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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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I love your writing, it’s literally so good oml

Here’s a thought that I can’t get out of my head pornstar stucky edging the absolute life out of reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

OOOH this is so hot!! I love this idea with a really bratty reader? Like maybe the guys came home and caught you playing with your vibe.

So maybe they've been edging you for so long, your legs are twitching in Steve's grip. He's sat behind you, his cock achingly hard, holding your legs spread while Bucky works you with his fingers and tongue.

Bucky never lets you finish. Each time you get close, he pulls away entirely, letting the pleasure dissipate before you can fully give in to it.

"You're so fucking stubborn. Drives me crazy knowing we have to do so much to break you." Steve growls in your ear as Bucky dives back in once more. Bucky's chin is slick, evidence of your need all over his face but he's nowhere near ready to give you what you want.

No matter how much you whine and squirm, you're held in place. "Don't care. 'm not saying sorry." You pant, rolling your hips against Bucky's face as much as Steve will allow.

"That's up to you, honey. But if you want to cum tonight, you know you need to apologise for touching yourself without permission." Steve smirks, enjoying your groans because the last thing you want to do is stay denied but the second last thing you want is to apologise.

"M-maybe if you two fucked me better, I wouldn't need my vibe." Your brain is so muddled, that seems like a good idea to taunt them but you know you're in trouble when Bucky's fingers stop.

"I think you're forgetting how we fucked you stupid last night, huh? Remember you cummin' so many times you begged to stop. Maybe your slutty little pussy needs a reminder." Bucky's beyond pissed off now but his is always a quiet anger.

"I'll hold her, Steve. Your turn." Steve doesn't need to be told twice, swapping places with Bucky but laying you on your back. His thick cock plunges into you while Bucky holds your legs and oh, this is going to be torture.

Steve always hits just right. Both men are so big, the stretch is delicious but when your body is already so sensitive, it's almost overwhelming.

"This is your own fuckin' fault. Stop whining." Steve grunts, fucking himself in and out of your dripping hole, pausing when he thinks you're getting too close.

"Shouldn't have touched what's ours. You don't play with our cunt unless we tell you to." Bucky reminds you. Your eyes are rolling back in your head, each thrust from Steve giving a torturous kind of pleasure.

"S-Steve..." You sob, clenching and fluttering around his length, whimpering at the loss as he pulls out and stops again.

"It's not takin' much to get you right to the edge, is it baby? You're so worked up on Stevie's fat dick. He feels good, doesn't he? He'd let you feel even better if you were a good girl. All you gotta do is say you're sorry. Maybe if you call him daddy, he'll forget all this ever happened." Bucky muses, playing with one of your nipples. Steve looks up from your face to Bucky's, smirking because if you just give in, those men are going to do their best to ruin you together.

"Eat sh-shit, Sir." You whisper, regretting it almost instantly. You need to cum and you need to cum now. Why the fuck are you letting your mouth run away with you?

"God, you're annoying." Steve groans, fucking you relentlessly, so hard and fast you think you might cry with joy. But right as you're about to finish, he stops once more and this time, you might cry from frustration.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #stucky x reader #stucky x reader smut #ps!stucky #I WANTED TO POST A DBF! FIC TONIGHT #AND BRING BACK DBF FRIDAYS #BUT IT ISN'T FINISHED YET #I really like where it's at so far #I have a bit of a renewed love for him #I have so many asks rn that I'm totally obsessed with #and I'm hopping between both jobs so much this week I haven't had a chance to write as much as I want #I'm so tired #Lowkey wanna take a couple of days off work and do another themed day #but idk what theme I want #I'm back to the coffee shop tonight #But I start a kind of new role on Monday!#two weeks sooner than I was supposed to

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fictionalmenmakemecry · 3 years

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Healing the Wounds

Characters: Deacon St John x Reader

Summary: Deacon is stopping by Lost Lake Camp to get his bike fixed up. You run into him noticing he need medical attention and let's just say the sexual tension between you two is thick. (Sarah does not exist)

Warnings: Swearing

I walked across Lost Lake camp, heading to the mechanic to see if my bike was close to getting fixed. It's been a week since I was out in the shit. I was coming back from burning some nests when I got knocked off my bike from a runner. I felt the panic hit me as I fell off my bike. I reached for my machete and made short work of the two runners, who were following me back. I looked over to my bike which was trashed, making me walk home the rest of the way.

