. She knows her purpose, Quick-witted

Appearance: Average height 5'5, Long brown hair, brown eyes, Stacey have much straighter hair than Erika but she would curl her to have a much wavy look, With a bit layered hair. She would have her hair mostly down.  Style: Sophisticated, Old Money, Classy, Professional Style, Formal yet sexy, much more sportier and comfy than Erika's. Stacey have a much softer, close to no makeup makeup look. 

Powers/Abilities: Enhanced Strength

Main Powers: Elemental Powers, Time powers (freezing things and people. Control how fast and slow people go)

Powers/Abilities:  Enhanced Durability and Endurance, Enhanced Reflexes, Healing, Run really fast, Levitation, Reading Minds and Mind Communication, Memory sensing/reading/sharing Magic, Multilingualism- English, Tagalog, American Sign Language, Reading Lips and other Languages, Great Observer, Spy, Hacking, Computer Skills, Tracking, Marksman, Tactician Combat and Martial Artist, Flexibility, Acrobatics, Weapons, Escape Artist

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬 "𝐊𝐮𝐲𝐚 (𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫) 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲"

Age: 28 (32 Blipped/Snapped) 

Languages: English, Tagalog 

Allies: The Avengers, Shield

"𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐊𝐔𝐘𝐀! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥!"

Personality: Dedicated into working as a hero, serious, doesn't trust street criminals, moody, Loyal towards the Montes sisters and those who have worked with him, is Friends and Family. also yet very sociable and charismatic. A jokester with Erika and treats her as a friend and little sister. Can be protective towards the Montes sisters since they are both the only family he got.

Appearance: Very classy, Think of James Bond, John Smith, and Dick Grayson's Nightwing (Which Nightwing got me inspired me to write a character like Denny) Very well dress but when it comes to training its athletic wear and comfortable.

Main Weapons/ Fighting Style: Eskrima & Staff Skills/Abilities: Expert Combat, Mix Martial Arts, Expert Tactician, Fast Reflexes, Expert Acrobatics, Master Marksman and weapons, Genius Level Intellect, Photographic Memory, Spy, Expert Escape Artist, Hacking, Tracking, Leadership skills 

𝐍𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬

"𝐀𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚! 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲. 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐑. 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞!!!"

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐋𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐳

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐮𝐡?"

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 "𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 & 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚?! 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧?!"

𝐁𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬  "𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫?! 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫!!!"

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐓𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞?!" 

Playlist

Count on You - Jordin Sparks & Big Time Rush

Don't hurt me  Desert me  Don't give up on me

Don't use me Take advantage of me  Make me sorry I ever counted on you

Dance for You - Beyoncé 

Loving you is really all that's on my mind And I can't help but to think about it day and night

Colors - Halsey

Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams

Cuff it - Beyoncé (wetter remix) 

Hypersonic, sex erotic On my body, boy, you got it  Hit them 'draulics while I ride it  Got me actin' hella thotty So excited, so exotic I'm a seasoned professional

Squeeze it, don't let it go Tease it, no self-control I can see the love in your eyes Boy, I know you wanna squeeze it, don't lie Double-tap when I walk by, fuck a reply You wanna deep dive in it and I know why, full moon tonight Assume that it's high tide, baby, just get in the water with it Boy, it's waist-high, ain't no need in holdin' back

Not a Bad Thing - Justin Timberlake

I know people make promises all the time Then they turn right around and break them When someone cuts your heart open with a knife Now, you're bleedin' Don't you know that I could be that guy to heal it over time? And I won't stop until you believe it 'Cause baby, you're worth it So, don't act like it's a bad thing to fall in love with me

Cater 2 U - Destiny's Child

Inspire me from the heart, can't nothin' tear us apart You're all I want in a man

I'm So Into You - SWV

You're so fine, so fine You blow my mind (Things you do) with the things you do to me (She sees) She's not blind, not blind She's not blind (things you do, things you do for me)  Things you do for me, all I know I'm so into you (I'm so into you) I don't know what I'm gonna do

Fantasy - Mariah Carey 

I get kinda hectic inside

Mmm, baby I'm so into you

Darling, if you only knew

All the things that flow through my mind But it's just a sweet sweet fantasy baby

When I close my eyes

You come and you take meIt's so deep in my daydreams

But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy baby

Love me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding

Yeah, I'll let you set the pace

'Cause I'm not thinking straightMy head spinning around I can't see clear no moreWhat are you waiting for?

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do What are you waiting for?

Heaven - Julie Michaels 

No need to imagine 'Cause I know it's true They say, "All good boys go to heaven" But bad boys bring heaven to you

Somebody - D.O.

I want somebody somebody who loves me Even the darkest depths of my mind and the way I love Just as I am I want somebody somebody who loves me Even the shadows in my mind And the ways I express my love Somebody who'd understand them all

Saturn- SZA

If there's a point to losing love Repeating pain (why?)

Intrusive thoughts, they paralyze

Life's better on Saturn Got to break this pattern Of floating away Ooh (ooh, ooh)

Find something worth saving It's all for the taking I always say I'll be better on Saturn None of this matters Dreaming of Saturn, oh

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

Now here you go again

You say you want your freedom

Well, who am I to keep you down?

It's only right that you should

Play the way you feel it

But listen carefully

To the sound of your loneliness

Like a heartbeat drives you mad

In the stillness of remembering what you had

And what you lost

And what you had

You and Me - Lifehouse

I can't keep up, and I can't back down

I've been losing so much time

'Cause it's you and me

And all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And it's you and me

And all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis

But I don't care what they say

I'm in love with you

They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth

My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing

You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love

Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love

You cut me open

Adore You - Harry Styles

Walk in your rainbow paradise (paradise) Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind) I get so lost inside your eyes Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me You don't have to say nothing You don't have to say you're mine

Honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Oh, honey (ah) I'd walk through fire for you Just let me adore you Like it's the only thing I'll ever do Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

You're wonder under summer skies (summer skies) Brown skin and lemon over ice Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me I just wanna tell you somethin' Lately you've been on my mind

Genie In The Bottle - Christina Aguilera

If you wanna be with me Baby, there's a price to pay I'm a genie in a bottle You gotta rub me the right way If you wanna be with me I can make your wish come true You gotta make a big impression (oh yeah) Gotta like what you do I'm a genie in a bottle, baby Gotta rub me the right way, honey I'm a genie in a bottle, baby Come come, come on and let me out

Hey Daddy - Usher (Even though I said I would be using the nickname/pet name Daddy in this story. Just added this song for fun.) 

Is you say, "Daddy's home, daddy's home for me" And I know you've been waiting for this love in your day You know your daddy's home (daddy's home) And it's time to play (so it's time to play) So you ain't got to give my loving away

Now We're Dust (Black Panther)  Thank U, Next Parody (Ariana Grande) - Azerrz

Thought I could defeat Thanos

But he's purple and big

And when he snapped his fingers

Everyone disappeared

First it was Bucky, Stacey, and Denny

Then all of my people

And then it was me

This guy's just evil

And then we lost Groot

I feel bad for rocket

He's just a raccoon

Who kept it solid

Thanos snapped his fingers and...

Now we're dust

Now we're dust

Now we're dust

Peter said he wasn't feeling good

Now we're dust

Now we're dust

Now we're dust

Peter said he

Wasn't feeling so good

Heard he said it to Tony

Thought he needed a sandwich

That boy's pretty boney

But it turned out he was fading too

That poor little dude

The infinity gauntlet

Has some powerful jewels

One controls time

One controls space

And one controls mind

That shit's amazing

Erika didn't saw this coming 

Thanos killed her mother 

 took the time stone from Dr. Strange (Strange)

 (He ripped out of vision)

 Erika and Wanda was crying, then she disappeared 

everyone dying

Erika's Mother Diane Montes portrayed by Lea Salonga

Erika's and Stacey's Father Richard Montes portrayed by Jon Jon Briones

Erika & Kate

🖤Superhero Besties🖤

Henry & Erika

Warning/Disclaimer: (Most Age Gap Tropes have 18 or 19 year olds as the protagonist and her Love interest is 10 years or older. This may be controversial with a huge 20 year age gap but, Erika in my story is age range 23-25 while Henry is 45. He is single. This won't be a type of Book where the older man will use baby, baby girl, or little girl nor does the younger woman will constantly will call her love interest Daddy)

Main Trope: Age Gap (Older Man/Younger Woman)

Sub Tropes: Superhero x Criminal (Street Mafia/Gang Member under Kingpin (Wilson Fisk), Forbidden Love, Ex enemies' Uncle, Interracial Relationship Indigenous/Filipino, Kidnapped, Different Worlds, Older Grumpish/Younger Sunshine 

Erika: Heroic Seductress (she knows who she wants. Erika doesn't care for age when it comes to someone older. What matters is that as long as there is No Cheating and that there are two consenting Adults (21+) in this Relationship.) Undercover/Spy Hero, Sunshine, Employee(temporally)

Henry: MCU UILF (Everyone's new favorite uncle that is so goddamn fine that you'd just wanna fuck without any sort of hesitation) Afraid to commit in a relationship..., Criminal Mafia/Gang Member, Dark Past Made Mistakes which does Fisk's Dirty Work, Bit of a Grump. stressing over Maya's doings, Boss (temporally)

What does Erika do? Get a Job at Black Crow's Skate Life.

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[zialltops]

amaretto sour

(Coming 4/24)

(45) Married!Joel Miller x (28) f!reader | 18+ Minors DNI seriously, off my case | Infidelity | cheating | moral ambiguity | unprotected piv | revenge sex | wip

Summary:

You’ve worked for the Millers for a few years now and there’s much to be said about the mans aristocratic, egotistical wife. You’re good at keeping your opinions to yourself, until you catch her sneaking around with another man.

Watching your bosses marriage crumble makes you wonder what her leery husband is really like,

In the shadows

a/n: i know i said i would be on hiatus, but i just cant stop thinking about this idea. It’s been PLAGUING my brain for weeks now thinking about quiet scary boss Joel with a slight temper and a suppressed sensitive side. This is going be a somewhere around 10-15K oneshot

credit: @saradika-graphics

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel the last of us #joel miller smut #joel tlou #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #wip #joel miller wip #boss!joel miller #older man/younger woman

[rehenys]

God, you're so handsome. ~ T.Wolff

Synopsis: Toto and George Russell's Sister are sneaking around. TW: Implied smut, Age Gap, Smoking.

God, he's so handsome in his vintage Merc and black Tom Ford glasses. With the sleeve of his black shirt casually rolled up, his muscular forearms catch the light. A wisp of smoke hangs between his parted lips as he waits for me at the end of the road, hoping my brother doesn't see us. I drop my duffle bag rushing into his arms and meeting his lips with a sinful kiss. His lustful eyes raked over my outfit, biting his lip But we both know time is of the essence.

Out on the open road of Monaco with the wind in my hair, hand on the back of my neck, just us and the ocean. His palm lays flat on my exposed thigh, mindlessly drawing shapes, his fluffy hair tousled due to the wind. His skin was glowing due to the setting sun. We pause to watch the sunset. I lean back against his chest, nestled between his long legs, with his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips against my neck. While my phone rings in the back seat.

5 missed calls from George

It's midnight, and we're tangled up in his sheets. I'm nestled against his side, his warm skin pressed against mine. His hand slowly roams my hip and waist until the teasing becomes too much. I stand over his body, holding him like a python, he canʼt keep his hands off me or his pants on. His lips whispered my name like a prayer.

16 missed calls from George

DAY 2:

In the morning light, he's still as handsome as ever, with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. I press a soft kiss to his jaw. As I try to untangle our limbs, his arms tighten around my waist. I flop back down, giving up on getting out of my safe place. After all, who needs breakfast?

Around mid-noon, we begrudgingly leave the bedroom to have ‘breakfastʼ. Who would have thought Toto Wolff would look so good making eggs? His bare torso is covered in an apron, his dexterous fingers wrapped around the whisk. I just intently stare at him making us breakfast, simply mesmerised, which he notices, he winks before giving me a bowl of strawberries to snack on. We share Crêpeʼs with whipped cream, with my feet in his lap; our lips swollen and his marble skin covered in purple splotches.

26 missed calls from George

It's the dead of night, and he sits on the sofa with his spectacles on, furiously typing away on his laptop, his hair messy from running his hand through it, his face set in a scowl. I just made his favourite Pumpernickel bread, and I have about 45 minutes to kill while it bakes. He looks too delicious right now for me to resist. I stand in front of him with an innocent smile, slowly moving his laptop away. His brown eyes crinkle with excitement, His lips find mine as I tug on his hair, gently massaging it to soothe the sting. He chuckles against my lip, his large palms sinking into my skin as my fingers nimbly unbutton his white shirt. My lips meet the skin between his neck and shoulder, his head thrown back in pleasure.

38 missed calls from George 

DAY 3:

The next morning, I grab my phone while Torger is in the shower, to see a flurry of texts from my brother cussing me out, asking where I am. I calm him down, listing more lies to cover up our trial and he blindly trusts me, my heart heavy with guilt but he would never understand. I repeat it in my head like a mantra till that guilt settles when Toto takes me into his arms, kissing away my problems.

We lay on the couch as I read out loud, my hand running through his hair, his eyes fluttering shut. God, he's so handsome.

