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rodolfoparras · 8 days

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Thinking about being the second option’s second option.

Pairing: Male Character x Top Male reader

cw: 18+, power dynamics, age gaps, blowjobs, riding, dom!male reader, sub!male character, unrequited love, love triangles, jealousy, possessiveness

You wouldn’t otherwise be on his radar, maybe you were much younger than him, maybe he was your superior and you his subordinates and anything beyond a professional relationship would be highly inappropriate or maybe you just weren’t his type.

But God you had tried to approach him and many times at a - a subtle comment here and there that could mean more if he just followed up on it, a longing gaze or a light touch that he promptly ignored or played off, you’d even mustered up the courage to fess up your feelings one time only to get rejected immediately.

He was interested in someone else, or at least that’s what he had said when you confessed and that had been enough for you to completely back off.

A week later or so and you saw him with that very same someone in tow. However you’d quickly realized he’d been tasked with patching up wounds he himself didn’t cause because it was so blatantly obvious that the person in question was in love with someone that wasn’t him. He’d been blind to see or didn’t want to see and even though you had in mind to tell him you’d stuck to the promise you made yourself, and stayed away from him.

However it hadn’t been long before you’d been assigned the very same task- patching up wounds you didn’t cause for the man that had rejected you once.

He showed up with tears in his eyes and a couple of drinks in his system begging you to make him forget. You rejected him at the spot told him to come back when his lips didn’t taste like gin and tonic.

You didn’t think he would come back but he did and soon you had your all too good superior down on his knees, warm wet mouth eagerly sucking you in like he’s been waiting for this opportunity

But you weren’t easily fooled you knew the eagerness wasn’t for you.

Although his eyes were locked with yours you could see the distant look on his face, clearly imagining someone else in your place but none of that mattered not when his lips were stretched taut around your cock, not when he’s got his nose buried in your sweat damp fringe of curls and your cockhead is hitting the back of his throat, and not when you could taste yourself on his mouth when you finally slotted your lips together

But it didn’t end there because he’d continue to show up whenever the wounds reopened which was rather often. Not that you minded , not when you had the older man bent in ways that had all the joints in his body aching in protest, one hand fisting his salt and pepper hair the other clawing the sheets while fucking himself harder, deeper onto your dick

Harder faster more please he sobs into the sheets, a name that isn’t your own neatly tucked in between the begs and pleas, eyes squeezed shut as if he’s imagining someone else in front of him

But you couldn’t care less not when you’re the one who gets to feel his walls clenching down onto your dick, not when you’re the one who gets to lick the tears away from his cheek not when you’re the reason he’s cumming in such way he hasn’t done in years.

And while you lay there wrapped up in white sheets basking in the afterglow of your release, you watch the way he hastily puts the clothes back on his body, ever so determined not to spend the night.

You were no fool, you knew what type of relationship you had, you were just here to patch up his wounds and nothing more than that.

Besides you were nowhere near his type at least if you were to compare yourself to the men he approached at bars yet you were the one to have the bigger man pinned beneath your frame, strong body bent in half and practically skewed onto your cock, deep baritone voice reduced to wails and whines as he begs and pleads for you to let him cum.

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ayjaydraws · 2 months

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Bernd Das Brot (Bernd The Bread) - KiKA Nightloop - "Bernd In Hell" ENG SUB (FULL)

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As far as I know this night loop hasn't been subtitled anywhere yet. It is the second one in the series and also the first one to feature the white void format!

This one might only be interesting to people who are interested in the history of this bread since the loop itself is quite long-winded with not much happing except Bernd going insane. But it is the origin of the "Bernd can't leave the screen" running gag.

tagging @randomy-chan because we made a pact

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buckybabieboy · 1 year

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You’re five are so good!! EXACTLY what I’ve been looking for!!! I just read your list of headcanons and I would LOVE a full length fic about what happened the first time he got overstimulated and used his safe word (and all of that lovely aftercare that followed). If you have time of course, no pressure!

I'M BACK!!!!! and you are so sweet babie, made me smile🥹. thx for your request and I hope you like ur fic <3

Plum. (Pt. 1)

⚠️TW: (please read!): SO MUCH NSFW!!! LIKE 2 AND 1/2 ROUNDS LMAO, sub!inexperienced!bucky, dom!fem!reader, a little bit of a mean!reader, thigh riding!!, overstimulation(m!receiving), unprotected p in v sex, mentions of subspace, mommy/mama kink, use of “y/n”, bucky calls you "babe" once or twice, use of safeword, TONS of aftercare <3

☁️Summary: After a bad day outside and an incident with Bucky, you catch an inexperienced!bucky pathetically humping your pillow. Your sadistic thoughts cause you to get carried away. Bucky's up to it at first, just wanting you to make him feel good. But as the night goes on he begins to realize he was in over his head. (Bucky’s first time being overstimulated and uses safeword!!)

📝 Important A/N!!: I exceeded my character limit (lol). I had to divide this whole fic into two parts, so pls stay tuned for part 2 (dropping soon)! Part 2 will be where the actual overstimulation takes place. Also I added thigh riding because it just made the whole plot imo😩. THERE IS SO MUCH FUCKING DETAIL IN HERE I LOWKEY OVERDID IT LMAOOOO

Traffic is the bane of your existence. You’re usually a very patient person, but when you’re stuck behind ten cars and a red light that just won’t seem to turn green, your patience suddenly becomes none.

There were a million things you wanted to accomplish before the day was finished. Your laundry and Bucky's still needed to be washed, and no matter how many times you reminded Bucky how the washing machine worked, he would continue to give you that bewildered and helpless face, leaving you to do it by yourself. On top of that, you left the apartment a mess. You secretly hope Bucky cleaned around the house while you were gone, though you weren’t counting on it.

Horns blow from different cars amongst the street, as if that would speed the agonizing waiting process up. You let out a huge sigh of relief when the light turns green, finally making your turn to your apartment complex. Once you’ve parked the car, you trudge your way to the apartment. Before unlocking the door, you make an effort to collect yourself so you don’t take you anger out on Bucky.

You can’t stop yourself from letting out another sigh in relief; you were finally home from your long and rough day outside. And to your surprise, the apartment is now squeaky clean. The floor had been swept and vacuumed, and was shined from being mopped. Dropping your purse on the kitchen counter, you kick of your shoes and let your hair down from the tight ponytail it’s been in all day.

“Bucky, I’m home!” You call out as you scavenge the pantry for a snack. Not even a second later, footsteps were coming towards you, and before you can even open your bag of chips, Bucky has dashed to your side and was holding you tight in his arms.

