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My Year in Movies: Favorite Non-2018 Feature Films (Part 2)

Continuing the countdown of my favorite movies I saw for the first time in 2018 that were released in previous years... for part 1 of this list, click here.

39. Tokyo Drifter (1966, directed by Seijun Suzuki, country of origin: Japan)

Seijun Suzuki pulls together his favorite tropes from the Western, film noir, and Yakuza genres and throws a post modern, new wave sensibility on top complete with lots of neon and surrealism. The end result is one of the most stylistically bold movies I’ve ever encountered, and its influence extends to modern auteurs like Quentin Tarantino, Jim Jarmusch, and Nicolas Winding Refn. Tokyo Drifter (which has nothing to do with the Fast & Furious franchise as far as I know) follows a gangster on the run, but the plot really is secondary to the overall feel of the movie. Really fun and one I can imagine revisiting a lot just for its aesthetic choices and action set pieces. Rent it on Amazon Prime; in the meantime, here’s a pretty decent fan-made trailer.

38. Born to Kill (1947, directed by Robert Wise, country of origin: US)

Hollywood’s original bad boy Lawrence Tierney stars in this nasty little noir that fully lives up to its violent title. Sam Wilde (Tierney) is a gorgeous, amoral social climber who doesn’t let a little trifle like murder stand in the way of getting what he wants. Helen Brent (Claire Trevor) finds herself strangely drawn to him, even as she learns of his criminal leanings. There’s a particularly lustful scene between Sam and Helen that could be a direct influence on Natural Born Killers, actually. The fact that this picture was directed by Robert Wise, best known for his work on The Sound of Music and West Side Story, makes it all the more interesting--this pulpy film doesn’t have any musical numbers but it certainly is well-crafted and choreographed. If you love a good antihero, you owe it to yourself to watch this. Available for rent on Amazon, YouTube, and Vudu.

37. Throw Momma From the Train (1987, directed by Danny DeVito, country of origin: US)

This comic riff on Strangers on a Train starts off with murder on its mind, but there’s a surprising sweetness lying just below the surface. I’m sure most people have already seen this film but in case you haven’t, you’re in for a hilarious and endearing story that showcases peak Billy Crystal and Danny DeVito. Anne Ramsey plays the titular “Momma,” and she was nominated for both the Oscars and the Golden Globes in this supporting role. There are lots of ways to watch this movie for free, including Amazon Prime, YouTube, Vudu, GooglePlay, and Showtime.

36. Johnny Guitar (1954, directed by Nicholas Ray, country of origin: US)

The title refers to Sterling Hayden’s outlaw cowboy, but the real star of the show is Joan Crawford as Vienna: a saloon owning, jeans wearing, piano playing woman who takes on the whole town in a showdown. Portrayals of women in Westerns vary, but few emanate such power and self-assuredness as Vienna.

Another woman, tellingly named Emma Small (played by Mercedes McCambridge), has set her sights on getting rid of Vienna and her establishment once and for all, and she will stop at no amount of violence or trickery to make it happen. So basically this is Mean Girls but in the Wild West. Offscreen, Joan Crawford was hooking up with director Nicholas Ray; and she’d previously been romantically involved with McCambridge’s now-husband. Both ladies also consumed a fair amount of booze while filming. This led to their rivalry bleeding into real life, and perhaps added to the tension we see on screen between the two.

This movie didn’t have the warmest reception when it premiered stateside (Bosley Crowther on Crawford’s Vienna: “...as sexless as the lions on the public library steps and as sharp and romantically forbidding as a package of unwrapped razor blades.”) But European audiences devoured it, and it became beloved of people like Francois Truffaut who saw it as a major influence. You can watch it now on Hulu or rent from a number of streaming platforms.

35. Sonatine (1993, directed by Takeshi “Beat” Kitano, country of origin: Japan)

Takeshi Kitano wrote, directed, and starred in this cult take on Yakuza films. In it, he plays Murakawa, a gangster who dispatches (often in creatively cruel ways) anyone his bosses happen to dislike. But he’s starting to grow weary of this way of life when he gets sent on a new assignment that has him mediating a dispute with a rival gang in Okinawa. He suspects that he may be the real target, but goes along with the order. While hiding out between confrontations, Murakawa and a batch of young recruits find ways to pass the time--shooting cans off each other’s heads, playing a roulette version of rock paper scissors, pretending to be sumo wrestlers, and more.

There’s not a lot of dialogue here, and Kitano plays his character with a stoicism that Buster Keaton and Alain Delon no doubt influenced. But the poetry and emotion are all in the action (and inaction) on screen. Here is a man whose main accomplishments are surviving bloody shootouts and racking up the body count for his employer--no wonder he hallucinates about self-destruction and walks the beach in a daze. There’s actually a good bit of comedy here too, as the movie isn’t afraid to veer into cartoonish moments and satirize the very genre it portrays. I also have to specifically call out the action scenes, especially one near the end--completely memorable, unique, and gorgeously shot. Watch this via rental on Amazon, YouTube, and GooglePlay--especially if you’re a fan of movies like Drive, Kill Bill, or Le Samourai.

34. Metropolitan (1990, directed by Whit Stillman, country of origin: US)

My first encounter with Whit Stillman came via 2016′s Love and Friendship, his adaptation of a Jane Austen story. When his debut film appeared on Filmstruck, I realized what a perfect fit Austen and Stillman really are. This movie follows a group of (mostly) wealthy teenagers in Manhattan, who attend debutante balls and gather at each other’s homes for long pretentious conversations and romantic sparring. If Austen were alive today, no doubt she would have written a novel in the same setting, filled with the same biting wit (no pun intended) that Stillman displays. If you like your movies with a lot of action and plot twists, this may not be your cup of tea; but if you enjoy the works of, say, Woody Allen/Noah Baumbach/Wes Anderson then you will definitely find this a subtle delight. No big names amongst the cast; and many of them only did one or two other projects after this, but I think that adds to the feeling of naïveté and naturalism. Random observation, but when I watched this movie I found connections between a number of its characters and the cast of The Breakfast Club--see if you agree. Right now you can rent this via iTunes, and since it takes place around Christmas and New Year’s, this would be a great time to watch.

33. Radio Days (1987, directed by Woody Allen, country of origin: US)

This might be the sweetest, least cynical movie in Woody Allen’s filmography. It’s a love letter to the 1930s and 40s, when families would gather around the radio (rather than the TV) for music, serials, and news of the outside world. Seth Green plays the Woody stand-in as a child, Mia Farrow plays an aspiring radio actress, Larry David pops up as the Communist next door neighbor--it’s a real hoot. The music (from the likes of Benny Goodman, Artie Shaw, and Glenn Miller) is gorgeous and it’s fun to see old New York recreated for this film. Suitable for all ages and utterly delightful, you can watch it on Hulu with a subscription or rent it on Vudu for $2.99.

32. Pickup (1951, directed by Hugo Haas, country of origin: US)

I caught up with this low-budget B-movie noir during Noir City Chicago, and fell head over heels for it. The director plays the lead character, a lovable but lonely railroad worker named Hunky (he does not live up to this name in appearance). When he encounters the gorgeous and sassy Betty (Beverly Michaels) at a carnival, he can’t believe a guy like him could hold the romantic interest of such a hottie. As luck would have it, though, she’s more attracted to his life savings than to him. What a golddigger. What sets this movie apart is the addition of a little plot twist: Hunky loses his hearing in an accident, which is just fine by the conniving Betty who can now scheme and talk trash around her husband. But when Hunky’s hearing unexpectedly returns, he doesn’t tell anyone and discovers that his beloved wifey is plotting his demise. Bonus: There’s a pretty adorable puppy in the mix. This isn’t available on DVD, sadly, but someone has uploaded it to YouTube and if you have 77 minutes to kill, I recommend checking it out.

31. Ghost (1990, directed by Jerry Zucker, country of origin: US)

Look, I love Demi Moore and Whoopi Goldberg and Patrick Swayze just as much as the next person, but for some reason I had always assumed that Ghost was this really cheesy paranormal romance. Wrong! It’s a charming murder mystery with some legit scary moments a lot of comedy, and, yes, some romance too. So if you have somehow missed this gem, you can catch up with it for 99 cents right now on Amazon or rent it for a Few Dollars More on other streaming sites.

30. One False Move (1992, directed by Carl Franklin, country of origin: US)

In part one of this list, I mentioned watching multiple Bill Paxton movies in 2018. This one features Paxton as a small town sheriff with illusions of grandeur--instead of settling small time domestic disputes, he’d love to one day solve murders and thwart serial killers and arrest drug kingpins in the big city. He gets his chance to do something bigger when a car full of murderous fugitives rolls into town. The LA detectives on the case don’t quite know what to make of Paxton; but he views them as heroes. When he gets his chance to show them what he’s made of, he doesn’t flinch.

Billy Bob Thornton co-wrote the screenplay and co-stars in the film, another connection between this and the other Paxton entry on my list (A Simple Plan). Here, he’s a vile and brutal sociopath (a role he’d go on to play in the TV adaptation of Fargo), with a girlfriend named Fantasia (Cynda Williams) that might be having second thoughts about their relationship. Director Carl Franklin is perhaps better known for the Denzel Washington neo noir Devil in a Blue Dress; and Franklin himself introduced a double feature of these two films at Noir City Chicago. He’s a brilliant, economical director with a deep well of classical film knowledge and a knack for capturing defining character traits in the space of a few frames. Rent this movie on Amazon, Vudu, or YouTube and prepare for a gritty, moving ride.

