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Diary of A Hawkins Hussy: A Stranger Things x Reader Anthology

Warnings: swearing, alcohol use, smut, age gap, heavy kissing/groping fingering, sexual activities in public, oral sex, protected sex, dirty talk, mentions of crying/breakup

Diary Entry #3: Bob Newby

March 4th, 1984

Dear diary,

Things have been going well in the shop. I've gotten a few raises these last couple of months, and Mr. Harris has been giving me more hours every week until I've maxed out at forty. He's getting a bit old, he's owned this place since before I was born. He can't get around the small aisles or through the back room as easily anymore, especially not with his cane.

He'salso been giving me more responsibilities, like placing orders and counting inventory, things he never used to trust anybody else to do. I have a feeling that the reason why he's doing all of this is because he's headed towards retirement. I don't mind taking things over for him, I love Waxed Out like it's my second home. I'd love to fully run this place someday, maybe even buy it off of Harris. It'd take a few years to do, sure, but it would be worth it.

In other news, I've been noticing a new customer lately. He's a sweet, middle-aged man with a nice smile and short hair. He wears professional clothes, and works at the RadioShack down the block. He's a little bit chubby, and it honestly adds to his charm. He reminds me of a teddy bear, but in a sexy way. I caught his name the other day, when he was asking me where we keep the Kenny Rogers.

'Bob, Bob Newby.', he said to me, in one of the friendliest voices I've ever heard. He even shook my hand, he's so damn polite. Bob seems to get a bit nervous around me, though. He stutters a lot, and turns red as a tomato whenever he comes up to the counter to ask me something. Ugh, it's adorable. But he never stops smiling, despite his anxious nature. He's a happy guy, and it's kinda contagious. I'm always left smiling like a dope when he leaves the store, which only grows when he holds the door open for the next customer coming inside. I really like him, but I'm sure I'd have a hard time finding somebody that wouldn't feel the same.

March 14th, 1984

Dear diary,

I've got a date tonight. You wanna guess who with? I'll give you a couple hints. One, he's handsome. Two, he's a little older. And three, he's basically a ball of sunshine come to life. Did you guess yet? I have a date with none other than Bob Newby. He's taking me out to dinner, some new place that just opened up. It's nothing fancy, but Idon't mind. I'm not exactly a cocktail-dress-and-white-wine kinda girl. You should have seen him when he asked me out, it was so perfect. I saw him straightening out his hair in the reflection of the window before he came in, and he was holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand...

"Welcome back, Bob. Whatcha got there?" You ask when you see your new person of interest enter the store. You couldn't help giggling when you saw him fixing himself up in the window before walking in. Running his fingers through his hair, straightening his necktie, followed by a deep breath and a self-assured nod. All of which are part of the typical nervous primping that a prospective courtship requires.

"H-Hey, Y/N." Bob stutters, his neck and cheeks quickly turning bright red once he gets the words out. "I, uh, brought these for you." He holds out the gorgeous bundle of sunflowers in his hand, but his feet have yet to bring him past the entry of the store.

"How 'bout you come a little closer so I can see them better?" You reply, beckoning him over with your finger. He does as you ask, your words seem to help him through his sudden bout of stage-fright. His shoes click on the floor as he makes his way over, his arm still stuck out while gripping the flowers for dear life. He swallows hard when he meets the counter, and you just smile at him. "These are really beautiful, Bob. Thank you." You say kindly, reaching across the counter to take them. He loosens his grip on the bundle, allowing it to change hands. You lift them to your nose to smell them, sighing lightly at they're deliciously earthy scent.

"You're welcome." Bob says, a bit of sweat forming on his forehead. "I-I wanted to ask you something." He blurts the words out, almost shouting. He doesn't mean to come off so strange, but he needs to get the question out however he can.

"Is that so?" You smirk, and he nods. "What do you want to ask me, Bob?" You set the flowers down on the counter, leaning over on your elbows in a way that pushes your breasts up and closer together, showing off your cleavage. His eyes flick downwards out of instinct, but whip right back up again. He clears his throat, mentally scolding himself for looking at you that way.