“y/n, your back!”

“hey, Jamie!” You plaster on a smile, trying to reciprocate his energy. His face is still buried in your neck, his hands tangled in your hair.

“missed you.” Bucky whines as he inhales the scent of your perfume. “why’d you have to leave me every day?”

Bucky was clinging to you as if he hadn’t seen you in years. His clinginess was undoubtedly caused because of Steve. He hadn’t been the same since he left, and you understood this better than anyone. You try to relax in his embrace, and allow him to hold you for as long as he needed.

“I'm not even gone for that long, Bucky.” You giggle as you try to enjoy the one good part of your day. “c’mon, let me get changed. I’m tired and had a really rough day.” You whisper to him softly. He nods and begins to free you from his arms.

“ow!” You wail suddenly, scrunching your face in pain. Multiple strands of hair had gotten caught on Bucky’s vibranium arm.

“sorry! let me just-” Bucky tries to disconnect your hair from his fingers, but only makes the situation worse by tangling them deeper towards your scalp.

“Bucky, just stop it!”

You drop your unopened bag of chips on the counter before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bathroom mirror. You begin untangling his fingers from your hair slowly, letting out a wince every so often, but finally managing to free his metal fingers from your hair.

“Y/n, didn’t meant to-”

“s’fine. just gonna brush my hair now.” You exhale before grabbing the brush and detangling your hair. Although you’d never show it to your very oblivious Bucky, this was your last straw today. You slam the bathroom door in his face in a fit of anger. Ignoring how badly you immediately felt afterwards, you attempt to calm yourself down.

“It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault. It’s not his fault.” You tell yourself as you struggle to comb out the knots in your hair. After you finished with your hair and wash up, you quickly pass through the bedroom, catching a quick glance at Bucky before you pass. He’s sound asleep on the bed, sprawled out like a dog on your sheets. Clad in only briefs, his pale and plush thighs were exposed just for you to see.

Trying to stop your mind from wandering into other places, you decide to use this time for yourself to forget about the unfortunate day you’ve had. Without another thought, you throw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and turn on some Adult-Swim, doing your best to cloud your mind.

You must’ve been there for over an hour, because before you knew it, it was already 8:00 pm. A yawn escapes from your throat as you clean up and head to your bedroom.

You’re about to open the door when you hear what sounds like faint moans coming from the other side, along with rhythmic creaks from the bed.

As you lean your ear against the door and listen for Bucky's pitiful whimpers, filthy and nasty thoughts start to flood your mind. You open the door a crack, just enough to see Bucky frantically rutting his bare cock against your pillow, which cemented your suspicions. The sight was truly pathetic. His boxer briefs were slung around his ankles, and his brown hair clung to his sweaty forehead. He continues to fuck your pillow without noticing you, obviously too concentrated on trying to cum.

You enjoyed your Adult-Swim, but this, this was a show for you. A sight for your extremely sore eyes. You were honestly at a crossroads here, almost not wanting to intervene. Just let him fuck himself on the pillow you sleep on every night, even though he obviously didn’t know what he was doing. His movements were sloppy and lazy, indicating that he’d been at this for a while.

“dammit!” He whines as he falls lip onto your pillow, finally giving up. He continues to whine and whimper into it, still grinding ever so slightly onto the sheets. You watch him closely, noticing how desperate he looks, exhausted and frustrated because he just couldn’t seem to make himself cum.

“awh…poor baby.” You interrupt as you open the door and enter the room. Bucky immediately stops his movements and stares at you like a deer in headlights. “couldn’t do it by yourself?”

“tryin…” Bucky whines, head faced down at his painfully hard cock which was twitching against your pillow. “shit… just can’t do it like you can, babe..”

Bucky picks his subtle but noticeable thrust against your pillow again, looking at you with teary eyes. You slowly make your way to the bed and grab his face with both hands and kiss his plush lips. His big blue eyes look up at you as he gives you a meek smile.

You give him one more kiss. “I’ll bet I could do a better job than this pillow, don’t ya think?”

Bucky nods in agreement, immediately throwing the pillow to the side and kicking off his briefs as you settle yourself on the bed and against the headboard. Bucky stares at you with anticipation, waiting for you to tell him what to do next. With two flicks of your pointer and middle finger, he’s crawled to your side in an instant.

“on my lap, lovie.” Your sultry voice commands, and Bucky does exactly what you tell him. His plush thighs have settled against both sides of your left thigh, and he settles his bum on your lap.

You graze your fingers lightly up and down his red and stiff cock, causing a breathy whine escape his throat.

“m-mommy, please don’t tease me like that… been w-waiting f’you all day…” Bucky whimpers shakily, hips bucking up at your movements. “hah- n-need more!”

A smirk creeps it’s way onto your face. He was so fucking adorable when he’s begging you to make him feel good. So adorable that you couldn’t help but tease him a little before giving him what he wants.

“how bad, hm?” You tease, fingertips dragging down to his balls, giving them a tight and sudden squeeze. Bucky’s mouth falls agape, and his eyebrows furrow upwards as he yelps at the sudden sensation.

“s-so bad, f-fuck!” His voice only gets whinier after your taunting.

“hmm… I don’t think you want it bad enough, darlin.”

Bucky watches your face with watery eyes, noticing your sadistic smile never disappear.

“n-no! please babe, want it- need it so bad!” He bucks his hips towards you, desperately searching for any sort of friction. His cock pulses under your fingertips, which are still softly grazing it up and down. Your face remains cold and unamused, as if his tears weren’t enough to convince you.

Bucky shakily takes your fingers, rubbing them on the tip of his cock, gathering as much precum he can with your fingers.

“s-see? d'you see, mama? l-leakin' so much for you. jus' gimme somethin', anythin' please...”

You knew you were being cruel by making him wait this long, but he looked so pretty begging for you to make him cum. The fact that he only depended on you to make him orgasm made your pussy throb. And as he so pathetically told you before, he just couldn’t do it like you can. He definitely didn’t have half the sexual experience you did, and still couldn’t even jerk himself off enough to get himself to cum.

“and what if it’s too much f’you? don't want you to get overwhelmed.” You question, placing your hands on both of hips, receiving a pleading look from Bucky.

“I asked you a question, Jamie.” You shoot him an alluring and voluptuous look with wide eyes, but Bucky just couldn’t meet your gaze. His eyes were shut closed, his face contorted in desperation.

“hah- d-don’t care… just do somethin’- nngh!”

