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geminixevans-stan · 7 months

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Better Than Before

Summary: Bucky wants to erase every disappointing, unsatisfying experience you've had, starting with your first time. He plans on making sure this time is better than anything you ever had before.

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x Reader

CW: Smut, Oral (fem rec), praise kink, hint of overstimulation kink, minors dni.

WC: 3.7k

AN: Beta'd by the lovely @flordeamatista.

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“You know that means you’re still a virgin.”

His brazen remark coasts over the top of his bottle nestled in his right hand. Avoiding his perceptive gaze, you rest your head against his headboard and fight the urge to fidget across the sheets. God, you should have kept your mouth shut, should have known that he’d keep pulling on that thread until the truth came out, leaving you raw and exposed.

Bucky wraps his fingers around your ankle, tugging once, twice. “None of that shit counts, you know that.”

Maybe.

Still, it doesn’t mean you know what to say or how to handle this—another tug interrupts your musings, instead your mind focuses on the feel of his hand smoothing over your ankle. A small, unworried part of you wonders why such rough, calloused fingers feel so good, so right on your skin.

You shake the wayward thoughts off with a stern reminder that Bucky is your roommate–just your roommate.

Not dropping your gaze from the TV across the room, you wonder if it would be easier to roll over and pretend to sleep until he gives up.

But this is Bucky.

He’s persistent.

And he’s firmly stuck on the whole orgasm thing. Or lack thereof.

And you’re in his room which makes escaping this conversation difficult. Freeing your ankle, he nudges your thigh with the end of his cold bottle, the wet condensation makes you flinch.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

You’re not getting out of this.

Sighing, you loll your head onto your shoulder, eyes flicking down to his. “Pretty sure that’s not how that works, Bucky. I’ve had sex.”

He hums in his throat, dismissing your statement. He’s sprawled across his half of the sheets, one leg bent causing the end of his shorts to ride up, exposing his thick thigh. Your eyes drawn to the muscles flexing as he stretches. The low thrum of the tv swallowed by the deafening silence pulsating between you.

Bucky takes a slow slip, polishing off the rest of his beer, intense blue eyes never leaving your face. The longer he stares, giving you that look, the warmer you get, heat fanning down your chest and settling between your thighs. You want to squeeze them together, needing to relive the ache unfurling inside you. A part of you knows if you do, he’ll know exactly what he’s doing to you.

What he’s been doing to you for the past month.

It’s hard to tell the exact moment things changed between you and your roommate. But it's there. An unspoken thing that takes up more space than his hockey gear scattered across his floor.

Maybe it was around the time he kicked your ex out after a particularly nasty fight or the night he held you when you finally got rid of the jackass.

“C'mon plum, I know what you need,” he said, his eyes warm and empathic, not an ounce of pity to be found. He brought you to his room, gathered all two of his pillows and his blanket, wrapped you up, and made you watch every Fast and Furious movie he own, the two of you spent the entire night debating the physics of a branch being able to support a car until you fell asleep.

The next week, you made him watch your favorite chick flicks. He retaliated with a series of horror movies that left you both uneasy.

Tonight it’s John Wick.

The low bass floating from the speakers goes unnoticed. You’re not sure how the conversation led to this point. A casual question about if you’re going out tonight led to you scoffing that you didn’t feel like being disappointed again, he wrangled the truth out of you so slyly that you didn’t realize what you were admitting to until your confession spilled out, splattering between you.

Too late to go back now.

“Like I said.” A smile flits across his pink lips, his tongue peeking out to catch a wayward drop before it slips away. Your eyes follow the slow, languid movements, his lips parting again. “If you didn’t enjoy it, if you don’t cum so hard you can’t hear for a good five seconds afterward, it doesn't count. Therefore You. Are. Virgin.” His words are emphasized by a squeeze on your calf.

There’s a finality to his words like he’s never been more certain of anything in his life. In his eyes, it's a goddamn travesty that your loser of an ex couldn't do the bare minimum of getting you off.

He’s not wrong.

It definitely felt like it at the time. A few hasty, uncoordinated thrusts, one was it good for you, already on his side and half asleep before you could even think to answer. It became a pattern after that, one that left you unsatisfied, wondering if it was your fault while investing in toys that almost made up for his lack of attention.

Another cold nudge brings you back to the present. Raising your brows, you glance at Bucky out of the side of your eye. “What?”

He looks at you, something heady and indiscernible in his deep blue eyes. It makes your stomach drop and twist. A lazy smirk pulls at his lips, stretching across his bearded face.

“I could change that. I’ll be your first Plum.”

You must have misheard. You blink. Slowly. His smirk widens, the ya heard me evident in the way his gaze darkens. No, you did not. Turning your upper body, planting your elbow in the side of your pillow, you stare down at your roommate. “Huh?”

“Huh, she says.” He chuckles softly under his breath. Bucky reaches behind him, his teal henley stretching across his broad chest, outlining the ridges of muscles hidden beneath, a hint of his dog tags peek through the top as he sets his empty bottle on the nightstand with a dull clack. He drops down, grabbing your pillow from under you and pushing it under his head. “You heard me.”

Cheeky bastard.

You inhale a shaky breath, glancing away from him. Your heart is beating too fast, you don’t think you can handle this conversation any longer. Bucky moves to his knees, the bed dipping under his weight. Smooth, cool fingers encircle your ankle again, his thumb sweeping back and forth.

“If you want,” he starts the timbre of his voice, deep and smooth and casual as it sends a shiver down your spine, goosebumps prickling across your skin. “I’ll show you how you should be treated. How a real man fucks. I’ll give you a real first time and make it so good you’ll never think of anyone else but me again.” His hand lifts your leg, bringing you to his mouth, barely touching your calf but the warmth of his lips sinks into you like a tattoo. “If you let me.”

“I-” Your eyes widen, his drop to your chest, rising and falling, your nipples tightening, showing through the thin cotton of your shirt.

You want this. Everything in you wants this.

“Please let me.” It's the please that breaks you. His voice laced with desire and hunger for you. Followed by a slow sweep of his lips across your skin, chaining kiss after kiss up your thighs. A silent mantra imprinted by his lips.

Please.

He sets your foot back on the bed, sliding it up until your knee is bent. He moves up your body, his hands on either side of your stomach, kiss after kiss, easing your shirt up until he’s at your breasts. “Will you let me take care of you the way you deserve? Let me make you feel good.”

You nod, swallowing thickly.

The corner of his lips lifts. “Words Plum. Need to hear you say it.”

“I-yes.”

He lowers himself onto you, the warmth of his abs melts into your soft stomach, his erection presses into your skin, hard and heavy. Hands braced next to your head as he lowers his face until his lips are hovering over yours. “Words, Plum.” His voice travels across your skin, the slight brush of his lips teasing you. “Need to hear you say it. Say you want me. I’ll give you anything you, all you have to do is ask.”

The deep blue of his gaze pierces through you, he grins when you tentatively place your hands on the small of his back. “I want–want you Bucky.” He doesn’t move, his brow lifts expectantly, a burst of heat rushes to your cheeks when you realize what he’s waiting for, what he’s making you wait for. “Please fuck me,” you rush out before your nerves get the better of you.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he breathes out, his lips slamming into yours. A frantic glide of his mouth over yours, his tongue delving into your mouth.

Bucky wasn’t lying, he’s been craving to discover if you taste as sweet as you look. He is not disappointed. It’s not enough to satisfy his need for you but it takes the edge off his hunger.

His lips slot over yours, devouring you once, twice before slowly turning into something languid and sweet. Savoring your kiss, his hand slips down to the curve of your waist and he drags you into him. His erection hardening against the thin layers of cotton separating you from him.

Kisses chained down your face, across the smooth column of your throat, lacing down your chest as if he’s mapping his way across your body. Each press of his lips is a landmark he intends on coming back to again and again. His lips enclose around one taut nipple, gently scraping it between his teeth before sucking it into his mouth, his fingers plucking at your nipple, rolling it between his calloused fingers. “Bucky,” you choke out, a flare of pleasure shooting straight to your clit.

He kisses the growing wet spot on your panties, twisting them to the side to see your pussy, glistening and dripping. “This for me?” He murmurs, his greedy gaze skating up to your face. “Knew you’d be pretty everywhere Plum.” His praise sinks into your veins. His fingers curl under the band of your panties, easing them down your legs, he tosses them over his shoulder.

His eyes drop to your pussy.

“Been dreaming about this, Can’t believe I’m about to taste you,” he curses under his breath. You barely hear him over the dull roar in your ears, you don’t need to though, not with Bucky staring at your cunt like he wants to eat you whole. So he does. No warning. No teasing–he’ll save that for next time. He licks one thick stripe up through your folds.

“Oh–Bucky,” you keen, voice cracking as your back arches off the bed, your thighs clamp around his head.

His tongue is so warm and wet and oh god–fuck that feels so good–when he drags the tip of his warm, wet tongue around your clit in a dizzying circle only to flatten it and drag it up in one firm motion.

You don’t know if you want to cry out or grab the back of his head and beg for him to do that again.

You do both.

His name jumbled and broken on your lips. our heels dig into his back and you fist his hair, twisting the soft strands between your fingers as you roll your hips, pushing your pussy into his wicked mouth.

As good as it is for you, it’s even better for him.

You taste so sweet–he knew he was going to be addicted to you the second he saw you. He’s going to make up for every lackluster experience you’ve ever had and replace every disappointing memory with the ones he’s going to create for you.

Bucky is going to treat you the way you should have been. He’s been waiting for the opportunity to show you how good it would be if you were his girl.

Bucky slides his hands under your ass, lifting you to his face. He groans your name, the vibration of his deep voice sends another surge of sensations through you. Two fingers slip inside you, curling and thrusting to the frantic rhythm of his tongue. Pleasure winds tighter and tighter around you, dragging you down even as it borders on too much.

Buicky feels you clench around him, the sounds of your moans spurring him on, his eyes locked on your face, watching your expression as you fall apart. Your mouth falling open on a sharp cry, your body tensing as your orgasm spirals wildly throughout you.

This would be enough for you but Bucky isn’t done. Not when he has more to give you.

You feel the soft press of his lips on your pulsing clit and then he pulls back, cool air replacing the warmth of his mouth. His face is drenched, your slick clinging to his beard. He runs his thumb across his lips, licking you off of him with a debauched groan. Quickly getting rid of his shorts, his cock springs free, lightly slapping his stomach. "I’m clean but I can grab a condom if you want. Either way, I can’t wait to feel you around me.”

“I’m on birth control and clean too.” You glance down, pausing at his hand wrapped around the base of his cock. “I want–” Bucky watches your eyes widen as he slowly strokes his cock, your gaze following his hand up his thick, hard length to the swollen tip shiny with beads of precum and he gets painfully harder. “I want to feel you. Just you.”

“Grab the headboard,” he hoarsely demands. The second your fingers curl around the wooden frame, he’s tapping your sensitive clit with the head of his cock. Light jolts of sensations makes you whimper and he inhales sharply, eagerly anticipating all the ways he’s going to get you to make that sound again. “Ready for me plum?”

“No,” you laugh out. You don’t think you’ll ever be ready for him. “Pretty sure you’re about to ruin me.”

“Good, it’s only fair for what you’ve done to me,” he replies, pushing into you with a deep, sure stroke, filling you instantly. You’ll never forget the way his lips part on a quiet gasp, his eyes closing shut as your warm, tight walls surround him.

Your own gasp echoes in the room.

You are so full, so stretched, you’ve never been this full before, your lungs struggle to take in a breath. A slight burning spreads through you but it’s soon lost in the sensation of having him inside you.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” he tells you, resting his weight on his forearms. “I’ll wait as long as you need.”

He doesn’t move, holding himself above you. There’s no pressure, no worries that you’re taking too long or doing something wrong. The only way you know he’s affected is by the flush sweeping across his face, yet he doesn’t rush you, smiling down at you like he could wait forever. You swallow down the swell of emotion and taking a shaky inhale through your nose, you run your hands up and down his tattooed back, relaxing bit by bit around him until the sting fades, leaving only a faint pleasurable ache in its place. You tentatively rock your hips and–

Oh.

You do it again, taking more of him inside you.

Oh.

He’s so deep now. You didn’t think you could take him but now–now that’s all you want to do.

“I’m ready.”

Bucky eases out of you and immediately slams back into your pussy with a filthy, frantic swivel of his hips and you keen, unable to control the needy, indiscernible sound from spilling out. His pace escalates, and the wet slapslapslap of skin echoes in your ears.

A steady thread of pleasure winds inside you.

Bucky watches your face, waiting for you to tell him that he’s found what he's been looking for since his first stroke, his angle changing with every thrust.

“C’mon, c’mon Plum, give it to me, let me have it, fuck, let–” he groans, then his swollen head grazes over a sensitive spot just right and your eyes roll back, a sob crawling up your throat. “There it is, that’s my girl.” His pace getting faster, driving his cock deeper into your pussy. “Gonna learn what you like, gonna discover everything this pretty little pussy needs, and give it to you.”

Bucky bites your earlobe, groaning in your ear. “You want it fast and deep,” The bed creaking and groaning under your combined weights. He’s overwhelming your senses. Bucky is all you see. His cologne drifting around you. His warm, heavy weight on you. His soft, deep groans in your ear.

You’re so close, you can feel it wrapping around the base of your spine, thick, hot pressure mounting higher, threatening to pull you under again. “Yes yes,” you sob, grabbing his firm ass in your hands as he grinds deeper and deeper. “Fuck–”

“Mmmhm, don’t think I’m convinced Plum. Maybe you like it, slow and hard.” He pulls out until only the tip of him sits inside you, your walls clench down, trying to bring him back in

“Please,” you mindlessly beg, your fingers dig into his skin, desperately trying to pull him back down. No one has ever made you feel so incredible, you need him back inside you. You’d do anything he’d want right now. “‘m so close, please Bucky.”

“Yeah, you are,” he says, a smug tilt to his tone. “You’re going to cum all over my cock, I promise plum.” He slides back in, inch by inch by inch, a languid, lazy roll of his hips, ensuring you feel each smooth ridge stretching your silken walls, brushing over that soft, sensitive spot. “Just tell me how you need it.”

“I–shit, don’t stop,” you moan into the curve of his neck.

“I won’t. Not until you cum for me.” Bucky takes your hands in his, lacing his fingers through yours, the sweet gesture in dichotomy with the savage way he’s fucking you. “Gonna give you what you deserve plum.”

As the last word leaves his lips, your orgasm crashes into you, and blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, searing through your veins as its pulses deep in your belly.

Oh god, you get it now. It’s so good–he’s so good.

More than you expected. Tears leak out of your eyes, rolling down the sides of your face.

“One more,” breathed into the side of your throat, kissing your sweat-laced skin.

“I don’t know if I—”

“Yeah, you can. Don’t tell me you can’t when I can feel your pretty pussy gripping like she doesn’t want to let go. She needs this. Greedy little thing needs to cum again.” Bucky doesn’t slow down, without breaking his pace, he leans back and lets go of your hands, lifting your hips up. The sudden change prolongs your orgasm, another creeping up. “You got another for me. Play with your clit” he hoarsely demanded, his gaze torn between watching your pussy swallow his cock, glistening with your slick juices and your beautiful face contorted with pleasure.

“Good girl,” he praises when your fingers slide down your belly and sweep across your clit, fast circles that push you closer to your peak. “That’s my good fucking girl.

His hands slide up your back and he pulls you up until you’re sitting on his lap, your arms winding around his neck, you hold on dropping your forehead on his shoulder as he fucks up into your cunt. Bucky takes your chin in his hand, tilting your head back. “Look at me, let me see your pretty eyes.”