"I-I wanted t-to see if you'd like to...go out to dinner with me?" He gives you an awkward smile, trying his best to keep himself together.

"I'd love to." You nod your head, and he relaxes a little. The hard part is over now, he asked you the one thing he's been dying to for over a week. It's not like him to ask such beautiful young women out, but he figured he may as well try. You've been very kind to him since he's moved back to Hawkins, and appear to have shown a genuine interest in him.

"Really?" He asks excitedly, unable to believe you'd say yes.

"Of course! I really like you, Bob." You answer, coming around the counter to get closer to him. You hold his gaze, and continue to speak. "You're sweet, and kind, and...handsome." You gently cup his cheek on your final word, smiling wider at the little gasp he lets out at your touch. "Am I making you nervous?" You ask innocently, though on the inside you know full well what you're doing to him.

"No!" He splutters. "I-I mean...maybe a little." He chuckles. "I'm just surprised you said yes. You're very beautiful, Y/N. And I know I'm not exactly a Casanova, or anything." He explains, which makes you giggle.

"Oh, I dunno about that. You brought me flowers, and asked me out like a gentleman. Sounds pretty romantic to me." You reassure him, lowering your hand to your side. You'd hate to scare him off by getting too touchy too quickly. You sense that you'll have to take your time with him, which you don't mind one bit. As much as hook-ups and one night stands fulfill you, the gradual build-up from a couple of dates prior to sex is an extra special type of fun.

"I know. I just mean—" He says, about to bring up his physical appearance, or age, or some other reason why you might not like him. But there's nothing he could say that would make you like him any less.

"I know what you mean, Bob. But I don't care about anything like that. I'm attracted to you, exactly as you are." You speak sweetly, boldly leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. He stiffens at your warm lips meeting his flesh, in more ways than one. "So, when are you taking me out?" You ask casually once you pull away.

"I was thinking tonight, if that works for you. There's this new place that opened up, uh, I forget the name. It's nothing fancy, but it sounds pretty good." He suggests, utterly blown away at your words. He's never felt good enough for someone like you before, or even any woman within his own age group. But in just a few short sentences, you've made him feel as worthy as those muscle-men on the covers of pulpy romance novels.

"Sure! I'm off at eight, is that alright?" You ask, hoping that isn't too late in the night for him.

"That's fine, I'll pick you up!" He chirps, almost giddy that this is really happening.

"I look forward to it. I'll see you tonight, Bob." You say sweetly.

"Swell. Can't wait." Bob replies, almost dreamily. You hold back a laugh at how smitten he is with you already. "Well, I'd better get back to the Shack." He says goofily, pointing his thumb behind him.

"Yeah, those VCRs won't sell themselves." You giggle, delighting in your small banter. This is going to be fun. Bob leaves without another word, a little extra pep in his step, holding in giddy laughter along the way.

...and now, we wait. It's only 2pm as I write this, diary. Six more hours to go before Bob comes around to pick me up.I'll make sure to let you know how it goes.

March 15th, 1984

Dear diary,

Last night was, in short, totally amazing. Bob took me out to eat, some casual American place. You know, burgers and salads and things like that. We ate and talked for hours. He told me all about his life in Maine, and his A.V. Club days. I mentioned thatI'm pretty familiar with the current members of said club, and he was very proud to know that it's still going. He actually started the club back in the day, with Scott Clark, no less. I've seen him around, and Will Byers and his friends have talked about him before. He seems like a sweet guy, not unlike my date.

Bob asked me a lot of questions, he seemed genuinely interested in listening to me. It was nice, most 'dates' I go on don't care to know much besides my name before they try to shove their cock in my mouth. I mean, I'm not necessarily expecting anything more than sex from most people I come into contact with. But, Bob is different. He's attentive, and he thinks I'm very funny and intelligent. I never really thought I was before last night. I don't have low self-esteem, or anything. It's just not the typical kind of compliments I get, that's all.