Bucky starts, but interrupts himself with a pathetic whimper when he feels you grip harder onto his hips, slightly nudging them back and forth. His cock twitches as all of his pre-cum leaks onto your bare thigh, creating a slick and pleasurable mess for him to fuck himself on.

“a-ah, f-fuuckk…” a long whine makes its way from Bucky’s throat, his eyes rolled back. “please, mommy… can’t keep doin' this to me…”

“you wanna cum?”

He immediately nods his head up and down.

“go ahead then, pretty boy. fuck yourself against mommy's thigh.”

“wha..? n-no I-I can’t-”

“It’s my thigh or nothin’ Jamie.”

Bucky remains quiet for a little while but softly nods his head in agreeance.

You release your hold on his hips, curious to see how he will do on his own. Bucky starts to frantically rutt up against your thigh. His lack of rhythm causes you to think back to how you found him earlier. Your helpless little baby was in too much of a hurry to cum to get himself there.

“goddamit, I-” Bucky whimpers as his movements come to a stop and he punches the bed in defeat. “I don’t know how… please show me…”

Tears are streaming down his cheeks as he does his absolute best not to make eye contact with you. It was humiliating enough to have to ask you to make him cum.

Finally deciding to have some mercy, you begin to rock his hips back and forth, slow and steady against your thigh.

“ha-d-don’t stop, please…” His eyes are rolled back, little grunts escaping from his pink, parted lips. His metal hand holds onto your shoulder while the flesh one grips harshly onto the white bed sheets.

“you look so pretty fucking yourself on my thigh, baby. that’s it…keep goin’, don’t stop…"You coo at Bucky, who continues to desperately go at it on your thigh. Once he’s found rhythm, you let go of his hips and watch him.

Your praises must have motivated him some more, because his thrusts increased in speed, causing the whole bed to rock in unison to his frantic movements. His dog tags do the same, clashing into each other and swaying in tune with him.

The way Bucky's cock twitches and pulses against you is almost as if it is pleading for release. Even though it feels incredible, being inside of yourself will always be superior. The comforting, smooth feeling of your walls is unrivaled by anything. However, he keeps rutting against you in an attempt to get the relief he has been chasing all day.

Bucky’s grunts and pants above you. The sounds coming from him become more high-pitched with each jerk of his hips. The feeling of his warm pre-cum against the smooth skin of your thigh was driving his aching cock insane. He was so desperate for release—and he was almost there. Almost about to cum all over you. But his thighs were burning in pain.

“oh, fuck! I can’t, p-please, mama! please help me, I’m almost there!” Bucky cries, tears streaming down his extremely flushed cheeks.

His thighs tremble and spasm, his movements slowing down. He couldn’t do it anymore. Your baby had been at this for hours before you found him; it was only a matter of time before he would become completely exhausted. Your supersoldier definitely had super strength, but there were certain things he just couldn’t do by himself.

Such a poor little baby.

You latch your hands onto his hips again, more than willing to help your baby boy. With a slight nudge backwards and forwards, Bucky becomes a whining mess, his hips stuttering under your hands as you guide him closer to his orgasm. He thrusts frantically against your thigh, but this time in a perfect rhythm of back and forth movements (he has you to thank for that).

“good boy, Jamie. almost there, you can do it, baby.” Your words come out soft and smooth, coaxing him even further. He pants and whimpers through gritted teeth, muttering an almost incoherent string of curses.

“a-ah, shit-please… lemme cum, please lemme cum! m’ so close, so fucking close!”

You hum in response.

"go ahead, baby, you've been such a good boy for me."

A fraction of a second later, Bucky throws his head back, violently spasming on your lap. Loads of his white cum spurt out all over your leg as he cries out pathetically for you. His large, veiny hands desperately grab at the sheets, as his eyes roll back in pleasure. The veins in his cock are more than prominently bulging as it twitches and pulsates up and down against your now cum-coated thigh.

You watch him intently. His eyes have closed shut, and his heavy panting causes his loose brown hair to blow up with each breath. A few moments later, he falls limp against your chest.

"you okay, Buck?"

Bucky swallows for a moment, then contiunes to pant heavily. You fawn over his cuteness.

"answer me, baby boy. mommy asked you a question."

He softly nods his head against your chest.

"good," you reply with a whisper. "'cause I know you can give me another one."

STAY TUNED FOR PT. 2!!!

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romana-after-dark · 5 days

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Blessed be the Fruit: Finale, part 1

Commander!Joel Miller x Handmaid!Reader

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Summary: Joel takes you somewhere different, meeting Tommy there

Content and Warnings: DARK JOEL! DUB CON! (stressing the dub con again this chapter)

Although no violent rape happens like in TWW, reader is under systemic misogyny and a society of ritualized sex abuse. Everything other than the violent rape scenes, everything that happen in either The Handmaids Tale book or show are liable to happen here including but not limited to discussion of rape, child abuse, child marriage, ritualized sexual abuse, sexual abuse in general, acts of violence, major character deaths, mentions of miscarriage but never shown and never pregnancies we know of. Big ole homophobia warning, specifically in regards to lesbophobia. As for Joel, PIV sex, breeding kink, degrading (slut, whore etc but thing like Raider!joel) forced breeding and breeding kink, power dynamics, Joel is not the good guy but he’s also not the worst, slightly rough sex but not violent. Warnings are liable to be added as the story goes but I’ll always update. As always if I miss something please tell me, but i extensively label my warnings and in the end media consumption is your own choice. If you would like to know if this is a happy ending or not you can message me and I’ll tell you that way I don’t spoil for everyone but you can decide if this is for you.

Immersability: Reader has long hair, can conceive children theoretically.

Extra warnings: homophobia, pedophilia (nothing actually happens), David creepiness.

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You were stuck in the house on a rainy day, helping Lisa with the cookies for dinner tonight. Your head was swirling, memories of the last several nights making your thighs clench. You hadn’t seen Angela since the night you and her fucked 3 day ago, the heavy rain making the menial store runs not worth it for now. Couldn’t risk getting sick in case you were pregnant, now could you?

Would things change between you? Did this mean you were gay? You had no idea, you needed to see her, she was the only person you could trust with this. Joel hadn’t changed, continuing to fuck you last night, while the night before he taught Ellie. Ellie came before any for him.