29. Peeping Tom (1960, directed by Michael Powell, country of origin: England)

I caught up with this out of print masterpiece (purchased at my local library sale for 50 cents on Criterion DVD!) during my October horror viewing, and immediately wanted it to find a wider audience. Reviled upon its initial release, it follows a talented but troubled young filmmaker whose obsession involves recording the final moments of his murder victims’ lives, as they realize their fate. Pretty twisted, I know. The exploration of voyeurism and the relationship between the camera, its subjects, and an audience really make this a fascinating watch, both from a technical perspective and as a critique of moviemaking and consumption. One can’t help but see the influence this movie has had on horror filmmakers from Wes Craven to John Carpenter, particularly in the way it forces us to identify with the psychologically damaged killer instead of centering the narrative on his victims. Massively underrated, and deserving of your attention if you consider yourself a fan of horror movies. Watch it via rental on a number of streaming platforms.

That concludes part 2 of the list! Stay tuned for the next segment, coming soon!

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Hi lovely! 😊💕

I was wondering if I could request something with Andy Barber x reader, like he’s seeing reader on the side and one day they meet up at a local bookstore, and they end up in one of the aisles near the back with his hand down the reader’s pants because he knows she has a kink about messing around in public?

Rendezvous

Main Masterlist - Andy Barber Masterlist

warnings: 18+, oral ( f receiving), squirting, degradation, fingering, Andy is always a warning, exhibitism? (kind of), Andy is still married in this, so cheating. (let me know if I missed something).

word count: 1372

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You needed to get out of work, you had enough of the talk. It was all gossip about Andy Barber and his beautiful family. About him and his wife and how much of a gorgeous couple they were. You couldn’t tell them that their marriage was falling apart or that they weren’t even sleeping in the same bed together anymore, and you definitely couldn’t tell anyone that you were seeing Andy.

Then you would’ve been labelled as a homewrecker, but to you, they were as good as divorced. Of course, no one would understand that so you and Andy kept it under wraps until he was legally divorced, which never seemed to be happening soon. Every time you brought it up to Andy, he’d tried to change the subject. You were getting tired of being his dirty little secret but deep down you knew, you liked the thrill of sneaking around with him. If wasn’t as if your relationship wasn’t satisfying, that’s the entire reason you kept going back to him. So you didn’t complain when in the end you got what you wanted.

You found yourself finding solace at the bookstore, loving the cosy atmosphere. It was owned by a lovely couple who never failed to greet you every time you came in, they’ve even tried to give you discounts on all the books you buy, but you always decline. You always loved browsing around the aisles, your fingers lingering on the spine of the books. Your eyes fluttering on the shelves, slightly overwhelmed by the large volume of books around you.

You must’ve been lost in whatever you reading because you quickly lost track of where you were and how much time had gone by. People came in and out, not even glancing at your figure slumped in a chair. You could’ve fallen asleep there but the story in front of you intrigued you too much.

“Whatcha reading there sweetheart?” You almost screamed at the voice behind you, but a hand was clamped over your mouth. You would’ve been scared if you hadn’t gotten a whiff of that cologne or if you didn’t look closely at the hand over your mouth. Your heart was still beating fast because of the scare and Andy continued to fuel the fire with his mouth.

“I can feel your heartbeat honey, is it because I scared you or was it something else? I know how aroused you get reading those books. But you know nothing makes you feel as good as I do” Your eyes were wide open, struck by the casual tone of his voice and how sudden this was. You were just reading and now Andy was whispering all the things he’d do to you. You couldn’t wait to get home, but Andy was more than ready to take you here now.

“Andy we can’t do this here, we’re in public, someone can see” As much as you pleaded with him, he wasn’t listening, continuing his assault down your neck, his hands moving everywhere on you as if he couldn’t get enough. “No one’s gonna see, the bookstore’s closed. Besides, I know you love it” Your eyes were rolling at the back of your head when he found your sweet spot. You couldn’t believe what was going on right now, you were at the back of a bookstore with Andy fooling around. How was the bookstore even closed? Unless he did something.

“Andy, what do you mean that the bookstore is closed? Did you do something?” You knew you weren’t gonna get an answer soon when his hand slipped down to under your skirt, making small circles on your covered clit. You probably moaned too loud, but you couldn’t care.

“Now what was that about people seeing? You claim to be this sweet innocent girl, but you wouldn’t care where I fucked you. You’re already desperate for my cock, look at you almost ready to come and I haven’t even properly touched you. You’re my little slut aren’t you.”

All the words left your brain after that. You could only let out a strangled moan because his large hand soon wrapped around your throat, lightly squeezing on the sides, just how you like it.

His fingers finally slid under your underwear, exactly where you wanted it. “Look at you, soaking my fingers. I bet I could fight my cock in there right away.” His lips bit your earlobe as he entered two fingers right into you, your walls sucking him in. You couldn’t hold off your orgasm any longer when his fingers hit that spot inside of you. You were squirming in the seat, from his fingers still inside of you, leading up to another orgasm. But his fingers pulled away at the last second leaving you pouting at the emptiness but you weren’t disappointed when he came around the chair getting on his knees to pull down your skirt and underwear together.

You could tell this was affecting him by the bulge in his pants but he didn’t seem like he was concerned about that at the moment.

“Fuck sweetheart, my pussy’s all ready for me. So glad I skipped on my evening snack, so I could eat this pussy for hours.” You were about to object, saying that you wouldn’t be able to handle so many orgasms because you knew when Andy’s hungry, he never stops.

His tongue was all over, licking everywhere. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much, humming when he tasted you, the vibration making you hold on to his hair. He wasn’t slowing down, his tongue only working faster on your clit, slurping sounds echoing. With one hand holding you down, he spit on his fingers to spread your lips open looking at it for a few seconds before you pulled on his hair to get his attention.

“Andy please I need to cum” You hoped begging would do the trick but he just seemed amused at your state. “Oh come on honey, you can do better than that” He had that sly smirk on his face as if he was amused by your begging and he was. He wasn’t going to take a half-assed request.

“Andy please, I just need to cum” You really couldn’t do much better than that when your brain was foggy from all the pleasure. “Oh is my baby dumb from what I did already? Are you already out of words? My poor baby, it’s okay tho, daddy will take care of you” The way he mocked you just made you needier for his tongue and fingers.

You didn’t have to wait any longer when he started his assault on your clit again, while his fingers began to slowly enter you. He could feel your walls clamping down on him already and his fingers were only halfway in. “Fuck honey, you can’t get enough, can you? You think you could squirt for me. If I just get that spot-” A small scream escaped you when he rubbed his finger on that spot that always turned you into a puddle. At this moment, you were thrashing in your seat, eagerly trying to get closer to your orgasm. With his fingers rubbing that spot and his tongue sucking on your bud, your orgasm began to unravel, your vision going white from the intense pleasure. You could tell when he retracted his fingers, now he was lightly licking the area, which was soaked completely due to your squirting.

When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Andy with a pleased smile on his face and his beard glistening. You could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t done for the day yet.

“Are you good sweetheart? you soaked through my clothes. Don’t worry about that though, we’ll go home and clean up, but we’re not done quite yet. Daddy’s gonna have fun later”

Even though you clenched at his words, you didn’t know how you could possibly handle more. But you couldn’t deny his cock, even if you tried. At this point, you couldn’t remember why you came into the bookstore today, or what could’ve happened if people saw the married lawyer with you alone and you didn’t care anymore.

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162 notes • Posted 2021-09-22 13:54:24 GMT

Home at Last

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warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, size kink, teasing, hand job, clit rubbing, slight overstimulation ( I know I missed something so please forgive me, I have no idea how to tag these) not proofread.

word count: 1631

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You were awoken by kisses all over your face and a large body hovering over you. You were slightly annoyed at the disturbance but you couldn't help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend, who you haven't seen in 2 weeks.

Having Captain America had it's perks yes, you had the honour of seeing in that suit and without it. But you sometimes had to go long periods of time without seeing him. You knew he was just doing his job but you missed him.

So if you couldn't sleep tonight, at least he was home, with you.

"I missed you" You sighed at the feeling of lips on your neck. Small kisses being planted everywhere as if he was learning every part of your body. Whenever he got home all he wanted was to hold you, to be with you. He couldn't help but wake you up sometimes just to see your eyes and to hear your sweet voice.

"I missed you too" You turned to your side to look at him, the moonlight hitting his face giving him a glow. You cupped his cheek, grazing your thumb against his cheek, his eyes closing at the feeling.

He felt at home with you. After everything he has to go through, he's happy to come home to you.

"Anything happened today?" you kept your voice to a whisper, seeing that Sam was close to falling asleep. "Nothing out of the usual. I'm okay, now that I'm here with you" not that you were trying to be discrete with your questioning, but some days affected him more than he let on. All the criticisms of him being Captain America, it got to him more than he would admit. You didn't want to push him but you wanted him to talk to you, no matter when it was.

He always claimed you had a superpower when it came to that. You could easily sense if something's wrong and you'd poke and poke at them to talk. Not in an annoying way, sometimes. But mostly it was the fact that you couldn't handle the people around you in pain.

You felt him shivered beside you, confusing you because the room wasn't good and the windows were closed. "Are you cold?" you whispered, his eyes opening at your question. You almost shivered from the look in his eyes, a look you knew too well.

"What do you need baby?" Before you finished your sentence, you felt a bulge against your thigh and a whimper from Sam’s lips. You grazed your lips against his, your hands moving towards his pants to grip his erection through the fabric. Another moan echoed through the room, when you teasingly stroked the outline of his cock, still in his pants, sensing his frustration.

“Please just-” Sam whimpered again when you gripped his cock, still teasing through the fabric, fully knowing what it was doing to him. You felt bad for teasing him so you decided to move the show along. You pulled his pants down to the best of your ability, pulling out his cock, seeing pre-cum at the tip you used your thumb to remove it, not before putting it in your mouth.

While looking at him, you sucked at your thumb, swirling your tongue around it, your other hand moving to his cock. He didn’t see your other hand, enticed at the sight in front of him. After removing your thumb, he quickly pushed his lips on yours, not being able to hold himself back any longer. His tongue moved with yours, exploring each others mouth, as if for the first time. He thrusted his hips, with your hand on his cock, needing to feel some kind of relief.