I told Bob everything I could think of, mostly about my parents and my childhood. I don't exactly have as much life experience as he does, so the list of conversation topics isn't too long. He was so understanding, and he even held my hand when I told him about Dad's drinking and Mom's overbearing nature in regard to my existence. His simple action wasn't pity, but empathy. I can tell he has such a big heart, possibly bigger than anyone I've ever met. I felt...heard, and seen. Not as a silly girl, or an easy lay, or a disappointment. But as a person.

But the best part of last night? When Bob drove me home and walked me to my door like the ultimate gentleman...

"Thank you for taking me out to dinner. I had a really nice time, Bob." You say sweetly after the two of you reach the door to your apartment. A dim overhead light buzzes above you two, casting a yellow glow in the pitch black of night. Crickets chirp in the distance, and the moon and stars have come out to play.

"So did I, Y/N. This is the most fun I've had in a long time." Bob smiles. Tonight has gone swimmingly. You were an amazing conversation partner, and you didn't get bored of his multiple tangents about electronics. If anything, you became more interested with every unintentional segue. "And thank you. For saying yes." He adds.

You sigh, he's still somehow questioning his attractiveness to you. Even after the perfect dinner you've just had together. You step closer to him, barely an inch of space left between you. He gulps at your proximity, but you just keep smiling warmly at him. "Jesus, Bob Newby. What more do I have to do to prove that you're a total catch? Hm?" You ask teasingly, batting your eyelashes a little.

Bob struggles to find the words, feeling as nervous as he did when he first asked you out. He swallows hard, before trying to speak. "Uh, I-I dunno...I—" He pauses, eyes flicking down to your lips. You let out a knowing laugh, which makes him cock an eyebrow at you. He hopes you're not making fun of him, but it certainly wouldn't be the first time that's happened.

"If you want to kiss me, all you gotta to do is ask." You say lowly, leaning your head in towards his. He follows suit, refusing to let himself lose out on a chance to kiss such a beautiful woman. You close your eyes, and your lips meet in the middle, soft and gentle. Bob exhales through his nose once the contact of your mouth on his sets in, overwhelmingly relieved that this isn't some big joke. You carefully place your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body against his. He puts his hands on your waist, and his warmth radiating into you gives you butterflies. Your mouths move against each other slowly, taking your time.

You open your lips slightly to see if he'll respond to it, slipping the tip of your tongue outward. He accepts your silent offer, allowing you access to tease his tongue with your own. You both moan quietly into the kiss, still going slow and steady. The only sounds that can be heard are your clothes brushing against one another, and the small wet smacks of lips and tongues dancing together. This moment is so simple, and yet you find yourself getting very hot under the collar. It takes everything in you to fight the instinct to heat things up further, you know Bob won't react well to that. Not yet.

You stay like this for a while, until your heads feel light and you're running out of breath. You pull your bodies apart, the both of you exhaling shakily afterwards. "Wow." Bob murmurs, opening his eyes to make sure you're still here.

"Very wow." You reply. You're absolutely stunned, Bob kept up really well with you every step of the way. He's an excellent kisser, that's for sure.

"Well, I'd better get going. I've got an early day tomorrow. But I'd like to do this again soon." Bob says, though he hates to call it a night. You've knocked his socks off with that kiss.

"I'd like that too. Just let me know, I'll be around." You smile.

"Sure thing, Y/N. Have a good night." He says warmly.

"Goodnight, Bob." You lean in and press a light kiss to his cheek.

"I could get used to that." Bob chuckles, blushing at your affections.

"You definitely should." You say lowly, which makes his blush deepen. He doesn't say anything else. He just nods kindly, and walks away toward his car. You turn to put your key in the lock, letting yourself into your apartment. You step inside, leaning against the door once you close it. You sigh blissfully, your knees threatening to give out as you replay that kiss in your mind. He tasted like the hot fudge sundae you shared for dessert, warm and sweet. "Fuck." You mutter under your breath, and a dribble of arousal spreads inside your panties.