I chuckle, my darling all worn out. The simple domesticity of this week has me longing for more. we need to tell my brother, but how can I, this wasn't meant to happen but if I could go back in time I wouldn't change a thing. but my brother wouldn't understand, he has always been protective of his baby sister, and I know he would blow a fuse if he realised I was with his long-time mentor.

Our peaceful weekend had come to an end when he parked at the end of the road; back where we started, His face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl during the drive back. A chaste kiss and I walked up the road back home nodding at the security guard as he let me in giving me a sorrowful look. Stepping through the threshold of my house I switch to being the perfect sister and daughter of The Russells.

I happily greet my brother, feeding lies about my girl's weekend like I didn't spend the whole weekend in bed with his Boss and Mentor. As I head up the stairs he complements my outfit, I thank him with a soft smile but beneath that pretty pink Chanel dress he brought are the bruised hand prints of Torger Wolff with love bites to match.

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JAWBREAKER

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 1 | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List

Synopsis: Bucky's been hired to watch you as a favor to his best friend; your father. But when a game of spin the bottle has Bucky choking on his words, he just can't help himself anymore.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: age gap (both are consenting adults). dbf!bucky x f reader. mentions of violence against others (nothing undeserved) jealous bucky. unprotected sex. (wrap it before you tap it.) dirty talk. possessive bucky. p in v sex. is a hired bodyguard a stalker? maybe? idk. lots of praise + pet names.

taboo au + "this is fucked up" "you like it"

How Bucky ended up at a Halloween party for drunk teenagers was a mystery. A ghost-themed one at that. Kids who he wasn't even sure should be drinking clutched red solo cups filled with various alcohol, laughing obnoxiously and passing hushed whispers.

He rolled his eyes.

Teenagers.

He was sent here by your father, and although he loved the man (practically his best friend) this was the one event he regretted agreeing to accompany you to. You were 19, and why you wanted to go to a ghost-themed party with sixteen and seventeen-year-olds was beyond him.

Nevertheless, he agreed to supervise you for your father's sake. The second he steps foot through the frilly-decorated entrance, he smells the overpowering scent of marijuana and Axe cologne.

Thank god he didn’t grow up in an era where boys would wear that shit and think they were the coolest fuckers around. His nose turns up, turning to its source. It was indeed three teenage boys with what must have been a gallon of gel in their hair and crooked smiles splayed on their features.

They accompany a girl at the table, he can't see her features due to the blocking backs of the boys, but he can see one of them lift their fingers to brush ever so slightly against her arm.

The girl moves away, and when she does, Bucky's eyes catch on her.

It’s you, his best friend's daughter. He tries hard not to let his eyes linger on you, knowing he has only one job here tonight, and it’s to keep you out of harm's way. There was only one problem with that. Your father kept most of his work life hidden away from his wife and since he worked with a lot of cruel people, he decided not to involve you either.

Which means you had never met his best friend. You didn’t even know he had one. Bucky was sent here to watch you from afar, your dad didn’t want you to know he sent someone to supervise you every single time you went out.

You pass the boy a look, awkwardly shaking your head. You attempt to laugh it off and walk away, but the boy grabs your wrist. Bucky bristles where he stands against a wall, having just entered.

He can’t approach you, he couldn’t risk you finding out who he was. But oh how he wanted to break all twenty-eight of Jelly Hair’s pitiful knuckles.

“Let go, Jake.” You growl out, but Jelly Hair won’t let up, wrapping his digits around your tiny wrist and forcing you to sit back down. It angers him, how the other boys he’s sitting with laugh at his antics.

A loud crunching sound echoes from someone over at your table and Bucky leans away from the wall, getting ready to intercept, thinking he may have hit you. He should be ashamed of the anger that blossoms through his chest.

Jake’s fingers slip from your wrist as the other boys jump up. Jelly Hair turns toward the door where Bucky is standing, allowing him to spectate the blood now running from his nose.

He can’t help the smile that graces his features.

You hit him.

“My girl” Bucky finds himself whispering. He tucks his hand in his pockets, moving away from the entrance and more profound into whoever's house this is. White lights flash from the rooms as music blares from speakers in the living room.

Everyone is dressed like a ghost, some people; like you are wearing a t-shirt that displays a cute drawing of a supernatural creature. Others wear sheets with glasses placed overtop of them, or uneven eye-holes cut out of the white fabric.

Bucky grabs a solo cup and fills it up with Cola, the only non-alcoholic drink on the ping-pong table. His metal fingers grip the cup and bring it to his lips, only to spit it back into the cup.

“What the fuck.” He mutters, scrunching his face in distaste. He does a double take on the bottle, bringing the contents up to his nose, Rum.

It’s fucking Rum Coke.

He takes the cup anyway, having no intention to sip from it anymore. He blends in this way, holding a solo cup just like the other hundred people here. His blue eyes search for you in the crowd, spotting you right away, your body settled on the lap of a man, early 20’s he’d say.

A feeling he’s all too familiar with when it comes to you surges through his veins, seeing the white skirt you're wearing hike up, allowing him and everyone else to see his hand knead at your ass.

Bucky’s jaw clenches as he watches you lean into the man, your lips wrapping around his, your eyes closing. Bucky has no idea who he is, but whoever he is, his dick is growing hard under you, having very clear intentions of what he’s about to do. And Bucky will be damned if he allows you to get fucked by this piece of shit.

Not that it should matter to him. You should have a man that would treat you right, protect you, pleasure you. Not this dick-wad who wants a quick fuck. Your father wanted him to keep you out of trouble, and that’s exactly what he’s doing.

At least, it’s what he tells himself.

Bucky watches for a few more seconds as you rub yourself over his cock, painfully humping it. He knows you aren’t getting any pleasure out of it, it’s evident on your face. The dick-wad beneath you is, and that’s what makes Bucky’s fingers ball into tight fists, making him grind his teeth down again, on the verge of breaking his goddamn jaw.

That’s what you were.

A fucking jawbreaker, surely you were smarter than this. You had to have known you were worth so much more. You had to know dick-wad couldn’t make up for a quarter of that amount.

“Spin the bottles starting downstairs!” A girl announces from the banister. She’s drunk, very drunk, Bucky notices. She also must be the owner of the way her fingers wrap around the railing.

He could just tell.

Bucky feels the relief flood his chest when you turn away from the man, clearly seeing a good excuse for escape. He growls but lets you go as he soon follows suit. Bucky has no interest in watching you play spin the bottle, but of course, he has not all a choice.

He couldn’t decide whether it was his job, (why he was here in the first place, he’s had to repeat that to himself a few times throughout the night.) Or because he didn’t want to watch a bunch of horny teenagers shove their fucking tongues down your throat, heat bloomed in his chest, mixing with anger.

Either way, he would have to break more than fourteen knuckles tonight.

✪

Bucky’s already taken his place on the wall, going unnoticed as the kids gather around in a circle, sitting with their legs crossed, fixated on the bottle that is situated in the middle.

You sit on the right side, next to some other girls he recognizes.

Women.

You were 19 years old for god sake.

The woman from earlier, the owner of the house, Bucky had now learned the name of, Jess plops next to the man from earlier, her eyes analyzing all the players. Other people stand, just here to spectate the game, giving Bucky plenty of cover.

“We need one more player!” Her voice slurs, looking up from her sitting position, searching for the correct person to fill the gap right across from you. Your eyes search around with Jess’s until both pairs land on him.

No.

Absolutely fucking not.

“What’s your name?”

Bucky grinds his teeth together again, he’ll be very surprised if he has teeth after tonight.

“James.” He grits out, trying his very best to seem like he doesn't want to be here. Which isn’t very hard.

He doesn't.

“You look a bit old to be here, James.” Jess' eyes roam the others, looking for the attention she so desperately wants. The others let out faux chuckles. Bucky can still feel your eyes burning through his, even though over fifty pairs are now aimed at him, you stick out.

You always have.

“Who invited their dad, guys?” Jess pokes again, her ghastly features twisting in a terrible laugh. Other people laugh now, but Bucky doesn’t mind. You don’t laugh, your features scrunch at Jess’s words. The man didn’t look old at all, older than a teenager sure, he was quite handsome.

“Come on, James. Join us!” You call, and the man's eyes immediately meet yours. You can’t help yourself, you gasp at the intensity of them, the beautiful blue irises that stare back at you.

Bucky still didn’t move from the wall, it was very evident he had no choice in this matter. “A little party never killed anybody, James.” Jess’s cat-like mouth squeaks.

“Bucky-” He corrects, heaving a sigh. “Just Bucky.” Bucky walks over to the circle, watching the gathering crowd part. Allowing him to sit like the rest of them, occupying the spot across from you.

“Let’s get started, Anon, Why don’t you spin first?”

Anon, a very stereotypical frat boy reaches for the bottle, his companions cheering behind him. The glass spins as everyone's eyes follow it, even Bucky’s.

The end lands on Jess, which is ironic. Bucky is checking off his mental checklist, he’s no matchmaker but..

Obnoxious Voices. Check. Annoying Presence. Check. Feline Like Faces. Check. Rich Pieces Of Shit. Check.

Those two were made for each other.

The two kiss awkwardly, the whole crowd kicking and screaming taunts, acting like children who just touched a deceased insect. Bucky settles into the hard-concrete floor, getting ready for a very excruciating game.

✪

It’s about an hour before you finally get the bottle in your hands. Everyone waits on bated breath as you capture your bottom lip between your teeth. You grab the bottle and spin, watching the glass glide across the concrete floor.

It clicks and clanks before it stops, and the endpoints to the stranger.

The older man that’s been stuck to the wall the whole party. You’ve never seen him before but were quite intrigued when you caught him looking at you during the game, pretending as if he wasn't.

The stranger's eyes flick open, looking at the end pointed towards him and then where you sit across from him. You smile to yourself as Bucky stays in his position.

The chanting starts when Jess’s voice echoes through the room, “You have to kiss the old man!” She’s 20, but acts like a five-year-old.

“Kiss!”

“Kiss!”

“Kiss!”

People around you repeat, and so you do the only logical thing to do. You place your hands in front of you and crawl to Bucky, knowing full well your skirt is riding up as you do so.

You can see his jaw clenching. You arrive in front of him, propping yourself up on your knees, Bucky's eyes look up at where you slightly tower over him.

You reach your fingers to graze his jaw, and when your fingers meet his subtle, the fifty pairs of eyes disappear. Right now, it’s just you and him. “Come here.” You mutter, bringing his face to yours.

Bucky hesitates, but lets it happen anyway. He’s captivated by you, you can tell. He wants to pull away but can’t.

Time seems to slow as your eyes close and your noses touch, stopping before letting your lips meet each other. Heat builds in your stomach, anticipation and want bubbling deep inside your core.

“This is fucked up.” He whispers, his breath grazing your wet lips.

“You like it.” You answer, before pulling his face to yours, your lips colliding in perfect harmony. Heat fills your stomach, settling itself between your thighs. Bucky’s hand comes up to cup your scalp, molding his palm to your head, crushing his lips against yours.

Your tongue slides into his mouth, entangling with his own. Your breath heaves as your stomach urges for more, your thighs pressing together in your kneeling position. You pull away before you can go any farther, breath heaving, a string of saliva still connecting your puffy lips.

The words that exit his mouth are barely audible, but you catch them. “That’s why it’s fucked up.”

“Get a room, lovebirds,” Jess calls, laughing with the others. But you ignore them, your eyes are still pulled into that trance, still feeling Bucky’s lips on yours.

The next thing you know, Bucky is getting up, his hand reaching for your own. You gulp at his gaze now, seeing the intensity switch to something different.

Something primal.

✪ Somehow you ended up in a closet, with Bucky’s breath fanning over your neck, his cock painfully straining against his jeans. It took all but four seconds for your clothes to be off, Bucky’s joined yours short after, pooling on the floor of the large closet.

“Sweetheart-” Bucky sounds breathless as he reaches out, his metal hand (which you okay with, apparently) running down the curve of your breast, dipping in your bra to twirl a cool digit around your semi-hard peak. (Especially when they made you feel like that.)

“How old are you?” You press, moaning as Bucky’s other hand cups your waist, making sparks fly up and down your skin. This closet, which is bigger than the master bedroom, has suddenly gotten small.

Bucky fights the urge to smack your ass in response, you didn’t care about age when you were grinding on that man’s cock.

“106.” He answers thoughtfully, but you only laugh, catching he wasn’t going to tell you his age. Bucky’s face scrunches in wonder, but it quickly fades when you press your body into his own, running your smooth fingers over his muscled abdomen.

“You sure you want to do this, baby?”

“Positive.”

Bucky brings your lips to his, all while taking hold of your hips, backing you into one of the closet's white walls. You engrossed in his touch, the feel of his fingers on your bare stomach, pushing you against the wall.

“I’d make you hump my cock, ‘show you what real pleasure is. But there’s no couch in here, sweet girl.” You feel your pussy clench at his words, you hadn’t known he was watching you then.

“Just gonna have to take me bare,” Bucky mutters, his hands grabbing your back, flipping you around so your palms are planted above you, your ass jutting out. His fingers knead at the meat of your ass, making sure to erase any hand-prints dick-wad may have left. You moan, bucking into his touch, wanting more.

“Greedy girl, you think you deserve my cock? Bare, too? You think you can handle that type of pleasure?” His fingers ghost over your panties, barely hitting your clit.