You pulled back from the kiss when you felt his fingers teasing the top of your sleeping shorts. Now both of you were helping the other out, but it wasn’t enough for either of you. Sam’s fingers finding your clit, rubbing it slowly, making your hips buck up the feeling.

“Sam, please, I need more” You couldn’t take the teasing, even though it wasn’t particularly on purpose, you just needed to feel him. “What do you need sweetheart?” Sam said, continuing to tease your folds, his own frustration letting out at the feeling of your slick pussy. “I need you, Sam, please” You begged him at this point, and that seemed to work because, in a blink of an eye, he moved your hand away and his to lean up against the headboard, easily moving your body on his lap, your slick dripping on his cock. He rested his hands on your hips, giving you the signal to take control, all he needed was you right now.

You moved against his cock, your slick now coating his cock, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance every time you rocked your hips. You looked up at Sam with his head thrown back, biting his lip to control himself from taking control again. You loved having this effect on him, the fact that you and only you could see him like this and do this to him. You had enough of your own teasing and lifted yourself, planting your knees on either side of him.

You grabbed his cock to gently lower yourself on it, pausing at some moments so you won’t push yourself too far. You took a deep breath at the feeling on him all the way in. Trying to catch your breath, you see Sam eyeing the small bulge in your stomach. He felt almost proud at the sight, loving to see you filled up by him. His hands never stop touching you, trying to help you relax a bit.

You were finally ready to move, not giving him time to fully understand what you were going to do. You moved up his cock and back down, moaning at the feeling of him hitting your cervix, feeling full from his cock. His hands held your hips, not entirely moving you, but keeping them there for comfort, knowing that being on top for you could be uncomfortable.

“You’re doing so well for me sweetheart, fuck, you feel so fucking good, I could stay in this pussy forever” You clenched around his cock at his words, the thought of him being buried in you all the time seeming like heaven on earth.

“You’d like that, huh, you’d like me to fill you with cum all the time, keep your greedy pussy filled. Fuuuck honey, keep doing that, daddy loves that” You started to move faster, not moving up all the way but keeping a steady rhythm to make the two of you moan. He could feel you clenching each time you moved back down. He thought you looked like a goddess riding him, using him for your pleasure.

“Sam, please I need more” You could feel your orgasm getting closer, needing that small push. Sam knew exactly what you needed, and didn’t waste any time in rubbing your clit with his thumb, sending you right over the edge. You almost fell forward, Sam still thrusting into your chasing after his orgasm, but wanting to get one more out of you. Before your orgasm could etch away, another one hit you, not as much as the one before, but left you breathless the same.

Sam sped up his movements, his orgasm hitting him like a train, his cum spilling out of you. He moaned at the sight, seeing you on his chest, filled with bliss and cum. Both of you were breathing heavily, your head resting on his chest, your body not being able to move, being on top draining the energy out of you.

You were starting to fall back asleep, but the mess between your legs made you uncomfortable. Sam was still inside of you, seeming to like holding you like this. His fingers were gently caressing your spine, light touches everywhere, and small kisses to your temple, words of love being whispered into your ear.

“Sorry to interrupt the moment, but I really need to pee.” Sam laughed at your tired voice, knowing that you needed to sleep right now otherwise he’d have to pay in the morning if you were grumpy.

“Give me a sec, I wanna see the cum dripping out of you” You shouldn’t have blushed at his words but you became shy after sex and needless to say but Sam never has a filter around you. Both of you laughed, but as Sam started to slowly lift you up, the laughter stopped. You could feel the emptiness between your legs which made you ache, even more, therefore Sam was more than careful to move you. He moaned when he saw the stickiness seep out of you, the sight almost making him hard again. He whispered soft assurances to you to help ease your body.

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166 notes • Posted 2021-09-16 23:21:41 GMT

Comfort

A/N: I’m actually nervous to post this one cause yk i always doubt myself but this was purely because of the gif because it does things to me.

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warnings: fluff, some kissing, 18+, Bucky is honestly a warning.

word count: 734

You were nose down in another book of yours trying to pay attention to the words but you had a distraction next to you.

“Babe come on, please” Bucky was very needy today, more than usual, normally you would be the one annoying him but everywhere you went he followed, you even had to lock him out of the bathroom when you needed to pee.

“I’m reading Bucky, give me a few more minutes”. You refrained from looking at him but you knew he was pouting like a child.

“But you said that a few minutes ago, which means your few minutes are up”. Apparently, he had enough of your few minutes nonsense and pulled the book out of your hands, which made you kind of upset because now you lost your page, but you couldn’t even stay mad at his pouty face because he gave you that look, which could make anyone fall at his feet. You tried not to fall for it but you were only human.

You were pulled into his lap, with a grin on Bucky’s face the size of the Cheshire cat. You couldn’t help but smile at him, his giddiness rubbing off on you. You reached to put your hands around his neck, while he had his hands on hips, moving up and down.

“Is this what you wanted?” You smirked at him a bit playfully at his neediness when he leaned forward to sit upright to hold you tighter.

“You’re not close enough”. He pouted again trying to pull you as close as possible, tugging on your hoodie sliping his hands under the fabric to hold your waist. You laughed at him when he went further to rest his head on your breasts squeezing your waist a bit too much but you didn’t complain

“I don’t think you could get any closer” Your hands found their way in his hair slightly tugging it when he let out a small moan at the feeling.

These were your favourite moments with him, the simple ones where you both would just hold each other and not worry about anything. It was the only peaceful time he had, whenever you were around. Normally he would prefer just lying around with you but you were always doing something, whether it was baking, reading a book, dancing to music, watching movies or browsing the bookstore, you always wanted to explore. On some days he would convince you to relax and just lie down with him, it didn’t take long to convince you though, a few kisses and some promises about what he would do to you and you’d all but fall at his feet. He loved having that effect on you but he would be lying if he said you didn’t do the same to him.

“We could be closer if you took off your clothes, you know”. Then he went on to pull your hoodie off but unfortunately for him he was unsuccessful.

“It’s freezing cold in here, I’m not taking off my clothes”. You would swear you told him that you were breaking up with him when you with the look on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at his face, feeling content at the moment.

“I’ll make it up to you later, i promise” You linked your hands behind his neck to pull yourself closer to him and pecked him lightly on the lips but that wasn’t enough for him and he held your waist on his lap and went back in for more. He sipped his tongue into your mouth with no resistance from your side, your hips now having a mind of their own started to gently move against his crotch, earning a moan from the both of you. Your mouths danced together and he moved your hips with more vigour, you now pulled away to moan against his mouth.

Suddenly, he stopped moving your hips and stopped his movements altogether, pulling away to look at you with a smirk on his face, his lips pink and swollen.

“Later, remember” You groaned, disappointment flowing through you when you realised he used your own words against you. You rested your head on his chest and he kissed your hair while laughing at your condition.

“Come on, we’ll get some food and I”ll have my dessert after” And well you couldn’t be more excited to get some food.

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253 notes • Posted 2021-08-06 03:24:25 GMT

Bestie!! Could I request some Lee Bodecker smut, maybe him driving the reader down a back road and then having an absolutely filthy time in the backseat of his police cruiser (or on top of the hood) in the middle of the woods??? 🥵💕

Back Road

A/N: ok so I'm very nervous about this cause it's my first full on smut and honestly I don't know how I feel about the turnout but I hope everyone likes it.

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warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, spit kink, nipple play, clit rubbing, daddy and sir kink, choking, kinda public sex, car sex, dirty talk, degradation. (also I have no idea how to tag these so if I missed anything please let me know)

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AGAIN LAST WARNING THIS IS 18+ ONLY!!

The ride home was filled with silence. It wasn’t uncomfortable in any way, the two of you were just restless to get home. Dinner tonight was filled with teasing glances from both ends and wandering hands under the table. The both of you were already under scrutiny from the town, for absolutely no reason but if they had seen where Lee’s fingers were wandering, you would’ve been the talk of the town and you hated being talked about. Luckily you convinced him, with your innocent puppy eyes, but not before he gave you a warning for denying him his pussy.

He didn’t even touch you throughout the ride, the only time he looked at you was when you both were leaving and he was being a gentleman to open the passenger door. Normally, whenever you had a long ride ahead, it would be filled with him teasing you until you were begging to cum. Especially if you wore a dress or skirt for easy access, which is what you were wearing right now.

You knew he loved this dress and you knew it would drive him crazy, and it did, during dinner but now you were confused on how he was holding himself back. Before you could even think, your hands had a mind of their own when you moved towards his belt buckle, ready to undo it. He looked at you with an amused look on his face, which made you want to squeeze your legs together, but you pulled your emotions together.

He didn’t say anything when you undid his buckle, not a word when you opened his zip, not even a sound when you palmed him through his boxers. You studied his face to look for any emotions that could’ve been peeking through. But he was stoic, which meant he was trying not to show what he was feeling. You decided to tease him, trying to push his buttons. He was always to the point when it came to himself. He hated whenever you tried to tease him, but sometimes you did it just for him to take it out on you. You loved when he took charge of you, being rough with you. He never crossed the line though, having a safeword made him feel better whenever he thought he was being too much, but even if you just said stop, he would stop.

So you felt safe with him taking control, which made your sex better, a boundary set in place for the both of you.

You now were pulling his cock out, and you smiled when you heard a hiss from him. Of course, he was hard, he could get hard from just looking at you. He wasn't embarrassed by that at all, it just made you more confident in what you were doing.

Instead of stalling, you let your spit dribble down to the head of his cock, knowing how much that affected him. You knew it did something to him, when he almost swerved off the road, cursing under his breath.