You struggle to pry your eyes open, clenching down at the sight of his darkened gaze, only a thin rim of blue visible in his lust-blown pupils. “You’re going to cum for me. Just one more and you’re gonna make a mess all over my cock. Bucky brings your face close to his and he grins. “Those other ones were yours but this one is mine and I want it.”

His voice, desperate and hoarse, tips you over the edge, only this one doesn’t slam into you like before, it creeps up on you, the knot unraveling slowly until you’re consumed. More tears spill out. A sob tears from your throat, and a litany of BuckyBuckyBucky rolls off your tongue.

“I got ya, I got ya pretty girl. That’s it, knew you could cum for me. S’proud.” Biting his lip, his chest heaving as you grip him so sweetly, he doesn’t want to stop fucking you, doesn’t want to pull out. Bucky is already making plans for you, one that involves keeping you wrapped around him for the rest of the weekend. In his bed, your bed, on the kitchen counter, and a few times in the shower.

He lets go, dropping his weight onto you, fucking you into the mattress. Bucky takes your chin, turning your face towards him, kissing you, warmth filling you as he cums, his hips jerking erratically once, twice. A small part of you preens—feeling him lose control is nearly as good as hearing him moan your name. Knowing you’re the one to do that to him is even better.

Bucky rolls over, taking you with him. His large hands sweep up and down your back. "How was that?" he asks genuinely.

“Incredible. That was–,” you blow out a breath, “better than I expected.”

He smiles softly. “Yes, you are, “ he murmurs, holding you close to his chest. “I had to go easy on you because it was your first time and all,” Bucky says, scrunching his nose. “Next time though, I won’t hold back.”

Your brows furrow and you gesture at your still-joined bodies. “That was holding back?” Bucky laughs, the rich sound vibrates through your chest. “Wait. No–you were holding back?

“There’s a lot of things I’m going to do to you. That was just a sample of what you can have. You have no idea what I’m capable of.” The hopeful glint in his expression steals your breath. “You will though. If you want me, I’m all yours. All you have to do is say yes and I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Yes, Bucky.” You don’t hesitate, not even embarrassed by how quickly it rolls off your tongue. It’s not every day that you have Bucky Barnes between your thighs and you’re not about to pass up the opportunity to be his girl. Crossing your arms across his chest, you look down at him and match his grin with your own. “But let's talk about this holding back thing. Because if that was you holding back, I’m pretty sure the next time is going to destroy me.”

He leans up, his hand curving around your jaw as he kisses you again. When he pulls back, there’s a cocky smirk pulling at his lips.

"Oh, I plan on it."

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geminixevans-stan · 7 months

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Sweetest Thing - 1

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female!Reader

Words: 4.5+k

Summary: When reader decides to start over, she moves to a new town hoping that she can make in the world on her own.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, nothing too bad, more world building than anything

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Just the thought of starting your new life was all the reason you needed to finally open your eyes. The sight of your room fills you with joy—you’d decorated it yourself, and spared no expense. The walls are painted a baby-soft pink, offset by the butter-soft white sheets that adorn your bed. Soft, sheer curtains blocked the rising sun on the other side of the wide window, beneath which was a plush window seat. You already made up your mind that this area would be for when you wanted to look out and take in the world without having to leave your home. Two small side tables accompanied each side of the bed, holding a small vase housing a plant that you are currently trying your very best not to kill.

When buying that particular plant, you knew that it would probably not last long. But you were determined to live on your own and take on the responsibilities of a proper homeowner. The warmth of your bed enveloped you like the bear hugs that your daddy used to give you. The feeling was so good that you decided that maybe thirty more minutes of sleep wouldn’t hurt.

… Or that was the intention.

The next time that you blinked your eyes open, the sun had finally shown its beautiful face through your curtains, and the faint noises of cars passing by indicated that everyone on your street was up. You sit up, rubbing the remnants of your satisfying sleep from your eyes, and raising your arms to stretch. The comfortable silence that you were striving for was here and you smiled at the realization.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed to slip your feet into the softness of your bedroom slippers, an item that you couldn’t leave without. Everything from your old life was dead and gone… except for those slippers. They were the last things that you received from your grandmother before her untimely passing. She was the only person, besides your dad, who really and truly wanted the best for you.

Victoria de Montfort was a name to be reckoned with in the world of fashion. She made such a name for herself that you suspect the generations following you will still be called fashion royalty. She was a powerhouse, her attention to detail in every stitch. She poured herself into each piece—that was something she’d taught you, too.

“Nothing means anything without love.”

After doing your morning hygiene routine of brushing your teeth, skincare, and a shower, you go downstairs and head straight for the kitchen. With you waking up so late, your stomach was saying some not-so-nice things to you and you needed food immediately. Another lesson that your grandmother taught you was to always keep a clean kitchen. No matter if you didn’t need to clean while you were still under your parents’ roof.

You lived a very wealthy life before this, and you know that naturally, anyone would wonder why you gave it all up. If anyone would outright ask you, they would think that they were part of a soap opera with all the drama that you had to endure. It took all the strength that you could muster to leave the comfortable life you’d known. But you weren’t happy—your mother, Nora, made sure of it. To her, you were just another link in the chain of the De Monfort family, and she’d groomed you to be the perfect heiress.

In a sick way, you had to thank her for being the evil woman that she was. If she hadn’t pushed so hard, you never would have decided to start your new life. With the constant bullying you’d endured from both your mother and brother, Caden, you had enough stories for your future therapist to write volumes. If they hadn’t pushed you away, you'd never have found yourself here— in Camden, Maine, living the life you’d thought you’d never have.

You step onto the tiled floor of your kitchen, standing there for a moment to take in the area as a whole. A wide kitchen island sits in the center of the room, and the counters are littered with your growing collection of silver appliances. The surfaces on the stove and counters gleamed beautifully in the sun, innocent of the future stains of your failed attempts to learn to cook and bake. Something that you couldn’t do because the De Montfort’s never lifted a finger.

Luckily for you, Grandma Victoria showed you a few recipes that stuck with you, ones that she would make for you when no one was looking. On mornings when it was just you and her, she would make the most sinful thing — a heaping stack of chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and a hot side of bacon. That was one secret that you were more than happy to keep from your own family.

The kitchen smelled just as it did when you were a little girl. The sweetness of the chocolate chips mixed with the syrupy sweet concoction of the maple bacon had your mouth salivating the entire time that they sizzled in the pan. You sit down at the table, setting it beforehand with your utensils and orange juice. You happily sit down with your plate in both hands, setting it on the table and saying a quick thanks before digging in.

Cutting into the pancakes is like a breath of fresh air, and you groaned with satisfaction when the familiar sweet taste touched your tongue. The mixture of flavors sent you back to your grandmother’s quaint kitchen table.

Whenever she had some time to herself, she would take impromptu “vacations” and would go off the grid, no one hearing a word from her.

But not you…

One vacation in particular was a week-long trip to Aspen. It called for heavy clothes at all times. The snow sparkled in your innocent eyes, nose moist as you tried to withstand the cold. You marveled at the pillows of soft ice on the ground, wanting to be one with it.

And so you were…

Without hesitation, you pulled off your bubble coat, tossing it on the ground as you fell back, feeling the instant coldness on your skin. You sigh in contentment, letting your joy fill you with warmth against the coolness. Bursts of laughter erupt from your lips, not paying attention to someone else watching you.

Victoria watched on, startled at first to see you doing something so ridiculous. But she warmed at the pure joy radiating from you and she could swear she saw her younger self lying in the same spot as you.

Her soft chuckle rouses you from your world, snapping up to see your grandmother with the most loving smile on her face. You tilt your head a bit, sure that you were in trouble but her face said something different, “You okay, Grammie?” You say in a confused tone.

She chuckles again, shaking her head, “More than, sweet bee, it’s like I’m looking at my younger self….”

As you enjoyed the most perfect breakfast, you couldn’t help but think of your grandmother and how proud she would be of you. To know that you got out and dared to start your path was something that you always wanted to do. Sure being wealthy had it’s perks but was that living?

One thing is for sure, you were going to find out and seek out a life that you could be proud of. As you begin to get lost in your thoughts, you hear a familiar sound coming from the kitchen island that held your phone. The ringtone only belonged to your one and only best friend, Thea. Your body moved before your feet could, rushing over to snatch your phone off the counter and answering quickly.

“Hello?” You answered, almost out of breath.

“It hasn’t been two days and you’re already whoring,” she says amused. You roll your eyes at her, eliciting that laugh that you missed so much.

“Yeah, yeah laugh it up. I haven’t even been out of this house yet to touch anything or anyone,” snickering as you looked at your friend who had a gleam in her eye, “What is it?” You ask, pulling a stool from the island and taking a seat.

A tremble formed on Thea’s lips and she continued to keep her eyes on you. You knew that she was getting emotional and before you could even say another word, she burst into tears. It didn’t take much for those salty drops of fluid to form in her eyes, Thea was just like that.

She was the most normal person in your life besides your grandmother. You two grew up together in the same circles. Although, her family were less… vapid than yours. Thea had been a breath of fresh air to your high-strung situation. You two were each other’s safe space and she was the only person that knew exactly where you were.

Everyone else knew that you were gone for some “you” time. That’s the story that your mother was pushing around since your untimely departure. You stare at the screen watching Thea’s eyes well with tears as she begins to talk super fast.

“It’sjusthtatyoudiditandi’msohappyforyou,” she says quickly, unable to form her words correctly as she bawled in front of you.

You were so used to her antics that you knew that you just had to let her go on with her spiel before you could get a word in.

“You’re doing it again! Slow down weirdo,” you chuckle as she lets out a watery laugh.

A smile forms on Thea’s lips as she grabs a nearby tissue to fix her face, “You know how I get. I’m proud of my friend! She finally got out of that castle with that evil dragon of a mother,” disgust on her tongue as she made a fake retching sound.

If anyone was a hater of Nora De Monfort, Thea would put them to shame. To say she loathed your mother was an understatement. If she met her untimely demise, Thea would plan an entire parade around your mother’s death.

And you can’t say that you wouldn’t be in attendance…

You and Thea talked on the phone for almost an hour. Catching up on the move, what you needed to do, and how her life was going. It was nice to know that she was slowly making a name for herself and getting comfortable with becoming a well-known socialite. The lights and fame were where Thea shined the most and she knew how to balance that life and still be her true self.

After you two caught up, you let her know that you had some errands to run and the first place on your list was to find a hardware store to add some more embellishments to your room. You were thinking of adding a small shelf above your bed to put some added Knick knacks, plants, or even pictures. It was whatever your heart desired and this was going to be your little project.

Pushing open the door of Everett Hardware Store, the ringing of the bell startled you a bit making you jump in alertness. A man with a weathered face, placed his eyes on you, freezing you in place. But it didn’t last for long as you were put at ease by the wide smile he gave you.

“Welcome to Everett Hardware! You don’t seem like you’re from around here and I should know,” he chuckles, never taking his eyes off you, “The name’s Jerry, little missy, what can I do for ya?”

“I’m looking for wood? I guess? I’m not sure…”

“Well, what do you need the wood for?”

“I’m trying to build a mantel to go over my bed. Something big enough that I can put some plants or little decor pieces,” you say with certainty. You were determined to do this for yourself.

Jerry furrows his brow in thought, a low sound coming from his throat, “Seems like a good maple wood would be good for that. You’ll go down to aisle 4 and if you want I can help pick out a nice maple for you.”

“That’d be great and can I ask another question, Jerry?”

“Shoot.”

“What would I need to do the mantel?”

Jerry’s eyebrows rose at that question, “A pretty lady like you? Doing her dirty work. Now I don’t think I can let that happen,” he says, folding his arms.

You stare at Jerry in confusion, “Hey! I can do it!”

“And I don’t doubt you can but, what you’re trying to do ain’t a one-person job. I tell you what, I know a guy that will have that mantel up in an hour… two if you’re trying to get fancy.”

“Well, I do have a little fancy about me,” you say, doing a slight curtsy that made Jerry erupt with laughter.

“Funny gal, We’ll get along just fine. Just as a new member in the community, we want to make sure our own is taken care of. You pay for the wood and I’ll have my guy come and get that fancy mantel of yours done in no time.”

“Oh no that wou-“ your words cut off before you could even finish them as you see Jerry put his hand up.

“Now I won’t hear another thing, little lady. Let’s get you something nice,” determination in his voice and he leads you to the aisle holding all sorts of wood.

He was just like your grandmother, stubborn and wouldn’t hear a thing from anyone who lent a helping hand too. That made you feel a little more at ease as you followed Jerry down the aisle, amazed at all the different types of wood and the sweet smell coming from the maple solidified the suggestion that Jerry made.

Your eyes landed on a thick piece, sturdy and looking heavy enough to hold just the right amount of things that you wanted to put on it. Taking a look at Jerry, you point up to the piece of wood high on the shelf, “I like that one. It speaks to me and that’s the only one I want,” you take a subtle gulp, not used to getting your way where it counted, you were ready for a rebuttal and you didn’t get one.

A gleam came into Jerry’s eyes as he did a deep chuckle, “You got a good eye, I’ll tell ya that! Would have been my pick too.”

The time at the hardware store was your first time paying for anything in your life. Usually, others did the shopping for you and it was refreshing to be able to pay for something that was all yours. You and Jerry found the right size of maple wood for the mantel and even bought some tools — just in case you were in the mood to fix other things in your house.

He helped you load everything in the car before mentioning someone by the name of Curtis would be stopping by to help with the mantel. You let out a sigh, shaking your head at him, “I swear I have it, Jerry. That’s too much.”

Jerry folds his arms, dead set on what he promised, “This ain’t up for discussion, little lady. Think of it as a welcome present from the town,” a small smile appearing on his lips, “It’s okay to get some help sometime. If you want, maybe Curtis will let ya help. Show you a few tips or two,” you could no longer decline the gesture.

“Okay… okay. I’ll let him come over. Under one condition…”

“I’m sure he can meet yer’ demands. What’s the condition?”

“He can’t say no.”

Jerry furrows his brow, unable to grasp what you just said, “He can’t say no… to what?”

“To anything. Not that I will ask him to do anything crazy. But that’s the rule,” you wanted to hide or disappear for making a rule. You didn’t know how this would play out but you were proud of yourself.

Jerry shrugged his shoulders, “Alright. I’ll let him know. Now if he’ll listen is the real challenge,” he chuckles, walking back to the store, pushing the door open, “Go easy on him will ya?”

“I’ll try my best,” your words caught in laughter as you waved goodbye and got back in your car. You take the scenic route back home, looking at all the places that Camden has to offer. Down the street from the hardware store was a cozy-looking coffee shop, small enough to fit enough people and you made a note to visit later. Maybe even tomorrow.

You take in the oranges, yellows, and golds for the leaves littering the streets, signaling the changing season. The noticeable change in temperature when you first got here was indicative that you may see some snow for the first time in ages. That puts a small smile on your face as you turn into the driveway, happy that you made it back home.

Home….home…

Something that you haven’t felt in a long time came back to you and all you could do was enjoy that moment for a while, lying your head back against the seat as you finally realize that you have a home of your own. Your place of peace.

Thunk

“Ouch..”

Thunk… THUNK!!

“OW!! Dammit!!” You screech out, dropping the hammer to the floor and you suck on your injured thumb. The stinging pain ran down the whole of your thumb, throbbing slowly as you tried to quell the discomfort. It was hour 2 of trying to put the mantel up and no YouTube tutorial in the world could help the obvious.

You were not a handy person…

Nor did you have enough manpower to get the job done. There was no way you would be able to hold a heavy piece of wood and drill it into the wall. At least that’s the excuse that you came up with. You got off the ladder, frustrated by the entire idea.