She was upstairs right now with Riley and that made you even more nervous. You knew what they were doing, they weren’t subtle one bit. Ellie had no sense of self preservation, it seems. You decided to go upstairs to check on her, but quickly turned away when you heard the sound of kissing. Shit. They were loud. You didn’t want to interrupt them, feeling flustered and embarrassed by overhearing so you dash downstairs to try and see where Gina was, to make sure she wasn’t coming upstairs. It was there you saw Gina welcoming Bedford inside.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

“You can fetch Elizabeth from her room, Commander Bedford.” Gina spoke. “She’s up there with Mrs. Jones. They are such close friends, I do hope they can see each other often when she’s married.”

“Of course, Mrs. Miller. It’s so important for the wives to have close friendship to grow closer to god with each other and lean on those hard times.”

You needed to get to Ellie. You neede to warm her before she’s caught; you doubted even Joel could keep her and Riley off the wall.

“I can go get her, Mrs. Miller” You offer and move towards Ellie’s, room, but Gina catches your arm.

She narrows her eyes at you. “No, I think Commander Bedford has it, thank you OfJoel.”

You try to push past. “Really, it’s no-”

But you were shoved away, into the hall, her grip still firm on you, and nodding David Bedford away to the girls room.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Mrs. Miller, you need to let me go, you need to stop him.” You’re getting more frantic, trying to get out of her grip but her fingernails dug into your skin painfully. “Ellie, she-”

Gina’s face was sudden close to yours. “I know what her and Riley are doing, you little harlot, I’m getting her out of my face so she can stop embaressing me.”

She was trying to get Ellie and Riley killed?

“ELLIE!” You start to scream but Gina worked fast, shoving you out the door and locking it.

You didn’t think to much on what you did next. You were never getting out of Gilead alive, you were never going to see your son again. You didn’t even know if this would do anything… but Joel was gone, and only one person could help. Taking off, you run next door, not stopping to knock. “COMMANDER MILLER! COMMANDER MILLER!” You ony had the slightest sense to think he call him commander miller instead of Tommy.

Angela appeared around the corner, green eyes wide and wild. “OfJoel, what are you-”

“I need Tommy, emergency!”

Hearing his name, Tommy runs down the stairs. “What the hell is happening!”

“Gina brought Commander Bedford to the house” You grab him and start pulling him out the house as you explain, there was no time to waste. “She’s there with Riley, they’re kissing, I- I don’t know what else, but Gina, she said she was trynng to get Ellie caught!”

Tommy ran past you. “Fucking bitch! Angela, stay here-”

“No fucking way!”

But Tommy shot her a look. Never have you seen Angela fold for a man, and certainly not Tommy. She liked Tommy, but you didn’t take orders from men you pegged. Angela as told to get to his office and call Joel

You tell Tommy the door is locked, but he has a spare key and gets inside. You hear shouting upstairs and Tommy’s long legs are taking the steps three at a time to get to his niece but you lag behind, slowed in your stupid shoes.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM!”

Everyone was in the parlor.

A very terrified and wide eyed Ellie standing opposite of an equally scared Riley. Tommy stood by his niece and you, shouting at Gina. Commander Bedford stayed quiet, but his eyes were alert, carefully watching everyting and everyone. Luke and Lesa even lurked in the shadows, listening in.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” Joel’s booming voice broke into the house, dorm slamming shut with such a force, pictures shook on the walls.

“Dad!” Ellie ran across the rooms, passing David and Gina fearlessly now that her father was in the room. Joel took her quickly into a protective hug, turning her body away from the household, his broad width keeping her from view. “Are you okay, baby girl?”

She nodded. “Dad, I fucked up, I fucked up so bad-”

“Shhh, Ellie, it’s okay…” He stroked her hair that had fallen out, tucking it behind her ears. “I’m gonna protect you.” With Ellie trailing behind him, he grabbed Riley as well, pulling her away from Bedford. He knew exactly what Bedford was, and would not allow him near either girl. He locked eyes with Tommy.

Gina spoke first. “This is your fault, allowing her to just do whatever she wants, she’s spoiled-”

“Hush, woman! Will someone explain to me what happened.”

Finally, David spoke. “It seems I caught Miss Miller and Mrs. Jones in a rather… compromising position.”

Joel stood tall and powerful in front of the two teens. “I certainly don’t know to what you’re implying, Bedford, but I suggest you tread lightly, here.”

David stepped forward, and eerie calm in his voice and soft smile on his face. “Commander Miller, I assure I want this all sorted out as well but the fact of the matter is I saw Miss Miller and Mrs. Jones kissing. Not only is this gender betrayal, but it’s an affair for Mrs. Jones, an affair in which Miss Miller is complicit. This can get both of them killed or sent to the colonies.” The colonies were basically a death sentence.

“Neither of them” He spoke firmly, sure. “Are going to the wall or the colonies, Bedford. They are just kids.” When this didn’t work, he softened his tone to the negotiator. “C’mon, David. You were a teacher, you know these are just kids, they do stupid shit.”

He shakes his head. “Actions need to have consequences, Joel, you know this. Back then, we allowed this sort of thing to run rampant and we were punished by God, taking away our children.”

“Bullshit!” Tommy barked across the room. “If God was punishing us for anything, it’s for sicko’s like you touching little kids!” With long strides, Tommy walked over shouting at Bedford, but Joel put up a hand to stop him. He needed to negotiate.

“What do you want, David?”

He sighed, holding both his hands behind his back. “I think young Elizabeth’s problem-”

Joel’s face shifted into a warning glower. “Do not talk about my daughter-”

“Is that she is at marriage age, needs a husband to set her on the right path.”

Tommy scoffed. “And that man is you?”

“Yes, I think so. She’s a strong willed woman, could be a leader among the wives if she’s set on the right path. The bible does, in fact, teach in favour of strong women, despite what our enemies say.”

From behind Joel, Ellie steps out, brave now that she has two protectors. “Yeah? Like who?” She challenged, Joel trying to hush her but sighing. He knew he couldn’t.

But David was not phased. “Judith, Ruth, Esther, Mary Magdalen. You would know that if you paid attention to theology class instead of staring at my niece.”

“I would know that if you let me read the damn bible!” She took a few short step towards David as she screamed at him, the room erupting in commotion

“Ellie!” Gina shouted and began to stride toward her daughter she clearly held so much contempt for, but Tommy gripped her arm yanking her back, growling to stay growing at her to ‘stay the hell away’ from Ellie.

Joel’s eyes widened; swearing was being added to her list of offenses today, and ‘damn bible’ made it worse, as did an expression of desire to read. She was digging herself deeper. Riley tried to cull Ellie back in, but the only thing that stopped her was Joel’s strong arm around her pulling her back in. The only person remaining calm was David.