You didn’t waste any time, moving your hand up and down to get it lubricated, swiping the pre-cum off the tip with your thumb to bring it to your mouth to suck it off. You looked at him while you did it, swirling your tongue around your thumb to taste him, smiling like an angel after, your other hand still moving up and down his cock.

His jaw clenched when you moved down to finally put his cock in your mouth. The scenery in front of him, almost making him cum, but he controlled himself. You slowly began to move your head in a rhythm, paving yourself and fisting the rest of his cock in the same way.

His head was thrown back, struggling to keep his eyes on the road when all he wanted to do was watch you make a mess of his cock.

“My pretty little slut couldn’t wait, huh? You couldn’t stop yourself from sucking daddy’s cock. I’m sure you’re dripping between your legs, just waiting for daddy to fuck you” Your eyes rolled back, at the sound of his husky voice, causing you to hum, while his cock throbbed in your mouth.

Suddenly the car stopped and you were pulled off him and was met by his lips. He wasn’t trying to be gentle, and you couldn’t care less. All you wanted was for him to fuck you, wherever the two of you were, you didn’t care at the moment that someone could see, all you thought of was him.

You were thinking so much during your makeout session, that you didn’t know when he bunched up your dress to pull you over his lap, your back hitting the steering wheel, but you couldn’t feel the pain from that. He still didn’t stop kissing you, only stopping to move down your throat, sucking and licking, wanting to mark you up.

You were growing impatient and started to grind your hips against his, but he stopped you. Groaning, you were getting frustrated, not liking his teasing all of a sudden.

“You don’t like the taste of your own medicine, huh? Well sit there and don’t move, otherwise you don’t get to cum. So be a good slut and look pretty on my lap” Your eyes were wide with lust, practically dripping from his instructions. You knew he wasn’t playing around after you teased him, so you listened, tried to at least, you were too worked up to stay still.

“I need some words, do you understand?” With one eyebrow raised and an amused smirk on his face, he swiftly moved his hand down to your clit, finding it instantly. Your head was thrown back in pleasure at the movement of his fingers rubbing your wet pussy. He took his other hand to wrap it around your throat, squeezing slightly, the way he knew you liked it. The actions almost bringing you to an orgasm, but you held yourself back, you don’t know how, but you did.

“I said, do you understand?” He squeezed your throat again, rubbing your clit even faster, trying to push you to your orgasm.

“I understand, sir” You knew that adding sir would make your punishment slightly better and drive him crazy. You knew it worked because as soon as you said it he stopped any action on your clit, to rub the slick on his fingers on his cock to lubricate it. He still had a hand on your throat to keep you still, knowing that you couldn’t stay still.

“You ready for daddy’s cock, you want me to fill you up, want me to breed you, huh you filthy slut, come on beg for daddy’s cock.” He pulled you close from the hold he had on your throat, brushing his lips on yours, while simultaneously thrusting his hips so his cock would rub against your pussy. You moaned against your lips, trying to get some sort of word out, but the pressure was building up inside of you again, just from the friction against your clit.

“Come on sweetheart, where are your words? I haven’t even fucked you yet and you're already cockdrunk. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood sweetheart, so I’m just gonna fuck you until you find the words to stop me.” Before you could even take in what he said, he thrusted into you, moaning at the same time, feeling how you clenched around him. Your jaw dropped, at the feeling of him, so deep inside of you, filling you completely.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re gripping me so tight, shit this pussy loves my cock, huh guess it’s mine now. Tell me, honey, is this my pussy?” You didn’t know how he expected you to speak while he was thrusting up into you, hitting your cervix every fucking time, while lightly squeezing your throat, adding more to your pleasure. The look on his face was on you loved, his mouth opened, groaning after each thrust, spouting filthy words at you, his eyes flitting between looking at your face and your pussy swallowing his cock, your juices leaking onto his cock.

He didn’t like your dress was still on, so he pulled it down to reveal your breasts, biting on his lip when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra. He quickly held your hips with one hand, making you do the work to bounce up and down his cock, which made your breasts jiggle at the movements. He moved his lips to wrap them around your nipple, licking and sucking on them while looking up at you with your eyes closed shut because of all the pleasure you were getting.

He felt you tighten around him again and moved his hand to play with your clit, knowing it’ll push you over the edge, moving away from your breasts.

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Late nights

A/N: this came about cause i was thirsting over Andy as usual, I’m nervous about this again cause I’m not used to writing smut, so bear with me. Anyways I hope you like it and dont forget to like and reblog and leave some feedback.

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warnings: 18+, mentions of sex toys, dry humping, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), spit kink, lots of teasing, cockwarming, Andy Barber is a warning. (lmk if I missed anything)

word count: 1438

MINORS DNI

You were going to bed alone again for the third time this week. The reason why was because Andy was working another late night, this time you were upset because he was working at home. It was easier to understand when he was at the office, but when he’s a few feet away from you, well you didn’t understand that. You didn’t want to be annoying or clingy when he was working, but you couldn’t help but miss him.

Every day he’s been working up earlier than you and leaving before you could open your eyes properly. He never leaves without pecking you on the forehead and a whisper of ‘i love you’, while you mumble a response that makes him smile at your sleepy state. You understand he has to work, but you were feeling extra needy this week. You knew your period was coming soon, that’s when you’re extra horny and a vibrator wasn’t going to cut it when you had Andy.

He knew about your toys you had before you both were together, and he never had a problem with you using it when he wasn’t around, actually he sometimes uses it on you. The first time he suggested it, you felt it to your core, and you nodded your head, probably too enthusiastically. It was euphoric, to say the least, you both enjoyed it so it became an occurrence in the bedroom.

You made your way to his office, seeing him massaging his temples looking over the papers on his desk. That was a sign that he was overworking himself, if you didn’t come in to check up on him, you knew he would’ve fallen asleep, which wasn’t the first time.

You knocked on the door, to not scare him and you saw his stressed-out face, with his brows furrowed from reading all those files. You gave him a small smile as you approached him, seeing him slightly relax from the sight of you.

You went to lean back on the table, but he pulled you on his lap after he complained that you were too far away. You wiggled around, making yourself comfortable as his arms moved around your waist to bring you closer to rest your head in the crook of his neck. You linked your arms around his waist as well, trying to give him some kind of comfort.

“You should come to bed, you’re overworking yourself again” You heard him mumble some response, but he seemed distracted when he slid his hands under his your t-shirt, moving under your shorts to caress your ass cheeks. Of course, you couldn’t keep the small whimper from coming out at the feeling of ringed hands over your ass.

“You already wet for me, honey? I haven’t done anything yet and you’re probably dripping already” You couldn’t hold in another whimper, while your hips had a mind of their own, as you started moving over his crotch feeling his cock harden in his pants. He moved his hands to help the movements of your hips, adding friction to your covered clit. Your eyes were shut close from the movements hitting your clit every time, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“You already close honey? All you had to do was work yourself on daddy huh. Here’s what you’re gonna do, you’re gonna cum and then you’re gonna keep me warm until I’m done with work. Go on honey, cum for me” You started to move faster, thanks to Andy’s praises.

Your mouth was wide open, no sound coming out from the force of your orgasm.

“Such a good girl honey” You leaned forward to rest your head on his chest, slightly worn out but loving the close comfort between the two of you. Andy chuckled a bit at your appearance, all fucked out before he did any work. He looked at the clock on the wall, seeing that he still had time to finish some work before his day off tomorrow, that he didn’t tell you about. He planned on waking you up with an orgasm, and several more following throughout the day. But he thought to start his activities tonight as a treat.

“Are you okay baby, I’m gonna need you to lift for a sec” He was quiet in his words, not wanting to push you too much tonight. You looked at him before moving with a puzzled look on your face, not understanding what he wanted right now.

“You’re gonna keep my cock warm while I work, got it honey” He grinned at you after he stressed the word honey, knowing how much that would affect you. You couldn’t move any faster, smiling innocently at him, while he unbuckled his belt to pull his cock through his briefs, not even pulling down his pants.

Before you moved to straddle his lap, you got down on your knees to tease him a bit, preoccupied in your thoughts to think about what punishment you could get after.

You looked him in the eye, knowing how much he loved eye contact, lightly gripping the base of his cock to lick the long vein up till the tip, where you sucked on the tip just a bit to get a reaction out of him, seeing that his hands were almost white from gripping the sides of his chair.

His head was thrown back, a moan letting its way out which made you smile, you wanted to tease more just for a kick, loving the effect you had on him. You moved one hand up and down his leg grabbing his attention as you spit on his cock, letting it drip down and using it as a lubricator to fist his cock. He couldn’t hold in his grunts this time as his eyes rolled back, forgetting what he wanted in the first place.

“Fuck honey, I don’t wanna cum now. Shit- that feels good, oh god” He was rambling at this point and you were pleased with his reaction, smiling like a saint on your knees. He found some self-restraint when he held our wrist, stopping himself from cumming, trying to catch his breath, closing his eyes to stop himself from looking at you, knowing that with one look he wouldn’t stop himself from cumming.

You raised to your full height to straddle his lap noticing that his fist was closed and his breathing heavier, trying not to smile at his poor attempt of cooling himself down, you started leaving small kisses along his jaw, nipping at some points but leaving small licks and blows of air at the slightly red spot.

One thing you loved was how red his neck would get whenever you did that, seeing it reach to his cheeks, even though he tries to deny that he’s blushing.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t prepare for him to lift you slightly on his cock, feeling the stretch immediately. You moaned at the slight pain mixing with the intense pleasure of his cock filling you up, noticing him eyeing the small bulge in your stomach.

“Don’t think I would forget about that stunt, teasing me like that, you know better than that” He clicked his tongue, almost sounded disappointed at your behaviour, but on the inside, he always liked when you took control like that and he was never ashamed of letting you take the reins.

You couldn’t speak from the fullness you felt, leaning your head down to rest on his shoulder, stopping yourself from squirming too much, knowing you weren’t going to get anything that way.