“Bucky! Please.”

Bucky smiles, knowing what he’s doing to you. If he wasn’t about to fuck you in a closet at a party he would tease you a lot more, and make you pay for letting that man touch you. You both knew you couldn’t wait that long, and neither could he.

Bucky pulls down your panties, noticing how your slick coats the fabric. “These are drenched, all for me, hmm?” He was so hesitant at first, to kiss and touch you, but now he didn’t give a shit.

You were his now.

Your panties soon joined the rest of your clothes. Bucky’s breath caught when he looked down at you, making your thighs clench together. He runs a metal finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

You cry out from the spark of pleasure, attempting to keep yourself up against the wall.

“You're so wet for me, sweet girl.” You feel lightheaded as Bucky releases himself from his boxers, you can’t see anything, only the white paint of the wall.

You can feel his tip nudge at your entrance, as he leans down, placing soft kisses along your back. “I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Okay? You want to be filled with my cock?”

“Yes!” You buck your hips, your eyes tightly closed as you feel his cock slide itself to the hilt, using your gathered arousal to aid in his thrust. You cry out, the stretch is both painful and pleasurable. Bucky groans, feeling the way you clench around his cock, feeling the tightness of your cunt.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Taking me so well.” For a few moments, you just stand there, Bucky letting you adjust to his cock, to the feeling of being filled up completely. You had sex before, plenty of it, but you never took a guy bare.

But Bucky, the way his cock sat inside of you, not even moving and it still shooting sparks into your stomach, was something you’d never thought you’d experience.

“Can I move, baby? You alright?” You nod your head while Bucky places another kiss on your back, pulling his cock out to the tip, and pushing back in.

“Ahh-”

“Feel good, sweetgirl?” Words simply do not exist anymore, Bucky whispers against you with each thrust of his cock, his movements slow at first, allowing you to take the most pleasure out of it, trying so hard not to cause you any pain.

The wet noises of your body's meeting over and over again fill the air, and somehow it drowns out the music of the party. Bucky’s groans and your moans tangle together as you buck your hips to meet his thrust, accommodating his cock.

“So good, baby.” You clench at his words, milking his cock. Bucky smiles, looking down at you.

Bucky’s metal arm comes around your bare stomach, making your thighs fall open wider, “Like when I praise you? Your pretty little pussy loves when I tell her she’s doing a good job, baby.”

A single digit finds your clit, Bucky rubs at it, slow tantalizing circles as you buck into him.

“I want you to come on my cock, I need to see this pussy clench around me harder.” Your body involuntarily does as he asks, your cunt clenching down on his cock as his thrusts speed their tempo and his finger matches the torture at your clit.

“Fuck!” You cry out, feeling your orgasm stirring deep in your belly, the heat from the room going straight to your head, encasing you in its bubble.

“That’s it.” Bucky praises, dragging out both words, “Good girl, come for me.”

You do, moaning loudly as your orgasm rushes through your veins, as Bucky chases his release, making sure you get over the edge first. His breaths come out in pants as his cock pushes into your cunt at a punishing speed. “I wonder how your daddy would feel if he knew you just came on his best friend's cock.”

“What?”

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Why do you hate me?

Link to masterlist

Severus Snape x f!reader

WC: 1.5k

Summary: After starting your job as a professor at Hogwarts, you don’t understand why Professor Snape is the one person who doesn’t seem to like you.

Warnings: age gap, angst, SFW, crying, slightly OOC Snape

I still have some stuff I need to catch up on but maybe I can make a part two soon?💁🏻‍♀️

You were more than thrilled when you were accepted to fill in the position for the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. As Dumbledore introduced you to the school at the Welcoming Feast, your eyes went over to the Slytherin table where you recognized some of the students you went to school with who were younger than you. Your memory went back to your last year sitting at that table with them, and it was as if you’d blinked and they were already old enough to be taking their N.E.W.Ts the upcoming year. You gave a wave to them as they saw you which they returned with a thumbs up.

It seemed as if someone else didn’t give off the same welcoming energy that the rest of the staff and students were giving you. That person was none other than your former head of house, Severus Snape, who was sitting right next to you, rolling his eyes.

He had started teaching when you were in your first year, and it didn’t take long for you as an impressionable student to accept his strict ways of teaching. It wasn’t until your fourth year when you noticed you’d feel different around him than you did with any other teacher which made you realize you were developing a little crush on him that you waited for to go away throughout the rest of your time in school. It never did.

And now, there you were, sitting right next to him, with the same flame within you that caused you to blush.

After Dumbledore was finished making the rest of his announcements, you turned to Snape with a smile on your face.

“Hello Severus, you’ve been a teacher for a while now. Doesn’t it get exciting seeing all these new faces ready to have their minds filled with knowledge? I saw a good number of new additions to our wonderful house during the Sorting Ceremony!”

“It’s Professor Snape to you. And what makes you think I would enjoy having new students to teach?” Even though he turned to you with that same scowl on his face from all those years ago, there was something different about the way he looked at you that you couldn’t put your finger on.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized quickly, a meek smile on your face. “I just thought that… well, you’re a teacher, so… or maybe you see it as having new victims to torture?” You didn’t know why you had rambled on like a fool as the butterflies in your stomach continued to flutter. Having a crush on someone you’re not supposed to can make you do strange things, sometimes without your control it seems.

“The students better hope their new teacher takes her job seriously enough and doesn't treat it as a joking matter.” Snape pointed his sharp features at you which were emphasized by his pale face making you shrink back into your seat.

The more time went on throughout the school year, the more apparent it became that your former teacher hated you no less if not more than he used to. Every wave you gave to him in the corridors was only returned with a scowl, every “hello” with a “go away.” You didn’t understand why he could be so rude to you when you’ve been nothing but kind to him. Hearing rumors that he favored the Slytherins over the other three houses, you thought that he would have treated you with less disdain, but even as a student and teacher, it seemed like he treated you as if he forgot that you shared the same house.

The more you thought about it, you noticed that he used to single you out from the other Slytherins in your school days. You remembered storming out of class in your seventh year one time after he yelled at you for being an “embarrassment” to your house. All you had done was defend a Gryffindor student from the taunts of your fellow housemates. He then had the audacity to complain that you were the one disrupting his class!

Since becoming a teacher, you had in a way used Snape’s mistreatment of you as a motivation to be kind to every student and work with them in a way that was suitable to their needs. You never wanted another student to feel the same way about you that you had towards Snape.

Within a month of school, you had gained a reputation as one of the nicest teachers at Hogwarts, a stark contrast to how everyone else viewed Snape. There were some nosey older students who had taken the liberty of spreading gossip around which included information of how you were once his pupil making the younger students wonder in disbelief of how you turned out nothing like him.

Then there was Snape himself, whom you’d sometimes catch looking in your direction, looking as if he was dazed out, a sight that amused you as someone who had only seen him wear one other expression on his face. It was only when the soft sound of your laughter would hit his ears that he’d snap out of whatever trance he was in, narrowing his black eyes at you silently accusing you of mocking him.

You didn’t understand what was so different about him, what changed since the last time he saw you before you started teaching.

This lead to you becoming more intrigued with him, striking up a conversation with him whenever you were together only to be shut down by his familiar dismissiveness.

It was a Hogsmeade weekend which meant that you were alone in the library with the exception of some studious first and second year students. You had taken advantage of the near emptiness of the library to gather however many books you could fit onto two hands before leaving for your quarters. Thinking about how excited you were to bundle up in your blankets with the books you considered reading to your students, you sprinted through the castle. Maybe you got a little too excited because the next thing you knew you were plumeling face first into a wall of black fabric before the books were knocked out of your hands.

“I should’ve known it was you. Running around like the invasive pest that you are.” You looked up to meet Snape’s eyes for daggers, his taller frame looming over you.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” Your eyes widened as you frantically fidgeted with the skirt of your dress.

“Even after I thought I’d seen the last of you, you return like a persistent weed that has evolved into a thorn in my side.” He used his snarky attitude to ignore your apology.

Something inside of you deflated at the sound of his words, puncturing the previous excitement that was bubbling inside you making you momentarily forget about the books you had to pick up.

“I just thought we could be friends now that we’re coworkers.” You said in a near whisper.

“It might have escaped you when you were that pathetic student, but you can’t force everyone to be your friend.” He was clenching his fists at his sides.

“Why don’t you at least try being nice for once then?!” Hot tears were starting to simmer inside your eyelids, threatening to pour out. You hated how no matter how hard you tried standing up for yourself, you’d cry every time.

“Still weak as ever.” Snape said, eyeing your tears that were now running down your red cheeks.

“I am sick of you always treating me and looking at me like… I’m pathetic and calling me that!” You started to choke on your sobs. “Everyone has been kind to me! I don’t understand why you can’t be too when I’ve always tried being friendly with you, but you’ve been nothing but mean to me!”

“Being a pathetic excuse for a Slytherin doesn’t help.” Snape said loud and clear.

“Being a pathetic excuse for a teacher doesn’t help!” You shouted as loud as the tears would spill out fast. “You act like you know everything and that everyone else is beneath you! Maybe that’s why all the students hate you!”

“Thank you. For bringing my attention to something that is absolutely not new and wasting my time.” Snape said sarcastically, huffing under the layers of black.

“Why do you hate me?” You finally asked the question, a wall of tears clouding your vision.

The next thing you felt was calloused fingers brushing along the soft skin of your wet cheek before a pair of lips landed onto yours.

You were in too much of a shock to dwell on the fact that the man you’ve had a crush on for years was kissing you. You planted your hands against his hard chest as you returned the kiss. You let out a breathy whimper as his tongue traced your bottom lip. Both of you closed your eyes, savoring the moment until it was time to break away unless you wanted to take your last breath in his arms, which you would’ve been happy to.

“Because it infuriates me that I’ve wanted to do that to you every time I’ve looked at you since that day you returned to Hogwarts. You have no idea what you have done to me with those innocent eyes I can’t stop thinking about.” Snape’s voice broke you out of your daydreams before he stormed off without giving you a chance to speak.

You wanted to call out after him as you stood alone, trembling in your dried up tears.

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Request Fill: Tears ( Grabber x Reader )

AN: There are some Halloween-themed reader-inserts coming up in the upcoming days. Keep an eye on my account if you like my writing style.

Title: Tears Fandom: The Black Phone Pairing: The Grabber (Albert Shaw) x Captured! Reader Rating: Explicit! Warnings: Kidnapped!Reader, Dub-con/Non-con, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink, Mocking/Cooing, use of 'Little One', Belt Whipping, Name Calling (Good Girl), Reader might have a praise kink. This is a prompt fill by one of my top supporters. If you want to show your support, you can always buy me a ko-fi.

The prompt (I also added the items you sent in your later message):

TEARS

The chilly air brushed past your legs, reminding you once again of how vulnerable you actually were. Lying there like prey, waiting for the monster to come again. You hated it, but until you figured a way out, you would have to do with all the lemons life decided to throw at you. Even if they came in the shape of a demonic stranger who hid himself behind masks and depravity.  

You had grown tired of being tied to Albert Shaw's bed, having only an old oversized t-shirt that belonged to him to preserve some of your dignity. You knew that the cloth was a lie, though. Easy access, that was all it was. His hands would roam underneath as easily as breathing.

The cold metal of the handcuffs dug into your wrists as they kept you bound and vulnerable on the soft mattress. A contrast that was as big as your kidnapper’s personality: hot and cold. Evil and kind. An icy chill swept through the room, causing goosebumps to form on your skin and making the hairs on your legs stand on end. You had felt it before, and it usually meant the front door had been opened. He’s home. The thought sent a chill down your spine. Loud barking of the dog confirmed he had indeed returned from walking their round.

You held your breath and listened for the sound of footsteps. Was he heading your way? Or would he go to the kitchen first? The soft mumbles of the man reached you and you assumed he must be talking to his dog. Perhaps you were in luck and he’d leave you alone for a little while longer. But then the door creaked open and in walked Albert, wearing only the upper part of his mask. It concealed the top of his face, but his devil's horns no longer frightened you. What did send shivers down your spine, however, was the sight of his lips and the smirk that played upon them.

He showed off his sharp canines in a grin that spelled what was to come. He wanted to touch you again.

"So, how have you been, little one? Not too scared while I was away, I hope,” Albert drawled, his words dripping with sinister intent. Little, you huffed. He seemed to like to call you that way just to establish some kind of power balance between the two of you.

You tried to keep your breathing calm, though your heart raced like a wild animal caught in a trap. Your eyes followed his every movement, trying to anticipate what he would do next.

“I suppose you can show Daddy how much you missed him,” he continued in that overly dramatic theatrical voice. He moved to the side of the bed and carelessly dropped his cardigan at the end of the bed, just out of your reach. Teasing you.

But you knew what it meant.

His chest was already bare, had been so underneath the piece of garment. He’d never fully dressed after the last round, you realized with a shock.

"Please, don't..." you whispered, but your voice wavered with fear, betraying any semblance of bravery you hoped to display.

Albert chuckled, deep and throaty, sending shudders up your spine. "Now, now, sweetheart. You know I can't resist you when you're all trussed up like this."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing with thoughts of escape and retaliation, even though you knew it was futile. In this room, with Albert looming over you, there was no way out, no hope for reprieve.