“Allow me to marry Elizabeth, and I’ll make sure she fulfills her potential.”

Joel watched for a long time, planning his next move. He’d always been so in control, so sure of himself and the future… He hadn’t felt this lost since Sarah died. It was then he noticed you. WHen you and Joel locked eyes, you knew there was nothing he could do. He was accepting his fate.

“And you won’t tell a soul about her?”

“Dad, no!”

“No one outside of this room.”

“And Riley, you won’t tell Commander Jones?”

“Joel, man, what are you doing?”

“They’ll remain safe, you have my word.”

Joel took a deep breath. “Fine, you may inform the counsel of the betrothal, now get the fuck out of my home.”

Chaos shattered like glass, confusing everyone in the room as Bedford left the house.

“Dad! What the hell! What is wrong with you!” Ellie berated her dad. Gina tried to tell her to shut up, but Joel snapped and turned to his wife, eyes cold and sharp.

“You! I know you did this shit Gina. You’ll fucking pay for this, I’ll have your fucking head on a pike!”

Gina was undeterred. “She had to get married at some point-”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

When Gina left, he called for Luke, asking him to escort Ellie and Riley to the car, he was taking Riley home.

Ellie was furious. “How could you do this! How could you abandon me like everyone else!”

“Ellie.” Joel turned to her, placing two hands on her shoulders. “I promise you, I’m not letting that man touch you.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. “Not even you can stop this, Joel.” Ellie took Riley’s hand and followed behind Luke to the car. Only you, Tommy and him were left. Joel turned to you.

“Thank you, for getting Tommy. I’ll… I’ll make sure you don’t get any backlash from Gina… you tell me if she does anything to yuh.” To Tommy now. “I’m coming over after I make sure Riley gets home safe, okay? We’re gonna figure this out.”

The worry in Tommy’s eyes said he wasn’t sure there was a way out at all.

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Im sorry this is taking 5 ever to write ;-;

I hope y'll still like it. I still care about this story and eeing it through <3

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imagine tommy meeting s1 bratty sub (bottom) buck on a call.. are you imagining it?.. good

#bratty sub bottom buck #s1 repressed bisexual fuckboy meet the new transfer closeted jerk tommy OR comfortably out pilot older tommy #bucktommy #evantommy #911 abc #.txt

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eats-all-your-shoes · 1 month

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if characters in fanfic say “prime” as a substitute for “god” it means

2. twitch chat is canon

3. god is dead

4. you watched dsmp/tommyinnit

#merc.txt #because prime came from church prime (tommyinnit) and that was from twitch prime subs #sorry if i’m wrong i didnt watch tommy

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no-1peakyfan · 6 months

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It's not even funny atp, the things i'd do to this man shall not be said on the internet...

#cillian murphy #tommy shelby #jonathan crane x reader #sub!tommy #peaky blinders #jonathan crane #batman begins #christopher nolan #oppenheimer #barbenheimer

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"Tommy Gun"

Invented and developed by United States Army Brigadier General John T. Thompson in 1918. It was originally designed to break the stalemate of trench warfare of World War I, although early models did not arrive in time for actual combat

#Thompson #M1A1 #Tommy Gun #SMG #Sub machine gun #firearm #weapons #gun #trench sweeper

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He’s my goddamn brother.

#the last of us #the last of us remake #the last of us part one #joel miller #tommy miller #tlouedit #usersleepy #gamingedit #gamingnetwork #dailygaming #vgedit #thelastofusedit #tlou #*mygifs #too lazy to change the sub colors #HONESTLY

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Together ~ (Sub!Tommy x Reader fluff and smut)

Summary: Tommy's wife gets bored during a weekend retreat with one of Tommy's many business partners.

Note: This is my first time writing sub!Tommy or publishing something close to smut. I know it is not as explicit as other authors would have done it but I hope you still like it @sonichkkaaascreams.

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes. If you are interested in more, here is my [Masterlist]

Warning: Smut, oral (male recieving), sex (18/21+). Expect canon confirming tone, language and depiction of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility.

Wordcount: 3330 words

Together

"Tell me again why I'm here."

Tommy turned his head to look at her, as the car began to slow down, approaching the sprawling country estate somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

"Because Lord Ipswitch is an important business partner and he has invited us."

Tommy's voice was bland and uninterested, echoing from some distant part in his mind where he made his plans and dealt with business.

(Y/N) sighed as the car pulled to a halt.

Before their driver had the chance to get out, Lord Ipswitch's butler stepped forward, clasping the handle with white gloved fingers.

Tommy got out first and then helped her himself, purposefully ignoring the butler who had offered her his hand.

Lord and Lady Ipswitch were older than them, about fifty. He was a small, stout man with a round belly and even rounder face. His wife was a little taller, slimmer and with sharp eyes.

"What an honour to welcome you to our home!", Lady Ipswitch said, approaching them with her hand outstretched.

Tommy took it.

"You must be Mrs. Shelby.", Lord Ipswitch said, taking her hand.

"The one and only.", She said, offering him the sweetest smile she had on offer.

"My sons.", He said, waving to his side.

Both sons were closer to her age than their parents were, who had thankfully inherited their mother's build but their father's dark eyes.

"Pleasure."

Tommy's eyes met hers as Lady Ipswitch escorted him inside, followed by her on Lord Ipswitch's arm.

Somewhere along the way business meetings had changed location from the Garrison to country homes and estates.

It wasn't comforting in the slightest.

Inside they were met with high walls, large floral displays, refreshments and other guests.

This get-together Tommy had dragged her to was just a cover-up for yet another gentleman's business deal.

Once more, Tommy knew everyone, and she knew no one.

But she was used to that by now and her smile was more than practised.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, Mrs. Shelby.", One of the other guests remarked, making her smirk.

"Now I know why your husband prefers to keep you all to himself."

She glanced at Tommy who watched the whole interaction with cold detachment, a cigarette between his lips.

"Ah, I fear my husband has little to do with it.", She mused. "I'm not too fond of cities."

"A country girl then.", One of the wives chirped. "We all know of Mr. Shelby's race horses- do you ride as well, Mrs. Shelby?"

"Oh yes.", (Y/N) said, biting back a grin as she took Tommy's arm. "I believe I can manage, don't you, Darling?"

He gave her a short glare, one of warning, before nodding.

"She rides fine."

Fine, eh?

"Then you must come out with us some time.", Came the suggestion. "There is a fox hunt planned at my parents in a week- I will be sure to invite you."