“That's a good girl, be still for daddy while he’s finishing his work and maybe if you behave I’ll let you suck on my cock after I eat you okay” Choking back a moan at his words, you knew better than to just nod. “Yes daddy, I’ll be your good girl” He rubbed your back and pecked your temple at your words, moving his chair closer to the desk, causing him to thrust into you.

Your moans echoed in his office, making him smile at the noise you were making.

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wearethelosersclub · 6 years

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Pathetic Territory - Beverly and Richie Part 2 of 10

Part 1

Richie Dear: Oh and wifey...Eddie found out about us skipping Gym class to smoke. Stanley told him. Eds is so pissed at me.

Bev Darling: damn it, why would Stan tell?! I thought everyone agreed it would be kept from Eddie.

Richie Dear: Stan the Traitor Man did it to punish me for the Christmas Countdown I do everyday to him.

Bev Darling: oh, well now it makes sense why Stan told. did Eddie lecture yet?

Richie Dear: The lecture came in full Eddie Spaghetti glory. Face red, shouting, hands gesturing wildly and then not speaking to me for the rest of the day.

#the losers club #richie tozier #beverly marsh #Eddie Kaspbrak #it 2017 #reddie #Pathetic Territory #stanley uris

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bililireinhartarchive · 6 years

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3 and 15 for more Christmas asks ❤️

Hi Wifey!

Do you open presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day: We open most presents on Christmas morning, but we open our pajamas on Christmas Eve.

Do you have an advent or Christmas countdown calendar: We have a Christmas countdown calendar that has a snowman to mark your place.

Thanks for the asks.

#asks #livelovebughead #my wife

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pedroshotwifey · 5 months

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Christmas Countdown Day 15 - Presents

The A-Team

Pairing: Frankie Morales x afab!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, Frankie and reader were in the military, Frankie and reader have kids, established relationship (husband and wife), breeding kink if you squint, oral sex (f), piv sex, fluff, smut, Frankie being both a menace and a pussy eating king, kids are unnamed, no age is mentioned so reader could be any age you want, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Frankie distracts you from wrapping gifts--not that you're complaining

A/N: Hey, y'all. I'm tired out of my mind, and I hope y'all enjoy this :') Tmw's prompt involves Dieter Bravo, so if you have any ideas for that, feel free to send them in <3

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You’re finally in your zone.

The kids are at their grandparents, Frankie’s in the shower, and you’re sitting in the middle of the living room with a stack of presents waiting to be wrapped. It’s not every day that you get a chance to get something like this done without the interruption of your kids, no matter how much you love them.

You have the coffee table shoved off to the side so you are able to spread your supplies out across the expanse of the room. There’s Christmas music playing lowly from a radio in the kitchen. You hum along as you attempt to wrap a mini Barbie dreamhouse that your daughter had been begging for.

It’s one of those boxes where you just can’t seem to get the perfect amount of paper to cover it.

You sigh in frustration as you attempt to pull the ends together, straining the paper on the sides. Of course you’re about an inch short. Giving up for now, you pull the box away from the paper and reach for a slightly smaller one.

This one contains a lego kit for your youngest son. You remember picking it up in the store and discreetly showing Frankie. Your son had been with you, thankfully distracted by your phone as Frankie quickly snagged it and snuck away to purchase it while you continued shopping.

When he came back to your side from putting it under a blanket in the car, neither of you had enough composure to cover your smiles. You still get such a giddy feeling when the two of you complete ‘heists’ every now and again. It reminds you that, even three kids later, the A-team’s still got it.

Of course, once you had gotten pregnant with your eldest, you had left that line of work, and Frankie along with you. You miss it every now and again, and you can tell that he does too, but neither of you would trade your life now for anything. Your husband and children make you feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

Just then, Frankie walks into the living room, finding you smiling and staring off into space as your thoughts distract you.

“What’s got you so happy, hermosa?” he asks as he walks to you and bends down to plant a kiss on your head. You snap out of your trance and snag his collar as he tries to straighten back up, instead pulling him to your lips for a quick kiss.

He smiles at you when you let go of him and takes a seat on the sofa you’re sitting in front of. You set the lego box back down and lean your back between Frankie’s legs.

“Just thinking about us,” you tell him dreamily.

“Oh?” Frankie says with a slight chuckle. “What about us?” This time his tone holds more of a suggestive quality as he reaches a hand down to tuck a fallen bit of hair behind your ear.

You roll your eyes and swat his leg.

“Not like that, you horndog,” you tease, laughing all the same. “Thinking about how good we used to be.”

“What do you mean, baby? We’re fucking awesome,” Frankie says without a hint of sarcasm. You laugh at him.

“Yeah,” you agree. “I guess we are.”

You suddenly pull yourself up, standing in front of your husband. He puts his hands on your waist as you gaze into each other's lust-full eyes. He gives your hip a slight squeeze, and you straddle his lap, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck and slotting your lips against his.

Frankie wraps his strong arms around you as he moans into your mouth, still insatiable for you even after all these years. His lips are soft as they glide effortlessly against yours.

You can feel the way he hardens beneath you, and you grind into the prominent bulge presented. Frankie whimpers at the friction, hardening further.

“Fuck, need to be inside you, baby,” Frankie says, near breathless when he pulls away from your kiss. You nod at him, jumping up and tugging him after you. You both strip as you make your way to a spot that’s not covered by wrapping paper.

Frankie nods at the space, and you quickly lay down. You can feel the heat coming from the fireplace lit beside you, the half of your body further from it erupting with goosebumps. Shivering slightly, you watch your husband descend to his knees in front of you, situating himself between your thighs.

He backs down, keeping eye contact until his face is level with your cunt. Your breathing is heavy as you watch in anticipation until he puts his mouth on you, immediately enveloping your clit. You moan loudly, suddenly extremely thankful that the house is empty tonight.

Frankie’s tongue gets to work, quickly flicking over your clit and then moving lower to dip inside your dripping hole. He alternates speeds and techniques, speeding up and slowing in rapid succession as he moves his face up and down and left to right.

He knows your body almost better than you do, hitting all of your favorite spots without effort. You jump each time he does so, your hand flying to tug at his thick waves after a particularly pleasurable spark erupts.

Frankie groans as you tug him further into you by his hair, the sharp sting on his scalp making his hips rut down into nothing.

He jolts his arms out to secure you by your waist, pulling you further to him now. Your legs kick out as your head falls back with the added pressure, your grip in his hair tightening.

“Fuck, Frankie!” you half yell, half moan. The intense pleasure quickly builds your orgasm, bringing you to the edge before you even realize you had been approaching.

“Oh, f-fuck! I-” you’re cut off by your orgasm, your body shaking and going warm as Frankie pushes his tongue into your cunt. He laps up your cum as quickly as it spills out of you, moaning the entire time.

As soon as you’ve ridden out your high, Frankie’s on top of you again, desperately locking his lips with yours as he notches himself at your entrance and pushes in with one thrust. The force of it punches a good bit of air out of you, and you have to pull away from him to catch your breath.

“So fucking good, hermosa,” Frankie begings to ramble once his mouth is free, already pussy-drunk. “Wet and tight and warm, pulling me in so good like you’re scared to lose this cock. You won’t; ‘s all yours, baby.”

You whimper and moan at his dirty words, already feeling that fiery sensation burning low in your belly as he thrusts into your cervix with a delicate precision. He’s somewhere between fucking you and making love; almost like he wants to take his time to savor you, but he’s so addicted that he can’t allow himself to do that.

“Feel so good, Francisco,” you tell him, kissing his stubbly jaw. “Want you to f-fill me up, baby.”

“I know, I know. Gonna pump you so fuckin’ full of me you’ll be dripping my cum for days,” Frankie doesn’t miss a beat, his hips stuttering lightly at the thought he conjured.

“Oh–please,” you beg, unsure what for at this point.

“I got you, honey, I got you.”

Frankie kisses every sliver of skin on your face as he pushes deeper and deeper into you. He only separates himself once to push his thumb into your mouth, allowing you to coat it in your saliva before bringing it over your sensitive clit.

He begins to rub slow circles, and it pushes you past your peak, your hips bucking up as you moan loudly. Frankie makes a choking sound as you squeeze around his thick cock, triggering his own orgasm.

He groans into your neck as he releases his cum into you, your pussy milking every drop. You’re both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, your skin almost glittering in the firelight.

When you both settle down, Frankie still nestled inside you despite his cock softening, you simply watch each other. He lays his head down on your steadily rising and falling chest, observing your beauty as the flames flicker and make your skin shine.

As badly as you want to close your eyes and go to sleep right now, you sigh deeply and accept the fact that it’s smarter for you to finish your task. You might now have another opportunity to wrap gifts outside of your cramped bedroom floor other than tonight.

“Alright, baby,” you say with a gentle finality that makes Frankie sigh as well. “I need to finish wrapping the presents. You’re welcome to join me.”

You look down at him, raising your eyebrows in a way that makes your last quip more of an unskippable task than an invitation. Frankie juts his lips out, looking at you with a pointed stare.

“Only if we can do it naked,” he bargains. You bite your lip to suppress the smile threatening to spread across your face.

“Frankie!” you gasp, trying to conceal your laughter.

“What?” he asks with feigned innocence.

“You’re ridiculous,” you giggle, feeling like a child all over again.

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pedroshotwifey · 4 months

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Christmas Countdown Day 23 - Food Coma

Sleepy

Pairing: Jack Daniels x afab!reader

Word count: 673

Tags/Warnings: smut, fluff, no use of y/n or description of reader other than having female anatomy, husband!jack, tooth-rotting fluff, unprotected PIV sex, sleepy sex, shared orgasms, bad puns, stuff im forgetting

Summary: You and Jack have sleepy sex after dinner

A/N: This is actually so cute y'all, like I kind of love it. I'm thinking that tmw's fic will be a threesome, so that will likely be more steamy lol. I love this tender dynamic tho

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You giggle deliriously as Jack deposits you on your shared bed.