As he approached you, you could see the hunger in his eyes and feel the weight of his gaze as it roamed over your body. It felt like a predator sizing up its prey, and you knew that soon enough, he would once again have his fill.

"Let's see how feisty you are tonight," Albert mused, his voice low and grating.

He approached you with a predatory grace, his hands reaching out like tendrils seeking to coil around your body. You hissed and tried to pull away as he ran his palms all over your trembling form, but there was nowhere to go, no escape from his touch.

"Still got some fight in you, huh?" Albert growled, growing impatient with your resistance. His palms slid down your naked thighs, calloused skin brushing past soft flesh. You felt his fingertips as they traced patterns down your sides, down your hips and legs, how his nails raked past your skin.

He moved his hands up and down a few times, admiring you, exploring you. He cupped your breasts underneath the shirt, tweaking your nipples between his fingertips a few times for good measure, having you bite back a moan.

A low growl escaped his throat, but you didn’t know whether it was a sound of approval or annoyance at the way you still tried to resist him. His hands ran down from your breasts, past your belly and to your hips where he got a good grip on you.

“Come on, sweet thing, open up.” His ice-blue eyes stared intently at you through the holes of the mask. His lips were curved upward in a grin full of malicious intent. You realized he wanted you to spread your legs, which you did, hesitatingly.

His one hand sneaked in between while the other pressed down on your thigh, forcing you to keep your legs spread open for him. He rubbed his thumb past your clit, little circular motions that sent jolts of pleasure down your core. You bit your lip in an attempt to keep silent. You didn’t want him to hear how he played you like an instrument, how much pleasure he sparked deep inside. But your walls slickened, so he must know. Your body never allowed you to hide its reactions.

“There,” he whispered, almost lovingly. And again. “There.”

Disgusted by the pleasure he made you feel, you tried to move your hips away from him. Just anything to relieve some of the tension you felt building up inside your core. He was working you towards an orgasm, you felt it. But you didn’t want to give him the pleasure.

Your reluctance didn’t go unnoticed, and with a sigh, he took his fingers from your clit. With a clap of his hands on his knees he pushed himself up into a standing position. Your heart pounded as he slowly removed his belt, the leather slithering against itself like a snake preparing to strike. You knew all too well how much he enjoyed using it on his victims, and fear tightened around your throat like a vice.

"Please..." you choked out, bringing your knees together to protect your precious core from his roving eyes. But your plea fell on deaf ears.

“Now, now,” Albert cooed, “Good girls deserve treats,” he said, swirling the leather band of the belt around his left hand, then pulled at the ends, showing the belt as it stood taught. You couldn’t help but feel how your eyes were drawn towards it. A clear signal that you were in trouble.

You trembled when he took a step closer towards you again. With his right hand, he let go of the belt, so the torturous item was only held in his left. But that right hand – oh. You dreaded to look at how he spread his fingers and then pushed down upon your tummy. His hand slipped lower and tapped against your knee.

“Bad girls need to be punished,” he said, huskily. “Now, open your legs again for me, sweetheart.”

You felt the pressure he gently supplied with his right hand on your knee and did as you were told, not eager to make him use force. As you lay there, trembling, you tried to think of anything but the man now looming in front of your cunt. You could feel his breath pass over your skin. Keeping your legs apart cost you real effort and you knew that he could tell you were trembling from fear. His thumb started to draw small circles on your thigh, effectively keeping your legs spread open with the comforting motion. As if it was enough to appease you.

“Ah there,” as he studied your exposed flower, wet and pulsing for his cock. “What a pretty sight, little one.”

For a moment, you glanced at him through your lashes, thinking that perhaps you had escaped the dance. Perhaps him showing off his belt had been enough; a reminder of a punishment you could have deserved if you defied him any further.

But you were mistaken.

Without a warning, he fiercely pushed your leg down with his right hand, his thumb no longer making soothing motions. Then raised the belt up into the air with his left.

You instantly knew where he wanted to strike.

No. Anywhere but there.

"Tell me you want this," Albert demanded, his left hand still up in the air. You could see the leather of the belt glisten teasingly, challenging you to defy. His knuckles had turned white, the leather straps were circled around them just once. His gaze locked on yours, unrelenting and unforgiving.

"Say it."

You couldn't bring yourself to utter the words, your defiance sparking something dark within him. With a sadistic grin, he struck down. A loud snap and an instant jolt of pain as he deliberately smacked it against your pussy. The pain seared through you, and you couldn't hold back your cries and tears.

"Say it," he ordered, his tone callous and cold. "Tell me you like it." He raised the belt again like a whip and panic seized through you. You struggled against your bonds anew and would have closed your legs if he would have so much as allowed it.

The words didn’t come out fast enough, and so he hit again. Your hands curled into fists and your back arched. The tears welled up in your eyes as an awful cry escaped your lips. Your pussy burned.

“You sweet little thing,” you heard the man coo, mockingly. That demon, you thought, as you tried to look at him through the tears in your eyes.

He fell silent and for a moment, simply stared at you. Just as you were starting to wonder why, a grin twisted his lips. “I love it when you cry,” his voice was low and husky, dripping with arousal. This whole thing got him turned on, you realized with a start. He derived pleasure from your pain. The bastard.

“But you know what?” he asked, voice sultry. You didn’t want to know. Your pussy still hurt and you did not think you could stand another blow. Tears were still rolling down your cheeks, you could taste them. “I love it even more when you take my cock,” Albert said, voice dangerously low.

“Now, I will ask you again,” the warning was clear. “Do you like what I am giving you?” He raised the belt once more, igniting fear deep inside of you. You wiggled against the bounds again but felt his burning hand upon your thigh, reminding you he had no scruples in hitting you once more.

"Y-yes," you gasped out, the humiliation burning as hot as the pain. "I like it."

He watched you, the mask hiding his true expression. But you could feel the anger behind it.

“Daddy,” he sounded furious. The calm kind of furious that made you know not to make any missteps again. “I like it, Daddy,” he said, waiting for you to repeat the words.

His eyes gleamed with depraved satisfaction. The belt was still raised dangerously beside his head. The hand he had on your leg, pushing them wide apart, pressed even harder, betraying his anger.

You bit your lip, your shame and self-loathing warring with your desperation to end the torment. You could try and struggle all you want, but you knew you could not break free. That this man had you. All of you. And he would take all that he craved. Finally, you gave in, whispering the word that sealed your submission.

"I like it, Daddy..."

The belt lowered., but you did not draw a sigh of relief. It was too early for that. Your pussy stung from the hideous slaps he’d given it. And yet, your core felt slick. As if your body actually wanted it. As if he was telling you to say what your body already betrayed. That you wanted it. Him. More.

As if he could read your mind, you heard his low voice grumble. “Tell me you want more,” the low command made you want to curl up into a ball and hide your vulnerable flower from his wicked belt.

“I need more,” you said, a breathless whisper as you finally dared to raise your gaze and look at him fully. He stood there, sweating, panting, obviously aroused. The tent in his pants gave it away.

“Need it,” he sounded pleasantly surprised by your choice of words. Then he dangled the belt towards your pussy, having the leather dip against your slick pussy lips. “Need my cock in there?”

You squeezed your eyes shut in shame and swallowed. A silent nod was your first reply, but you could tell by the way he pushed the belt against your slick core that it wasn’t enough. And so you opened your eyes again to caught his staring, waiting.

“I need your cock,” you said, chest heaving up and down rapidly. “Daddy.”

A pensive hum, voice dripping with lace and sin. “I thought so.”

With your eyes squeezed shut, you could feel it. First, he dipped forth. A warm, wet tongue licked the tears from your cheek.

Then, a low hum.

“Delicious, little one.”

The words made you flinch, though you tried to hide it.

The rough leather edge as it tapped gently against your clit. He was dangling the belt in front of your pussy, letting the leather slip past your sensitive slit, forcing a moan from your lips.

A low laugh escaped him, then he suddenly grew silent.

"Enough," Albert finally whispered, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he lowered the belt. The torment ceased, leaving you shaking and gasping for breath.

He moved closer, cradling your head in his strong hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. His grip was firm, almost painful, but it was the obscenities that escaped his lips that made you feel small and defenseless.

"Such a pathetic little thing," he sneered. "You're nothing without me, you know that?"

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, but you couldn't turn away from his piercing gaze. You tried not to look down at how he palmed his own hard cock through his pants while breathing heavily. You knew he was right, and it shattered what little dignity you had left.

“Fuck, those pretty tears of yours,” he murmured. You’d forgotten he liked it when you cried, and threw him an angry glare.

His laughter was cold and unforgiving as he undid his fly, exposing his hardened length. He looked down at you with predatory eyes, taking in your bound form, the bruises and welts that marked your skin. The tears in your eyes.

You saw him close his eyes for a short moment, throat bobbing as he swallowed, then opened his eyes again and let out a shivering breath. He studied you while he took his cock in his hand and though you tried not to look down at him preparing himself, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his hard throbbing shaft. The skin was already purple, the veins angrily popping out, the head leaking in anticipation. You’d seen him hard before, but never like this.

"Please," you choked out, hoping against hope that some shred of mercy remained within him. But deep down, you knew better.

"Still begging, are you?" he taunted. "You never learn."

"Please don't..." Your voice cracked, fear making it impossible to speak more than a whisper.

"Too late for that," Albert growled, positioning himself between your legs. “In case you’d forget,” here he hesitated, letting the tip of his shaft brush threateningly past your entrance. “You’re mine.”

And then, despite your pleas for him to stop, his hips moved forward and he buried his cock deep inside - another act of dominance, another reminder of his control over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the pain, the humiliation, the utter degradation. But there was no escaping it, not when he held you so completely in his grasp.

You whimpered as you trembled underneath him, feeling how his length dipped deep inside, how all his ridges and veins stroked your walls and stole your slick. It was just one thrust to bury himself to the hilt and establish his dominance. But as he slowly moved out, you felt it: all of him. It felt ridiculously good. He was hot, warm, rigid, unyielding. His hips moved fiercely against yours, working his way back into your throbbing pussy.

You felt his teeth as he grinned against your neck while his grip on you tightened.

"Oh, that is so good, little one," he breathed against your ear as he thrust into you, each movement calculated to remind you of your place in his world.

He was ravishing you like a man starved. You could feel it, the passion with which he moved his hips against yours and how the head of his shaft battered your insides without mercy, spurting pre-cum along the way.  He slipped from your core way too easily, the way now lubed with a mixture of your combined juices. He let out a laugh, making you flinch for his lips were still near your ear.

“You’re so, so wet,” he breathed, the puff of air sending goosebumps to form on your skin. You closed your eyes and tried to block him out. But he slid in and out of you smoothly, lubing your walls, hitting a spot inside that made your pussy quiver around his hard cock. At first, when he took you, the pain threatened to consume you, each thrust like a burning dagger inside your already bruised and battered body. But as he moved within you, something began to change – the fear and disgust that had been your constant companions began to ebb away, replaced by a twisted kind of pleasure.

"Fuck... why does it feel so..." he gasped out, and you had to agree. You were unable to comprehend the sensations coursing through you. The agony was still there, but it was being overtaken by waves of ecstasy that left you breathless and wanting more.

Without a warning, your walls started to clamp down hard, milking his cock hard and eager, drawing a loud moan from your lips that you were too late to withhold. Your fingers curled above your head, your whole body twisted in the throes of desire.  

And above you, thrusting still, your masked captor grinned down at you. A droplet of sweat fell from his head upon your half-clad chest – the shirt had ridden up to reveal your breasts.

“That’s it,” the words were vague, blocked out by the bliss of your orgasm. You felt how his fingers dug deeper into your skin, how his length kept battering your overly sensitive walls as he worked himself towards his own. His thrusts became erratic, and just when you thought you could take it no more, he slammed inside of you hard and buried himself deep. You felt the pulsing of his shaft and the hot warmth that filled you deep inside your tummy.

You caught your breath, body sensitive around his twitching cock. That’s when you heard it, the whispered words near your ear. You felt Cheshire grin against your neck and felt how the edge of the mask pressed painfully against your cheek.

"You were made for this," Albert hissed, his fingers biting into your hips hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. "You were born to be my good girl, weren’t you?"

His words should have repulsed you, sickened you to your core. Instead, they ignited a spark deep within. Yes, you thought. You felt like you were. Your body was thrumming pleasantly, the afterglow of the orgasm making you feel dozy and warm and – not yourself.

"I know," you admitted, your voice barely audible through your tears. You weren’t quite certain if you said it just to please him and save yourself from his ire any longer. You were too tired at this point to fight. "Daddy."

"Good girl," he murmured, propping himself up on his elbows, cock still softening inside your core. His words echoed hauntingly through your mind. You were born to be my good girl. You were made for this.  

You glanced up at him to meet his blue eyes, cold and hungry and devious. They rested upon you, piercing you, making you feel as small as he always wanted to make you believe that you were. You could see the darkness swirl within them. Something that you couldn’t name. He wasn’t done yet?

“Tell me what you are," he commanded, his voice low and dark, filled with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

"I'm... I'm yours, Daddy," you whispered, feeling his softening cock twitch at your answer. “I am your good girl.”

"Damn right, you are," he growled. And then, as if nothing had happened, as if the world hadn't just shifted beneath you, he leaned down and pressed a soft, tender kiss to your forehead.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle now. And before you could fully process what was happening, he slid down beside you on the bed, cock slipping out of your core with a squishy sound, his arms wrapping around you in a hold that was almost – almost – comforting.