"We don't hunt for sport.", Tommy said sharply, making the other man's eyes widen.

With that, he left without excusing himself, leaving nothing but cigarette smoke behind.

"I meant no offence.", He quickly said, wringing his hands.

"None taken, I assure you. My husband merely doesn't approve of chases and he would never let me participate in them."

Not the way you people ride.

He had taught her himself, back when they were little more than children, and he had taught her the best way he knew- the way he rode.

She would be useless in a side saddle.

(Y/N) rejoined Tommy just as they were ushered through to lunch.

The table was set beautifully, under the eyes of larger than life portraits of age old ancestors with silver cutlery and grand displays of flowers.

Tommy and her found themselves sitting right across from each other as they began to serve the meal.

Before long, (Y/N) could feel the piercing gaze of his eyes dig into her when he ought to be talking to the woman on his right.

Tsk tsk

Her conversation wasn't even half bad, but after it had been time to turn, she was met with a terrible bore.

"Your husband builds cars, doesn't he?", He asked, and before awaiting her reply, he continued. "I am a bit of a car man myself."

That was when her mind disconnected, replaced by occasional huffs and hums that could be taken as approval or disapproval in equal measure.

She had always hated to be bored, and it brought a smile to her face when she saw Tommy's eyes widen as he nodded, bobbing along the same way she did, without any interest to his neighbour.

(Y/N) stifled a giggle as she flexed her foot, stretching it out under the table. Soon enough she felt the fabric of his trousers brush against the tip of her Paris bought shoes.

They had a pointier end than most others she owned and were easy to slip in under the fabric.

As soon as she began to trail a line on his skin, his head snapped around, giving her a glare.

"How interesting!", She told the man at her side.

"Oh it is- it is.", He said, before rambling on.

Leaving his bare skin be, she made do with tracing a line from his ankle all the way up to his knee on the inside of Tommy’s leg.

But even if his eyes darkened as they glanced in her direction, he didn't pull away, nor did his face betray him.

I’ll get you sooner or later, she thought. It was the price she demanded for him dragging her here, to these people. And an opportunity was served to her on a silver platter - literally.

Dessert was a delightful little tart with pieces of fruit and a fresh, still warm chocolate sauce, so it wasn't (Y/N)'s fault that her tongue had to dart out to wipe the remains of the sauce from her lip after enjoying a particularly luscious bite, licking them.

If anything it was his fault for watching.

Tommy shifted in his chair across from her, making her smirk even further. She had even more fun with the sugar coated strawberries, reminding her of one particular lazy day they had spent.

They had taken a horse and left Birmingham long behind them, soon stumbling upon a collection of wild strawberry bushes. They had made the most of them and until now every strawberry she ate, tasted of his lips and the sweetness of his kisses. The powdered sugar couldn’t compare.

But the way he glared at her almost could.

Alas, luncheon soon came to a close.

"Perhaps, my dear,", Lord Ipswitch said, turning to his wife, "you should show the ladies the gardens, so that they won't be bored with us men and our business talk."

Meeting Tommy's eyes, (Y/N) bit back a grin that would give it away. He swallowed his amusement with icy discipline.

To Ipswitch and the other newer acquaintances of her husband she was just the wife, the missus, the one who offered nothing but smiles, drinks and courtesies.

They didn't know that she had been one of the pillars on which the Shelby empire had been built, that she had stood steadfast since they were still operating out of the betting shop in Birmingham, during everything.

"That would be lovely.", (Y/N) said, and followed Lady Ipswitch out, along with the other wives.

It turned out that she was a decent woman, even if she couldn't have been more removed from real life if she had tried.

They returned to find the men still talking and so (Y/N) allowed Lady Ipswitch to lead her up the stairs and to where she would be staying.

"This is your bedroom, Mrs. Shelby.", She announced.

It was a lovely room, with light colours and a breathtaking view of the gardens and the treeline. Most of her things had already been unpacked by the Ipswitch maids.

"Mr. Shelby will be staying one door down."

No he won't, she thought and regretted the fact that she wouldn't be there to see his face when they told him.

But his absence gave her time to take a relaxing bath and get ready for dinner.

She had gotten her hair done and was just finishing up the touches on her makeup, when she heard the door open without a knock and that could only mean one thing.

"Separate fucking bedrooms.", Tommy grumbled, his suitcase in his hand as he slammed the door shut.

(Y/N) hid her giggle behind her hand as she watched her husband heave the suitcase onto the coffee table, making the flowers shudder in their vase.

By the looks of it he had thrown everything the maids had unpacked back inside as quickly and as inefficiently as possible.

She got up and made sure his dress shirt wasn't too wrinkled. He'd need it later.

As she took it out and smoothed out the lengths of the arms, she caught him staring.

"Tommy.", She warned as his arms snaked around her waist, pressing himself into her back.

"You look very beautiful, Mrs. Shelby.", He whispered before pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

"Do I?", She asked, letting her hands find his.

He hummed in response, continuing to trail kisses down her shoulder, the silk gown slipping away as if it melted from his touch.

(Y/N) closed her eyes and leaned into his arms- his touch, but when his fingers slipped out from under hers to undo the buttons on her back, she turned in his arms.

"Uh-uh.", She reminded him. "You'll mess me up again."

"Won't.", He mumbled, leaning down to kiss her- not her lips but her neck, knowing it always made her weak in the knees.

(Y/N) bit back a sigh, digging her teeth into her lip. With one hand, he held her as the other began to pull her dress up.

"We've still got time.", Tommy assured her between kisses. "Time to make you feel good."

When he began to suck, she inhaled sharply, but she also had to brace her hands against his chest.

"No marks, Tommy."

"Yes.", He insisted. "Show them you're mine."

"No!", She said sharply.

Only when she pulled back slightly, did he lift his gaze to meet hers.

His pale eyes had turned dark with anticipation and his lips were slightly flushed.

"No marks.", She repeated, as she began to walk forward.

His hands still on her waist, he walked back until his legs hit the bed.

Sitting down, he pulled her in his lap in one smooth motion, hiking up her dress to keep the fabric out of the way.

He better, she thought. Else they'll notice.

When he wanted to kiss her again, one of his hands came up to find the back of her head.

(Y/N) caught it just in time.

"No!", She insisted, "you'll just make my hair untidy."

"Promise?", Tommy tried, glancing up at her with wide eyes, but she already knew where this would lead if she didn’t stop it now.

Shaking her head, (Y/N) brought his hands to her lip, pressing a lingering kiss to his palm.

"No touching, Mr. Shelby.", She warned, as her other hand found the one at her waist.