“Jack, ‘m tired,” you complain non threateningly through your laughter.

“Hmm, me too, sugar,” Jack chuckles. “Cooked a mighty fine dinner. Stuffed me to the damn brim.” He follows you down onto the bed after striping out of his jeans and shirt.

He kisses you lightly, tickling your face and throat. Despite how groggy you feel after such a large meal, you can’t seem to pass up the chance to have your husband inside you again.

You lay silently in contentment, a goofy smile adorning your features as you lift your hips slightly to help him wiggle your pants down your legs.

He’s only satisfied once you’re as bare as he is, your cunt already glistening with need.

“Just need my desert, babydoll,” Jack informs you as he dips down to cover your lips with his. You huff a laugh and roll your eyes as you make out lazily with him, your eyelids only half open.

His fingers quickly find your soaked folds, and you moan into his mouth as he dips two fingers into your heat, and then brings them up to circle your clit. Your hips buck up, chasing the friction of his calloused fingers as your orgasm approaches before you know it.

It sneaks up on you, and Jack can tell the second you begin to focus on getting to that point. He increases his speed and applies more pressure simultaneously. Your whines are caught in his mouth as he continues to devour you, his tongue slipping between your lips to explore.

You slide one of your hands to his ass, and the other to grasp his hair, squeezing both places as you come. Jack groans into you as you knead the globe of his ass.

“Tha’s it, darlin,” he says, pulling away from your mouth. A string of spit connects the two of you, but neither of you have the energy to care. “Doin’ so good. Gonna let me fill this little cunt up?”

You slowly nod at him, your eyes closed completely at this point. Jack smiles and places a gentle kiss on your forehead before notching himself at your entrance.

He glides in easily thanks to your previous orgasm, and you both moan as he bottoms out almost immediately.

“‘S good, Jack,” you slur, your hands finding each other on his back to hold together.

“S’ do you, sugar,” Jack makes a point to tell you as he begins to pump in and out of you. He groans and lowers himself down so that he can rest his head next to yours, closing his eyes and focusing purely on the tight heat of your cunt around his cock.

Both of your movements are sloppy and slow, but neither of you mind. You’re too weighed down by the feast you had both endured for dinner, sex and sleep being the only things on your schedule for the foreseeable future.

You listen to the sound of Jack’s stuttered breathing and the squelch your cunt makes with every lazy thrust.

The two of you reach the edge at the same time, quicker than usual. Jack brings a hand to your clit again, making gentle passes.

You both climax at the same time, moans spilling from your mouths and into each other’s ears. Everything feels euphoric in the way that it’s like a dream, your body floating and the scenery around you fading away.

Jack’s spend christens your walls as he finishes before he pushes it out with his last few thrusts.

Neither of you say a word when you’re done, both of you half asleep anyway. Jack just pulls out of you, walks the few steps to the bathroom, and comes back with a cloth to clean you up with.

Once he’s done, he simply tosses the cloth onto the floor and climbs back into the bed behind you, placing another kiss on your head before tucking you to his warm body.

You’re both asleep before another minute passes.

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#pedro pascal #fan fiction #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal smut #fluff #jack daniels smut #jack daniels #jack whiskey daniels #agent whiskey #jack daniels x reader #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey x you #jack daniels fanfiction #jack daniels fluff #food coma #wifeys christmas countdown #christmas

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pedroshotwifey · 5 months

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Christmas Countdown Day 7 - Christmas Lights

Mess Up

Pairing: Husband!Jack Daniels x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, established relationship, angst, past family trauma (not with Jack), hurt/comfort, communication, healthy relationship, Jack is the best husband, anxious reader, fluffiest fluff I've ever written, preggo reader, forehead kisses, gentle giant jack, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Jack comforts you after you spiral into past traumas. Aka: Jack being a good husband.

A/N: This fic was supposed to contain filthy smut with a different pedge boy, but wifey had a sad day so...here we are 🫠 Also, seven consistent days?? What?? Go Wifey!!

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You look at the stack of plastic boxes piled up in the middle of the living room. A mixture of gray, purple, and transparent blue bins filled with various ornaments, wall decor, and table accessories. A pile of black trash bags filled with garland lays hap-hazardly next to them. Jack must have gotten them down from the attic before he left for work this morning.

You had asked him the day before to do that for you. Usually, you could do so yourself, but considering you’re eight months pregnant, you figured it probably wasn’t the best idea–not that Jack would ever have let you do it anyway.

It’s been a bit boring around the house lately since Jack’s been working extra hours. He’s been insistent on putting a bit more work in so the two of you can fatten up your savings account for when the baby gets here. That way, as he says, there will be more opportunity for him to stay home with you after you give birth.

He’s so thoughtful, always thinking ahead about what’s best for you and the baby in the long run. You have no idea how you got so lucky.

You smile to yourself, shaking your head as you go to pry the lid off of the bin at the top of the stack. A small sticky note sits on top of it, and you smile as you immediately recognize the handwriting.

Should be home early today. I Love you little Mama, have a good day.

P.S.: Don’t overwork yourself!

- Your Jackie

You smile giddily as you stare at the loopy writing, full of love.

***

You have most of the decor up within a few hours; all that’s left is decorating the tree.

You pick up a strand of lights out of a gray bin and look up at the tip of the tree with a scowl. You hate putting the first strand up alone. When Jack’s here, you always make him do it since he’s a good bit taller than you.

You look around the room, trying to find something you can use to step on or lift the lights up. Your eyes land on a chair in the dining room. Perfect.

You drag the chair over the base of the tree and take a step back, making sure it’s lined up with where you need to be. There’s no way you’re climbing up onto that thing just for it to be in the wrong spot.

It looks about right.

With a little grunt work–and a lot of maneuvering around your massive belly–you manage to get your knees on the seat, and from there, you stand up the rest of the way. You smile proudly as you look at the top of the tree, which is now only a couple inches taller than you. You feel almost rebellious, as stupid as that may sound.

You reach up and begin to loop the first bit around the top. Just as you get it secured, you hear a faint jingling sound coming from the front hall. Your face lights up. Your husband is home.

Maybe you’ll make him do this part afterall. Your arms ache and you’re already almost out of breath from holding them up above you for so long. Letting them down, you balance the rest of the strand down on empty branches so it won’t fall.

“I’m home, darlin’, " Jack calls as he steps through the door.

“I’m in here,” you call back excitedly. You can’t wait for him to see what you’ve spent your day doing.

You turn around in the chair and face toward the living room entrance, waiting for him so you can see his reaction. He steps into the room and you smile widely at him, only to be confused when his mouth drops open just slightly. He looks upset, and your stomach drops.

“Hey!” He barks quickly. “Wh-what the hell do you think you’re goddamn doin’?” He suddenly bolts toward you and lifts you by your underarms to bring you to the floor. You’re back on your feet before you can even register what happened.

You’re taken aback at his loud tone and rushed actions, a small hurt settling deep in your chest before you can stop it. You look up at him with a frown, disappointed in yourself for making him unhappy, for making him use a tone like that in the first place. He never raises his voice at you.

Your eyes are watering even though you’re still confused, your lip quivering as you look ashamedly up at him. Does he not like the decorations? Were you supposed to wait until he got home to start? Did you mess up?

He looks almost angry, and the thought is enough to send a pang of panic and regret throughout your entire body. You messed up. You messed up, you messed up.

You’re suddenly set back to your teenage years again. Back to feeling tiny and pathetic as people tell you how annoying you are, how you can’t ever do anything right, how you’re nothing more than a childish inconvenience.

You see your father, ignoring you as usual, only talking to you to complain about something or another. Your mother, drunk, ready to spill her nightly sob-story because she’s the only one allowed to have one. Your grandma, telling you to stop being such a crybaby because she doesn’t understand that you hurt and you just want a break.

You see yourself, forced to take it all, bottle it up, and never complain. Back to having to act happy for the sake of others, but not too happy, because then you’re on everyone’s nerves. Back to trying your hardest through it all to be patient, understanding, and kind, because if you’re anything less than that, you’re a spoiled brat.

Back to feeling worthless, hating yourself, messing up.

You open your mouth to say something–you’re not sure what–but all that comes out is a pathetic blubber as your tears spill over.

Jack’s eyes widen as he realizes what he’s done.

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” he says, holding you close to him. “I’m so sorry baby, you know I didn’t mean to snap at you,” you can hear the shame in his voice, but all you can think is I did this, it’s my fault, I messed up.

His arms are wrapped tightly around you as you sob into his chest.

All of your emotions feel heightened with your pregnancy, and thinking about your childhood was finally the thing to set you off. Jack is well acquainted with your past, but you still wish he didn’t have to see you breaking down over it like this.

You know that he didn’t mean it, and that’s why you’re so frustrated with yourself. He’s never treated you like that. Never has, never will. You take in a few shuddering breaths as you think about that fact.

He rubs soothing circles on your back and mutters genuine little sorry’s and uplifting praises to you as you try to reign it all in. After a moment, your breath starts to even out and your tears stop flowing so aggressively. You hold onto him but lean back so you can look into his eyes, full of concern.

“‘M sorry,” you say quietly, still feeling a wave of shame. He tuts and softly shakes his head at you before smoothing your hair down.

He kneels down on one knee in front of you and takes his stetson off before sliding both of his hands up to cup your cheeks. His brows are furrowed and he has a look of sincerity that makes your heart skip a beat.

“No, baby,” he says, looking at you adoringly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’a raised my voice at you just ‘cause I got scared. You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry ‘bout, sweet thing.” he assures you sincerely. “You jus’ need to be a little more careful now is all.”

“Tha’s my baby in there,” he reminds you, nodding to your stomach. “’s very important to me to know that both of my girls are safe while I’m gone.”