But one thing is for sure; you couldn’t be mad and hungry. You didn’t have the energy to attempt to cook anything so you decided that pizza or takeout would be the greatest choice. With a half-defeated spirit, you plop down on your couch and start to search for restaurants on your phone. There were a couple of pizza places that stood out as well as some Thai and Chinese places.

You were stuck on both but before you could make a choice, a ring at the bell startled you, making your head snap to the door. The figure on the outside covered the entire length of the door so you couldn’t get a good look at the person’s face. The bell rings again and you stay still, uncertain if you should answer or not.

“Maybe they’ll go away…” you thought to yourself, noticing some movement at your door before the person stood still again.

A ding coming from your phone fills the room and you jump, finding it behind you as you look to see what app went off or your weekly email from your dad that you don’t bother reading. Instead, you see a text message from an unfamiliar number reading.

It’s Curtis from the hardware store. Jerry told me to come over. Just wondering if you’re home.

“Shit!” You whispered loudly, running up to the door to swing it open. Curtis steps back, giving you a first look at him as you crane your neck up to look at him. He is… very tall with a clean buzz cut to match the neatly trimmed beard on his face. His plaid shirt spread over his expansive shoulders, a thin cotton shirt hugging the noticeable broad chest that could be a great pillow for someone.

Or you….

Nope! You couldn’t be thinking this way about a stranger, even if he looked like a warm hug and a piece of art. You have been staring at him for too long, the clearing of his throat snapped you back to reality and you finally could think, “Um, you’re Curtis? Jerry’s guy right?”

Curtis chuckled, adjusting his bag as he took a look at you, “Yeah I’m the guy. I help him out sometimes,” a smirk pulled on his lips as if he knew something you didn’t.

But it was no matter, you needed a mantel and you were going to let him do it, “So Curtis… Chinese or pizza?” You say as your stomach grumbles for something greasy, “Pick or I’m choosing both,” you look at him with a straight face, feeling small on the inside with him almost towering over you.

“I’m not opposed to both and I’ll even pay for it.”

“Nope. I pay. You fix. There’s a hammer that lost it’s life in there and I just can’t go back into that massacre. So, I’ll pay and feed you. That a deal?”

Curtis takes one long look at you, standing straight before shrugging his shoulders, “It’s not like I can say no, right? You are the boss, ma’am.”

A tiny shock sent through when he said those words, but you quelled it down before you were able to speak, “I like you already Curtis. I think we’ll be just fine,” you smile, moving out of his way so that he can come in.

A small smile pulls at the corners of his mouth before he walks past you, stopping to lean down, “ You had me at food, ma’am. I’ll never say no to eating,” he steps into your house as you follow behind, closing and locking up. Curtis takes a look around, making note of the familiarity of the house, “This is the old Hancock place. We didn’t think they would ever sell it,” the timbre of his voice trailing as he begins to look around the place.

You follow behind him, mimicking the path of his sight as you notice some things that need to be repainted or even redone. The mention of the previous owners intrigues you and you decide to ask, “Were they well known around here?”

“One of many. I live down the street so I was here many days playing with the other kids. Time goes by fast is all,” a small smile pulls at this lip as he turns to you, “By the looks of everything, I think this house is in good hands.”

His words warm you in a way that you’ve never felt before, causing a nervous chuckle to escape you before you could stifle it. You quickly recover, taking a deep breath as you try to change the subject, “Ready to see the bomb I let off in my room?” Smirking a bit as you begin to walk down the hallway.

Curtis follows along, snickering at you, “I’m sure it’s not that….” He takes a look at your room as he stands at the threshold, taking everything in. “What exactly did you try to do in here?” Genuine confusion on his face as he tries to make sense of all the scattered materials on your floor.

You stand in the middle of the room, looking around before looking at him, “I was trying to put my mantle up. I read all the instructions, looked at tutorials and nothing,” You knew that you should have waited but determination surperceded your memory. Which is why you were in the predicament you were in now. You look around, finally seeing the actually mess in your room, feeling your heart race and before you knew it… “You know what? Let me clean this up. Shit… I should have never… I’m so sorry let me get this cleaned up. I’ll be quick, I promise,” you say hurriedly as you begin to pick things up and put them back down, feeling the frustration arise as you try to grab anything on the floor in sight.

The sight before Curtis was like a tornado and he needed to stop it before you went into a full on panic attack. He steps over, placing his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you, “Woah, woah! Slow down there. It’s fine, I’ve seen worse okay?” He says softly, keeping you in place as you begin to calm down, breathing deeply, “There you go, keep breathing,” his instructions are all you can hear as the blood lowers from your ears slowly. You hadn’t felt that feeling in months and one mistake sent you into a frenzy.

You’re not there anymore…

You’re free…

You’re going to be okay…

You repeat that in your head over and over, listening to Curtis as you keep your breath steady until you no longer feel that familiar tightness in your chest. The room begins to come back into view the first thing you see is the cerulean orbs staring down at you. For a moment, you see just a speck of green in them and you decide to get lost for just a second.

The sound of your name brings you back to life as you hear it come from Curtis’s lips, sounding like a the sweetest thing you ever heard. He’s silent for a second, paying attention to beauty of your eyes, clearing his throat before he sees you fully alert, “You okay?”

You do a quick nod, taking another deep breath, “Yeah… yeah. I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t sweat it. We all get overwhelmed,” he says in a reassuring tone as she squeezes your shoulders lightly, “Relax. I’m here to fix and you have some food to order. M’ not picky either,” he smirks lightly as you let out a soft laugh.

“Who’s the boss here, you or me?”

Curtis takes a deep breath, letting out a quick chuckle, “You are and what happened to the food boss?”

“Oh right! What kind of boss am I?” You teased, pulling away from him and walking out of the room, “One round of sinful food coming up!” You shout, going out to grab your phone before sitting down. You take another breath, replaying the way Cursis said your name. It wasn’t said with vitriol or disgust.

But with care…

You wanted him to say again. Just like that… Just to give you something that you always craved….

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geminixevans-stan · 8 months

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Here's the thing....

From the beginning of stories being written, they have always been white-coded. No one wanted to write in a black character unless they were a slave, the ghetto black friend, or someone seen as less than.

The problem here is that when we want to be represented (because most of the time we're not) there is always an uproar on what we do to feel included.

For white readers, they don't need to feel included because their race has been included for thousands of years. To say you don't see a problem with white!reader is your opinion. A stupid, close-minded one but an opinion nonetheless.

I really don't care to be nice anymore but just know that we see who you are and you can go on that side for all we care. It's amazing how one of "us" don't really be one of "us" because they will act so deaf and blind and act like we're overreacting for nothing.

It's wild honestly. For someone who wants to be included in everything, you seem to have no problem excluding yourself with takes like this.

Once again, I don't care to be nice. You know how you are and honestly, it was a great decision to break away from you and everyone else that thinks like you.

♥

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geminixevans-stan · 9 months

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I wrote this 2 years ago 🥹🥹 I need to write something more diabolical 😀

His Cherry

Pairing: Andy Barber x Black Reader

Words: 4,250

Summary: Reader gets tired of Laurie cheating on Andy and takes matters into her own hands.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit Language, Explicit sex (Vaginal sex, oral m, spanking, some daddy kink, breeding kink, spit kink, anal play, clit spanking, forced cuckqueaning)

A/N: This is for @fuckandfluff ‘s Thot shit Challenge! I’m so proud of her for reaching another milestone and wanted to get in on it. I hope you like it lovely and congratulations. If you want to be a part of the challenge, you can click this link or go on her page to read the rules that go with it. Happy Thotting!

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

You didn’t mean to fuck her husband… Yes, you did. But he was a good man so why not give him something that he deserved. What he didn’t deserve was a two-timing slut of a wife that he has. No, Andy Barber didn’t just work hard for his wife to be out fucking the enemy.

But here she was in her office of the Children’s Cottage no less, legs spread as she took dick from Neal Logiudice. Scum of all scum and a scent that smelled like cheap aftershave.

How this frigid whore got to be with the likes of Andy Barber was always a mystery. Had she not trapped him with Jacob, maybe life would be different. The way his demeanor demanded power was enough for a girl to sink to her knees.

That’s all you wanted was to be on your knees, relieving his stress while your throat massaged his dick. But Mrs. Laurie Barber was the lucky bitch that got to go to sleep with that Greek god at night.

But that was going to change right now and not a minute later. You pushed the door to her office just a bit, holding your phone in front of the close couple as Neal thrust in and out of Laurie. They were too busy in the throes of passion that they didn’t even know they were being watched.

The scene didn’t even send a tingle between your legs. You snapped from every angle, position, and even the finish. These would for sure ruin whatever strength of a marriage that she had with Andy. He would soon be yours and you could show him how he deserved to be treated.

The tips of your acrylics hit the keyboard as you were typing out an email that needed to be sent ASAP when the waft of expensive cologne teased your nostrils. The door of the entrance opened as you thought a God had walked through. You looked up from the screen as Andy came into your eyesight, adorned by a fitted suit that made you wonder what was underneath it.

“Welcome in Mr. Barber! How may I assist you today?” He looked down at you with a furrowed brow as he placed one elbow on top of the desk. You weren’t sure why he was looking like that but he had his eyes on you and that was all that mattered.

He stood up straight, clearing his throat as he keeps his eyes directly on you, “Hi… I’m sorry, usually, I know everyone that works with Laurie but I don’t remember you. Are you new?” Him not remembering you would have been a punch to the gut until you realized that your look changed in the previous months.

The glasses, braces, and need to be frumpy were thrown away. You decided to actually give a damn about your appearance so when he didn’t know who you were, it felt more like a win than anything.

A giggle escaped your lips as you returned a gaze right back to him, “No, Mr. Barber it’s still Y/N. I just replaced my glasses with contacts and finally got my braces out.” His mouth hung slightly open at the realization, feeling the hardening of his cock through his pants.

He cleared his throat once more as he stumbled on his words, “W-wow I couldn’t even tell. I mean you always…” Before he could finish his sentence, Laurie’s office opened as she beamed at her husband.

Fucking Fake… Wonder how she’ll be smiling once he finds out.

They embraced and share small kisses as Andy announced that he wanted to take his wife out to lunch. Some women have all the luck and all you wanted was to be bent over Andy’s desk whenever he called for you. The happy couple exited the facility as you began to type furiously on the keyboard annoyed at all the information that you knew.

You couldn’t have her keep this charade going on any longer. It was time to curate your plan and you knew just how to do it. That bitch wouldn’t be happy any longer. Not with the man that you wanted.

It wasn’t hard to have flowers sent to Laurie’s office and to make it look like it came from Andy. As the delivery person gave her the bouquet, she examined the card that had a hotel key card attached to it.

To the love of my life, meet me at the Fairmont, Room 314

♥ Andy

The smile plastered on her face made your pride swell. You did a great job at her thinking she was going to have a bliss-filled day. Little did she know, that smile was about to be slapped off of her cheating little face. It was the end of the day so you said your goodbyes and dashed out of the door to get ready for phase one of your plan.

You made it home in record time to take a shower and slip on the lingerie that you bought just for this day. Andy wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from you when he finally laid eyes on the body that you worked on constantly. The mirror reflected just how good you looked, slipping your trench coat on carefully clasping each button in place. Your heels were the last to be slipped on as you grabbed your keys to leave the house and back into your car.

Laurie made it to the Fairmont with her bag in tow smiling as if she won a million dollars. She stepped to the front desk, waiting for the concierge to notice her. Her eyes scanned the intricate details of the hotel thinking that Andy must be pulling out all the stops. She was disrupted from all her thoughts as she heard a soft but audible voice, “Welcome to the Fairmont! How may I help you today?” The lady smiled at Laurie until she was met with a response.

She pulled out her room key and showed it to the woman behind the desk, “Here for Room 314? I was given this key and told to come,” the concierge took the key from her fingers and typing in the reservation for room 314, “Right! Welcome, Mrs. Barber our guest is already waiting for you. Enjoy your stay!” Laurie took the card back as she beamed back at the lady and walked to the elevator to begin her ascension to the hotel room.

Laurie tapped the card to the door’s reader as it unlocked instantly with a sound click. She pushed the door handle door as the door swung open, taking in how beautiful the room was. She started on her way looking for Andy as she called out, “Andy? Andy, honey are you in here?”

She pushed the door open to the separate bedroom. What she wasn’t expecting was to see you sitting comfortably on the end of the bed, with a smirk no less holding a folder, “What are you doing here? I though-”

“Oh, honey… Looking for someone else? Andy perhaps? Don’t worry, he’ll be here soon and we can get this party started,” you met her with a smirk that felt almost illegal. You uncrossed your legs, pushing yourself from the bed as you walked over to her frozen posture. “I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing here, hm? Tell me, Laurie, have you been a good girl lately?”

You could tell that she didn’t know what you were getting at. She looked at you furrowing her brow as you spoke, “What are you talking about? Why are you even here Y/N?” You lifted the cover of the folder, pulling out the first picture and handing it to her.

Her eyes widened in fear as she looked back at you. Her vision was obscured with the still picture of Neal’s dick down her throat. The color drained from her face, fingers trembling as she thought she was being careful. Poor thing… “H-how did you get this?!”

You circled around her, not taking your eyes off the trembling woman. Taking a lock of hair in your fingers, you brought it up to your nose, smelling the lavender shampoo on each strand. She definitely prepared to get railed didn’t she? “You’re not very careful are you, Laurie. Honestly, what would the committee think about you getting fucked at the cottage? Where the children are supposed to stay safe.”

Her eyes darted back to you, they were filled with rage and this is the most emotion that you’ve seen from her in all the years that you’ve known her, “And what about poor Andy,” you cooed, “What would he think or did you not give a fuck about him while you were being a slut?”

It was as if he heard his name because you both heard the door open and close as his baritone voice boomed all over the room, “Laurie! Honey are you here?” Before he could get an answer, he had already made it to the entrance of the room.

You looked over Laurie’s shoulder, smirking over at him, “Hi Andy, so happy you could join us. Thought you needed to be here to see what your lovely wife has been up to.” Your eyes went back to Laurie as you motioned for her to take a seat in the chair by the window, “Have a seat..”

The tears were starting to brim at the corners of her eyes as she spoke through clenched teeth, “You bi-”

The click in your teeth mixed with a sinister smile appeared, “If I were you, Laurie, I would sit the fuck down before the cottage gets wind of your discrepancies too,” she brushed past you dropping her bag as she hesitantly sat in the chair. Your eyes glanced back up at Andy as confusion set on his face, “I know this is all confusing for you Mr. Barber. Why don’t come have a seat with me and we can discuss,”

You held your hand out but he declined, “I can walk myself, I just want to know what’s going on.”

This must not be easy for him and you knew it wouldn’t be. But you needed him to know just exactly who his wife was and why she didn’t deserve him. The bed felt just as soft as it was the first time you were on it. But even more comfortable now that Andy was seated next to you. The manila folder was still in your clutch as you handed it over to him.

The air was thick with anticipation and the audible breath emitting from Laurie’s lips. The tremble in her lip apparent as she spoke in a broken tone, “I’m so sorry Andy…” He looked up at her calmly at first and then back down at the folder. He took a deep breath before opening it up. The fire coming into his eyes was exactly what you wanted.

“Just what the fuck is this Laurie!? Neal?! You went out and fucked that motherfucker?” Her sob broke out as his voice raised with each question. “Don’t you dare fucking cry! Did you cry while you were taking his dick? Doesn’t look like it.”

His gaze turned over to you, “And you, just where the fuck do you get off?” Why the fuck was he mad at you? If anything you were doing him a favor. But you needed to keep your demeanor level to get what you wanted.

You looked down for a minute and met his eyes with an apologetic face, “Mr. Barber I hate that you had to find out this way. She was never going to tell you,” bringing your hand to cup the side of his face, “Besides, you don’t deserve to be lied to. I did it for you, can’t you see that?”