I entered the mechanic looking around for my bike. When I heard a deep voice in front of me. I looked over to see a tall man with his back facing me. I noticed the mongrels' jacket he had on.

"How long til' I have her back again?" He asked

"End of the day?" The mechanic offered while rubbing his oiled covered hands with a rag.

He sighed turning around not realising I was behind him.

"Oh shit, sorry" He took a few steps back.

"Don't worry about it" I smiled noticing he wasn't bad looking

He looked down and smiled back at me. I noticed the tattoos peeping through and the numerous rings he was also wearing.

"I haven't seen you around, fresh meat?" I raised an eyebrow hoping that he was here to stay.

He chuckled bringing his hand up smoothing down his beard.

"I'm a drifter but I did stay here a long time ago" He explained.

"Deacon St. John" He introduced himself reaching out his hand

"Y/L/N" I shook his hand.

I looked down noticing a nasty burn on his lower arm just under his sleeve. I pulled away my hand bringing it up to his injury putting all my attention on that.

"Oh my god, this does not look good" I gasped automatically rolling up his sleeve to get a better look

" Oh yeah, some damn rippers got me a couple of days ago. I haven't have the chance to do anything with it " He explained.

I looked up to meet his eyes to see him with a slight surprised expression on his face.

"Sorry" I apologised letting go of his arm, feeling that I was too forward.

"No no, I don't mind. It's nice to see someone care" He gave a small friendly smile

"I'm a nurse and so it was just my first instinct, I guess" I glanced down at his arm not able to shake it from my mind.

"Would it be okay if I dressed it up for you?" I asked hoping he would agree.

"Yeah, totally, no problem. I don't want it to get infected" He pulled down his sleeve.

We both walked out of the mechanics and I lead him to my little hut. I opened the door and walked over to my medic station which was very simple but did the job.

"Hop up on the table and I'll get some supplies" I gestured over to the corner on the room

As I looked for my first aid kit, I could feel myself blush. I know that I was starting to develop a crush for him. I felt so stupid but it's been so long since I even looked at a guy the way I saw Deacon.

"So, this is you little place?" Deacon asked looking around my room.

"Yeah, it's small and plain but all I really need is a bed to sleep in and then my station so I can help people medically.

I walked over and starting unboxing the supplies I needed. He rolled up his sleeve. I looked down at the burn to see that the tattoo was enveloped in the burn. I got a cotton pad out and put some solution on it.

"This might hurt a little" I said quietly.

I heard him gasp and flinch a little under my touch as I gently dapped the burn with the cotton pad. We stay in silence for a couple of minutes as I concentrated on the task at hand.

"I can't even remember the last time I slept in my own bed" I glanced up to see him look at my bed.

"Where do you sleep?" I questioned reaching for a new cotton pad.

"Well on the ground if I'm on the road or just in a random bed when I visit a camp. I don't sleep much anyway" He looked down at me, watching.

"That's sad, nothing beats a good night sleep" I smiled realising I take my bed for granted.

"Tell me about it" He said quietly.

We both said nothing else for awhile, I was focused on his breathing. Since everything went down, you don't get much contact with people, close contact anyway.

"Well your welcome to sleep in my bed" I offered then realising what that sounded like. I heard him snort, confirming what I thought.

"That's not what I meant, I- I, Your welc-" I stuttered not wanting to look up, I could my face becoming more and more red.

"Don't worry, I know what you meant" He chuckled. "I appreciate the offer" I looked up seeing his warm smile

I started wrapping the bandage over his arm and feeling his eyes on me. I was too shy to give him eye contact. I looked over to his other hand to see no wedding ring. Not like that mattered now, most of people's partners are dead or missing.

I secured the bandage and finally looked up to see his eyes meeting mine. I released his arm from my hand and dropped it to my side, for him to catch my hand and hold it. My heart skipped a beat, it's been so long since someone has held my hand so gently.

"Thank you y/n" He whispered glancing down at my lips.

To be continued.....

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choosingmylife · 6 years

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Catching a First (Maxwell x MC)

Been working on this for like...over a week and finally got it done. Sometimes, I know a story I want to begin, but have no clue how to end it so it takes me a while.

Anyway. Enjoy lovely people.

"Maxwell, hurry! We're gonna miss it!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming," her husband yells from across the house, followed by a laugh. "Never thought I'd say that outside of our bedroom."

Daisy rolls her eyes as he enters the room. "And you won't ever say it again if you miss this."