You gather yourself, and lock the door. Your jean jacket and purse go on the hook next to your front window, and you kick your shoes off on the way to your kitchen. You put the sunflowers Bob brought you in a vase with some water, placing it on your small dining table. Then, you head to bed for the night, spending a good while thinking about Bob until you fall asleep.

March 21st, 1984

Dear diary,

I've got a second date with Bob tonight. I've been thinking about him all week long. His handsome smile, his adorable laugh, and that kiss...I'm constantly giggling and kicking my feet at the thought. He came in this morning and asked me to go to the movies with him. It's a safe choice, though sitting in a dark room with him might make it hard to keep my hands to myself. I love taking my time with him, I really do. But my mind can't help making the sleazy trip into the gutter every now and again.

I find myself wondering what he's like in bed. I doubt he's a virgin, he seemed to know what he was doing with his tongue the other night. But it's not only about sex. I just want to be closer to him, he's such a pleasant person to be around. And he's so gentle, I'm sure he'd do everything he can to make me feel good. He'd listen, and ask me all the right questions, and let me know what feels right for him. If Ionly got the chance, I'm sure we could make some serious magic together. God, I sound like a total cornball. But can you really blame me, diary? Bob's a sweetheart, and he's quickly stealing my heart away.

March 22nd, 1984

Dear diary,

Bob is going to be the death of me, I tell you. I'm not going to beat around the bush here. This man may look all sweet and innocent, but he knows how to turn it on when you least expect it. He's not outright filthy, Idon't think he's quite capable of that. But he knows exactly what he's doing. I'm surprised he's so damn shy, given what he was doing with me last night. In a half-full movie theater, no less. Two words: Holy. Shit....

"Two tickets for Splash, please." Bob says to the employee in the ticket booth positioned outside The Hawk Theater. He'd picked you up from your apartment this time, toting a big box of chocolates. He's a very generous guy. The employee hands him the tickets, and you go inside to get some snacks. "What's your favorite?" He asks when you reach the concession stand.

"Ooh, licorice for sure." You reply, and he nods.

"Solid choice. I'm a popcorn guy myself." He says, smiling at you. He orders the snacks, and a large soda to share. You go into the auditorium together, and find a couple seats in middle of the back row. You take off your jacket, laying it over the seat before sitting down. Bob does the same, revealing the far more casual shirt he's chosen to wear tonight. It's a dark blue button-up, and it looks great on him. It's much different than his Radio Shack attire, which is all white and pinstripes. He's left the top buttons undone, exposing just the slightest hint of chest hair peeking out from the seams.

The lights go out a couple of minutes later, and the previews begin to play. You chew away at your candy, and Bob munches down his popcorn, with the both of you meeting in the middle for a sip of soda every once in a while. When the movie finally starts, you lean over in your seat so your shoulder is brushing against Bob's. It's nothing crazy, but you want to be closer to him any way you can. He turns his head to see what you're doing, and you just flash him an innocent smile. He reciprocates, and continues watching the movie.

For the first forty-five minutes of the film, you're sharing laughs and having a wonderful time. Tom Hanks is definitely a favorite of yours, and Bob seems to think that Daryl Hannah is very pretty. Everything appears to be going well, it's all good clean fun. Until you feel Bob's hand on your knee. You glance down at it, wondering what he's up to. He's not usually one to make any first moves, but his touch sends a flare of heat between your legs all the same. Your heartbeat picks up slightly, and you feel your breath coming out heavier from your chest.

His hand stays still, and you continue to watch the movie. But it isn't long until you feel Bob lean over to start placing warm kisses on your neck. He presses an apprehensive peck first, which makes you tip your head to the side for him. Satisfied with your response, he lays them down more firmly and frequently. You let out a muted sigh, a fresh swarm of butterflies flapping around inside you. "Is this alright?" He whispers, his breath fanning against you to send a chill up your spine.