You felt Albert's fingertips tracing the delicate skin of your bare arms, feather-light touches that sent shivers down your spine. His breath caressed your ear as he whispered words you'd never expected to hear from him.

"Such a beautiful girl," he murmured, his voice low and sultry. "Look at how well you take what I give you."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the sweet words and gentle touches somehow more terrifying than the violence that had come before. But there was something intoxicating about it too, a heady mixture of fear and desire that made it impossible to look away.

"Tell me you love it," he demanded, his fingers tightening around your arm. "Tell me you need it just as much as I do."

"I-I love it," you stuttered, feeling a flush of shame rise in your cheeks. "I need it, Daddy."

"Good girl," he purred, his grip on your arm relaxing as his lips brushed against your neck. The sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming; your world narrowed down to the feel of his mouth on your skin, the warm breath tickling your ear.

"Please," you whimpered, unable to hold back any longer. "Kiss me."

He chuckled softly, clearly pleased with your submission. "As you wish," he breathed against your lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss.

It was a kiss unlike any other, a maelstrom of raw emotion that left you reeling, desperate for more even as you knew you should be pushing him away. But in that moment, wrapped up in Albert's warmth and the sweet lies he whispered into your ear, you couldn't help but feel comforted and loved.

And so you let yourself fall deeper into the darkness, knowing full well that there would be no return.

~ Fin ~

AN: Hope you enjoyed it :) In the days running up to Halloween, I will be posting a few Halloween-themed reader inserts. Some are smutty, some are dark, some or sugary sweet.

#albert shaw #albert shaw x reader #the grabber x reader #black phone 2022 #black phone reader insert #older man x younger woman #kidnapped!reader #grabber x you #black phone grabber fanfiction #grabber x reader #prompt fill #request fill #reader x villain

[punktactical]

OLDER , ace + ?

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summary ; ace finds out you like him. time to make his move! things don't seem to go as planned . . . (highschool au)

warnings ; cussing , older man - younger woman , crackfic-ish? , fluff.

a/n ; requests r open, that's all i've got to say

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everyone knew you had a thing for ace, it was no secret.

you always asked to be partners in projects, always coming over to his house, and always finding excuses to be close to each other. so when ace finally found out, he was ecstatic.

"holy shit, [y/n] likes me?" sabo rolled his eyes, frowning. "didn't you know? it's obvious as hell." ace shakes his head, slightly flustered. he always thought you were cute but he never thought you'd fall for someone like him. luffy chewed on his granola bar, smacking loudly. "so are you guys getting married?" ace screeched, glowing red. "no, what the hell? that's for grown ups, luffy!" sabo snapped his fingers, bringing ace's attention back to him. "so what're you going to do now with this information?" ace shrugs, rubbing the back of his head. "ask her out, i guess." luffy raises his hand, grinning.

"there's a dance this friday after school, how about you ask her to the dance!"

so that's how ace got here, standing in the middle of the hallway with a bouquet of roses in his hand and a teddy bear in the other. sabo looked around the corner, before turning back around with a whisper-shout. "here she comes! get ready!" sabo and luffy rush to hide, while ace gulps down his nervousness. he can hear your sweet giggles down the hallway, chatting with your friends. he could listen to you all day.

you finally turn the corner, stopping in your tracks. there stood portgas d. ace, your close friend, holding a bouquet of flowers for god knows who. your group whispered amongst themselves, before nudging you forward. ace grins sheepishly at you, before holding the items out to you. quirking an eyebrow up, you question him. "what's this all about?" with a shaky breath, he answers -

"do you wanna go to the dance with me this friday?"

your friends squeal, obviously taking videos capturing the cute moment. you smile, cheeks warming a shade of red. "of course, ace." you grab the items and wrap your arms around him. he smiled into your shoulder, arms snaking around your back. he felt like he had finally won at life.

the day of the dance had finally come around, leaving ace anxious. does he look good? does he look stupid? why wasn't his hair cooperating, damn it! as he continued to fuss over his appearance, a looming figure crosses over him.

"ace?"

the raven-haired boy shrieks, spinning around. it was that damn old man, garp. he laughs at the younger boy, arms crossed over his chest. ace grumbles, pouting slightly. "can you not sneak up on me? i'm busy right now, grandpa." the older man shakes his head. "what's got you so worked up?" ace brushes through his hair, a soft blush collecting on his face. should he tell him? nah, he'll embarrass him even more -

"ace is going to the dance with his girlfriend." luffy speaks between chewing, a piece of chicken in his hand. "fuck you!" ace barks, stomping away to his room. he can hear garp's boisterous laugh from downstairs, taunting him.

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"do you really need to drive me to the dance?" ace was currently sitting in the back of garp's car, arms crossed pathetically. garp shakes his head. "no, but i just wanna see yer little girlfriend." he grins, flashing his teeth in the rear view mirror. ace sneers at him. "why? you've met her before, it's [y/n]." garp's eyes widen, grin deepening. "her? that sweet girl? why'd she go as low as you?" ace is about to go off on him, before feeling a buzz in his pocket. snatching his phone out of his pocket, his face lights up at the text displayed.

' meet u there <3 cant wait to see u in ur fit xx '

he melted at your text, responding with a heart. garp looks at the boy through the mirror, smirking. "she textin' you?" ace nods, eyes never leaving his screen.

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ace hops out of the car, waving goodbye to garp. "bye? i still need to take picture of you two, you're growing up real fast, ace!" grumbling, ace rubs his face. why did he need to keep embarrassing him? "ace, over here!" there it was, that sweet voice. the one he could listen to all day. his head snapped in the other direction, catching you in your dress, jaw dropping. you looked gorgeous.

"ace, go pose with your girlfriend!" garp smacks him on the back, sending him forward. "s-she's not my girlfriend, grandpa!" ace growls, standing next to you reluctantly. garp waltz over, a grin plastered on his bearded face. "you look lovely, [y/n]." you smile, shyly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "thank you, sir." he chuckles.

"just call me garp, sweetheart."

you blush, watching him position his phone before taking the picture. "you both look great, less ace though."

"whatever, you can go now!" ace ushers him back to the car. "i'll be back to pick you up, see you kids later." he winks at you before finally driving off. ace sighs, relieved, turning back to you. "[y/n]? you okay?" you have a dazed look on your face, a bright red dusting your cheeks. "ace."

"your grandpa is so fucking hot."

his face dropped, eyes widening in horror.

maybe that's why you always wanted to go to ace's house, to see garp, not him.

who knew?

#one piece fanfiction #one piece crack #crack fic #ace x reader #garp x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace #monkey d garp #monkey d. garp x reader #older man younger woman #highschool au #think i need someone older #i love that song sorry #punkz postz

[lokischocolatefountain]

Men Like Me Ch. 2 Sneak Peak

You guys, I’m at 6.9k and the smut has only just begun. Pray for me and my hopes to post at least this weekend. And thank you all for the reception for chapter 1. I truly didn’t expect it ❤️. Please take this unedited snippet of chapter 2 as my thank you

“Why were you coming in my panties then if I didn't measure up? ”

“I won’t do it ag—” he groaned when you grabbed his cock through his pants. He let out a low grunt, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his neck as he swallowed. You replaced your index finger with your thumb, tracing his trembling lips as you lazily stroked his cock with your other thumb.

He filled your whole hand and there was still more. It took everything in you to not moan at the sheer size of him. To not grind your belly against it to feel it against you. You didn’t know how big it was supposed to be, but the romance novels you read always described the big ones as more desirable.

“I don’t want to hear excuses. I asked why. Why did you steal my panties, Joel Miller?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you come on it? Don’t fucking lie to me cause I can fucking smell you on it.”

“I did. I jerked off with it.” You had to choke back a moan at that. No, you had to be strong. Show him you could take the upper hand just like he did with you. You weren’t a little girl with a crush. You were a woman and you could have this effect on a grown man. You refused to be discounted with a pat on your pussy no matter how much you wanted him to touch you like that again.

“And that’s enough to get you going. Just a pair of my panties.”

“Mhmm.”

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Edit: Chapter 2 here

Chapter 1

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#fic: men like me #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x oc #joel miller x original character #joel age gap fic #older man younger woman #joel miller x virgin!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller series #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic #fic snippet #fic sneak peek #all that i've inflicted on the world

[sarahowritesostucky]

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Tags: a/b/o, medical institutionalization, cognitive disability, made up kinky medical things, diapers, catheters, non-con medical procedures, restraints, forced wetting, hurt/comfort, humiliation, kind!Careworker Steve, bratty!Patient Bucky, alpha Steve, omega bucky, dub con everything due to a/b/o biology, dry humping, forced orgasm, masturbation, implied self harm, orgasm therapy, age difference (19/30), omorashi

Summary: Bucky is a troubled teen coping with the traumatic transformation of late-onset omega puberty.

Steve's been developing too much of an attachment, he knows he has. But he might not have the self control to remain detached anymore.

Chapter 1: A Weekend in the Pens

Chapter 2: Holding It in

Chapter 3: A Catalyst

Chapter 4: Release Therapy

Chapter 5: Excited Catatonia with Aggression

Chapter 6: Inflation Therapy

Chapter 7: Pheromonal Oil Massage

Chapter 8: Sensory Reset Therapy

Chapter 9: Persistent Genital Arousal

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers #steve rogers x bucky barnes #fanfiction #fanfic #sebastian stan #chris evans #stucky au #stucky smut #omega bucky barnes #alpha steve rogers #a/b/o #a/b/o verse #a/b/o dynamics #a/b/o au #medical kink #doctor/patient #older man younger boy #hurt/comfort #omorashi #forced wetting #dub con #non con #cognitive disability #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #alpha/omega

[smninthisworldd]

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Babysitter next door ; König x fem!OC ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

okay so i know this is short af, but i just needed this chapter to be kind of a prologue, explaining what would happen, and i needed to build up the relationships between characters. i promise it’ll get SO much better (trust me pls)

❝SUMMARY: König is a busy man, always working… but he must provide for his little daughter, his precious Ella. He cares deeply for her, she’s the most important person in his life. König decides to hire, as a babysitter, the only person he can trust in his neighborhood: Jasmine. He knows she’s busy with college, but he also knows that she won’t let him down, and will take great care of his Ella.❞

❝PAIRINGS AND WARNINGS: König x fem!OC, slow burn kinda, age gap (König is older than the OC), little bit of angst & fluff, friends to ?, growing feelings for each other. LATER ON: NSFW. I’ll put more details on the NSFW chapter.❞

w.c: 1720 ; part 1/?

MASTERLIST NEXT CHAPTER

A knock on the door at 10pm wasn’t really usual for Jasmine. She lived alone in a small apartment, the only one she could afford due to her poor job at the cafe down the street. She needed it, though, to afford college.

She moved in her apartment two months ago, and immediately made it hers: it was Jasmine’s now, a cozy and welcoming place, just like her warm and kind personality.

And, two months ago, she met her closest neighbors: König and his daughter, Ella. Jasmine bonded quite immediately with them, and Ella seemed to like her a lot.

Jasmine was studying when she had to stand up from the table and reach the door. She had her hair tied up in a messy bun, her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and wore an old oversized t-shirt. She opened the door, and to her surprise…

«König!» she smiled, quite surprised to see him. Jasmine could tell he just got home from work: he was still wearing his military camo pants and a tight black t-shirt. He probably had time just to take off his vest and his mask, and his hair looked a bit messy, while his face and arms were slightly covered in dirt. «How are you?»

The corners of König’s lips curled into a slight and soft smile, given Jasmine’s kindness. «I’m okay, Jasmine. Can i come in?» he asked, his voice calm and deep as his gaze fell on her body. He looked at her up and down, taking in her pretty appearance, though messy and drained from all her studying.

Jasmine nodded, moving to the side to let König in. His boots made some loud thuds at every step he took, while Jasmine closed the door and turned to him. «Sorry for the mess…» she chuckled lightly, referring to her laptop and her books all over the table.

«You were studying, I see.» König smiled reassuringly. «Don’t worry.»

He kept looking at her for a bit, admiring her messy hair and noticing how her glasses complimented her eyes.

Jasmine looked at him curiously, taking notice that he wasn’t with his daughter. «Where’s Ella?» she asked softly.

«She’s… with her mom.» König answered, a bit hesitantly, his smile dropping and his voice turning a bit more serious. «I’ll pick her up tomorrow.»

Jasmine knew that Ella’s parents weren’t together anymore, but she never asked what happened, or why. She respected their privacy. «Oh, I understand.»

«Speaking of Ella, I wanted to ask you a favor…»

König’s words took Jas by surprise, not expecting that. «Sure. What is it?»

«You know I’m busy with work… and I have a very important mission this weekend.» König explained. «I know you’re very busy, too… but I was wondering if you could babysit her this weekend?» he asked. «I will obviously return the favor.»

«Oh, no need for that!» Jasmine interrupted him. «I will gladly stay with Ella.»

König sighed of relief, smiling at the young girl in front of him. «Thanks, Jas. It means a lot to me.»

Jasmine smiled warmly at him, and listened as König spoke to her: «Since I’ll be out for two days, you can sleep at my place. I’d feel better if you did, so Ella won’t be alone. You can sleep in my room.»