You muster up a smile and nod at him, appreciating that he’s taking the time to make sure you know what he’s thinking. He smiles warmly back at you.

“I am sorry, though, I don’t know what I was thinking,” you apologize through the lump still partially lodged in your throat. You avoid eye contact as you say it, but you know he can see right through you–can see exactly where your head is stuck right now.

“I swear you didn’t mess up, baby. You’re doing everything right. My perfect girl. You know that?” he asks, lifting his brows to emphasize his point.

You sniffle a bit and nod at him. You don’t know how your love for him continues to grow so much every day.

“I really ain't mad at you, angel, I’ll never be mad at you.” He smiles wider at you and strokes your cheek with his thumb.

You nod at him again, leaning into his hand.

He sits up just enough to plant a delicate kiss on your forehead, and then on your lips, lingering there as if he could pour all of his love into you through such an action. When he pulls back, you have a genuine smile on your face.

“Alright, pretty little Mama,” he says, letting a hint of humor into his tone. “Let’s get the rest of them lights up for ya.”

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Christmas Countdown Day 21 - Christmas Movies

What to Watch

Pairing: Husband!Marcus Pike x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Word count: 863

Tags/Warnings: no warnings, just fluff! no use of y/n or reader description other than her being preggo, sweet nicknames, sweet feels, reader and Marcus have two kids, good dad marcus pike, stuff im forgetting

Summary: Marcus never fails to save the day

A/N: This is a cute one! I love the family dynamic when it comes to Pedro characters. Maybe it stems from the fact that I want to give him ten kids. Hope you enjoy this Christmasy fluff!

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You’ve been trying to get a movie started for half an hour now.

It’s a Friday night—family movie night. It’s the last Friday before Christmas, so everyone’s decided to watch a holiday movie. Unfortunately, Marcus is running late, and neither of your children can agree on something to watch.

“Honey,” you start, trying to reason with your daughter. “How about we watch Thomas’s movie tonight, and then tomorrow, we’ll watch another?”

Louisa crosses her arms as she pouts, looking absolutely pissed for a seven year old.

“But Mama, I want to watch my mov–”

“I want the train!” Thomas interrupts her whinilly. You sigh, watching as your four year old’s outburst causes another round of bickering.

Frankly, even though your daughter is dead-set on watching Barbie in the Nutcracker, you agree that it sounds better than The Polar Express. It may be a classic, but it’s always creeped you out.

Your strategy right now though is to try to convince your daughter to do the ‘big sister thing’ and let her younger brother have his way just for tonight.

“Alright, guys,” you say gently after a moment, attempting to slow their arguing. You have no idea what to do to convince either one of them at this point. “How abou—”

Just then, the door opens, and your entire body sags with relief. It’s almost comedic, the way you hadn’t realized you’d been so tense.

“Daddy!” the kids yell in unison, already making a dash for the front door. Despite your stress, you smile as you hear an ‘oof’ that must be from Marcus getting pounced on by two children.

You come in a few seconds after them, one hand balanced on your protruding stomach as you lean against the doorway. Marcus has already dropped his work things to kneel down and embrace his kids.

“Hello my angels, have you been good for your mother today?” He glances up at you with a knowing look, having heard all about their behavior today over text. They’ve been rowdy since they got off school for Christmas break, but you can’t blame them.

You’ll admit that you love how exciting this time of year is for them, even if it means they’re a bit naughty. The magic won’t last forever, afterall.

You bite your lip to conceal a laugh as Thomas and Lou give each other a knowing look of their own. At least they can agree on something. Marcus hms thoughtfully as he starts to stand.

“Let me give your mother a kiss, and then we can talk about what to watch,” he says, rubbing both of their heads.

You smile and take a step toward your husband to wrap your arms around him. He grabs your hips gently as he gives you a soft kiss.

“You’re doing so good, Momma,” he says just loud enough for you to hear. “Why don’t you let me deal with this while you go sit down for a minute.”

You smile at him gratefully, breathing in his scent as he embraces you.

“Thank you,” you whisper, planting a kiss on his cheek before pulling away to track back into the living room.

As you sit, you close your eyes and focus on Marcus talking to your children. He’s such a good dad, you have no idea how he does it.

It’s not long before the three of them are trailing in behind you, the kids snuggling up with you as Marcus takes The Polar Express out of its case and puts it into the DVD player.

He gets it set up and presses play before toeing his shoes off and sliding behind you on the couch, near the armrest. He gently tugs you back so that you’re tucked comfortably against him, the children resting on you as you stroke Lou’s hair and Thomas’s back.

Marcus slides his arms around you, linking his hands above your belly and slightly under your swollen breasts to alleviate some pressure. You sigh, relaxing further into him.

You tilt your head back slightly as the movie begins, giving Marcus a lingering kiss.

“How did you do it?” you whisper with a slight giggle. You feel him shrug behind you.

“Just told them we would watch both movies tonight.”

You shake your head and huff a laugh through your nose. You both know neither of them have the energy to even stay up for the duration of one.

Thomas is already snoring within about ten minutes, and Lou is well on her way. Halfway through the movie, Marcus carefully gets up and carries them individually to their rooms.

“Poor guys are exhausted,” he laughs, dipping down to slot your lips against yours again. You chuckle in agreement. It’s been a long day of bickering.

You’re about to open your mouth to speak when Marcus scoops you up just like he had your children, making you squeal as quietly as you can as you wrap your arms around his neck.

He carries you bridal style to your room and lays you down on the bed before getting in next to you. Tucked within his loving embrace, you’re out like a light quicker than the kids were.

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Christmas Countdown Day 12 - Javi G.

Experiments

Pairing: Javi G. x afab!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, anal sex, anal fingering, drug use (THC edible), < idk how that actually works but I tried by best lmfao, nicknames (baby, carino, hermosa), paddington 2 honorable mention, stuff im forgetting

Summary: You and Javi get a chance to try out some new stuff

A/N: Don't know if I really like this one tbh. I found it kinda hard to write for Javi G. and it was rly late and I was tired and I'm making excuses, but, like. yeah. Hope y'all like it anyway! Tmw's prompt is snuggling, and I don't know what pboy I'll be writing for that one yet, so feel free to leave a suggestion!

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“Babe,” you drag out through a laugh. “Quit smiling!”

Javi attempts to obey your request, but only ends up smiling wider, a laugh of his own bubbling up in his throat.

The two of you are sitting on the bed naked, you on his thighs, placing an edible on his stuck-out tongue. You’ve already popped a tab in your mouth, now just waiting for it to dissolve.

Paddington 2 is playing on low volume on the TV in the corner, but neither of you are paying much attention to it.

You giggle as you finally get the tab to stick to Javi’s tongue, and he closes his mouth before leaning forward to plant a kiss on your lips. You sigh into him, placing your hands on his shoulders.

Javi looks you warmly in the eyes and runs a hand through your hair when you pull away.

“You ready, hermosa?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” you grin back.

The two of you have had this conversation a few times before, but today just seems like the perfect day to go through with it. Neither of you have plans tomorrow, so you have all night to act out your deepest fantasies. Might as well do it with some THC.

You lift yourself off of his lap and position yourself so that you're on your elbows and knees in front of him.

“Fuckkk, baby,” Javi drags the words out. “So fucking sexy. Let me see your pretty holes,” he instructs you as he leans over to get the bottle of lube out of the nightstand drawer.

You follow his request, quickly reaching behind you to spread your cheeks, revealing both your virgin asshole and your glistening pussy lips.

“Damn it,” he groans from behind you, positioning himself on his knees. “Perfect fucking ass, baby.”

You squirm and have to hold in a whine at his praise, your mind already going a bit hazy as the drugs start to kick in. There’s a studden snap from behind you, making you flinch.

“No, ‘s okay, carino. Just gonna get you ready for me.”

You nod into the sheets and close your eyes, jolting when a cold substance starts to drip down your crack.

“Feels so weird,” you say, words tumbling out without your permission. Javi chuckles as he snaps the lube back up and sets it down.

“I know, baby. Just relax for me.”

Suddenly, Javi has a finger at your hole, gently spreading lubrication around the tight ring of muscle. He applies a bit of pressure, and the tip of his finger slips in with ease. There’s barely anything there yet, but you can already see the appeal.

“‘S good,” you slur into the sheets, your eyes still closed.

“That’s good, baby, jus’ tell me if it’s too much.”

Even Javi’s words are starting to sound a bit muffled, though that’s partly because he’s starting to feel the effects of the drug as well. He slides the rest of his finger in and starts to pump it in and out.

You moan as he curls the digit slightly and it hits a heavenly spot within you, your brows scrunching as your jaw goes slack. You buck back into him, already craving more.

“Gonna put another one in, okay?” Javi asks, leaning over slightly to get closer to you.

“Mkay,” you say, moving your hands so that you can grip the bed sheets. Javi Immediately takes over holding you open by gripping onto one cheek.

“There’s a good girl, doing so good for me, hermosa,” he assures you as he slips another finger in.

Soon enough, he’s able to keep three fingers inside of you comfortably. You’re a whining, moaning mess beneath him, but he’s almost just as bad with the noises he’s making.

Without warning, he moves the hand holding your asscheek down and between your legs, quickly finding your neglected clit and making you gasp. He rubs fast circles, causing you to keen and buck your hips.

Your brain feels like complete mush between the THC and the euphoria Javi’s producing. Every swipe of his fingers in your ass makes you groan and push back into him, so with the combination of your clit being touched, your orgasm is quick to approach.

Before you can warn him, a wave of pleasure is wracking your body as your cunt convulses around nothing. Javi picks up speed as he fingers your ass, muttering praises as you ride out your orgasm. You think you might be drooling a bit, but you don’t care enough to check.

“Alright, ‘m gonna fuck this little ass now,” Javi says as he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you gaping slightly. You nod at him, making a non-committal but somehow affirmative sound.