"Not my hair and not my dress."

Tommy groaned in frustration, but before he could voice his protests, she rolled her hips slightly, pressing down onto him.

Whatever he wanted to say ended up in another groan.

"No touching, yes?", She asked.

He nodded.

"If you do, I'll stop."

Swallowing hard he nodded once more.

(Y/N) grinned as she sealed their agreement with a kiss to his lips, then another to his neck, then a third.

She trailed the kisses down to his collarbone as her fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt, granting her further access to place her kisses.

He sighed softly, braving himself on his elbows, as her fingers slipped into the inside of his trousers, to undo the buttons that held them together.

Only when she reached for one of the pillows from the bed, did the realisation of her plans hit him, making his eyes widen.

"Remember,", she chirped, as she dropped it in front of the bed.

"No touching."

"(Y/N), that's not fair-"

She crooked her eyebrow.

"Tommy Shelby talking about fairness."

She clicked her tongue and hummed.

"Although it would be fair to do nothing- to get dressed and to make sure we greet our hosts on time."

He shook his head, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. A few strands of dark hair had fallen into his face, throwing shadows over his face.

"But you don't want that, do you?"

Just faintly, he shook his head and (Y/N) hummed in approval.

"No hands.", She reminded him as she settled between his legs.

She felt him twitch as her hands brushed against the burning hot skin, letting them ghost over him - just barely- enough to leave much more to the imagination.

Tommy Shelby's impatience was his greatest weakness, in life, in business and in the bedroom.

And it was one she so loved to exploit.

Her fingertips ghosted over the length of him, drawing lazy lines that she knew left tingles in their wake.

His breath hitched once more and she felt him shift to get closer to her.

"What's wrong, my love?", She asked, batting her eyelashes up at him before replacing the teasing of her fingers with teasing from her tongue, tracing the veins and flicking against the underside of the head, coaxing a sharp hiss from his lips.

It wasn't made easier by the fact that she had to smirk to herself.

Getting Tommy all worked up was a speciality of hers, one she had perfected over the years with pride. At first, he had been the one in charge, the one to lead, in the bedroom the same way he did during their dances. They had only switched when she wanted to help him relax and it had become addicting for the both of them.

Tommy had so much resting on his shoulders, so many relying on him and to not be in charge for once, to not have to be in control for once brought him relief he would never admit to anyone but her.

And the thrill of it had gripped her, to be the one controlling his pleasure, moulding it to her will, guiding him to let go, and catapulted her to new highs of her own.

She heard a low hum, vibrating in the depth of his chest as his fingers clenched the sheets until his knuckles turned white.

"Patience, love.", She reminded him, before setting her mouth, her lips, her tongue to work again.

To make sure he wouldn't get any ideas, she placed her hands over his, feeling the strain in his muscles.

But she knew he was close, and she wanted to see him when he came. So (Y/N) pulled away and pushed herself to stand. Even despite the pillow, she felt the strain in her knees, but it was soon forgotten her fingered wrapped around his length.

Tommy bit his bottom lip.

She fought the desire to straddle him, but it would only make a mess of her dress.

Later, she thought. Right now, her own pleasure was secondary.

It was almost cruel for her to forbid him to touch her while her hands did nothing but touch and caresse and tease, assisted by fleeting, well placed kisses.

A breathless chuckle escaped her lips when she felt his hands, despite everything, brush against the small of her back. She pried them forth and kept them in her grasp, pushing them into the bedding with as she sped up the movement with the other, with more speed, more need, more purpose.

Soon, she felt his thigh muscles tense.

Just before his release, she laced her fingers of her spare with his, feeling the tremble that ran through him as she guided him through it.

"Oh Tommy.", She whispered, just as out of breath as he was, once he relaxed again.

When his hands came up to hold her, she didn't argue in the slightest.

"I got you.", He promised, his voice still thick and breathless.

She could feel his heart thunder in his chest, racing to match her and closed her eyes for a moment.

Sometimes she wished she could make the world stop, so that it was just the two of them- just him and her with no one else in the world, no one to disturb them, to cause him worry and sleepless nights.

But of course she couldn't.

His lips were gentle as they brushed against her own, making her eyes flutter open.

"It seems I'm in your debt, Mrs. Shelby.", He mused.

It was a tempting offer. On the streets they sometimes called him the silver-tongued devil but only she knew that it could do a lot more than spin webs, tell lies and make threads, but with a sigh, she shook her head.

"We're already late.", She reminded him.

He glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece.

"Not necessarily."

A grin came over his lips, one meant only for her.

But she shook her head once more.

"Why rush it now when we can enjoy it later?", She asked.

It took all her force of will to detangle herself from his embrace.

"We could have both.", He argued, but when she didn't respond, he relented with a sigh, falling back against the pillows.

After she had fixed her dress and makeup, she sat back and watched him get ready, the same way she had watched him countless times, back when instead of a chaise lounge she was lying on his twin sized bed in Watery Lane that had barely held the two of them.

No matter how large their beds got now, they still slept in a tangle of arms and legs, bodies pressed together.

She had watched him and could paint every movement, every moment of his routine by heart, knew the way he'd set his collars, the way he'd button his shirts, the way he'd always roll his shoulders once putting on the jacket to test the way his gun belt lay even of he didn't wear one.

Tommy dressed diligently, with purpose, fixing his black bow tie in front of her dressing table mirror, before reaching for his cuff links which were stored in her jewellery case.

At that, (Y/N) got up from the silk and satin pillows and crossed the small distance to him.

Lord and Lady Ipswitch might need maids and valets to get dressed, but they didn't, not while they had each other.

"There.", She told him, once both cuff links were secure.

Tommy gave her hands a little squeeze.

"Ready?", He asked, handing her her evening gloves.

"That depends.", She said, smoothing down the folding lines on his dinner jacket.

"Will I do, Mr. Shelby?"

"Perfectly.", He said, leaning down to capture her lips for a kiss. She met him halfway, letting him clasp her face with his hands.

"I'm glad.", She said. "Because you'll have to look at me all throughout dinner."

At her reminder, Tommy rolled his eyes, as he slipped her hand into his.

If they had sat next to each other, it would have been a lot more fun but (Y/N) was already thinking up ways to make it interesting -after all, the evening was long but she was determined to make the night even longer. They just had to get through the meal.

Separate bedrooms, separate seating at the dinner table- she didn't like it either but he downright hated it.

"No wonder all these people are so fucking miserable in their marriages.", Tommy scoffed.