As he mentioned his room, Jasmine raised her brows in surprise. Yes, they knew each other, they were neighbors and friends… but it took Jas by surprise that he was giving her permission to sleep in his room. In his bed.

«Ella usually goes to sleep around 9:30 pm, you shouldn’t have problems with that.» he added. «She likes Disney movies, playing dolls, her favorite color is purple… but i think you know how to deal with it.» he joked.

Jasmine chuckled, «She’ll be in good hands, I promise.»

«I know that.» König smiled. «I’ll text you tomorrow when I’ll bring her here, so you can come see her and I’ll leave for work. Is that okay to you?»

She nodded, smiling warmly.

The next day, Jasmine woke up to a text from König. “Good morning, Jas. Ella’s home, we’ll eat lunch together. Wanna join?”

She gulped in surprise, she wasn’t expecting it. But she obviously accepted.

The outfit she decided to wear consisted of a pretty purple skirt - Ella’s favorite color - and a simple white top. It was quite a hot day of summer, so that outfit was just perfect.

After Jas got dressed, she knocked on König’s door and was welcomed by him wearing some of Ella’s purple hair clips, with flowers and stars adorning his hair.

«Ella wanted me to look pretty because you were joining.» he quickly explained with a straight face.

Jasmine chuckled at the sight of the 39 years old soldier wearing his daughter’s hair clips. How adorable. «You do look pretty.» she joked.

König laughed with her, welcoming Jas in. «I know.» he said, as Jasmine walked in and he couldn’t help but look down toward her skirt, and notice how it exposed those pretty legs of hers.

As soon as Ella saw her, the little girl gasped and ran toward her, hugging her waist tightly. «Hi Jasmine!» she squealed with enthusiasm.

«Hello, princess.» she greeted Ella caressing her hair. Jas then turned to look at König, before looking around to notice the mess in the kitchen. «What were you cooking?»

«Wiener schnitzels. Ella loves them.» he answered, returning to fry the cutlets on the pan. Jasmine knew this type of schnitzel was a traditional Austrian dish, but she’s never ate it. So she was excited to try.

She watched as König cooked the veal cutlets, chatting with his 9 years old girl in the meantime.

But Jas was too focused on looking at him, how the sunlight hit his sharp jawline and cheekbone, his forehead glistening a bit from the sweat of that hot day, despite the air conditioning was on. She watched his expert hands handling the pan and the utensils, the vein on his hands and arms visible and evident.

Jas took a deep breath, shaking those thoughts off her mind, refocusing on her chat with Ella: «…and so I chose to wear the glittery purple dress for my birthday.»

«That’s great, Ella. I’m sure you’ll look like a princess!»

«That’s the theme of the party! Did you forget already?» Ella giggled, thinking Jasmine didn’t hear it or something.

Ella told her already, but Jas was too focused on those thoughts about her dad. She felt guilty in that moment, of her attraction to König. «Right! I’m sorry, Ella, I didn’t hear that.» she chuckled, hiding the truth.

«Lunch’s ready!» König then announced, giving the schnitzel to Ella first, and then to Jasmine.

«Finally!» Ella exclaimed, grabbing fork and knife to cut the schnitzel and eat it. She hummed and closed her eyes when she tasted it, her favorite dish. «Es ist erstaunlich, daddy (it’s amazing, daddy)!»

When Ella spoke German, Jas turned to look at her in surprise, a smile on her face. Given her father’s origins, it was obvious she knew some German. But hearing it was a whole different story!

Jas decided to finally eat her schnitzel, too, and when she did, she had to compliment König as well. It was perfectly cooked, and the veal was delicious. «It’s so good! I’ve never eaten it before!»

König smiled at both of the girls in front of him, feeling proud of himself. «Danke, Mädels (thanks, girls). I’m glad you like it.»

The three of them had a great time having lunch together, chatting and laughing the whole time. Ella’s feisty energy was contagious, and König loved that of his daughter. She was such a happy and sweet girl, and everyone around her felt affected from her positive energy.

As they all ate their meals, it was time for König to go to work. He sighed as he stood up from the table, cleaning up before Jas interrupted him. «Leave it to me.» she smiled, allowing him to properly greet his precious girl.

«Thank you, Jas.» he smiled before walking past her and toward his daughter. He picked her up and she hugged him tightly when she realized he was leaving, closing her eyes.

«Promise you’ll be home soon, Papa?» she whispered, but it was still audible for Jas as well, even though she tried giving them as much privacy as they needed.

«I promise I’ll be back before you know it, Ella.» he reassured her, kissing the top of her head. «Be good for Jasmine, okay?»

His little girl nodded with a soft “Mhm!” added to it. Jasmine smiled hearing that conversation, feeling her heart melt for how sweet König was with Ella, and viceversa.

König then placed a hand on Jasmine’s shoulder, and she turned to look up in his eyes, Ella still in his arms. «Thanks again, Jas. For everything.» he smiled warmly at her. «If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me.»

Jasmine smiled back at him, nodding at his words and followed him toward the door. He bent to let Ella down, and as he grabbed the keys, she hugged his leg - since he was extremely tall for her - and said: «Ich liebe dich, Papa (i love you, dad).»

«Ich liebe dich auch, Ella (i love you too, Ella).» he replied, caressing her hair and crouching down to kiss her forehead.

Jasmine looked at them with a heartfelt smile, her heart melting for Ella. It must be so difficult for her, she thought, having her dad working as a soldier… But she could tell Ella loved König deeply, and admired him a lot.

As König left, Ella let out a sigh and turned to Jasmine. She grabbed her hand and smiled, looking up in her eyes. After a moment of silence, Ella spoke: «Can we watch Tangled, Jas?» she widened her eyes at the babysitter. «Please?»

Jasmine was taken aback from the sudden change in her demeanor, but it was understandable that she searched for a distraction now. A way to let the time fly, not to think of her dad being away from home.

«Of course.» Jasmine replied with a warm smile, while the two of them walked toward the couch and searched for Disney’s Tangled.

~ smninthisworldd ; please do not copy.

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[queenof-curses]

Kishibe: Paying the Price

Captain Kishibe is right, you'll never be strong enough to kill the Devil that murdered your family. You need to sign a Contract with a Devil fast, but you don't know any that are willing.

Good thing Captain Kishibe is more than willing to help you out, for a price…

Kishibe x Fem!Reader

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Minors DNI! Explicit Sex, Gaslighting, Manipulation, Cunnilingus, Office Sex, Teacher-Student relationship, Age-gap, a little dark, & NOT beta read!

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“Decent work today, thanks to me. You’d be dead if I weren’t here, Kid…”

The older man sighs before taking a swig from his flask.

Whiskey, probably… you thought.

He was right though. If Kishibe weren’t there to check up on you during your mission, that Devil probably would’ve killed you. His next words pull you from your self-reflections,

“If you had train as I taught you, you wouldn’t be in a mess on every fucking mission.” He comments. “You have to take my advice, or you’ll never see your next birthday.”

Captain or not, the old man always seemed to pester you about not having any deals yet with a Devil. Your training up to this point with Kishibe has strictly been physical and strategic, and you were starting to feel the consequences of it all.

You joined Public Safety shortly after your family had been killed by a top Devil, being placed in Tokyo’s Special Division 4, under Captain Kishibe because of your smart and quick thinking. Now though, you wonder if that was a mistake…

You didn’t want to sell a part of yourself to a disgusting Devil, but how do you expect to get any stronger? Maybe the Captain was right after all…

Taking a moment to think it out, you finally decide to take a stance. You have to lose some, to win some- right?

You look up at Kishibe, his eyes slightly hooded and glossy (a state he was always in due to the job + alcohol), waiting for your response.

“I’ll do it.” you firmly decided.

He looks at you confused and you roll your eyes.

“Do what?” He asks.

“I’ll make a contract with a Devil… to get stronger. To kill the one responsible for my family’s murder.” You announce it to him.

You sounded so sure of yourself, a tone that Kishibe realized he hadn’t ever heard from you before. It perked him up a bit from his clouded mind.

He was quite proud, then, seeing you so confident. It was so different from the first day he took you into his division. He knew you were going to be great. But you should know- it wasn’t going to be easy.

“Alright,” he says. “And who do you plan on making a deal with?”

*Silence*

You look at him and think about all the Devils you know that would sign a contract with you… coming up empty. They were all dead!

The old man laughs out loud at that, “You don’t even know any one?!” he asks, incredulous.

“Uhhh… no…” is all you could respond with.

“Well shit Kid,” he pauses to think, scratching the rough stubble on his face. “You’re lucky I like you, I’ve got someone just in mind. But..”

He looks you up and down, eyes slowly raking over your body.

You shuffled under his gaze, adjusting your tight suit. Suddenly, you feel like your tie was choking you. Unable to keep cool under his stare, you feel your face flush red.

“But what?” you hesitantly ask.

“But!” He grins… “you’re gonna have to pay for the contact.”

What, just exactly, is up the Captain’s sleeve?

“H-How?”

“I think you know how.” He moves to leave, calling one last line over his shoulder before leaving you. “My office. 10 o’clock tonight. Wear something easy to remove.”

He doesn’t wait for your response before walking out, leaving you with a shocked expression and a wet spot in your panties.

—

Walking up to the Captain’s office was something you were used to, just not in this context. You were hesitant to come, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you were also excited and nervous.

You needed this contact; needed to be strong.

For my family, you think before knocking three times.

*knock knock knock*

“Captain? It’s me…”

“Come in, and close the door behind you.”

You were excitable as you entered.

It was no secret that Kishibe enjoyed his fair share of Alcohol, Devil Hunting, and Women. You just never thought he would find you attractive. He was so much older than you, so much wiser and experienced. Why would you even entertain the idea that he would be interested? Surely this isn’t what you were planning for, right?

Walking into his office, you shut the door softly. Stopping just in front of it, you look at the older man waiting.

Kishibe stood in front of his large, oak desk. His long trench coat was off for once, sitting on the coat rack at the edge of the room. He was wearing the usual uniform of a Devil Hunter, a slim black tie and dress pants. The tight white dress shirt accentuated his muscles, giving his regularly rugged look a more defined stance. His jaw was tense, you could tell even from where you stood.

He’d been waiting for your arrival, and it sent tingles of excitement to your lower parts.

The only light was a desk lamp, illuminating the man from behind and basking his silhouette in a soft yellow glow. The rest of the room was dark; the only occupants being the two of you.

You weren’t sure what to do next, so you stood your ground waiting for further instruction from the man. Your fingers brush against the hem of the short dress you decided to wear. It felt odd to be in this room without your suit and tie on, weapons discarded in the locker room of the building.

You felt exposed in the dress, remembering that your only other articles of clothing were your panties and shoes. A dress this short and tight didn’t have room for a bra, unfortunately, and it didn’t go unnoticed by him.

He watched you play with the short hem, enjoying the visible shyness that crept up your neck. Kishibe was glad you followed instructions, and he admired the tiny playful dress you picked for tonight. He appreciated how your little nipples budded against the thin fabric, and his mouth watered as he thought about sucking on your tits.

Despite his lustful mind, he knew you looked good. The kind of good, he thought, that a girl would choose to go out for a date in.

That wasn’t the plan he had for you tonight, however.

No, tonight he was going to have what he’s been waiting for since the very first time you stepped into this office. He wasn’t a patient man, and he was ready to get started.

He calls your name out loud, his voice making you jump.

“Y-yes, Captain?”

“Come closer, let’s see the pretty little dress you’re wearing.”

You walk towards him, dropping your hands as you make your way over to where he’s leaning against the desk.

Once you’re within arms reach, he grabs you.

Gasping, you suddenly find yourself engulfed in his scent. Cologne and a slight whiskey scent… He smells familiar, you can’t put your finger on it, though. Kind of like home… but do you even remember what home smelled like?

You expect the man to hug you. However, you seem to be wrong.

Your Captain reaches behind your head, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling you towards his shoulder. He tilted your chin up towards his face with his other hand, putting you in a helpless position under him.

A thumb comes to caress your jaw as he hummed in admiration, looking deep into your eyes.

“You know, Kid… I know a lot of Devils. I could make you the strongest member of Division 4. You could finally kill the one that murdered your family. But… it’s gonna cost ya. Are you willing to pay?” He asks you.

You spend a moment to think, though you knew your mind was already made up. You’d do anything to kill the Devil that went after your kin. Revenge was your only priority, but was having sex with your Captain something you’d be willing to do?

The yellow light reflects off his earrings and the sparkle catches your eye…

Kishibe really was a good looking man. You thought about him occasionally, mostly on your lonely nights… And although he was much older than you, he had his shit together.

That is, had his shit together besides the alcohol… and the brutality… and the women….

Okay, so he didn’t really have all his shit together. But he was good looking, fit, and willing to make you stronger. So you decide you need him.

You finally give him his answer.

Looking up at him, you lock your eyes with his before answering, “Yes, Captain…”

His smile stretches from ear to ear at that. He looked down at you and gripped your hair tighter. The pain makes you moan out, a sound he easily found himself wanting to hear more of.

“That’s Master to you, Kid…”

You correct yourself, “Yes Master…”

He grins, “That’s right Kid, and I am about to make you a very happy woman.”

Suddenly, he switches your positions. Flipping you around so that your front now faces his desk, he stands behind you. Using your hair as leverage, he yanks your head to the side, exposing your neck to him.