"I'm not gonna miss anything. Look, she's not even standing up anymore!"

Daisy turns to look at their daughter, just barely a year old, playing with a toy on the carpet. Her attention is completely devoted to the toy and it seems as if she has no intention of moving anytime soon.

Daisy groans, "Ugh, I've been trying to get her to do it for weeks! And every time I think she's gonna start walking and I get the camera ready, she doesn't do it. I swear, it's like a game to her and I never win."

Maxwell settles onto the couch beside his wife, watching over their daughter. "I don't think we're ever supposed to win. Pretty sure that's what being a parent means."

"Yeah, well it sucks."

"Dadada," Charlotte babbles as she finally realizes her favorite person is in the room.

Maxwell grins at the little girl, "Hey, sweetpea. That's right. Da da. I'm your da da," he talks back to her and she smiles in return. She moves her body to go towards him, but the toy she'd been playing with makes a noise, distracting her again, and she stops.

His wife frowns at the exchange. "When is she ever going to say mama? I mean...I'm here, too, ya know. It's a little unfair."

Maxwell shrugs and turns his head to look at her. "Maybe I'm just the cooler parent and she just had to say dada first or it'd ruin her street cred."

"She doesn't have any street cred, Maxwell."

"Not yet, but she will. Might as well rack up all the points she can get," Maxwell informs her and Daisy only shakes her head, not wanting to open the argument of who was the cooler parent again.

They continue to talk about little things and watch their daughter as she plays for a few more minutes. They're stopped when Chance prances into the room and hops onto the couch between them.

Daisy pets him on the top of his head. "Hey there, boy. I haven't seen you all day. Where've you been?"

Of course, he doesn't answer, and instead nuzzles himself closer to Daisy. Maxwell reaches out to pet him, but Chance gives him a look.

Maxwell slowly retracts his hand. "At least you've got Chance. I've shared like a hundred ice cream cones with him and he still barely tolerates me."

Daisy pauses her petting, "Ice cream cones? You've given him ice cream?"

"Well yeah, it's not gonna hurt him. I mean, it shouldn't. Right?"

"Usually no, not for any other dog but Chance is lactose intolerant! No wonder he's been stinking up the place," she complains.

"Doh! Doh!" their daughter exclaims from the floor, her eyes wide.

Both parents turn to look at their daughter as she reaches for the animal, fingers flexing in and out. Chance perks up at her voice, his tail wagging excitedly back and forth. The little girl clumsily stands up from the floor and her parents' eyes widen.

"That's right, Char. Dog. Come see your dog, baby girl," Daisy coos.

Charlotte's right leg begins to shake as she tries to lift it. Her heel leaves the floor but immediately goes back down.

"Come on, baby. You can do it. Come get Chance. Come on," Daisy urges as Maxwell sits in awe.

Their daughter tries once more to move her legs, picking up one foot with a shaky motion. Daisy gasps and slaps Maxwell on the arm. When he looks at her, she gestures to the camera and he takes the cue.

Charlotte takes a step and Daisy claps her hands, "That's it, baby. Come here. Come see Chance. You're so close!"

Their daughter takes another step, stumbling for a second and getting off balance. She quickly recovers, however, and takes another step, this time more carefully and steadier than before. With each step, she grows more confident and, with both parents cheering her on, she makes it to the couch, roughly falling into it as she reaches for Chance.

"Doh!" she exclaims and Daisy laughs.

"Yes! Yes, dog! Good job, Charlotte! You walked! You did so good," Daisy tells her, proudly, and wipes a tear off of her cheek as it trails down.

Charlotte continues to chant about the dog and Daisy looks at her husband, whose own wide smile matches hers.

"I can't believe she finally did it! You know its going to be crazy here now that she can cruise around on her own," Daisy says and Maxwell nods.

"I know, but at least we won't have to carry her everywhere anymore. She's starting to get heavy," he replies.

Daisy sighs, "Yeah, I'm a little sad about that. It seems like just the other day I was in the hospital having a brand new baby wrapped in a pink blanket put in my arms. And now she's walking! Next it'll be the first day of school, then graduation....and she's gonna get married! Have kids of her own! It's going to fly by..."

Both of their smiles falter as they take in this thought, imagining all of the ways their little girl is going to grow and change.

Daisy sighs again, "Well, at least we have it on video to look back on it whenever we want to. Can I watch it again?"