Standing up from the confines of the bed, you stood in front of him, blocking his sight of Laurie. Pulling each button from the trench coat, letting it pool to the floor. You showed the full set of lingerie that you wore just from him. “This…” running your fingers over the lace material and garter straps, “Is all for you, wanna give you what you really deserve Andy.”

His eyes scanned you from head to toe as his cock hardened from your half-naked body, “This isn’t right and you know it,” It was hard to believe him when his breath hitched at the very sight of you. You looked down to see a print forming in his slacks and you couldn’t help but beam internally.

You straddled his lap instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Looking into his eyes as they were no longer their deep blues, but a darkened hue. He was trying too hard not to give in, “But it feels right Andy… I saw the way you looked at me that day. Like you wanted to fuck me. Right?” Resting your clothed pussy over his hardening length, “You knew better but your eyes couldn’t stop looking…”

✨Why you bother me when you know you know better✨

He felt you rest against him grinding on his hard length as a groan escaped his lips, “Fuck… Tha- that doesn’t mean anything. What do you want? Money?” If you were sensitive that would have broken your heart.

You brushed your nose to the crook of his neck, inhaling his cologne, moaning at his scent. That sweet sound sent all the blood straight to his cock as you felt it poking your throbbing core, “I just want you and to make that bitch pay for hurting you.”

Looking over at Laurie, her face was a deep shade of red, watching you straddle her husband, “This is how you treat your husband, Laurie. Gonna show you exactly how to please him.” Directing your gaze back to Andy, you pressed your lips to his expecting him to pull back. But instead, he gripped the back of your neck crashing his lips back to yours.

If there was any dryness left on your panties, they were certainly ruined now. Andy kept his grip on you, pushing his tongue between your full lips not even having to fight to dominate your mouth. You moaned freely, grinding on his dick through his slacks as he brought the other hand to steady your hips.

Pulling from his lips, you kept the steady roll of your hips against him as you looked over to Laurie, “You’re going to watch me fuck your husband the way he needs. Leave and the committee will get these photos before you even exit this hotel.” Returning your lips back to his filling the room with the audible smacks of passionate kisses.

Laurie didn’t even move a muscle as she watched Andy’s hands roam up and down your body. While his kisses were amazing, you wanted to put your mouth to better use. You wanted to make this man see stars because that’s what was owed to him.

Sliding from his grip, you slid down to your knees parting his legs wider as you crept up between his thighs. You looked up from your fluttering eyelashes asking, “May I suck your cock, Andy?”

He looked over at Laurie and then back at you, “Of course you can Honey. Let me feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” smirking down at you as you quickly undid his belt buckle.

You pushed his slacks down, looking at the bulging print pushing at his briefs. Your tongue licked at the clothed cock, looking up at Andy as he blew out a breath you never knew he was holding. Some girls have all the luck, you thought but you were about to take yours. Hooking your hands at the band of his briefs, you pulled his cock free as it slapped against his stomach.

Your mouth dropped at the length and thickness of his dick, looking over your shoulder at Laurie, “Oh you are a stupid bitch you know that? To downgrade when you have this dick to worship at home.” You wasted no time in letting her remark, licking a slow steady stripe up the underside of his dick.

Andy shuddered at the sudden contact of your tongue as it licked his tip lightly as he looked down at you. Your lips kiss up and down both sides his long length, stopping to fill your mouth with spit. Wrapping both hands around his girth, you pumped and worked him over as he hissed from the softness of your hands, “That’s it, just like that pretty girl. Feels so good.”

Opening your mouth you let the saliva cover his tip wrapping your lips around it simultaneously, flattening your tongue at the underside, finding the vein running up his length. His head leaned back at how good your mouth felt as your bobbed your head up and down taking in him in inch by inch.

You moaned around him, loving how good he felt and tasted on your tongue. Pulling your lips off of him with an audible pop, you slapped the tip against your tongue, taking him back in until he reached the back of your throat.

You began to inch him slowly down your throat his groans getting louder as your gagged and sputtered at his thickness, “That’s it taking my cock like a good fucking girl,” your walls clenched around nothing from his praise only driving you to take his entire length until your nose hit the patch of hair at his pelvis.

You came up for air, pulling your lips back off of him as the strings of his cum and your spit dripped from your chin. “Does she suck your cock like this? Bet she doesn’t even let you fuck her throat,” you stroked his dick looking at the man so blissed out.

He gave a deep chuckle looking at the mess left on your face, “No honey, bitch doesn’t even suck my cock unless it’s my birthday,” he trapped your chin between his fingers bringing to his eye level, “Something tells me you like sucking cock. Don’t you pretty girl?” he cooed as you gave him slight smirk before taking back down your throat.

“Oh fuck! So good pretty girl. Wanna keep my cock right here all. The. Time,” He thrust up into your mouth with each word. Making you moan around his girth, “Shit honey, you really do like being a little cockslut,” He fisted your hair in his hand as he pulled out, thrusting into your mouth. He twitched at each gag and choke coming from your mouth, loving how wet your mouth was. If he was going to get what he deserved, your throat was going to get a load.

You could feel him twitch in his mouth, bringing your hand up to massage and tugs on his balls, which set him off automatically. He thrust two more times before you felt the warmth spilling down your throat. You drank up every drop, breathing through your nose as he rode as his high. He slipped from your mouth as you caught your breath, looking up at him as you opened your mouth to show that you swallowed every drop, “Got a surprise for you. Wanna see it?”

Fisting your hair again, he brought you up to crash his lips against yours, not caring that he just came in your mouth. Your tongues danced together as gripped the sides of your face to stay in place. Meanwhile, Laurie sat in shock at the performance before her. Andy never kissed her liked that and she was fuming.

Finishing his kiss, he bit and tugged at your bottom lip, releasing it, “Let daddy see, honey,” a gush of arousal added to the moisture between your legs at calling himself that. You stood up, discarding your panties as you got on the bed with your face down and ass up. Andy made quick work of taking his shirt off, standing behind you. He could see the silver shining automatically, pulling your ass cheeks apart.

His cock hardened at the plug nestled snuggly in your tight hole as it stretched around the cold piece of jewelry. It was silver with his name engraved on the flat piece. Andy marveled at the sight, breathing out, “Oh pretty girl… is this tight hole mine? want daddy to use your ass?” He gave loud smacks to your cheeks as he looked over at Laurie, “What’s the matter, honey? You never even wanted me near yours. ‘m definitely gonna wreck hers.”

He looked back at the right time to see your pussy clench and drip at the promising declaration of filling your tight canal, “ooh she really liked that, didn’t you pretty girl?” He pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing in slow circles as you jerked from her pressing at your bundle of nerves.

You bit down on your lip pushing back against him as your mouth went slack, “Yes… Yes Andy I liked it,” you felt another smack to your ass, yelping from the sting. You corrected yourself, “Yes Daddy I liked it.”

He groaned at the sudden correction, grasping his cock in his hand as he pushed it past your wet folds to your aching hole, “Such a good girl, correcting without daddy having to say anything,” his tip stretched your waiting hole as the rest stretched you wider, arching your back to let him in more.

“Fuck! You feel so good wrapped around my cock pretty girl,” he stayed seated in you before pulling back out to thrust sharply into you, fisting your hair to bring your head up to meet his eyes. “Look at Daddy while he fucks you stupid.”

Andy slammed his hips repeatedly, loving the way your cheeks rippled with each thrust. He was so thick and veiny that all your spots were being hit at the same time. You fisted the sheets as he thrust never wavered.

He used his thumb to push the butt plug in further, your eyes rolling back from feeling the fullness of his dick and the plug, “O-oh Daddy! You feel so good.” He looked down at the creamy mess being made on his cock as he slammed in harder, feeling you clench tighter.

Leaning over your mouth fully opened, he spat down your throat as you let out a loud moan from the act. “Fuck! You like that too? Looks like I’m gonna keep you.” Laurie tried to protest as Andy snapped his head her way, “You shut the fuck up! I think I deserve a willing slut to please all my needs.”

His thrust never faltering as the coil inside you became tighter, “Go on princess, you can cum,” he landed a smack to your ass causing you to scream as your release gushed on his length and on the expensive sheets.

He wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you against his chest as he pulled the cups of your bra down, pulling at tweaking at your nipples. He fucked you through your orgasm, never stopping his thrusts.

Bringing his lips to the flesh of your neck, sucking a hard bruise as you started seeing stars once again, “Daddy! I’m gonna! Oh, fuck!” Andy placed quick smacks to your clit as you covered him with your cum, desperate to milk him of his seed.

The way that you were squeezing him, he knew that he wouldn’t last long as his balls drew up, he looked back over at Laurie, drilling your spasming hole, “What ya think honey, should I fill her with my cum?”

She shrieked, “Andy don’t you fucking dare!”

He smirked as he slapped at your clit again, bringing you to your third orgasm, “I don’t give a shit what you say. Gonna fill her tight cunt up and keep it there. May even keep going until she’s full and round with my baby,” he was close and he knew, he grunted as he slammed into you, “Want Daddy to fill you up baby?”

You could no longer think as your eyes glazed over from the intense fucking, “Fill me up, please daddy? Wanna be you little cumslut,” that’s all he needed to hear as he came with a shout and cursed loudly. His dick twitched and filled you to the brim, even some spilling out. Which he fucked right back into you.

He rode out his high inside you as his breath became normal, looking over at Laurie whose face was covered with tears, “Get the fuck out and be ready to see the divorce papers next week.” Going back to your tired frame, he peppered kisses down your face, rubbing your body up and down.

She shot up in anger, standing and trembling, “Andy you don’t mean that! You fuck her once and you want to get a divorce?!”

Taking a break from bringing you back to consciousness, “No, you fucked Neal more than once. That’s why. But her? Oh, she’s just the cherry on top. She’s mine and I don’t give a fuck what you think. Now get the fuck out and the house too.”

She stormed out not caring how she looked. He slipped out from your laying down as he brought you into his arms, looking down at you snuggled against him, “I really wanted to fuck your ass honey,” you giggled weakly.

“You still can Daddy, we have all weekend...

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geminixevans-stan · 10 months

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Tell Minotaur Thor that I got something he can stretch

Title: Due Diligence

Pairing: Minotaur!Thor x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Monsterfucking, Size-Kink, Minors DNI!

a/n: i’m coming back to re-claim my title as “Queen of the Monsterfuckers” 🫣 “Dóron mou” means “my gift”. please enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

As you stare breathlessly up into the dark you wonder briefly if you are awake, or if this too is a dream. Above you, the gems embedded in the distant cavern roof wink like stars. The greedy sound of your lover between your legs brings you crashing back down into your body, his thick, calloused fingers digging into the meat of your hips.

“Watch, dóron mou,” Thor mumbles against you, dragging his wide, flat tongue through your slick folds. He repeats himself firmly. “Watch.” His massive palms span almost the length of your thighs, and he kneads them possessively, cutting his eyes at you from between your legs.

You force yourself to focus on him, dragging your bleary, tear filled eyes down to his.As a reward, Thor rolls your swollen, overstimulated nub between his teeth. You squeal in response, bucking agains his face.

“Good.”

One hand scrabbles for purchase on the stone ledge beneath you, the other sinking into his soft blond hair. You rock against him, unable to help yourself as he chuckles.

“My greedy little present,” he hums, and you feel his lips curve as he laps again at your clit. “Greedy…” he trails off as you whine, your thighs tighten around his head. You card your fingers through his sandy hair, gripping his horns with both hands as you rock against his face.

Slowly, he lowers you back down to the ledge, cradling you like a doll against his massive chest. He dwarfs you easily, looming over your limp body as he inspects the sticky mess between your thighs.

You twitch and mewl when he drags his fingers through your sloppy cunt, and he hums softly, a smile curling at the edges of his mouth.

“Th-Thor,” you hiccough his name pathetically as he cups your chin, drawing his thumb across your trembling lower lip.

“What is it, Pet?” He asks, his blue eyes deceptively soft as he swirls his fingers around your clit. “Tell me.”

“P-please, I w-want—” You stumble over them clumsily, the words sticking together on your tongue.

“Oh dóron mou,” Thor croons, stamping one hoof against the stone in anticipation. “I know what it is you want.” You squeal as he presses against you, the thick, leaking head of his cock pressing hungrily into your belly. Though you have seen it before, you cannot help but peek down at the space between your bodies.

His torso is that of a man, still—mostly, the downy brown fur that covers his legs beginning just below his navel, growing thickly between his powerful thighs. His cock springs frol a dark tuft of fur, so thick around the base you couldn’t touch your thumb to your forefinger—something you had learned from experience.

A tremor of anticipation passes through you, and Thor’s nostrils flare.

“Come, my little gift. Let me feel you.” With one massive hand on your belly, Thor positions himself between your thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate the size of his hips. He presses himself against your cunt, groaning softly as he drags himself back and forth through your sticky folds. The head of his cock presses hard against your clit, and still more stars burst in front of your lidded eyes.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his hips bucking as his eyes go wide with pleasure. His hands tighten around your hips as he moves against you. “I wonder…”

You are not left without explanation for long, gasping as his cock presses against your entrance. You gape up at him, wide eyed as he begins to press forward. The burning stretch of his entry brings tears to your eyes. They track down your cheeks as you gurgle up at him, drawing red lines down his chest and with your nails.

You’re so full you’re drowning in him, gasping for breath as the tide of sensation drags you under. It’s so sharp it borders on pain, the pleasure tearing up your spine to burst over your skin in waves. Thor leans over you to stroke at your sweaty face with gentle fingers, his own eyes fever bright as he grins down at you smugly.

“I told you we would fit, Pet.” He swallows your breathless gasp of pleasure eagerly, and you taste yourself on his lips. “It just took a little… diligence.”

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geminixevans-stan · 10 months

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I haven’t been on here in a while…. Y’all good?

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geminixevans-stan · 10 months

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Changed Places

Pairing: CEO! Thor x Female Reader

Words: 1680

Summary: When the choice to try something new guides reader to the gym she has no idea what future awaits here...

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, mentions of oral (f), hints of poly

A/N: *gasp* A Thor fic?! Yes I know, very different for me but I'm challenging myself! I hope you all enjoy it and want more Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Tiny droplets of the crying sky showered the windshield as you made it through the busy LA streets. Your eyes dart left, right, even peering through the rearview mirror before placing your eyes back on the road in front of you. No matter the amount of rain, all the drivers seemed to have acted as if it were their first time on the road. The slightest swerve from any car made goosebumps prickle your skin.

You hated driving in the rain. Hated it so much that you tried to avoid it as much as possible, or have Neil take you where you needed to go — which he declined almost all the time. If it didn’t have anything to do with him, he didn’t see the need for him to chauffeur you around.

“You’re a big girl. You don’t need me…” he would say lazily as he trudged back upstairs to converse with strangers he owed not a second to. As the years of your marriage crept by, the concern he had for you grew less and less.

Which is why you decided to try this new venture all by yourself. Going to the gym wasn’t new to you but you thought that if you lost a few pounds of the marriage weight and toned up, that maybe, just maybe, Neil would take a first and a second look at you. But it seemed he was more interested in his job, games, and occasional women than you.

It hurt in the beginning, being put second. But each hurtful moment just made your skin thicker and your feelings nonexistent. An exit out of your marriage was weighing heavily on you and, shamefully, you could admit that you had thought about darting towards that exit more than once.

You thought about your failing marriage and all that would come if you decided to choose yourself just this once. How your family would feel and what they would think of you for ending a marriage that might have worked out.

But when it came down to it… you were unhappy. The only thing that made you even crack a smile was the success at your job, and being one of the top performers there. With each promotion, your heart soared. Only for it to be broken the minute that you would tell Neil.