Hot, wet kisses are placed along your neck as Kishibe grinded his (from what you can only assume to be) huge bulge against you. His hips push your dress up, exposing the black panties you decided to wear for the night.

He groans against your neck as you push back against him. It was getting heated at a pace you weren’t used to. But you couldn’t deny that you were enjoying the passion of it all. You suddenly found yourself desperate, it was as if there was an aphrodisiac laced in the air of the room.

“Master…” you cry out, pushing your backside against his front.

Soft kisses were replaced by rough bites that soon decorated the side of your neck. Each hickey that he left was meant as a reminder of each time he thought about taking you just like this.

All those times Kishibe wanted to lay you out on the desk before him and mark what’s his. You were under his division, and he wanted to own you in every single way. All those filthy thoughts of his were finally coming true, and he was about to savor every delicious moment of it.

He lifts the rest of your dress over your hips before bending you over his desk. You brace yourself so as to not knock your head on the wooden table. Kishibe wasn’t messing around, you realize from his forcefulness.

You felt the cool air hit the heat of your pussy as he pulled your panties down to your ankles, exposing you to the room.

“Oh god,” you gasp out, realizing his hot breath was panting right against your core.

He must be on the floor, you realize, and therefore must be staring directly at your exposed pussy.

You try moving away, but firm hands come up to massage your backside.

“Don’t even try, Y/n, I want to see you…” He whispers, holding you in place.

His hands felt rough from all the years of Devil hunting he had behind him; his fingers were scratchy against the softness of your behind. His ruggedness only made you wetter, loving the savage-tendencies you knew this man had.

He brings his thumbs towards your core, using them to spread your lower lips apart.

You moan, knowing that he could see everything like this. You were exposed to your Master completely, and you knew what he saw was a wet hole that desperately needed fucking.

“This-” he starts before swiping his tongue from clit to your asshole, “is all mine… Got it, Kid?”

Another swipe of his tongue has you seeing stars. Your knees were weak, on the verge of collapsing against his face. You knew to answer him before he denied what you so desperately seeked.

“Yes, Master!” you cry out.

Kishibe laughs, knowing he has you exactly how he’s always wanted you. Spreading your lips further, he sticks his tongue into your folds.

You scream and thrash against his face as he tongue-fucks your pussy with vigor, his nose rubbing against that other dangerous place as you leak into his mouth and drip down his chin.

“Oh god, yes!” you beg him, “Please Master!”

He drives you insane as he brings a tumb to circle your clit, making buck against him like an animal in heat. The rough stubble of his chin teased your folds as you ground yourself onto his face.

Stopping for a moment, he slowly circles your clit with his thumb- edging you, but teasing your orgasm from completely unfolding.

“Do you want to cum?” he mocks. “Do you want to cream all over my face?”

“Fuck- yes! Please!”

“Please, what Kid?”

“Please, Master!” You cry.

He responds in a tone that is almost threatening. “Then do it.”

Diving his face back into your cunt, he slurps and sucks your pussy, alternating between fucking your little hole and dancing his hot tongue across your clit.

It’s enough to drive you past the point of teasing. Your orgasm hits you like a train as you squirt all over Kishibe’s face, soaking him and the floor below in your juices. He encourages you to keep going.

“That’s it, Kid- fuck my face.”

You rock back against his tongue, riding out your pleasure as you feel the wetness against the rough stubble on his chin. You grinded against his face, enjoying the way he ate your pussy like a man starved.

He slowly licked you clean as you came to. After a few moments, you seem to slow your hips and come back down to Earth.

You were a wet mess. Sweaty and covered in your own cum, you pant to try and catch your breath. Attempts to collect your thoughts were made. However, you knew this man wasn’t through with you just yet.

Kishibe stands up, keeping his hands firmly on your hips. His grip was firm, almost bruising.

You knew better than to move- he wanted you there and you would do anything to please him at this point.

“What do you want, Y/n?” He asks you.

You can hear the buckle of his belt jingle as he undoes the strap. The zipper pull is next, and all of a sudden you feel the hot weight of a giant cock sitting against your bare backside.

The heat of his shaft felt like a brand on your skin, and you wiggled your hips to tease the beast.

*slap*

A painful blow comes to your butt, making you yelp out in pain. He didn’t appreciate your teasing.

*slap slap slap*

Your cheeks were on fire as he delivered blow after blow onto your behind. You groaned and moaned underneath him, waiting for his hits to finally end- not daring to move from your spot.

“Now,” he said after a final eighth blow, “What do you want?”

You cry softly, the cracks of his hand that followed too soon after your ograsm left tears in your eyes.

“W-want you, Master!” you say out to him, keeping your eyes fixated on the wall in front of you.

“Want what from me?” He goads.

He’s teasing you, you realize. The embarrassment of this older man making you beg for him pushed the tears over, falling softly onto the desk below you.

“Want you!! I want your cock- Sir, please!” You manage to cry out, but not before feeling inferior under the wrath of his brutality. You were overwhelmed with pain and pleasure; your mind had thoughts of only one thing: Kishibe’s cock.

“If you insist…”

The tip of his shaft runs up and down your wet folds- he coats himself in your juice before stopping at your clit. Circling your little bundle of nerves, he notices how swollen it's become from your prior orgasm. He can’t wait to have you crying for him.

Kishibe had big plans for his little woman. He was not only going to make you great- but make you his completely. He wanted you drunk on his cock; wanted you to cry out for him every night. From here on out, you would be molded to the shape of his shaft.

Bringing his cock towards your entrance, the older man teases your hole. Pressing his tip in and out, keeping it shallow enough for you to become frustrated.

“Please Master! I need it- I need your cum…” you cry out softly, desperate for stimulation.

You were a mess before him, having no idea what you just signed yourself up for.

“Oi Kid, don’t worry…” He smiles down at you. “You’ll get my load and more…”

His hips slam against yours in one movement, sinking his cock into your cunt all at once.

You scream- It’s too much. You didn’t expect him to go down to the hilt in one thrust.

Kishibe was no small man- his body practically towered over yours, and he had a penis to match. He was huge…

Your cunt stretched around him, filling you up as he pushed against your cervix.

“Fuck!” you cry out, the tears spilling down your cheeks rapidly. “It’s too much! I can’t take it…”

“Oh you can,” he responds to your pleas. “You can and you will.”

His next movements match his demanding tone. He’s swift as he pulls out of your pussy only to sink back in. You continue to cry out for him to slow down...

Suddenly, he shifts and thrusts up. His hips push against that rough part inside of you and have your vision going white.

Your cries quickly turn into moans of pleasure as his shaft rubs against it. He knows he’s just found your sweet spot.

With a smirk, he drives himself up into your cunt. Slamming himself inside of you over and over again. He fucks you on his desk as if you were the last woman in the world.

Soft cries fall from your lips as you mumble about how much you love it, how much you want his cum inside of you.

He barely hears what you’re saying over the slapping sounds of his hips meeting your backside, the squelching sounds of your wet cunt quivering around his hard cock.

“Fuck- Kid, you’re gonna make me fucking cum soon.” He says, not being able to hold back his strength.

He drives into you hard and fast, relishing the way your warm walls welcome his hard shaft. The grip he has on your hips is solid as he sets a brutal pace.

“Fucking do it- please, cum in me! I’ll do anything,” you beg him, reminding him of his original deal. “I’ll do anything please, cum in me- I want to be strong!”

“Oh you’ll be the strongest, Kid…I’ll fucking bathe you in my seed.”

“Fuck… please.. Fill me up, I’ll let you cum as much as you want…”

Your last statement seemed to seal the deal with Kishibe. You rocked back against his thrusting hips, meeting his body with equal excitement and endeavor.

“Shit, I-I’m gonna cum…” he manages to growl out.

His pace begins to get sloppy as he feels himself come undone. With one final thrust, Kishibe buries himself inside of your waiting cunt. He fills you with his seed- coating your insides with hot cum.

Swaying against him, you milk his cock with all that you can. Squeezing around him tightly, you make sure to try and collect every drop he gives you, putting on a show with your hip movements. He filled you deliciously, your insides felt hot and full.

All he can do is groan as you take control- he was completely fucked out and absolutely mesmorized by your little winking asshole below him. He stared down at it as you continued to drain him.

Oh he had plans for that, too. You were to be his in all ways after this.

After a few moments, you feel him remove himself from your body. With his weight gone, you could feel yourself drip in his release and knew he was watching.

Kishibe couldn’t help himself as he found himself on the floor, sitting in the same position that he had been in to eat you out just moments before. With his thumbs once again separating the pussy lips of your swollen cunt, he looked directly into the deepest parts of you. The same parts that his cock was just buried in. He couldn’t help his lewd thoughts as he realized he was getting hard once more.

You let him watch your hole leak onto the floor in submission… You realize that you’d let him do just about anything at this point, loving the way you felt under his demanding gaze.

“Master…” you whisper out, not too sure what you were asking for.

“Shhh…” he says, voice hushed. “I’m about to make you a very strong Devil Hunter.”

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[shamrockqueen]

Father figure

Pairing : Best Friend’s Dad Bucky x Reader

Warnings : Angst, Bad friends, Older man younger woman Dynamic, (age references removed and reader is recounting it as an adult)

Word count : 2167

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Chapter 1 link

Chapter 2

Things stayed quiet, but at least they kind of got better. It had been a week or two since you’d welcomed Becky and her family back into your life.

A pounding at your window around 12pm woke you from an already uncomfortable sleep. You looked over at the drawn curtains, waiting for the sound again.

A *Knock knock knock* at the window of your ground-floor bedroom.

You pushed out of bed, readjusting your messy t-shirt and shorts as you groggily walked to the curtains. You weren’t surprised to see Becky on the other side of the glass, her dark hair nearly blending in with the night.

She didn’t look very happy, and her frustration was even more evident when she tried to jerk open the locked window. It wasn’t a new sight to see an angry Becky trying to force her way into your room, a popular choice of hers for when she had been out doing something she shouldn’t have and needed a place to hide before absconding by midnight.

"Open up!" You could hear her through the glass before you finally unlocked the window and pulled it up, and she immediately crawled past you.

"You can’t be yelling this late at night; you're gonna to wake my mom up."

"Whatever!" She stomped towards your bed before throwing herself onto it and grappling at one of your teddy bears.

You have a huff before shutting the window and locking it again.

"What’s wrong?" You slumped back onto the other side of the bed as you tried to find what made her mad this time.

"It doesn’t fuckin matter." A classic Becky move, but you’d played this game before, and with enough prying, you’d get her to talk instead of sulking into one of your old teddy bears.

"Clearly it mattered to you because you were here at almost 1 in the morning instead of asleep."

"Shut up!" She turned and tossed the bear at you, clearly choosing to act more like a child than her actual age.

"Keep your voice down. You wake my mom up, and she’s gonna kick you out again." You seethed before throwing the stuffed animal back at her, only to miss and hit the wall beside the bed.

Becky dropped her arms from above her head to her sides, hitting the bed with a thump. "Everything’s just so stupid; it fucking sucks." She grumbled, but at least she made an effort to keep her voice down.

"What happened?" You ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes as you wait for an answer.

"I called my mom today." She answered meekly. Conversations with her mom often brought out the worst in her, making it unsurprising that she’d snuck out to blow off steam.

"What’d she say?" You asked worriedly, not waking to try to break the already weak foundation that Becky stood on.

"She said I couldn’t visit her this summer. She said that she and STUPID Mason and their STUPID kids already planned their vacation, and that she can’t just change her plans at the drop of a hat because I want her to."

You just laid beside her, silent in the dark, as a sob cut through the air, and you turned to see streaks of tears training down her face. Becky had such a complicated relationship with her mom, especially when she often thought she had to compete with a new family.

"Why do you want to visit her anyway? You hate the twins, and you hate your stepdad." You say this quietly as you sit up to look at your friend. "Every time you visit, you call me to tell me how snotty they are and how crappy they treat you."

He huffed a small laugh before answering, "I know, but…it’s just that she doesn’t call anymore. She doesn’t visit. She doesn't care." She hugged the pillow as her voice grew weaker.

"That can’t be true; all moms have to care at least a little. I mean, you're her kid; she can’t just forget about you." You always tried to reassure her, but her face just continued to fall.

"It feels like she’s trying to."

"You still have your dad." Your words rang in your ears just as you said them. The memory of that night is still heavy in your mind. Just the way his psyche must have shattered to propel him to do what he did made you shudder a little.

"There’s something wrong with him." Every word added a little more weight to your heavy heart as she spoke. You feared how much she really knew and who she would be mad at the most.

"What do you mean?" You didn’t turn to look at her as you spoke, not wanting her to catch a glimpse of guilt in your eyes, even in the dark.

"He’s just been acting really off lately, like…he won’t talk to me, and it just feels like he’s trying to avoid me now. Ever since that party, he’s just shut off."

You could feel your stomach knowing together as she spoke. You have a very good idea why he’s acting so uncomfortably, but it’s not something you could tell her.

"He just doesn’t want to see you get like that. I mean, he is your dad; stuff like that is going to upset him."

"It’s not the same. He’s never been this upset before. It’s like he’s shut down or something." Her eyes start to tear up as she continues, "Maybe this time I finally made him snap."

"No way. It just has to be a lot of stress on him."