"Yes." You say just as quietly. You don't look at him, but you can sense a pleased smile spreading across his lips. He continues to kiss your neck, very rarely nipping down on your skin. You try your best to silence your noises, only letting out those low sighs as opposed to moans. You're getting insanely wet, and he's barely done anything at all.

His hand works his way up your leg, gently brushing over your thigh, meeting the hem of your skirt. Your breath catches at him taking a bold chance to slip underneath it. His fingers meet the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, making you shiver. "Is this okay, Y/N?" He asks you again, so eager to touch and please you. You're special, and he wants to show you just how much he thinks so. You give him a gentle nod. He keeps going, still kissing you the whole way. He reaches your panties, just barely ghosting over them. He can feel how wet you are from this small gesture, and his cock twitches at the thought of his effect on you. He goes a step further, breathing heavier against your throat when he rubs his fingertips over your clothed pussy.

"Bob." You whimper as quietly as you possibly can, his subtle movements are driving you insane. You'd love nothing more than to jump into his lap and take him right now. But you figure that he needs to be the one to take the lead, to be absolutely sure that this is what he wants, as well as what you want. He keeps rubbing your clit through the thin layer of fabric, getting harder by the second when he feels you becoming more and more wet.

"Does this feel good, Y/N?" He asks between smoldering kisses. You force your eyes open to look down between his legs to see how he's doing. He's set his popcorn down on the floor, and in the dim light of the movie screen, you can see he's rock hard inside his khaki pants. Maybe he wants a little attention, too.

"Yeah. Do you want me to—" You're about to ask if he wants you to touch him, but he stops you.

He lifts his head to look at you, giving you that sugary sweet smile he always does. "No, that's okay. Maybe another time. Just let me take care of you." He says politely, using his free hand to caress your cheek. You nod in agreement, allowing him to resume his work. He decides to up the stakes, pushing your panties to the side to have full access to you.

"Oh my god." You choke back a moan as he slips over your bare bundle of nerves and entrance. Your hands grip the armrests of your seat firmly, and you spread your legs open a little to help him reach you. He teases your clit for a while, and you keep your eyes focused on the screen. You have to make everyone around you think that all you're doing is necking. Without warning, Bob slips one of his thick fingers inside your soaked pussy, making you gasp. A couple of faces nearby in the audience are drawn to you, so you quickly fake a cough to cover your ass. The inquisitive looks go away, and you blush harshly at almost being caught.

"Gotta be quiet, baby. I'd hate for us to get caught." Bob says lowly, pumping his finger in and out of you at a torturous pace. You nod, pursing your lips together tightly to hold yourself together. He puts another digit inside of you, and your mouth clamps closed even tighter. You squeeze the armrests even harder, almost jolting in your seat. He keeps the same pace, holding back a groan at how drenched you are for him. He stops kissing your neck now, having left a few small hickies in his wake. He watches your face, admiring the downturn of your eyebrows and forced sighs that leave your lips every time he runs across your g-spot. You're absolutely beautiful like this, and he's loving every second of this more than he ever thought possible.

"Feels so good, baby." You whisper, stealing a look at him to see how he's doing. He's admiring you intensely, and you can see a couple beads of sweat forming on his face. He's enjoying this just as much as you are, maybe even moreso. In the few romantic situations he's found himself in, he's done everything in his power to learn what women like, where to touch them and kiss them to make them melt into a puddle in his hand.

Somewhere beneath it all, though, Bob cannot believe he's actually doing this. He's not sure what's come over him, he doesn't usually do things like this out in public. He just can't stop thinking about how your last date ended, and some more...intimate things he wants to do with you. He's certainly no slouch in bed, at least, he likes to think so. He only hopes he can keep up with a pretty young thing like you. "You're so beautiful." He murmurs, speeding up just a little bit. He doesn't want to make too much noise, and you're practically dripping in his hand right now.

An intense knot is growing inside your core, gradually building and building as Bob continues to fuck you with his hand. He's touching you in all the right ways, and the added thrill of being in a public place is amping you up even more. You know it won't take long for him to make you cum, and you're looking forward to letting it all go. "I'mgetting close, baby. Go a little faster. Please?" You beg.