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Tommy Shelby Smut

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buckybabieboy · 2 years

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Needy Little Puppy🤍.

⚠️TW: NSFW, sub!puppy!bucky, dom!fem!reader, handjob, loads of orgasm denial, edging, cock-slapping, slight overstimulation, mommy/mama kink, use of the name “puppy”, subspace and aftercare of course.

☁️Summary: Bucky breaks one of your most important rules, don’t cum without Mommy’s permission, so you edge him until he’s trembling and sobbing for you to let him cum.

📝A/N: Hope you enjoy this quick lil blurb. Thought I might write some more puppy!bucky because it was highly requested. <3 LMAO THERE ARE SO MANY WARNING BAHAHA.

Bucky always got needy and whiny for you when you left him for a while, not knowing what to do with himself when you weren’t there taking care of him. He couldn’t stand being away from you for more than five minutes before cowering away in the corner of your shared bedroom and bawling his eyes out.

When you left him this morning he watched you from the window, yelping and whimpering for his mommy to come back. Today was especially hard for him, because you had a very long day filled with running errands, and your busy schedule only allowed one phone call with him.

During that phone call, you promised you’d give him a special treat if he waited for you like a good boy. But when you got home, you found a very pathetic Bucky desperately rutting his hips into your pillow and screaming your name.

So now here you are, hand gripped around his cock like a vice, edging him for the 3rd time tonight, all because he couldn’t follow the rules.

“Please Mama, please!” Bucky’s whines become more high pitch as he cries out for you. You’re right hand is pumping his cock vigorously, and the corner of your lips curl into a smirk at the way his thighs are shaking.

You’re laying against the headboard of your bed, admiring how pretty Bucky looks as his cock tremble in your hand through the mirror across from you. Both his flesh and and vibranium hand are gripping on to each of your thighs as he lays in between your legs and against your chest.

“Hold it, Bucky.” You whisper in his ear in a soft and smooth tone, and he shudders at the sound of your demanding voice. You can feel him shake his head no at your command, but the way his cock is twitching in your grip says otherwise.

“M-Mama, please… N-need to-” your needy little boy begs in a pitiful tone, but you cut him off with a hushed “Shh”, speeding your movements on his pulsating cock.

“Awh, I know, sweet boy. You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” You coo at him, watching in amusement as his eyes roll back to the back of head, no pupils in sight, at the sound of your voice. Loads of pre-cum has spilled out of his swollen cock from being edged so much, and you use that to pump him at a faster and harsher pace.

Bucky is hyperventilating at your movements, poor baby sounded like he was having an asthma attack. A pathetic, loud cry escapes from his throat, as your hand twists around his swollen, pulsating shaft.

“Mommy! Wanna be a good boy f’you but you’re makin it so hard!”

Bucky’s cock is pulsating even more now and you can tell that he’s close.

“I said hold it, Bucky.” You remind him. He knows what will happen if he breaks the rules.

“C-can’t.. so, so, close! M cumming, mama!” Bucky whimpers, his voice shaky from all that stimulation.

Suddenly, you yank your hand off of him, causing him to thrash his legs around in a fit.

“Bad Bucky! What did I tell you?” You scold him. You slap his now purple cock, and he hips jolt forwards in response.

“Ah! Mama!” Bucky yelps pathetically, his cock twitching rapidly and visibly aggravated at not releasing for the 4th time today.

“You’ve broken the rules twice today. Such a naughty boy..” you tsk in disappointment.

“Stay still, puppy.” You slap his cock again, way harder this time, and Bucky sobs loudly.

“MAMA!!” Bucky screams for you, and you slap his cock again and again. He’s writhing and squirming in between your legs, so you wrap yours around his to stop him from trying to get away from you.

“STAY. STILL. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCKING MOVE.” You shout in response, giving his abused cock another hard slap.

“Mommy, I’ll be good, promise!! Please mommy, hurts so bad..”

You notice the way Bucky’s eyes are still rolled to the back of his head, and how his tounge was lolling out of his mouth as he pants heavily, just like your little puppy. Finally, you decide to have some mercy on him.

“All right, baby. You took your punishment so well, you can cum now.” You coo as you let Bucky’s legs free from yours. You grip his cock and begin to pump him again, speeding up the pace as you go.

Bucky’s fingers twitch involuntarily, needing something to grab onto. You notice this, and grab his flesh hand with your left hand, hoping to ease him to his climax.

“Mommy..” Bucky calls out for you in barely a whisper. His face was red and puffy with his tears, which were streaming down his precious little face.

“Yes, pretty baby?”

“M so close…”

“I know baby, I know…let go for me. Cum for mommy.” You coo as you reassure him that it’s okay, and that he’s no longer being punished.

“Nngh! Fuck, m-mama! Feels so good! I- im gonna cum!” Bucky babbles as his hips desperately rutt into your fist.

His precious blue eyes go wide as he cries out, finally reaching his orgasm. His cock is spasming intensely and rapidly under your hand. You continue to stroke his cock, letting him ride out his orgasm. He lets out a couple more spurts of cum before falling limp in your arms.

You observe his face through the mirror, watching his face closely as he pants and furrows his brows. He looks so fucked out for you, he can’t even make a complete sentence, your poor little puppy has gone completely dumb from his intense orgasm.

“Good boy, Jamie… such a pretty baby when your all fucked out. Such a good puppy f’mommy.” You continue to praise him, which is very important to Bucky when he’s in subspace. Especially after he’s made such a mess for you.

With him still in between your legs, you grab some wipes from the nightstand next to your bed and begin to clean him up. He yelps at the sudden sensation on his sensitive cock.

“Awh, it’s okay sweetheart, just cleaning you up.” You kiss him on his neck and shush him, letting him know that you’re just cleaning him up for bed. You guys get situated on the bed, with you laying down and Bucky nuzzling into your chest, feeling comfort in your warmth. He’s panting heavily with his tounge still lolling out of his mouth, still finding it hard to catch his breath.

“Calm down, pup. S’okay now, I got you..” you stroke his scalp in soft motions, which always puts him to sleep when he was having trouble. When his breathing began to slow down to a nice and steady pace, you kiss his head before turning off the lights.

“Where are you, pretty boy?” You ask him, wondering how far deep in subspace he is. When his mind is feeling fuzzy like right now he is usually a babbling mess in your arms.

“Right here, mama. Jus’ too tired to talk..” Bucky responds in a soft whisper, and you can tell he’s ready for bed. You kiss his head once more before drifting off to sleep with your little puppy in your arms.

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