He had a way of making your accomplishments an insult to his lackluster career and would even choose to sulk than congratulating you. One thing about you — stagnation was out of the question. You were either going to end this marriage as it was or try your hardest to bring the spark back. Even if Neil wasn’t the least bit interested in putting in the effort.

Here you stand outside of the gym, clutching the nylon strap over your shoulder as you take a deep breath and pull open the door. The cool air of the industrial air conditioning system hits you in the face like a strong breeze. It felt welcoming and the air lingered with a faint citrus smell.

You were met with the front desk, the top of it decked in marble, and the gold lettering in front of it beamed like no other. A woman flipped through the New Asgard Monthly Magazine behind it, peeking over the current issue as you approached. She calmly placed it down and motioned for you to come closer.

She had a warm smile that could go either way but you were determined to get this introduction over with so that you could start your new journey. With another deep breath taken, you stroll to the front desk, unzipping your duffel bag to present your wallet, in case you needed to present any identification.

The woman studied you for a moment, giving you a once over before she began to speak, “Welcome to Valhalla Fitness, I am Eleni. Do you have a membership?” she smiled softly, giving you time to speak as she leaned further forward in her seat.

You cleared your throat, adjusting the strap over your shoulder again, “N-no. I don’t. It’s one of the reasons why I’m here. I’d like to get one today if that’s possible,” it was if you were a little kid asking permission to sit at the lunch table with the cool kids. Every fiber of your being vibrated with heightened nerves as you stood.

You couldn’t put your finger on it. But it seemed as if Eleni could see right through you or knew a secret about you that you didn’t even know. Either way, your anxiety finally settled when Eleni made a sound of glee, clapping her hands together before beginning to type on the screen in front of her.

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The tall figure rose from his seat, stretching his legs as he lazily made his way toward the open window. It showcased his newest investment, Valhalla Fitness. He scanned the crowd of gym goers, his eyes darting between the patrons putting in ample work, and those who were only there to look like they were exercising.

His schedule was the same seven days a week; not that he minded in the slightest bit. Being one of Earth’s mightiest defender for a decade, earned him a well-needed retirement. One that he had no problem taking as he searched for new ventures to dive into.

He inspected the spacious gym once again, an unfamiliar sight stopping him in his tracks as he squinted down at the front desk. Deciding he had to have a closer look, he took his tablet in one hand and opened up the app for the security cameras. He selected the one behind the reception desk, aimed directly at the woman smiling gratefully at Eleni.

His curiosity got the best of him as he zoomed in, taking in the every dip and curve of your body that in his opinion didn't need working on. Just like Eleni, his eyes stayed on you in a less innocent way than hers, paying attention to the spread of you lips as you smiled or the way you shifted ever so slightly as you listened to Eleni. His tongue slid over the plump of his bottom lip, watching as you mouthed of information, causing Eleni to type in every word.

How he wished he could hear how you sounded.

“You’re staring, Thor. You never stare,” a sultry voice rang out behind him, but it did not not deter him from keeping his eyes on you.

“I stare. When things or people are worthy of catching my eye. You should know that dear wife.”

A chuckle falls from her lips as a throaty moan escapes it a second later, “Yes, I know that look all too well. I used to be the cause of it,” she purrs, returning her attention back to the man feasting between her legs.

The sight of was nothing new for Thor. They had been married for centuries, bound together by arrangement rather than love. But from outside, people would never know or even hear anything more than the Mighty Thor and Valkyrie being madly in love with each other.

In Thor’s experience, people married for centuries developed certain tastes– and they weren't always for each other, as many would hope. A man or woman feasting on Thor’s wife was just another day for him. He had granted her wishes long ago as, Valkyrie did the same.

Though they never shared their bed with others — hotels were a very different story.

Thor’s eyes remained trained on the camera, noting every smile or laugh.. Even the small tick in your eyebrow when it looked like you were asking a question. You were art and he wanted to get a closer look at his new visitor.

He was all about making everyone at the fitness center feel welcome; and for you, he’d give you more than one tour if you asked him for it. Thor watched as Eleni passed over the welcome packet over to you, watching you punch in your new code as you walked past.

Thor straightened his back, turning the tablet off and fixing his shirt. He strolled over to the door, craning his neck as he called up the stairs, “I’ll go greet our new customer. I’m sure you’ll be here for a while. Clean up after you’re done with the poor man. He’s been savoring your nectar for hours.”

“Hm, the nectar of an Asgardian is always addicting, my love. Maybe you’ll have some later?” Valkyrie croons over at him.

“Don’t count on it, my dear. I’m sure you’ll be drunk with Asgardian mead by the time I’m done.”

“You know me so well… Almost as if we were-”

The door opened and shut before she could even finish her sentence.

Thor trudged down the stairs with purpose in every step. The closer he got to you, the more his loins warmed with fire. He had to hear you, your scent already caressing his nose like smell of a newly made weapon.

He saw the uncertainty in your eyes as you were trying to decide which machine to use, biting at your lip furiously. It never dawned on you that someone was edging closer. The moment his voice filtered into your ears, you looked up, stopping your search on which device you would try first..

He extended his hand towards you as your name formed on his tongue. The softness of your hand compared to the callous surface of his only but made him want you more. To him you felt like nothing that belonged on this Earth. With you in his close proximity, the light vanilla scent caressed his nose as he easily towered over you.

“Welcome to Valhalla Fitness. I am Thor, one of the owners of this fine establishment. I see you’ve gotten the welcome packet from Eleni. I would love to give you a proper tour of our facility, if you would like.”

The deep velvet coming from his mouth was all you needed to shake his hand and accept his tour invitation…

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geminixevans-stan · 11 months

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Whew this was the perfect little session

The Plug

Summary: When the world is weighing you down and you need a fix, you call your plug Frank.

Relationship: Endings, Beginnings!Frank x black!reader

Warnings: drug use/weed, graphic language, smut, unprotected sex, infidelity/cheating, smut cliffhanger, 18+

A/N: Looks like another stoner story for that ass. Blame this entirely on @girasolreves. This is a “fuckin your weed man” story, all based on an idea/fantasy that she and I share. Softly influenced by the show High Maintenance. Finally finished something!

Ayo! What’s your ETA?!

With a quick glance, Frank silently huffs an irritated sigh at your text before he shoves his phone back in his coat pocket. Here you go…and you need to relax. Blowin him up all day today when you know he had back to back appointments. He’ll get over to you when he can. Damn.

“Important?” Asks the long haired elder hippie before him, shuffling through the merchandise with a pensive brow.

“Mm nah…just a pushy client,” he smirks with a shake of his fluffy hair, “so…what’re you feelin?”

Weirdo hippie dude always takes his precious time, opening and sniffing each and every single jar out the case. And it always drives Frank batshit crazy when he has to come deal with this guy christ. This dude was always a hold up. But since he’s such a big spender, Frank tolerates his elitist stoner behavior. Dude’s about to drop a grip so he can wait, which means you can wait. Yeah, yeah he heard your urgent cry for a re-up, begging him to come through as soon as possible. Rushing him. You’re so lucky Frank likes you. You’re also lucky he didn’t have any more appointments scheduled for the day as well, or he’d make your ass wait until late late. Teach you a lesson. You’ve been smoking way too much lately and he doesn’t know why. Why he needed to get over there to see about you.

“Hmm…I’ll take whatever you have left of this.” A jar filled with OG Kush sits down on his dining table, then he hesitantly reaches for another, debating for a second before he plucks it up. “And a half of this. Cool?” He sits a jar of Fruity Pebbles just as he pulls out his phone to transfer Frank what he owes.

“Always.” He happily declares, glad with his choices. The chime of his phone brings a big smile to his face. The sound of a hefty cash out. Another satisfied client. “Lemme get you squared away.”

I’m on the way chill

What was taking him so damn long?! You should’ve just been honest with him; you’ve been dry for days but you didn’t want to sound desperate. Frank’s been on your case about how quickly you’ve been burning through your stash as of late. But you’ve been so stressed at work that sometimes when you come home, you smoke yourself into another dimension. Leave this world for a while because most days, it all feels like too much. Eh…he didn’t need to know all the ins and outs anyway. You just needed him to come through and smoke you out…and hopefully help you relieve your…stress? Yeah, stress, that’s what you’re going to call it. Even if and when he calls you out on it. As if he’d complain…

Frank’s pushing at your buzzer just as you return to your living room with your glass pipe and lighter, sitting them down on your end table to let him in your building. You take a look around to make sure your place is in somewhat order, lighting incense to set the vibes like you always do before a session. He gently knocks at the door then turns the knob, slowly poking his head in with a slinky grin.

“Good evening madam,” he playfully greets as he presents his handsome self in your entry, “Your friendly neighborhood pharmacist, at your service.” You catch Frank off guard with a clingy hug, holding him too tight around his neck. Holding on a little longer than usual he hooks an uneasy arm around your back with a worried brow. “Oh. Ok. Uh…are you alright?”

You nod your chin into his shoulder, squeezing him. “Happy to see you.”

Rolling his eyes with a tired sigh, he walks you two still tethered into your living room, slamming the door shut behind him. “Look, I know it’s been a good twelve hours since your last joint but c’mon…”

You push him away with a smack of your lips, not caring for his insinuating tone. “Dude, fuck off. Can’t I be happy to see you? It’s been a few days, so fuckin cut me some slack.”

Frank carefully drops his things on your coffee table with a simple shrug. “Should’ve said so. I could have been here sooner.” Opening his case up, he pulls out a couple jars he’d been saving just for you, lining them up in a row, deciphering which one should he start you off with.

“Doesn’t matter now,” you sigh heavily with a drop of your shoulders, annoyed that he’s giving you shit when that’s the last thing you need after the week you had.

“What is up with you.” Frank snips under his breath, pulling out a beautiful fat nug, breaking it down some with nimble fingers and a tiny roll of his dazzling blue eyes. You’re being so weird.

His tone + your shit work week + being sober = you kinda losin your shit.

“Damn dude I’m just—exhausted!” Your hands flail as you shout. “Work fuckin sucks, life sucks so I really just wanna get faded with you! Is that okay?!”

Absolutely stunned, Frank blinks up at you, “…yeah babe…that’s okay. Sorry.”

Plopping down beside him on your sofa you shake your head and say, “no I’m sorry,” taking the grinder from his grasp. Giving it a few aggressive spins you explain, “just been having a rough go at it these days. You’re right, I should’ve hit you sooner...should’ve been honest…”

You hand it back over to retrieve your pipe and lighter from beside the sofa, as Frank dumps the ground up weed onto a rolling tray you keep nearby. Still a little stunned by what just happened he’d never seen you go off like that before. He knew something was up but damn. You could’ve given him a heads up. Frank looks you over with a worried stare, itching to sweep you into his arms, but instead he softly inquires,

“Wanna talk about it?”

You wrinkle your nose with a shake of your head and pack the bowl as full as you can, eager to take a good hit. Frank’s got no clue how bad you need this.

“Not right now, no. Wanna hit this shit.”

It’ll make you feel so much better when you do, lift the weight off…even if it’s just for a couple hours. You’ll take it. Frank drops a hand on your tense shoulder, rubbing and gripping at your muscle to soothe you. Damn you must really be going through it he’s never seen you so freaked out. Vent about bullshit, of course, but lashing out was not your forte. His comforting touch feels so good to you in so many ways. Your head hangs, and a cloud of smoke flees your puckered lips.

“Better?” Frank grins when he feels your shoulders droop.

“Fuck…getting there…” Dropping your gaze down his front with a tiny grin, you give him a good look over with a deep sigh. Really looking at him with less frustrated eyes. “What’s been up with you?”

Frank smiles, reading the intent in that goofy grin, in that heated question. “Y’know…same shit…”

“Word.” You exhale another huge cloud of smoke up into the air as you relax your spine into the sofa, handing over your pipe. “Glad you came through. Needed a friend.”

“A friend…” he slowly nods as he holds his breath with a stroke of his fuzzy chin, “that’s it?” Smoke streams from his flaring nostrils, devilishly smirking behind his exhale.

Biting your smiling lip with a lustful breath you look into Frank and shake your head. He’s always been more than that, he knows. This transactional relationship distorted by a sizzling spark neither of you could ignore. Since the day you met him, something was there. That smile, his toxic lil swagger. Appointments were nice because that’s when y’all got to know each other. Frank was always so cool, and sweet, nice on the eyes. And he didn’t mind the faded ogling, luring him into uncharted territory. He didn’t like to make fuckin clients a habit but y’all vibed just right. Those lips, your soft but sexy allure. Frank loved being around you, and your goofy high laugh. Just sitting on the couch high with you made his day. Hit for hit, you and Frank silently pass the pipe, seductively side eyeing each other, falling under the influence. Until you can’t take the deafening tension any longer. You sit the pipe down on the table and straddle his agape thighs, slotting your nails through his luscious hair. Naturally his hands rest on your hips, sinfully grinning up at you staring down into his pretty eyes.

“Where’s your boy?”

His fingers voyage up your curves, lightly gripping at you. You shake your head with a playful roll of your eyes, slightly tugging at his roots.

“Busy...”

Which wasn’t a lie; you’d both been too busy to deal with each other, leaving you out to dry most nights he promised he would come over. Deep down, you knew you guys were fizzling out, and Frank coming by as often as he was was not helping…but convenient. He was creeping into a space that you didn’t intend, but you liked him here, filling that void. He squeezes tighter at your sides, and your hips grind into his with a small moan. Your skin buzzed like crazy, so high off his weed, off his needy touch. Frank grows harder and harder with every rough wind of your hips, and suddenly you’re panting like a dog left out in the heat too long. Honestly, it’s been too fuckin long…

“Busy…” Frank reiterates in a low grumble into your gasping mouth with a small shake of his head. “I might as well be your boyfriend…”

You whisper out, “why?” with a cocky smirk, a little stunned he would admit that aloud. “Would that make you feel less guilty or somethin?”

Frank huffs an airy chuckle as he slithers a flat hand up your goosebumped spine. “Yeah…like I’d ever feel guilty for making you feel good…”

Together, y’all tut a little laugh just as you pull Frank into your open mouth, moaning out with pure joy once your tongues lock and he’s wrapping his arms around your writhing body. Your lips smack with delighted moans—the kisses are always hard, hungry—and he tastes so good on your tongue you’re practically inhaling him. Frank holds you so close, burning against your front, solid as a rock between your thighs. He missed you more, and he wanted you to feel it, picking his hips up off the couch, biting and sucking on your bottom lip. Wanted and missed you so damn bad, he’d never feel bad for being with you like this. Your boyfriend was an absent piece of shit who obviously was too busy to care about you and your well being. And you deserved better than that. Frank feels like he’s been showing you that each time he’s been here with you, hearing you out and making you laugh, help you forget just for a few hours by taking you above the clouds. And he didn’t mind his role so yeah…he might as well be your boyfriend…

Abandoning your swollen lips he sloppily kisses his way down your chin to your throat. “Tell me what you want right now…” he mumbles into your hot skin riddled with his saliva, running his plump lips up and down your neck.

“Fuck…you Frankie…” you breathlessly whimper out, clutching the back of his head as you eagerly rock your hips, “want you to take me higher…”

“Yeah?” Frank smiles warmly in your face, licking at your parted lips, “not high enough?”

You hum, “nu uh…” with a dark chuckle, jerking him into your body with a slick grin. You’re so stoned but he knew what you needed of him. “Need another hard hit…”

Frank always feels so damn good in your feeble arms, and you love the way he richly chuckles on your tongue when your fingers caress up his throbbing dick. When did you even get his pants open? He’s so burning hot against your fingerprints you big sigh into him pressing harder into your sloppy kisses. You roll your palm over his sticky tip, relishing in the wet trail left over your clammy skin you use his precum to pump him. Frank falls away from your worn lips with a desperate moan, bouncing you up with his bucking hips. Oozing with each smooth stroke of your clenched fist.