"Anything you want, Y/N." Bob replies, increasing his speed just enough to really get you going. Every thrust of in and out brings you closer to the finish line, and your knuckles turn white as you cling to the armrests for dear life. You're just about to burst, you can feel it. Tingles of pleasure gradually rise throughout your body, preparing you for an unbelievable orgasm.

"Kiss me. I'm gonna cum." You blurt, pulling Bob's head into yours as your high begins to take hold. You press your lips to his roughly, needing him to muffle your noises. You keep the moan as quiet as you possibly can, most of it being swallowed by his throat. You're insides clamp around his fingers, your arousal washing over them messily. Your thighs tremble, and you brace them against the sides of your seat to prevent your hips from bucking upwards. White-hot pleasure rips its way through your body, leaving you blinded by stars. You keep your lips on Bob's, only pulling away once you know you've calmed down.

"Did you like that?" He asks, drawing your glazed-over eyes to him.

"Mmhmm. It was amazing." You reply, giving him another kiss. When you break away, he carefully removes his fingers from your cunt. He brings them out from under your skirt, and he's about to wipe them with a napkin, when you abruptly grab hold of his wrist. He gives you an odd look, but you just grin at him. You bring his hand towards your mouth, taking his cum-soaked fingers past your lips. Your suck your arousal from them, and Bob's mouth falls open slightly at the sight of you tasting yourself.

"Wow." He murmurs, and you let his hand free from your grasp once he's all clean. He's never seen a woman do that before, but he finds it extremely attractive. The look in your eyes as you licked your own release from his fingers...he almost blew his load inside his boxers with how beautifully vulgar it was. Bob gives you a light peck, taking hold of your hand. You watch the rest of the movie together in satisfied silence, hoping you didn't miss too much during your few minutes of fun.

...you know what they say, never judge a book by its cover. And that statement definitely rings true for Bob Newby. Once the movie was over, he drove me home. We did a repeat of last week at the door, though it got much hotter and heavier this time. His hands were at my waist, before he lowered them to grab my ass. He's got a very firm grip, just thewayI like it. I was tempted to grope him a little through his pants, but that probably would've led to me dragging him into my apartment and fucking his brains out. I definitely want to return the favor of what he's done for me, though, and hopefully sometime soon.

March 25th, 1984

Dear diary,

Bob stopped by the shop again. It was under the pretense of looking for some Huey Lewis, but I caught on very easily that he was searching for something else...

"Hey, Bob. What brings you in today?" You ask sweetly when he walks into the shop. He briefly looks around before speaking to you, and picks up a copy of Huey Lewis and the News' Picture This. He holds it up, and smiles.

"Say, you got any copies of Sports in the back? I've already got this one at home, but I'm really into their music." Bob asks, slowly walking up to the counter once he's returned the album to its spot. The album he claims to be after is sat right behind the one he'd picked up, but you're sure he knows that. The tone in his voice, and the look on his face tells you he's just looking for an excuse for you to take him into the back room of the record shop. You decide to play along. It's been a very slow day, and you wouldn't mind some alone time with him.

"Hmm, I'm not sure. I'd have to check. You wanna help me out?" You ask teasingly, biting your lip in excitement. You've never brought anyone to the back before, it's definitely not something Mr. Harris allows. But since the old man doesn't come around here much anymore, you're sure you'll be safe for a while.

"Of course." Bob replies with a knowing grin.

"Follow me." You beckon him behind the counter, and he doesn't waste any time in doing so. You put up the small sign instructing any incoming customers to ring the bell for assistance on the counter, just in case. You lead him behind the back wall of the store, which has a small hallway before the storage room. You unlock the door with one of the keys on your jump ring, turning to face Bob with a devilish smile on your face. "This way, sir. I hope I can find what you're looking for." You grab hold of Bob's necktie, pulling him into the large closet with you. He stumbles forward, and closes the door behind you once you're both inside. You push him up against the door, making him grunt at the impact. You smash your lips onto his, wasting no time in slipping your tongue in his mouth.