Maxwell lifts up the camera and starts fiddling with the buttons. "Sure, I have it riiiiight....oh, no."

Daisy frowns, "'Oh no?' What does that mean? What's 'oh no'?"

Maxwell looks up at her, sheepishly. "Um. Well. Don't be mad at me. It was an honest mistake, it could have happened to anyone."

"Max..." Daisy warns.

"Ok, ok. So...I may have...not actually recorded it?"

"What!?" Daisy exclaims, "How could you not have recorded it?"

Maxwell lifts the camera up, almost as if just looking at the object can fully explain the mishap.

"Well, see, the record button is right next to the off button and, you know, in the excitement of it all, I possibly, maybe, definitely hit that one on accident."

Daisy's face falls at the realization that a pivotal moment in their child's life will not be forever immortalized through video. "But...she walked. She's only ever going to walk for the first time once and we missed it. We're never gonna have that again," she mutters, on the verge of tears.

"Oh come on now," Maxwell says, moving closer to his wife, ignoring the warning glance of their dog, and puts an arm around her shoulders. Using his hand, he gently guides her head to lay on him as he soothingly pats her hair up and down. "It's just a silly video, Daisy. We're going to remember it up here," he stops patting her to lightly poke her temple, "and that's where it counts. So there's no need to get all sniffily over it."

Daisy looks up at him, eyes red and brimmed with unshed tears of disappointment, "But...her first steps, Max."

He pulls her head back down and kisses the top of it, "I know, honey, I know. We'll always remember it though and that's gotta count for something, right?"

Daisy sighs and nods her head, "No, you're right. We won't ever forget it. It'll be okay."

"That's right but we are gonna forget my colossal mess up...right?" He asks.

She lifts her head again and gives him a stern look, "I absolutely won't forget that," she tells him and he grimaces.

"Are we atleast gonna look back on it years from now and have a good little laugh?"

"Many, many, many years from now, but sure. We probably will," she replies and he smiles.

"See? It's all good." He detaches himself from his wife and slaps both hands on his thighs. "Now, to celebrate this totally amazing moment, who wants ice cream?"

Their daughter immediately gets excited at the mention of her favorite dessert and Chance's ears perk up at the suggestion.

"None for you, Chancey boy. Ever again," Daisy tells him and his ears fall back down, his head going with them. "Ugh, fine. You can have one scoop and that's it, you hear me? Just one, Chance."

Chance sits up, excitedly, and jumps off of the couch. Giggling, the little girl chases after him, on two chubby, and still a little unsteady, legs as they make their way to the kitchen, Maxwell not far behind.

When he gets to the door, Maxwell turns back to Daisy and raises an eyebrow. "You coming?" he asks.

Daisy looks forlornly at the camera for a moment before turning her attention to her husband. "I am. I'll be there in a minute. Save me some chocolate will you?"

Maxwell grins, "Only if you don't take too long. Choczilla in there might eat it all if you don't hurry. You know I can't say no to that face."

Daisy rolls her eyes, "Yeah I know, but try anyway. Okay?"

"You got it," he promises with a wink and he leaves.

Daisy again looks at the camera and frowns, sad that such a huge moment in their daughter's life was missed. It had taken so long to have her that Daisy wanted any and everything memorilized for the rest of time. They'd even taken photos of her first poopy diaper. Daisy, in amazement that such a tiny thing could contain so much, was convinced at the time that it was the greatest thing to ever happen in the baby's short life, so they'd taken several photos much to Uncle Drake's horrified objections. Missing something like her first steps really broke Daisy's heart.

She thinks back on what her husband said and has to agree that, sure, it wasn't on video, but neither one of them would ever forget this day. Their little girl was growing up and bound to have many more things that deserved to be recorded just as much, so, maybe, in the grand scheme of things, missing one wasn't so bad. They'd always have a video in their own minds, snapshots of her furrowed brows as she tried to get her footing and the nearly toothless grin on her face as she tumbled into the couch. That could never be lost, not as long as they were living, Daisy was sure of it.

Sighing, she stands to go and join her family, their laughs echoing down the hallway and filtering into the room, Chance's happy yips accompanying it. Crossing the room, she glances back at the couch, rewinding the recording in her mind and playing it again, and smiles, faintly.

Yes, they'd never forget this, even if they hadn't managed to get it on camera.

Except...maybe next time something happens, she'll be in charge of the camera. Just in case.

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