"I don’t know. Something’s just wrong."

The crack in your nerves deepened painfully as she spoke. You knew very well what was wrong and why. Something was wrong, very wrong, and there was nothing you could do to fix it now. You just stared out at the ceiling, waiting for her to talk again.

Instead, she seemed to nod off before you found the ability to even find sleep. No, you were still so shaken by the new knowledge you had found that you lay there motionless instead.

A small light lit up beside you. A notification beaming out into your room from where Becky’s phone sat on your charger.

You leaned out of bed as your eyes adjusted to the new source of light to see Mr. Barnes’ picture blink across the screen as the silent call fell to Becky’s voicemail.

You look back at her and then back at the phone, just tapping the screen to see the number of messages her father left her.

She sneaks out a lot, but she more than often ends up sleeping off her night on your bedroom floor. This gave Mr. Barnes at least some peace of mind not to go running out into the night for his daughter, but he was still her father and had desperately tried reaching out to Becky.

The first few times Becky had snuck out, it had caused a lot of trouble, and he’d come speeding through the neighborhood trying to find her.

Now, he could easily drive by and spot her bike propped up against your mailbox, giving him some peace of mind to at least know she was somewhere safe.

You let her phone screen fade before letting your eyes readjust to the dark to find your phone next to hers. You unlock it and tap on your contacts icon to dig up her father’s number.

His contact photo lights up the screen. A happy photo from when he’d taken you and Becky out to see Jurassic Park. An undone blue button-up, a white tank top, and a pair of shades making him seem so much more striking than he was before. Even the loose bun that held together his once shoulder-length hair brought new definition to his smiling face; it made it seem like more and more of a shame that he’d since cut it short.

Shaking the thought away, you tuck your phone to your side before looking back at the still-sleeping Becky and slipping out of bed and snuck towards the door. Becky still snored on the other side of the room as you ducked into the hall and towards the bathroom.

The hallway is just as dark and more eerily quiet as you looked over at your mother’s room, which sat only a few feet in the other direction. You let your eyes fall on to the lightly colored wood, turned to a gray hue under the heavy blanket at night.

You quietly and carefully cross through to the bathroom before letting yourself lean onto the sink to take a quick and nervous breath. You pulled your phone from where you kept it clasped to your chest and tapped in your password to open it again. His picture lights up the screen once again before your thumb slides over the call button.

You held it to your ear as it rang for a spell. Each extra ring made your heart beat just a little slower as you waited for him to pick up the phone.

When the voicemail popped up, a heavy breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding onto escaped past your lips, and your heart sank into your stomach.

You ended the call without leaving a message, and you just leaned there before sitting back heavily onto the shaggy cloth toilet seat cover.

You took a few seconds before opening the phone back up and clicking the call button again.

The phone rang once, then twice…then it stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of the other line being handled before a familiar voice filled the phone.

"Hey. Sorry, I uh…missed your call." You heard him take a deep breath before continuing with, "Is everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I just wanted to let you know Becky’s here. She’s still asleep right now." You spoke in a whisper, making sure not to wake up anyone in the house.

"Oh, thank God. How long has she been there?"

"I think she came straight over. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner."

"No, it's fine. Thank you for letting me know." His voice didn’t seem fully relieved before he continued with, "D-did she tell you why she left?"

It was a question he hadn’t asked you before. He’d long since lost hope in understanding his daughter's misbehavior, but something in his voice seemed more fearful than before.

"I…um…just some drama with her mom, and…she." You almost couldn’t get the last few words out, as they choked up in your throat.

You stared at the tiled floor beneath your feet before finally finishing your sentence. "And she said that something seemed off. That you didn’t seem like yourself, I guess."

You could hear him swallow over the phone, taking a deep breath afterward before leaving an air of silence over the call.

"I am so sorry." He spoke so quietly that it almost couldn’t be heard over the phone. His voice was broken; it was so painful to hear it.

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Your throat seemed to just close up as your fingers tightened around the phone until it shook a little in your hand.

"I…I can try to get her home after school tomorrow, Mr. Barnes." It’s all you could think to say. Anything to avoid discussing what had happened, how it had made you feel, and what the consequences would be.

"That would be a great help, but I can take care of it. Thank you." There was still something off with his voice, like a deep crack forming on what was once unbreakable glass. "Just make sure she gets to school, alright?"

"Yes sir."

"Thank you; now just get some sleep, ok sweetheart?"

The term of endearment made your heavy heart flutter for a single second before you answered, "Okay, goodnight, sir." And the call ended with a quick click.

You hold your phone back to your chest as you take a shallow breath, remembering all that had transpired between you and Mr. Barnes. The memory still made you feel an odd but warm sensation along your body, as well as a deep ache at the thought of the same memory causing him misfortune.

A knock at the bathroom door startled you. Making you jump back and hit the tiled wall with the back of your head.

You panic and flush the empty toilet beside you, trying to create an alibi and not wanting either person in the house to know about your phone call.

You quickly tuck your phone into your shorts pocket, switch on the sink, and start washing your hands.

"Hurry up." Becky’s voice through the door made the terrible feeling in your stomach curdle even further.

Finally, you open the door to Becky’s tired face before she pushes past you with a grunted "gotta pee."

You speedily walk back to the bedroom as the bathroom door clicks shut behind her.

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[sessakag]

Hokage-sama Summary

As requested by @wickermayne This is a small summary or rather idea outline, of my WIP file Hokage-sama from the WIP Name Game

Hinata Hyuuga is an ordinary citizen of Konoha and she either gets a paper pushing job at the Hokage Tower or meets Hokage Naruto (not sure how) for the first time in her life- I still haven't made up my mind which scenario I want to go with. Anyway, they meet each other late in the evening, hit it off and Hinata gets the night of her life with Hokage-sama, and that leads to a series of secret trysts since Naruto banging a civilian, especially one so much younger than him would be bad press in a time where he's been getting a lot of bad press.

This is a one-shot, maybe two-shot at the most 🤔 smut fic featuring a older man/younger woman theme that probably could be a whole fic, but come on, I think I got enough WIPs floating around lmao.

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[bunny-hoodlum]

A Girl Should Never Be Without a Father - CH 2

Rated E

NaruHina | Older Man/Younger Woman

It's not getting any lighter or softer. Go figure. 🤭

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[liliesdiary]

My eyes are wide like cherry pies, I got sweet taste for men who are older

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[slytherinmischief]

His Godly Big Hands

Story written by; @aesonmae, and @anukulee

        From the moment y/n had come home, it had been clear it had been a long day. As she nearly collapsed on the couch upon entrance to their shared apartment. Only rousing from her spot upon hearing the familiar sound of chopping coming from the kitchen, to see the familiar sight of Loki, his black hair tied up into a neat man bun, as he was cutting some vegetables, for that night's dinner, which looked to be soup. A sight she was very much pleased to see, only making the apartment even more welcoming. Given the long day she had just had, yet despite this he still do things like this for her especially on every long day. Something that one wouldn't expect from Loki to do, especially for a mere midgardian, yet here y/n found herself being the one just lucky enough to be loved by him. As on long days such as today, he would take care of her, sometimes he would shower her himself, feed her, and eventually he would lay down with her head on his chest just listening about her day until they drift off.

        She had gotten so distracted by the precise movement of his hand's that she had nearly forgotten he was even there. Despite his clear gaze on here. Eye drinking her in as they always did, for him, she was his one and only goddess, one to be worshiped, especially on days such as this. Yet despite this his remark still startled her.  “Do I?.. I really don’t understand what could be attractive about hands” Loki said, with a slight pause in his godly voice, alongside a small smile itching from his features, and if he wasn't so attractive she swore she would punch him. Alas he was, so rather then do this, she allowed him to continue to speak, even responding to him. 

        “Well, it’s a big hand, tall slender fingers, with neat nails, that’s the definition of perfection", she said, trying her best to piece together what exactly she found alluring about his hands. Yet most of it coming out in small stutters, despite her long term relationship with him. 

        These words only seemed to further encourage him, as the once small smile that he had now grew into more of a smirk. "Ooh, attractive hmm," Loki remarked with a pause, before continuing. "And do you like it," he asked, now setting down his knives, once he finished scrapping the vegetables into the pot and leaving them to simmer. Slowly he began to make his way towards her, with every step he took, she took once back. Until finally her  back now was to the kitchen island, his hand's finding their way to both of her sides, trapping her against the island.

        “Yes…you know very well what it does,” she stuttered meekly trying to hold the eye contact.

        This only seemed to further her boyfriend's smirk, as his eyes once soft and full of love began to cloud, now  piercing into hers, while still full of love were laced with lust.

        It was at moments like this, that she found him to be magnificent. To her everything about him was perfect, from head to toe. As she was reminded of moments, when he would have his head on her chest, with her ever pounding heart beating as he said, the words she always died for; ”I would die for you sweetling, I would do anything for you my princess. You are my goddess, and I will worship you for the rest of my ever lasting life, yet still it won’t be enough."

        Moments that she would often reflect on, as she wondered, where and how did she find him? How did she get so lucky, or at least lucky enough to nail someone as reclusive as Loki? She was only pulled back to reality when Loki tugged her hair gently yet firmly, to this she grasped softly. As his voice seemed to drop even further, going so far as to create a warm halo around her, yet a very sexy one. To her, his voice was like a symphony, always soothing, yet so hot at the same time. His next words only proving that very point, as he continued to leave touches on her. "Do you like it when my tall slender fingers do this?”

        “What do you think," she asked, her voice almost whimpering, especially from those touches he was giving her. 

        “Oh dear, don’t answer my question with a question you know that I don’t like it pet."

        “I do like that, yes,” y/n stuttered, words starting to become jumbled with every touch he gave her. Until finally his hands began to linger lower and lower, until he was cupping her ass.

        “And do you like it when my big hands do this," he asked, giving her ass a firm squeeze. Slowly she nodded in the best way she could, trying to stop the ever beating pace of her heart, slowly tilting her head forward.

        In response to this, he tugged more, almost massacring her ass beneath his hands, all while gazing fiercely into her eyes. “Use your words, sweetling," he insisted, smirk still etched upon his face, clearly enjoying the torment he was giving her.

        "Yes," she barely allow to grasp from her lips, as she continued to feel the effects of his hands on her. 

        To this he smile at her, for usually she was such a strong, fierce, and one of the most stubborn people he knew. She being the very definition of I can do it. Yet at moments like this, he was reminded of her other side, as only he could make her into this puddle. A puddle that he loved, for as much as he knew she loved to be in control, despite her very nature at the moment. As she found herself surrendering completely to him, as always. Leaving him was so torn between whether to continue tormenting her, or show her how much he loved by bringing his bewitching strong woman into a fiercely loving kiss. For at moments like this even he could find it hard to choose, through no matter what he choose he knew this was only the beginning. 

        Yet rather then deny her, he couldn't seem to want to anything, but kiss her sweet lips because how could a person avoid such a divine lips? To him it was almost like asking how could a person avoid such divine temptation. Thus with this thought in mind, he kissed her. A loving strong kiss full of nothing, but intense emotions laced with love, passion, devotion, pleasure, and amorous.

        For it was at moments such as this that he was reminded how love sick he was for her. Slowly he let go of her ass, in order to put his hands on her small back, bringing her closer to him. For he would never get enough of her, especially like this. All of it being made better when she moaned into his mouth causing him to he stop kissing her for a second just to allow them to breathe. His voice lowering to the volume of a seductive whisper, almost as if he was about to graze it near her ear. "I would never get enough of kissing you, for you are divine in every way," he declared with a content sigh. 

        To this she smiled, and even teared up a bit. She would never get used to this. With him always calling her such a sweet loving words, yet every time she couldn’t help but tear up each time. For her entire life, and even through out this relationship she wondered how could a person love her this way? She was never loved this way before. As with words like this he was quickly becoming her whole world. Slowly she cupped his face, as she proceeded to peck his lips multiple times.

        A small smile of his own grazed his face, his eyes full of loving. "As much as I would love to do nothing but kiss you, you are tired and need to eat, so why don't you shower, while i finish our dinner?”

        To this she let out a clearly disappointing sigh, wanting far more then a few passionate kisses exchanged. "Awww, you are such a sweet boy for me aren't you?"

        Rather then protest like most men would he instead matched her smirk, for just as she was his sweet goddess, he was her sweet boy. She kissed his cheeks one by one and proceeded to go to the bathroom. Through not without him giving her a gentle smack on his ass, on her way. As she busied herself with her shower, he was managing to do whatever he could to get the food done, and even prepare their table. Yet the moment she walked into the kitchen towel hugging her figure, he couldn't help but say something more.

        "Can we make a little change to the routine today?"

        "Oh and what that might be," she asked, as slowly a blush began to cloud her godly boyfriend's face.

        "I want to make love to you, and I was wondering if during it you could tell all about your day?"

        "I was going to do that anyways," she remarked, a little confused by what he meant.

        "I meant saying of this while I am worshiping you. Is that okay, my goddess" he asked his usual confident voice stuttering while doing so, yet rather then discourage this she did something else. 

        To this, she laughed a sweet laugh at him, her own smile started to appear on her face. “Yes, of course we can my god," she said, before bringing him into a kiss, as soon that towel ended up on the floor, and those big hands were put to much use. After all what was her life without his big hands?

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