"Mmm." He moans into the kiss, his hands wandering up your sides towards your chest. He's going a little too slow for your liking, so you take hold of his wrists and help him grab your tits. His large palms cup your clothed breasts, massaging your tender flesh. You moan at the sensation, laying your hands over his to help him squeeze harder. "Can I see them, Y/N?" Bob asks breathlessly, pulling away from your lips so he can look at you.

"The customer is always right." You quip, smirking at him. He lowers his hands, and you back away a couple steps. Bob's eyes are glued to you as he waits for you to take off your shirt. You grab the hem of the garment, and pull the fabric above your head to toss it on the floor. You're standing in your jeans and bra now, and Bob's eyes bug out. You continue on, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. The straps fall slack down your shoulders, and you pull the lacey thing away to fully expose your tits for him.

"God, you're gorgeous." He murmurs, stepping closer to you with his hands poised to touch your breasts. You stand still, waiting anxiously for him to touch you. You want this, so, so badly. Your pussy throbs in anticipation of his warmth on you. He makes contact with you after what feels like an eternity, and Bob can feel his dick stiffening inside his khakis at how soft and supple your flesh is.

"Bob...fuck." You moan for him, which kicks up in pitch when he rolls your nipples between his fingers. "Feels so good, baby." You whimper, letting him hear your noises this time. There's no one around to get you in trouble here, and you're sure Bob has been curious to know what you sound like when you're enjoying yourself. He leads you backwards until you bump into one of the shelves stacked high with cardboard boxes. His lips meet yours hungrily, and his body pressing into you feels perfect. He lowers his head to kiss and nibble on your neck, drawing more pretty moans from your lips. Your pleasured emissions are intoxicating to him, he can't get enough.

"You're so perfect, Y/N. Everything about you drives me crazy." Bob admits, venturing even lower to put his mouth all over your chest. Your hands lace into his hair, and you cry out as his lips close around your left nipple. He sucks on it harshly, making you throw your head back.

"Fuck." You murmur, your eyes falling shut from the subtle pleasure warmly creeping it's way up your body. Bob keeps it up, affectionately appreciating your chest. He's so giving, you can't get enough. Everything he does is amazing, he's very gentle, but rough when he needs to be. And it's all for you. Which reminds you, you've been dying to pay him back for what he did for you at the movies.

You carefully lower your hand from his hair to reach down to his crotch. You brush against his jacket and shirt along the way, as well as the leather belt around his waist. You find his cock a second later, palming him through his pants. He hardens in your grip, though he was at least halfway there already. "Mmm." He groans against you, pulling away from your breast to exhale shakily. He brings his head up to look at you, gazing deep in your eyes. You squeeze him again, watching as a small moan leaves his lips.

"How far do you wanna go, Bob?" You ask casually, still working him up through his clothes while you speak.

"I dunno, I—" Bob says in uncertainty. He knows that you're riling him up to no end, and that he wants you to do something. He doesn't want to rush this, but he also can't get enough of you. Anything you'll give him, he'll gladly accept. "It's up to you, Y/N. If you're happy, I'm happy." He says sweetly, making your heart melt for the millionth time.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, baby?" You ask, your tone low and husky while a smile slithers across your face. He scoffs in disbelief, he's never heard someone ask such a thing so bluntly.

"D-Do you want to?" He asks, unsure what else to say.

You take a moment to look at his adorable face, how uncertain and apprehensive he is to ask you for anything like that. But you know he wants this, that he wants you. You giggle lightly, and give him a small kiss before answering him. "Yes, I really want to. Let me make you feel good. You deserve it." He nods in reply, and you put your hands on his shoulders. You slowly rotate the two of you around, so that his back is against the shelf now. You give him another kiss, much longer and hungrier than the last one. He keeps up with you, your tongues rolling rapidly together to heat things up. You venture downwards to kiss his neck a little, drawing long sighs from Bob's lungs. He doesn't make too much noise, he probably feels self-conscious about it. But you don't mind, whatever it takes to keep him comfortable.