“Mmm…guess I should’ve started you off with something stronger then.” He mumbles as he kisses at your jaw, rolling the hem of your shirt up your rib cage. “Can’t have an unsatisfied customer.”

Your shirt goes up over your head, revealing your heaving naked breast. Frank dives mouth wide open into your enflamed flesh and you hold him there, crying out as he bites and sucks at your nipples. Distracting you a bit while he unbuttons your pants.

“Then you know what to do Frankie boy…” you pant with a crooked smirk. Each time his tongue swirls around your achy nubs you cry out in glee, scratch at his scalp.

“Of course,” he shoves a hand down the front of your pants, seeking out your swollen clit, “ready to take you to a whole nother level baby…”

As he devours your tender flesh, he forces his nimble fingers further into your hot crotch, feeling at your damp folds. Pulling them apart with his fingertips, you squirm your hips and thighs free, giving Frank room to stroke your pussy.

“Ah god Frank…” You rest your forehead against his with a weak moan, rocking against his long strokes.

He whispers from your marked up skin, “yeah baby…use me…” admiring how blissful you look riding his hand. Huffing out, staring deep into his soul, you thank him with each soft call of his name. “C’mon…you need me…”

Nodding with a modest bat of your lashes you raise your knees to pull your bottoms off, and so does Frank, drooling up at you biting your lip down at him. You feel so out of control of your body, tingling from head to toe, falling back into his hot hands once your legs are free.

“You like that…don’t you…” you tease with a little smile, running your fluttering folds back and forth over the head of his dick. Frank grips your ass with a sharp gasp.

“Fuck,” he gasps out, dropping his head back, guiding you down, desperate for your warmth, “little bit…”

Quietly tutting to yourself with a small shake of your head you fight for air as he gradually fills you. It’s always too much when you haven’t had him inside you after so long, stretching you out like the first time every single time. Your rippled walls flush around his weight, fisting the cushions as you glide him in and out, moaning over Frank grunting each time he hits you so deep. Gazing at each other with droopy lids and glassy eyes, thinking about things you guys shouldn’t, feeling things you guys shouldn’t. Bad enough you’re cheating, but you’re falling for your plug. Who does that? Apparently you do, but not many have a plug that looks and acts like him…fucks like him. Frank loved being your call, your plug, your replacement boyfriend. Loved being the one you need. He wanted to stay here with you but he was afraid to truly cross that line. When he’s stoned, he slips up and says some dumb shit. But that slip up really had you guys really considering what if…

Swallowing a shallow breath, you comb your nails through his hair, and meekly ask, “…really wanna be with me Frank?”

He takes a moment before he replies with a shaky groan and a simple nod of his chin. “Yeah but…” A shudder falls down his spine and he claws your back, fighting his bloodshot eyes from rolling into his skull. “…don’t think you wanna be with a misfit like me baby…”

A misfit…is that how he sees it? Because of his business, he believes you wouldn’t want him? What’s that got to do with how you feel, how he feels? What Frank does hardly bothers you. He’s not messy, and keeps top tier clientele. Definitely doesn’t fuck around when it comes to grade A product. Him being the neighborhood plug is the least of your concern. He’s been nothing but a good friend, great company, and that’s what had you falling for him. Why you’re fuckin his brains out anytime he comes through for a re-up. Be with a misfit like him…aren’t you already? You affectionately brush your thumb over his scruffy flushed cheek with a smitten grin.

“Might be a little too late for that Frankie boy…”

“So…how much do I owe you?” You put yourself back together with a deep recovering sigh, readjust the collar of your shirt just before you straighten out your hair.

Jumping back into his jeans, Frank turns his head back over his shoulder in disgust. “What? Nothing dude. You know I hate that…especially after…”

Pipe and lighter back fixed between your fingers you throw your hands up in defense. “Hey, I’m just making sure we’re still good…”

Frank scoffs at you as he pulls up his zipper, “We’re more than good…” Like always. No need to charge you for smoking you out, bringing you new strains that he picked out specifically just for you. It all comes from a special place…a service he provided only to you. “You always gotta make it weird…” He scoffs again with a shake of his head, combing through his hair with his fingers riddled with your essence.

You curiously watch Frank quickly pack up his things, and wonder what’s the rush. You’d barely finished coming down from your orgasm and he was ready to dip? Did you insinuate that he had to go since you exalted his name to the heavens? You’re still hanging on to a mild buzz, still tingling between your spasming thighs, and wouldn’t mind another session with Frank. Folding your exhausted arms over your chest you sit back in the couch with a peculiar grin, watching him hoist his bag up on his shoulder and head for your door.

“Got somewhere to be?”

“Actually,” he stops dead in his tracks with a tilt of his head, realizing, “no…no I don’t…” Why is he in such a hurry to get out of here? He turns to you baffled by his actions. You just chuckle.

“Well…would you wanna stay…?” You’d never asked him before, usually because he always had another appointment but tonight you felt inclined. You didn’t want him to go just yet.

Dropping his bag to the floor in disbelief, he frowns, “like…the night?”

You reply with a shrug and a silly smile. A sly wiggle of your brow, and Frank smiles in return, stepping out of his shoes, setting his bag back on your coffee table.

“Roll up and let’s see…”

Fishing out the other jars he didn’t get to before, Frank winks at you sitting up on the edge of your seat, reaching for one to smell its contents.

“Alright,” he hums a laugh behind a scandalous grin, plopping back down in his seat beside you grinding up for the next round. “Get ready for a long, trippy night baby…”

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geminixevans-stan · 11 months

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Julian is a freaking puppet at this point. Like how does be feel guilty but can’t read the damn room?!

This will be him if he does anything stupid…. Which I know he will. And Thor about preach the word right into reader’s panties!

Annihilate - One

I wanted to write something for me in the vein of an unsettling scenario and this is what I came up with. I know my work isn't always the usual but I'm learning that it's okay to write what I want so here it is.

Tech Bro! Thor x Female Reader / Julian (OMC) x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: 18+, world building (you know me...), hints of unsavory behavior, mentions of past religion. Anything else I put in here will be a spoiler for this first part. I think you can guess where this will go...

Summary | Your husband's new job puts the world at his fingertips, a chance to move up the corporate ladder. Despite your misgivings about it being too good to be true, the true test of your dedication to your marriage is attending the upcoming Sunday service hosted by none other than his boss, who extends a personal invite to you both.

It doesn’t feel real.

The entire thing – the office suite, the plush black leather desk chair that he sits in while he waits for the secretary to return with his coffee order – a personal secretary at that - none of it feels like it should be happening to him.

A whole secretary just for him. One that is solely there to answer every request, every whim.

Not shared, like Suzanne from his former job, overworked trying to balance five calendars and never quite nailing the whole multitasking aspect of her job. Gone are the triple booked meetings and never a break between. He has Caroline for that now – a lively woman with a blonde bob and piercing blue eyes and a professional smile who blocks out two hours on his calendar for him to take lunch because ‘he deserves it’.. The cafeteria isn’t the usual food service that is brought in from the outside, prepacked and served in warmers. It’s a whole experience, various chefs at different stations, poised to take his order.

Still, it doesn’t feel real.

Regardless of the new office suite, guilt hangs over his head at the thought of what you had to give up. A high six figure income means that the life you both used to dream of is finally here. With it came sacrifice, namely leaving your family and friends from the East Coast to travel to the other side of the country. Your parents were frustrated that you’d gone along with his big pipe dream, to accept the job that offered promises of keys to unlock a future that he had believed would once never happen.

There isn’t much to dislike from the people who are on the same floor, almost as if it was kismet to be with his peers who share the same outside preferences – music, movies, you name it. It has to be a coincidence, but Tesseract is known for its attention to detail.

He's tried to tell you about all the perks of moving to a new city, a new state. The possibilities are endless, he’s hinted, even when you’ve been focused on trying to find a new job. Not that you need one - the salary he brings in is nearly triple what you both used to bring in - but your independence has always been a big piece of your personality and there is no talking you out of doing something, especially when it means how you spend your time.

He's so focused on how he’ll make this up to you, how he’ll leave early and maybe take you out to dinner that he doesn’t hear the knock at the door, only the sensation of someone in his office before he blocks out the feeling until there is a slight clearing of a throat that makes him nearly jump out of his chair.

Straightening up at the sight of Thor Odinson, he can only estimate the price of the black bespoke suit jacket and pants with the crisp white shirt and shoes. Thor looks like he’s made of money, the kind where there are no logos adorning his clothes but the air of confidence of a man who has never had to struggle for anything in his life. When Thor strolls in, it’s with an underlying sense of a man who has nothing but time.

“Enjoying the new office?” Thor inquires, flashing him a bright smile. In another life, he could have been in a toothpaste commercial with a smile like that.

“I don’t even have words,” he replies with a nod. “Doesn’t feel real.”

“Oh, it’s real, Julian. You belong here.”

He says his name so smoothly, as if they’ve been close friends for years, Thor looking out the giant window to the ocean view ahead of them.

“How has everything been since the big move? Your wife settling in fine?”

“We’re adjusting,” Julian answers with a hard swallow. His thoughts go to you, the way you were deeply engrossed in formatting your resume that you barely lifted your head to notice he was leaving for the day. “Wife is still getting used to West Coast time and missing family and friends.”

“I can only imagine. I’m sure she’ll find that this move was beneficial for you both.”

It feels reassuring to agree with his boss, even after only knowing him for such a short time, but there’s something about Thor that puts him at ease. Despite being on the job less than a month, there’s such confidence that Julian can do anything that is placed in front of him because Thor believes in him. He’s always managed to do well in his other jobs, flying under the radar so that he was passed over for promotions and the like, his past bosses telling him he needed to market himself better to be seen. So many wasted moments, getting his hopes up before having them dashed in an instant, to sink lower into a despair he’d tried - and failed - to keep from you.

In Thor, he feels seen and heard, his comments on the new software they’ve been developing making it into a larger conversation when Thor is around, giving him credit where credit is due. It’s a surreal feeling, knowing that his work isn’t being taken for granted. There is a sense of hope again that he can do well, move upward in this company that seemingly tops all the ‘Companies to Work For’ in the business magazines that line Thor’s desk when he’s lucky enough to catch a glimpse inside the massive office.

It’s more than the shiny name plate on Julian’s desk.

It’s that the boss has come to check on him when others could barely remember his name in the past.

“How’s the job search going?” Your mother asks the question without a hint of curiosity, as if she’s asking about the weather.

She believes this is just a phase, a slice of living that needs to happen before Julian - and you - come to the realization that this foray into a new state, a new city and a new job was a mistake. These are the phone calls you dread to take from her, knowing that you will be at her mercy when she decides she needs a listening ear to discuss all her problems because you aren’t physically there to see her sadness in real time.

“Got a few interviews lined up,” comes your reply, the low hum of surprise on the other end making you close your eyes in anticipation.

“Interviews? Does Julian know?”

“Not yet.”

Your mother says your name as a warning, quiet but enough for the twinge of irritation to dance on your nerves.

“I thought you both agreed that you’d give this a whole housewife thing a try. You don’t need to work, you know.”

“I know. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get restless. What am I supposed to do? There’s only so many rooms to clean.”

“This was supposed to be a fresh start for you both. I know you had your moments of doubt but he’s trying to be a better husband. I think you should meet him halfway at least. Cook him dinner or -”

“Not this again. He’s a grown man, Mom,” you remind her through a hard shake of your head, even though you know she can’t see it. “And I do make him dinner. There’s more to marriage than being a glorified dinner cook, you know.”

“I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth,” your mother says quietly, her voice cold. “I just want you to understand that you have to meet him halfway. Like you discussed before you left, remember?”

Another warning not to push your luck. Though she’s miles away, there’s still enough guilt she can heap on to make you apologize before the phone call is through.

“I know this is hard on you, sweetheart. You left your family, your friends and your job. It’s an adjustment, no question. You have to trust him. Trust this process.”

“Did you need something?” you interrupt her, exhaling out a breath that you know she can hear.

“I just wanted to check on you. It’s been three days and not a word from my daughter. A mother gets worried, you know. It’s like I’m gone and forgotten.”

It’s better to say nothing than to try to reassure her. You’ll only end up frustrating yourself.

A long silence passes before the conversation finally has reached the end.

“I don’t know,” your mother says after a moment. “Have a good night and tell Julian I said hello.”

“Night.”

It’s how it always ends, the awkward goodbye where it feels like you’ve checked off a box in order to still stay in her good graces. The sense of relief you feel when it’s over only serves to drive home the point that this move was good for you after all, even if it doesn’t feel like it was.

Looking around the house, there’s nothing left to clean, not even a glass. Movers unpacked every box for you, the list of services paid up for the year on the fridge with a Tesseract magnet, a reminder that this job is the reason why you’re in a place five times bigger than the shoebox you used to call an apartment. It’s all happened so fast that you have to remind yourself that this is what he wanted once upon a time, when you were both younger and broke, checking your bank accounts to make sure you had enough money to go to dinner so that your cards wouldn’t decline.

He’s enamored with this job. It’s everything he’s wanted and more, the way he comes home and waxes poetic about his peers, how in sync they are and the subtle hints that an eventual meet and greet will come your way.

More importantly, he’s in complete awe of his boss, one Thor Odinson, the CEO of Tesseract. What once was a startup tech company now casts a shadow over the well established rivals.

If one could even call them that.

In all things you’ve read, Thor is a tech bro through and through - endearing interviews about his company and the work culture that his employees vouch for wholeheartedly through their company t-shirts and bright smiles on their social media. He’s wholesomely humble, even when he’s talking about his fleet of luxury cars that sit in a pristine garage, giving a heartwarming story of how he’s come from humble beginnings, even when you’re aware that his father had a hand in ‘helping’ him with a loan.

Textbook by most accounts, this CEO who wants to be seen as an equal, not as a higher up who doesn’t understand the people below him. Whatever he’s selling, you’re aware that Julian is buying, the way he has something new to report each time he comes home.

Thor Odinson can do no wrong.

Keenly aware of how Julian used to be pushed to the side to make room for the brown nosers, the kiss ups who stole his ideas while he stood idly by and did nothing, hoping that someone else would see the injustices that were being done - you can see that Thor doesn’t treat him like his former boss. You can’t deny that this is for the better, praising his boss instead of hoping that the last one could see the favoritism that permeated the culture of his last job.

You’ll take the hero worship. Julian stands a bit straighter, more confident when he talks about the trajectory of his career.

A someone instead of a somebody.

Thor leans back in his chair, amused at the fast talking manager at the other end of the line.

“Of course, Mr. Odinson. We’ll be ready for your guests tonight. I will personally make sure that they have the best table. I assure you that they will be well taken care of.”

“I have no doubt, Isaac,” Thor replies, looking over at the clock. “I appreciate you and your team taking this reservation last minute.”

“Anything for you, Mr. Odinson. We are looking forward to it. Will it just be the two of them?”

Thor’s lips curl into a smile at the question.

“I’ll have my usual table tonight, Issac. So the second best table for my guests,” Thor hints with a laugh, one that the manager responds with a nervous laugh of his own.

“Of course. We will see you soon.”

Thor ends the call, firing off a message to Julian to confirm the reservation. He’d practically fallen out of his chair at the mention of Thor securing a reservation for him to take his wife out for the night. Julian had been particularly loose-lipped when it came to talking about his personal life, especially in regard to his wife.

Far from the Mary Sue type he’s heard husbands refer to their wives as, there’s a hint of defiance that he can hear in Julian’s reflection on the move. You’re still adjusting, even to the point of making it a point to decline any get-togethers from his peers, something that Julian feels is a missed opportunity. Assimilating into a society like this means getting buy-in from his spouse, especially when it means being presented as a united front to a new crop of future friends.