He doesn’t waste another moment before lubing up his throbbing cock, tugging on himself a few times to warm it up for you.

He notches himself at your entrance, groaning as he slips his tip in.

“So good, baby, so fucking tight.”

“More,” you whine, reaching one hand behind you to attempt to grasp him. He laughs lightly at you, prompting you to giggle as well, only for you to be cut off with a moan as he feeds more of his cock into your ass.

You cry out when you feel his pelvis touching your ass, and he leans over you to let out a loud groan. He’s already sitting at that spot that makes you squirm, so there’s immediately a dull excitement low in your abdomen as you wait for him to move.

And he does, not a few seconds later. He’s slow as he pulls his hips away from you, dragging his cock along your walls, and then he slams back in, almost knocking the wind out of you. He keeps up a brutal pace, grunting and moaning as he grips your hips tightly.

You fold your arms under your head, trying to control the sounds you’re making with no success.

“‘S so g-good, Javi,” you say through a whine.

“I-I know, baby,” he says, sounding just as wrecked. “‘M already so fucking close. T-Tight little asshole feels so good.”

You move one hand down and start to rub at your clit, determined to come at the same time as him.

“Fill me up, baby,” you slur out. Javi whines in response, his pace picking up which makes you sink your front end deeper into the sheets. Your entire body feels heavy, and you’re grateful Javi is holding you by your hips so you don’t fall completely.

You feel a coil low in your belly, tightening and getting ready to snap. Every nerve feels raw, and your body feels like it’s getting warmer with every thrust from Javi and each pass of your fingers.

“C-Come with me now, hermosa” Javi spits out, his cock already twitching in your ass. The soft movement sets you off, and you begin to come again. Your ass tightens slightly around Javi, which triggers his orgasm, and he comes with a shout, filling you with hot ropes of his cum.

You gasp for air as you ride out your orgasms together, your movements going slower but sloppier at the same time. As soon as you’re both finished, you collapse, Javi coming down with you.

He slips out of you, which makes you whine. You can already feel his release dribbling out of your used hole and down to your untouched pussy. He finds a spot next to you on his stomach, his face next to yours.

Panting for breath, you stare each other in the eye, and then you start to giggle. What for, you have no idea, but you’re both cackling messes before long.

You scootch toward him slightly, ignoring the dull pain coming from your lower body. Your vision is slightly blurry, but you’re close enough to find his lips. You make out like a couple of teenagers for what seems like hours, but is actually only a few minutes.

After your lips start to feel numb, you separate, and you somehow have enough of a conscious mind to turn around and look at the clock. The numbers are too blurred for you to make them out, but you’re pretty sure you can make out a 3:02 if you squint hard enough.

When you turn around to make Javi get up and check for you, he’s already snoring. You smile and put your head back down, dozing off within less than a minute.

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Christmas Countdown Day 9 - Holiday Baking

Holiday Baking

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, blowjobs, oral sex (m), degrading nicknames (slut), but also sweet ones (baby), Dieter being a menace, drug use (smoking weed but just D), kinda sub reader, Dieter has dick piercings (sorry I couldn't stop it), housewife kink (kinda stuff im forgetting

Summary: You thank Dieter for staying out of your way in the kitchen. (I'm so sorry I'm this awful at summaries)

A/N: Struggling all around rn guys, but I'm really trying to keep this challenge up. Please leave comments/likes if you enjoy it because it helps so, so much in terms of motivation. Thank you for reading either way <3

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“Dee!” you bark sharply. “You better get your stoned ass away from that pie!”

Dieter jumps away from the counter, not realizing you had stepped into the kitchen. He looks at you with his lips parted, a surprised expression on his face.

“I was just…” he trails off and squints his eyes, obviously searching for an excuse. “...watching it.”

You stare at him with an incredulous look. He’s always been a terrible liar–even when he’s not high off his ass.

“Watching it..” you repeat slowly, observing as he begins to back further away from the pie.

“What exactly were you watching for?” you ask in a tone that suggests it better not to answer.

“Uhhh… worms.” Clearly, Dieter did not get the memo.

You roll your eyes and let out a long sigh.

“Tell you what, Dee,” you say. “If you can sit there on that stool until I’m done making this last one, I’ll give you a treat.”

His eyes light up at the word ‘treat’, and his mouth stretches into a goofy smile. He sways slightly as he walks over to the stool you had nodded at, taking a seat so that he can watch you work.

“Thank you, Dee,” you smile at him, shaking your head at the strange being that is Dieter.

After putting some Christmas music on to set the mood, you tied up your apron and got right to work with rolling dough. Within about 45 minutes, you had completely assembled it and stuck it in the oven.

After you shut the oven door, you turn around to look at Dieter, who is already leveling his hungry gaze on you. There’s a tent in his sweatpants, which is partially covered by his hand. It almost looks as though he’s been squeezing his cock to alleviate some pressure.

He’s sobered up a bit now, but it’s pretty obvious that he’s still mildly affected by the weed he had smoked earlier.

“What’s got you so worked up, baby?” you ask with a smirk.

You know good and well why he’s hard as a rock and practically panting. He’s had to sit there and watch you flit around the kitchen with your cute little apron on over your cute little dress.

He doesn’t answer you, instead opting to slide his hand over his dick again, biting his lip as he does so. You wipe your hands off on your apron as you start to walk his way, deciding to put him out of his misery.

You sink down to your knees in front of him, ignoring the coolness of the tile as he whimpers at you in anticipation. You hold eye contact as you reach behind you to untie your apron.

“No, wait!” Dieter stops you quickly. “Leave it, please,” he says, uncaring about his outburst. He licks his lips as you stare up at him.

“Whatever you want, Dee,” you say sweetly, brushing your cheek on his thigh.

You let your hands slowly trail up to grasp the band of his boxers before lowering to expose his cock and balls. He’s long and thick, a row of piercings lining his shaft and making him more reactive.

“So big, baby,” you breathe, reaching a hand up to grasp the base of his dick. He groans when you lean forward to press a gentle kiss to his hyper-sensitive tip, already flushed a deep shade of red.

He lifts a hand to thread his fingers through your hair, not pushing you just yet, but establishing the fact that he’s there and has some semblance of control. Encouraged by the light pressure, you stick your tongue out to kitten-lick at one of his piercings, making him hiss and buck his hips.

“Fuck—Stop b-being such a tease,” he says, giving your hair a small tug. You look him in his slightly hazy eyes and smile at him, ignoring his request.

You glide your hand up and down his smooth shaft once, twice, before guiding him ever so slightly toward your mouth. You wrap your lips around the very tip and close your eyes as you suck, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum.

“Tha’s it baby, jus’ keep doin’ that” Dieter praises as he leans his head back.

You smile around him and let a pool of saliva build up in your mouth before un-suctioning your lips to let it drip down him. You pull away, a string of spit connecting you to his cock as you expose his wet tip to the cool kitchen air.

He whimpers again, and you use your hand to smear the lubricant all over his shaft with a light fist. Not quite giving him the satisfaction that would come with having him down your throat, but almost like a tease, a promise of what’s to come.

“Feel good, Dee?” you ask, already leaning back toward him to lick up his length.

He makes a groggy but affirming sound, straightening his neck to be able to look at you again. His eyelids are heavy, his plush lips parted as he watched the erotic scene unfolding right in front of him.

You slowly, one by one, suckle on all three metal bars lining the underside of his cock. His grip in your hair gets tighter with each one, only prompting you to go faster, desperate to have the weight of him on your tongue.

You don’t wait another second before you do just that, sliding him into your mouth and bobbing your head, taking a bit more of him each time. Dieter lets out a guttural groan as you maintain eye contact, only wincing once he hits the back of your throat.

“Yeah, jus–ungh–like th-that,” he spews, struggling to keep his eyes open. “G-good little s-slut.”

You whimper, feeling your panties dampening to the point where they are sticking to your slick cunt. You ignore the feeling for now, though. RIght now it’s about Dieter.

This time when he prods the back of your throat, he holds you down, letting you choke and convulse around him while he moans wildly. He holds you there until he knows you can’t take it anymore before yanking on your hair to bring you off of him.

Even more sober now, he hops off the stool, his dick swinging in front of your face until he grabs it with his free hand to steady it. He slaps it against your cheek once as he watches you struggle for air.

You gasp for breath, only getting about half of what you need before he’s pushing you back on, taking over completely. You allow him to do so, surrendering to him as you do so often.

“Yeah, there you go, good little cock slut, take me so good,” Dieter allows whatever pops into his filthy mind to tumble out of his even dirtier mouth. He uses both hands now to grip your face as he thrusts into you and pulls you forward and back.

You brace your hands on his thick thighs, trying to keep your eyes open and on him. It takes about a dozen more thrusts before he’s starting to stutter his movements, his moans growing louder and more frequent.

He stills and pulls you tight to him, forcing you to swallow his cum as he spurts it deep into your throat. You focus on breathing through your nose as he uses you to prolong his pleasure, groaning above you.

“S’ f-fuckin’ good, such a fuckin’ mouth on you.”

You shiver at both his praise and the lack of oxygen. After he’s done and sure that all of his seed has spilled into you, he pulls his softening cock from your mouth, letting you catch your breath.

You lean back on your haunches and look up at him with a smile as he tucks himself back into his sweatpants. Once he’s secured, he reaches a hand out to help you up, getting you to your feet and immediately slotting his lips against yours.

Just then, the oven beeps, signaling that your pie is finished. You pull away from him and sigh in feigned annoyance, not ready to rejoin reality just yet.

“Guess I should probably re-wash my hands,” you joke.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good Idea,” Dieter says, giving you a slap on the ass as you walk past him. “Unless you were in need of some secret sauce.”

You playfully roll your eyes again.

“Get out of my damn kitchen, Dee.”

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