“She just needs a little… persuasion,” Julian had told him with a hopeful glance. “She’s still trying to get over not having job prospects since we moved. I keep telling her it’ll come, maybe she needs to make some friends in the meantime, you know? Network and stuff.”

The trailing off is where Thor picked up the pieces. An easy win, by his standard, coming in clutch with a reservation at a popular hot spot that requires reservations at least six months in advance. Easy enough to win points with an unhappy wife.

As he’s seen in the past.

Thor finally stands, stealing a glance at his watch before he calls it a day. There’s work to be done when he gets home - research, shower and a change of clothes.

After all, he can’t be late to surprise his newest employee.

“Your boss really got us reservations at Vanir? Are you sure?” you prod, nervously scrolling through the menu. There are no prices listed, which makes you realize that this place is going to be expensive.

“Positive. He said it was for a job well done and he wanted us to celebrate.”

“What a saint,” you mutter, Julian shooting you a look, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel.

“Can’t you just be happy?” Julian rushes out, as if he was holding in a breath. “It’s a six month waiting list and he pulled some strings. We haven’t had a date in months, not even before we moved. Thought it would be nice.”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t nice.”

“Sounds like it,” Julian answers tersely.

Saying nothing, your hands fall into your lap, your phone going dark. Confrontations can be exhausting, especially when it’s the usual suspects. First your mother and now Julian.

The car ride is silent, Julian changing lanes, the only sound coming from the lane indicator. You want this to work, to be the couple you know you both can be. The voice in the back of your head, the one that pops up when the silence gets too loud, reminds you that arguing won’t fix anything.

“Speaking of, he also invited us to a Sunday service.”

“Sunday service?” you repeat, Julian nodding in response. “Like church?”

“Something like that. He’s big into spirituality. Thought maybe we could go and check it out.”

“Organized religion? You’re a lapsed Catholic and I’m a former Sunday Christian.”

“It’s more like those megachurches. You go for the experience. The people, you know? The music.”

“Do we need that experience?” you question, Julian falling silent at your inquiry.

“Figured it might be good for our marriage. Not saying that we’re in dire straits but might help get us more in touch with what we need?”

“Didn’t realize we needed things.”

“Everyone needs things,” Julian answers you in a hushed tone, like he’s telling you a secret, even though it’s only the two of you inside the car. “We haven’t been the same since last year. It would be nice to get back to where we could understand each other.”

Exhaustion is all you have left to offer.

Acceptance will be a compromise, to keep the peace for a moment - maybe for the rest of the week if you’re lucky. You don’t want to argue

“I guess,” you finally answer, slumping slightly into your seat.

“So I’ll take that as a yes to Sunday?”

You allow a slight nod, Julian reaching out to squeeze your hand tightly in his own. You had it on the tip of your tongue to tell him that you have some interviews lined up but it’s since dissipated, keeping you silent.

“Good. We’ll make it a whole date on Sunday.”

Thor sips on his scotch, taking in the scenery. He’s taken a few pictures, seeing his name trend in real time while he waits.

After all, he has nothing but time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spies a familiar form. Julian certainly knows how to clean up well, even if he can spy the department store suit from a mile away. He has to hand it to his newest employee - he hasn’t made any waves, no mentions of wanting to climb the ladder that so many others have hinted at when they make it into the compound. Still, watching Julian reach for a hand behind him, Thor leans forward, eyes focused on the person behind him.

There you are.

The described wife who is struggling to settle in, eyes widening in wonder at the minimalist aesthetic of the restaurant, footsteps slowing to take it all in. New money, Thor muses, taking another sip. You’ll get used to having the best of everything.

It starts off small. A nice dinner here, a brand new bracelet from one of the jewelers that Thor has had a hand in helping Julian craft. Nothing too flashy, just enough for you to want to wear it often. Julian’s commitment to his job is absolute - Thor isn’t worried about that.

Your attendance on Sunday hinges on how well Julian has done in crafting the same persona he’s had professionally to personal.

A chance to indulge in your spiritual side, connect with like minded people from the congregation.

Or group, as Thor recalls telling Julian.

Packaged for better consumption.

Julian keeps a hold on you, eagerly pointing out the various pieces of artwork adorning the walls. Neither of you notice him for the moment but that’s how he likes it. He’ll watch how you both order your food, if you have the manners to use the proper utensils in the correct order. No biggie if you don’t - he’ll be happy to have you both take an etiquette class.

It’s all about optics. Can’t have his newest employee not be able to hobnob with the elites that already know what to look for in order to find a weakness in his repertoire of top performers.

When his food arrives, Isaac stands nervously, his fingers tapping against each other while Thor takes a bite. It’s a religious experience, devouring something so decadent that he stops for a moment, closing his eyes in appreciation.

The sigh of relief from Issac is heard loud and clear.

“You’ve outdone yourself again, my friend,” Thor compliments him. “Tell your chefs, I am once again pleased. I’ll have to let my brother know he’s missing out.”

“We shall take good care of him, I assure you,” Isaac agrees.

All it takes is one quick text to Loki to let him know he’ll need to review Vanir.

A single visit from Loki, world renowned restaurant reviewer and famed writer and Vanir will have a Michelin star before the week is over. It will be anonymous, of course - no one truly knows what Loki does outside of his own family - but a little boost in Vanir’s ratings and Thor’s stock in the restaurant will continue to go through the roof.

Champagne comes first, over a bed of ice in a silver bucket, expertly poured by your own private server. There’s happiness in Julian’s gaze, a look of relaxation that Thor picks up on immediately.

Which is why Julian doesn’t seem him when he comes from behind, locking eyes with you before he finishes Julian’s sentence.

“Nothing but the best for you, Julian,” Thor interrupts, Julian’s head snapping up to attention at the sight of his boss.

“Thor, hello, hi,” Julian stumbles, motioning to you. “This is my wife.”

“An honor,” Thor purrs, gripping your hand for a moment.

Not quite a shake, not quite a hello. It lingers long enough that he can see the uncomfortableness in your eyes before he lets go.

“Julian has told me so much about you. How do you like the West Coast?”

“It’s an adjustment,” you answer him, giving Julian a nervous smile before you nod at Thor. “Just a lot to take in.”

“I’m sure,” Thor agrees. “Take it day by day. There’s so much to explore. I have no doubt you’ll settle in just fine.”

“We’ll be at the service on Sunday,” Julian speaks up, Thor simply giving a smile to the news. Deep down, he’s aware of what he’s asked of his newest employee, what it means to wade outside of the office politics and into interpersonal activities.

Julian, as it turns out, hasn’t let him down yet.

“You’re in for an experience. I always leave feeling refreshed, more centered. We all need that these days, don’t we? In such a world where so much goes wrong, it’s nice to be around a group of people who are there for the same common goal. Spirituality is a journey but it is a path to enlightenment that I do not take lightly. But it is worth it, I assure you.”

After his speech, he can see the ease in your features, the way you glance at Julian for reassurance.

Sunday Christian indeed, Thor thinks, excusing himself from the table after a quick goodbye.

He’ll make you a believer.

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geminixevans-stan · 1 year

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This deserves more than a brick…

HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭😭😭

Odeum - One

All aboard the angst train! I wanted something akin to Redemption but less cheating (see: no cheating). There are some HEAVY themes in this fic as referenced in the warnings below but despite this, I hope you will come along for the ride. In this fic, Thor doesn’t have any powers, btw!

To get into the mood, I’d listen to Gin Wigmore’s ‘Odeum’. It’ll set the mood up for you.

For reference, the italic paragraphs are from the past as we go from present, past and back to present.

Thor x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, heavy angst, mentions of a miscarriage, medical procedure, world building.

Summary | Having a blended family with a rewarding but demanding job is a fine art, one that Thor has learned to balance with ease. When a loss hits home, he must learn to reevaluate what he made a priority in his life before it’s too late.

Thor slides a hand down his face, exhaling a deep breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. Jane sits beside him, her gaze on his fingers that twist his wedding ring mindlessly around, as if in a trance.

“Still waiting?” she asks softly, Thor nodding in response, eyes focused on the floor.

Guilt hangs in the air, so palatable that it can be cut with a knife. The missed calls, the cheers from Maren’s soccer game, the final text and then the phone call from your mother still churns in his mind, so deep into his thoughts that he doesn’t see your mother exit your hospital room, Jane standing when she sees her.

Jane knows your mother and her quiet dignity and grace, both on display as she takes Jane’s hands in her own. Her steely gaze is directed only at Thor, fixing a sympathetic smile on her features at Jane before letting go of her hands.

“I didn’t know,” Thor says, his head lifting as your mother says nothing. “I just want to see her, let her know I didn’t know she was -”

“She is aware that you’re here, Thor,” your mother interrupts, her voice even, showing no emotion. “She needs rest. Care.”

The final word slips from her lips like poison. That strength your mother always displays has a slight crack in her armor, the way she tightens her lips at his head bowing back down.

A reminder he wasn’t around in your most devastating moment.

“I’ll keep Maren this weekend,” Jane responds, your mother giving her a nod.

Everything seems to be in slow motion, Jane whispering to your mother while he feels his throat tighten at the thought of leaving you alone again for the night.

The whispering from Jane appears as an apology of sorts, tears welling in her eyes before your mother embraces her, kissing her cheek. Jane doesn’t spare a look at Thor, simply walking away before giving a longing glance at the closed door of your room.

“She’ll tell you when she’s ready to see you, Thor,” your mother says after a long pause. “It isn’t up to me. She won’t see you tonight. Go home and get some rest.”

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geminixevans-stan · 1 year

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They’re so cute 🥺💖💖💖💖

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geminixevans-stan · 1 year

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Boyyyy you just causing all types of drama between the friends!

But awwww her and Bucky are so cute! I like these mushy fuckers

Pack a Bag and Go

G’Mornin

Late Night Creeps

Not a Word

Summary: A week after resuming classes, Bucky keeps good on his promise and takes you away for your first official date

Relationship: stepdad’s bff!Bucky Barnes x black!YA!reader

Warnings: graphic language, some cute lovey dovey shit, outdoor sex, age gap (reader’s in her 20’s), unprotected sex, exchanging of fluids, oral (fem rec), 18+

A/N: inspo struck at random and bam! I said I wanted a fic with just Bucky and reader getting some alone time, and damn did I deliver. The concluding chapter to this foolery will be next. What will become of these three?! 😏🤭

(“Yeah I got your girl Steve..” 😏)

You couldn’t focus on class all week, too distracted anticipating Friday. Friday’s the day…

Pack a bag baby…

Your first little weekend getaway with Bucky. He said soon…but you didn’t think it’d be this soon. Barely a week after he said goodbye, and you returned back to campus, he came calling…

Where are we going?

You were kinda nervous…what were you gonna tell your mom? Would Steve be suspicious? You’d told her you were thinkin about coming home, because the workload after Spring Break always sucked and you wanted a breather. Maybe blow some steam off Steve.

It’s a surprise…

“You sure baby?” Your mom fret over the phone. You called her the minute Bucky text you. “Don’t want you to burn out…”

You lied and said you had a research paper that you had to work on. The best you could come up with and she would buy it, knowing how much you like to procrastinate when it comes to essays.

“I know but it’ll be okay…me and my roommate will be held up in the library,” you bare your teeth to her, silently apologizing for throwing her under the bus, “so I won’t be miserable alone. It’ll be a boring weekend for the both of us.”

“Aww…well okay…” Steve listened on from the other room, a little disappointed you weren’t coming home after all. “Call me if you need anything…”

Your roommate was rolling around on her bed, trying to contain all her evil giggling. Annoyed by the sight of her in hysterics, you chunk a pillow at her head. Who was more excited about your weekend away with your “potential older boyfriend,” you or her? You didn’t even want to tell her about him, but the way your face lit up when you saw his name pop up on your screen? She knew something was up…

“She said not to worry…” your mom reiterated to your stepdad once she hung up, but Steve couldn’t ignore his unsettled nerves. You could be too busy with school but, there was this moment…before Bucky left that stuck with him…maybe it meant nothing… “Let’s have a date night.”

Your mom gleefully tossed her arms around Steve’s shoulders, taking him out of his suspicious mind. Looking down at her, into her beautiful eyes that you inherited, he smiled and nodded. He was putting in double overtime to appease your mom ever since she busted him coming out of your room. A date night would be good way to settle them both down…help get their minds off you.

“Why aren’t you freaking out?!” Friday morning and your roommate is loud. “You should be freaking out!”

No need…Bucky’s coming, and that made you more excited than nervous. Calmly, with a bitten smirk, you packed your overnight bag, snickering because you might not even need clothes knowing how he crazy he is. You almost wish you had some sexy lingerie to impress him with. Bucky would love that…but this is your first spontaneous trip so maybe you’ll come better prepared next time. The thought of his eyes growing dark with lust at the sight of you made you smile harder, resist a shudder.

“Mmm…maybe I am on the inside…” you hummed behind your smirk, “can’t believe I’m doing this…”

Still no clue where he was taking you, you vowed to let her know when you got there. Just in case. You trusted Bucky with your life, of course but, parents. Steve. Bitches need back up plan after back up plan, and you two were a diabolical duo.

She squeals kicking her feet, “me either! Uuuuggghhhh this is so hot. You know how hot this is right.”

Ooooh you are very well aware how hot this shit is. Your throbbing damp slit tells the tale. She had no idea what transpired between the two of you while he was your live-in fuck toy, fuckin making each other blissfully cum over and over again; hot is understatement of the year. Only a few days and counting since you’d seen him last and you were craving his filthy mouth, his punishing grip at your wiggling body. Hot didn’t even begin to describe what the fuck…

I’m here baby. I’m outside.

“Shit he’s here!” You snatch up your phone with a surprised gasp. How’d he get here so fast? You thought you’d have another hour or so to get your shit together, and now your thoughts scatter, anxiously looking around your room to make sure you have everything. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…”

“You’re good boo swear!” Your roommate grabs ahold of your flailing hands, keeps you from pacing the room. “Have fun. This week sucked.” She smiles reassuringly, holding your stare. “I got your back. Go.”

Bucky couldn’t take his happy eyes off you, gripping at your fingers as he sped away from your school. Actually got you all to himself, he was beyond thrilled. Feeling like two teens on the run to anywhere. You practically threw yourself into his opened arms when you ran to his truck, ignoring looks and whispers from the girls loitering outside your dorm. He held onto you—dearly—burying his face into your neck, inhaling your scent, mumbling on and on about how much he missed you. After the hell week you had, it felt so damn good to feel wanted. Especially by him. Listening to his desperate concessions eased the tension in your shoulders, made your heart recklessly flutter.

Bucky made you so weak in the knees with his cute shit, it was a little overwhelming. Something…meaningful…transpired during the break, behind closed doors while your mom and Steve were too busy working and dealing with each other. In between the sessions, being pushed and pulled, there were these intimate moments he would tell you all about his traumatic life, and his developing feelings. You didn’t expect Bucky to fall for you, or you for him really—this was just supposed to be some sick fun. That night, after Steve cucked him and you were slipping in and out of consciousness, he kept it mad real:

This is fun and all baby, Bucky whispered as he soothed your ragged breaths, but I’m so crazy about you. Steve can’t keep you forever like he thinks, but I can. And I want to. He won’t like it, but he has no choice…he can’t have you both…

No choice…truth, Steve wouldn’t be able to keep this up much longer. How it went on this long was surprising on its own. And you knew, eventually, all of this was going to come to a pretty dramatic close, but not with Bucky actually catching feelings. Really, it’s the only outcome that made some sort sense, you and Buck. Your wolfie baby he so affectionately pet named himself. Steve would hate if you chose Bucky over him; he was already so incredibly jealous of your relationship you’re sure he’d go bizzerk. Probably fall to pieces or go off on you, or his best pal. And then your mom would know without a doubt what’s been going on. Either way, there’s going to be hell to pay and someone was bound to get hurt. Bucky didn’t care, because it wasn’t going to be him. No way. You guys have each other. It’s been set in stone.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asks as he wraps an arm around you, securing you into his warm side. “Not too cold are you?”

Resting your head against his chest, you snuggle into him with a comfortable sigh. “No I’m good Buck. This is nice.”

Waves crash along the beach under the sun setting along the horizon. Together you snuggle close, watch the skyline change colors behind clouds. Seemed like you guys drove forever until you finally saw the water, rehashing the exhausting week you’d been having resuming classes. He held on to your hand and every word, offering up his two cents when he felt inclined. Bucky never gave up the location of his surprise, and was so pleased to see your pretty brown eyes light up the moment you saw the beach. After hearing all your woes, he was proud of the plan that he demised it couldn’t have been more perfect. Down a private driveway he took you to a secluded end, parking his big ass truck in the middle of the sand. Hopping out the driver’s side, Bucky summoned you out with a curious grin and nod to show you what was waiting in the flatbed. Letting down the tailgate, he reveals an air mattress covered with blankets and pillows, and a picnic basket packed with all sorts snacks and drinks. You couldn’t believe your eyes, clutching your tightening chest. You’d never done anything like this before. Never had a guy go all out for you like this before. Bucky glimmered in the sunlight with pure joy, helping you up onto the gate, and handing you a black hoodie of his to wear. You would have never expected something like this from him. A pleasant surprise…but he’d been doing that a lot since he came into your life.

Resting his bearded chin atop your crown, he heaves a big sigh. “I’m glad you’re happy, and relaxed.”

You faintly grin to yourself, wrapping your arms around his waist, giving him a small squeeze. “All thanks to you. I really needed this.”

Bucky’s so glad to hear that he can bring you peace. “You’re welcome beautiful. Glad I could get you away, all to myself.”

Because that’s what it’s all about at the end of the day, that he gets to have you without his best friend glaring at him. Without him around, you guys can be who y’all are without feeling a twinge of guilt. Steve had no clue about Bucky’s secret plans to take you out on dates. If he ever found out…a brief wave of anxiety draws up your shoulders, pulling you away from Bucky who looks down on you concerned.

“You didn’t mention anything to Steve?” You sheepishly peep up at him.

Bucky scoffs, “no way,” with a furrowed brow, “he’d find a way to be here if I did.” He points at your attached torsos.

“What if he finds out?”

He’s confused. “What, are you going to tell him?” You disapprovingly shook your head. “Tell your mom?” You almost laughed as you shook your head again. “Then there’s no way he’s going to find us baby.”

God you hoped he was right. Bucky drapes his arm back over your shoulders, pulling you back into his sweet embrace. Felt like Steve always had a way of finding shit out. Probably was at home speculating what you were up to since you didn’t come home to him. Oh well, you shrug with a sigh up at his sharp jaw, feeling so grateful to be with Bucky. He was too good for setting this up, too damn sweet and no one knew it but you…

“Bucky…”

“Yeah?”

“I really like being with you…”

His smile couldn’t be any bigger, brighter, as he dropped his gaze down on you gaping up at him with those softest, most loving stare. Cupping your cheek with a smitten grin, he tips your chin even higher, drawing you in.

“Baby…all I wanna do is spend every minute of everyday just like this with you.”

You modestly look away with a soft grin. Can’t take that light in his eye. It’s too serious, and it made you fear the inevitable.

“But…I’m afraid…Steve…”

Bucky shushed you with a mild kiss, lingering his lips near your baited breaths. “No need.” His thumb grazes your burning flesh. “You’re with me.”

What do you need to worry about him for when you’re beside your Bucky. Steve should be the last person on your mind. No way in hell he was about to let him come in and fuck shit up. Bucky’s willing to do whatever to keep you all to himself. Be there to catch you when this all blew up in Steve’s face. All he wanted to do was take care of you, love on you. He’d never been so sure of how he felt.

“Hey. I got you something.”

Pinching a frown, you suppress a coy smirk, intrigued by the idea of him going out of his way to get you anything. “What? Bucky…really…”

“Hmm yeah,” he chuckles, reaching into his front pocket. “It’s a little corny but…I couldn’t resist…” His brow quirks with a little smile.

Out from his jeans, pinched between his two fingers, a long silvery chain trails up into cool sea air until a tiny wolf charm dangles before you. It was mad corny but you love the fuck out of it.

“Aww Bucky!” Eyes wide you gasp, swatting at his bicep, “you’re so fuckin cute!” Cupping your shaky hands you rest the charm in your palm, stunned but smiling so hard it hurts.

“You like it?” You swear he’s blushing under his scruff.

Nodding urgently you bite back a giggle, admiring the way it shines. “I fuckin love it. You sap.”

Bucky cracks up, releasing the clasp. “Shutup.” Licking his curvy lips he goes for your exposed neck, says with a clever smirk, “a little something to remind you of me when I’m not around. Y’know…other than all the graphic memories…”

Together you guys tut a chuckle as he secures the necklace at your nape, the cool metal gracing your prickled skin. Bucky’s warm breath grazes down the left side of your face, the sensation keeps a crooked grin about your lips. Your head swims, blood rushing so rapidly due to your erratic heartbeat. There goes that overwhelming feeling again, when Bucky’s killin you with his sweetness. You couldn’t get enough of how good he makes you feel, how much he makes your cheeks ache. His fingertips faintly embrace the curve of your throat, causing a tiny hitch in your breath. Fuck…you’re fallin in deep…

Huffing a small laugh to yourself, you whisper, “It’s perfect, lil wolfie baby…” with a nuzzle, taking ahold of him by the back of his neck, nails carding his hair. “You’ve made my week.”

“What I like to hear baby…” Bucky whispers in return against your trembling lips, “love making you so insanely happy…” he outlines them parting for a kiss with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh Bucky.”

You take what’s rightfully yours, slamming him further into your open mouth with all your might. Since the moment he got you in his arms, you owned Bucky. The way you gazed upon him all needy, climbing up into his beefy lap begging for his help. Fuck me Bucky…he can never unhear your cry. He couldn’t understand what Steve was always going on about until he laid his haughty eyes on you, roughly took you by your curves and fucked into you. One night…all it took for him to become addicted to your aroma. Steve didn’t deserve to be so greedy. You and your mom? What gave him the right. Bucky mulled that over quite a bit after you two met. Only agreeing to the terms just to keep a piece of you all while orchestrating a way to fuckin take you. Steve had no idea what was coming, at first, but during Bucky’s visit, the pieces started coming together. But there’s nothing Steve could do to stop him. Nothing.

“I belong to you baby…” Bucky breaks your lip lock with a breathless whimper, straddling you across his lap, gawking up at you with a twinkle in his cloudy grey eyes. Holding you by the back of your head, and at the small of your back, he confesses, “I’ve always belonged to you.”

He peers so deep into your soul, you almost break. Try to catch your breath, but the way he looks at you deflates your lungs. Searching his handsome face, you brush a nervous hand back over his luscious hair with a shake of your head. “You…you don’t know what you’re saying…”

But he slowly nods, refutes your claim. “Of course I do.” Up goes his hand, under your hoodie and shirt, tracing every bone in your spine. “I mean every word I tell you. No reason to lie to you.” You shyly drop your chin, resting your third eye against his as he nimbly unhooks your bra. “Care about you so much baby. Hate being away from you.”

“Mmm Bucky,” you whine as you begin to gradually rock your hips back and forth, fisting his hair. He abandons your squirming back, slithering his hand around to your tits free from their confines.

“All I can see is the gorgeous glow of your brown skin, smell your pretty pussy in my nose…”

Bucky pinches your nipple and you groan out, “fuck!” to the empty beach. Nerves burn with delight you clench tighter at his scalp, grinding your hips harder against the bulge in his jeans. “My god Bucky…”

“Wanna worship you every second,” he hisses as he abruptly tugs your pants open to shove an eager hand into your panties, “wanna make you feel so good you see heaven baby…”

You cry out his name once more as his middle finger circles your swollen clit, spreading your knees further apart to give him some room to reach for your damp slit. Bucky barks a groan as he plays with your hot pussy, nibbling at the hull of your jaw as you yank back on his hair.

“God I need you so fuckin bad Buck,” you tenderly growl, riding his curved fingers, guiding him down on the made up air mattress. “Hate going so long without you daddy.”

As he rests back with a sinister grin, you relinquish your hold to get anxiously him out of his pants. Let’s face it, as much as Bucky was addicted to you, you were just as addicted to him. That’s why everything hit off the way it did. Bucky was everything you needed and more to curb your appetite for your stepdad. Once, you had asked for someone just as big and fine as Steve and the universe delivered his best fuckin friend. What Steve thought was doing his bud a favor was really doing you an even bigger one and he didn’t even know it. You had just lucked out with them both wanting you. And Bucky was right, it was fun and all but…how did Steve think he was going to get away with this? Did he really think you and Bucky wouldn’t fall for each other? Or was he trying setting him up for failure? Bucky wasn’t going to go down without a fight, that’s for damn sure. He wanted you more, needed you more than his selfish bestie. And he’s going to prove it.

Bucky squirms beneath you, grips your arm with subtle grunts as he pumps his partnered fingers in and out your dripping wet hole. “I know baby I’m going to fix it. Going to make you feel better.”

Looking down on him with dark hooded eyes and shaky moans, you shove your nimble fingers into his open fly, securing them around his engorged dick. “Ugh fuck please Bucky. Fuckin please put me out of my misery.”

Sitting up on your stiff knees, you assist Bucky push your pants down your wiggling hips, simultaneously pulling him out convulsing in your fist as he kicks his jeans off. Together you moan out in unison, getting each other off as you two get comfortable. Pulling a blanket over your bare ass positioned over his erect dick. As he guides you down, you sit a hand over his pounding heart, clawing his shirt with a sharp yelp as he quickly fills you up. Bucky practically laughs in delirious glee, circling your fat with his thumb as he winds his pelvis round into your beating folds.

“Aw fuck baby!” You’re so hot and tight around his girth he can’t take it, holding his breath and wrenching his eyes shut for a long minute. “Oh fuck you’re so goddamn wet. Been holdin out for me?”

“Oh. My. God. Yeah—yes! Fuck!” Instantly, a chorus of mighty slaps ring out between your reddening thighs. Bucky had no patience once he’s inside you. Going off the moment your juices drip down his veiny skin, dying to be deeper, starved for your cum. “Wanted…to be good…for you Bucky…” You tiredly gulp out amidst your whining, holding on to his thick shoulders for dear life. “Wanna…be…be your good girl.”

Bucky dips his soiled thumb into your open mouth, pressing your juices onto your tastebuds with a dire smirk. “You’re my good girl baby. My best girl.” He takes ahold the side of your face, wrestling with your squirmy tongue. “No one fucks me like you do. Takes my dick like you do.”

Your insides quiver as your shoulders sink. “Fuck no,” you whine in a high pitch and Bucky just darkly chuckles at you breaking down. Eyes crossed and drooling, mindlessly bouncing up and down on his chiseled pelvis. How beautiful you looked drunk and mewling over him, struggling to breathe from his powerful strokes.

“My girl. My baby.” Bucky sickly muses with a shudder. “Fuck squeeze my dick. Squeeze it baby—god yes I love that shit.”

It’s your turn to slither a sleazy smile, and he runs his sloppy wrinkled thumb over your puffy pink lips. “Yeah? Like this?” Bucky shouts a longing moan, gripping a chunk of your quaking ass as he contracts deep in your guts.

“Fuck yeah. You know what drives daddy crazy…” Another squeeze of your flushes walls has him gently crying your name, gripping you harder fighting his building load. “Your wolfie baby your only daddy? Huh?”

“Yeah…yeah…yeah…” you foolishly mumble up to the sky in a daze, grabbing and tugging at your nipples for Bucky. If only he could record this moment for his bitter bestie back home who has no earthly idea of where his precious baby girl is. Couldn’t wipe the satisfied smile off his face.

“Then give daddy what he wants hmm? Can you do that for your wolfie?” He chokes, on the verge of losing himself in your creamy warmth.

An orgasmic chill echoes down your curved spine, ready to cum right along with him. You pant, “Always daddy…” Another orgasmic ripple falls over you two staring into each other with teary eyes, all your howling and whining reaching higher and higher. Any second now…anticipating who will snap first…but you guys can’t help how in synch you’ve become.

“Oh fuck! Bucky!” Jaw dropped and nose wrinkled, you shout out as you squirt down his length. His dick quakes so wildly it triggers another nerve wrecking orgasm out of your restless body, and he holds your edgy hips still as he lets loose.

“Oh that’s it baby. Oh fuck that’s it…” Bucky weakly gripes as his back bows off the mattress, shooting ropes of cum all over your raw walls. “Fuck don’t stop baby.” His fingertips puncture your flesh and he doesn’t let go until he relaxes back with a whimsical grin, relishing in how sticky you guys are at the hip. You catch your breath with quiet sighs and a satiated smile, admiring Bucky settle down. He looks absolutely divine beneath you all dreamy, skin flushed. You didn’t want this day to end. Time’s so fleeting when you guys are together.

“What’s wrong.” He asks with a pinch of your chin, drawing you down for a mushy kiss that reignites the spark in your belly.

Tutting a short laugh at yourself, you shrug, “I miss you already…” Sounded so lame to say but it’s true. Even though you guys are together right now, eventually you’ll have to go back to ordinary life and he’ll leave. You’re loathing the goodbye already. Bucky didn’t like that.

“Oh baby…” Bracing your back Bucky flips you over, hovering over you with a tender smirk. “Don’t do that…we’ve got hours upon hours to be together.” He kisses you again, ingesting your tiny whimpers as he falls out of your messy pussy. You go for his hair again but as he abandons your mouth, he places your hand back down at your side with a slight shake of his head. “Don’t think about tomorrow. Be here with me…”

Bucky pushes the hem of his hoodie up your caved stomach as he snakes down your middle, licking and sucking at your writhing torso as he exposes you to the night air. You jerk and jump with each puckered kiss trailing down to indecent pussy still covered with a combination of his and yours cum.

“Yessir,” you keel over the first long hot lick over your tired folds, your hips jolting up with his fluid motion. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head with a dry gulp. “With you Bucky…”

“That’s my girl…” He airily praises, faintly tracing his middle finger down your fluttering slit just as he takes another taste of you. “Fuck you taste immaculate when it’s just the two of us on your skin…”

Bucky buries his depraved mouth as deep as he can between your spread thighs, keeping his elated gaze up your heaving front as he slurps his load oozing out of you. Indulging himself as he locks his arm around your hips. Here’s to hoping he’ll never have to taste Steve riddled in your cum, that he’ll only be familiar with the bittersweet tang of you two settling over his swaying tongue. After tonight, you’ll never want your stepdad again. Bucky was going to make sure of it. Next time you go home, you’ll be fighting Steve off you and he won’t be none the wiser. Just the idea, along with your wavering body at his overworked mouth, had Bucky so raging hard and dripping he had to stroke himself. Loudly humming into you with a pleased roll of his dazzling steel blue eyes.

You’re mine, you’re mine, he mentally chants with each pump of his clenched fist, passionately making out with your pussy as you boorishly scream his name. You no longer need your stepdad when you got his buddy…no need to go back. Out of nowhere your spine snaps up off the mattress with a silent oh, and your cum goes trickling down Bucky’s guzzling throat. But he doesn’t stop, sending you into hysterics with a curly grin.

You’re mine…

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