You suck harshly on his throat, having forced your mouth just below his collar. You doubt it would be very professional of him to show up from his lunch break with a visible hickey on his neck. "Damn." He grunts at the sting of your teeth working his skin into a dark purple bruise. Your rough nature really turns him on. He loves how confident you are, how you take what you want. Perhaps that's why he felt so empowered to get you off in the middle of Splash, because you make him feel like an entirely new man.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth, baby." You exhale the words against his flesh, drawing an excited sigh from him. You work his belt open with your hand as you continue to kiss his neck, the buckle jingling once it comes loose. Your fingers fiddle with the button and zip on his pants, expertly undoing them without even having to look. You slip your hand inside, and under his boxers to grab hold of his length.

"Shit." He groans at the feeling of your hand around his dick. You slowly stroke him in your hand, eating up every little sound that escapes him. You let his neck be now, lowering yourself to your knees before him. You pull his pants down his thighs a little, letting his cock spring free before gripping it once more. You look up at him from under your lashes, pumping him a little faster.

"You ready, Bob?" You ask.

"Y-Yes." Bob stutters. Without another word, you bring your mouth up to his cock, poking your tongue out to lick teasing circles around his tip. "Oh, my god." He moans, his hands resting on the shelf behind him.

"Does this feel good, baby?" You question, licking thick stripes along his shaft now.

"Yes, it feels really good, Y/N." He says, breathing heavily. Your warm tongue feels amazing on him, but he wants more. You take things a step further, putting your lips around his head to harshly suck on him. You want to drive him crazy, and draw this out as much as you possibly can. "Jesus." He mutters, his eyes rolling back at the sensation of your intense suction.

"You want more?" You ask once you pull away. You take a moment to glance at your handiwork, finding that his tip is red and swollen with need, a pearlescent bead of precum beginning to pool in the slit.

"Yes, please." Bob answers politely, making you giggle.

"Always a gentleman. That's what I like about you." You say lowly, before taking every inch of his cock into your mouth. He just barely reaches the back of your throat, making you gag slightly. Plenty to work with, you think to yourself.

"Fuck." Bob moans, that's definitely the dirtiest word he's ever said to you. You carefully slide your mouth back and forth along his length, swirling your tongue as you move. His grip tightens on the shelf, and sweat has begun to form around his neck and forehead. He's never received head like this before. Or very much head at all, for that matter. But damn, does it feel really good.

You continue to blow Bob to your heart's content, slowing down and speeding up at optimal intervals to keep him going. You can tell by the insanely sexy noises he's making that he isn't used to doing this. The shuddering breaths, the helpless whimpers and moans. Ugh, you love it when men aren't afraid to let themselves sound like this. You're extremely wet inside your jeans, and if it wouldn't break your intense focus, you'd put your hand inside your own pants to get off with him. "Mmm." You hum around his length, causing him to gasp. The vibrations, combined with the hot, slick saliva in your mouth are burning him up from the inside out.

"You're so good at this, Y/N." He praises, feeling himself getting close to the edge. You're blowing his mind right now, he never thought this could be so enjoyable. The few times he's had this done to him before, the giver never seemed to be very happy about doing it at all. Rushed, abrasive sucking, accidental scraping of teeth against his dick, not to mention the unceremonious spitting his load out of the window or into the wastebasket afterwards. But not you, you know precisely what you're doing, and you're enjoying it.

"I try my best, baby. You almost there?" You speak briefly, not wasting a single second to start sucking on him again. You already know he's very close, it's not hard to work that out. His balls are starting to tighten, and his noises have only grown more desperate.

"Y-Yeah, keep going." He insists, his sweaty hands struggling to maintain a hold of the shelf to keep himself upright. His knees want so badly to buckle from the immense pleasure you're giving him. You bob your head faster, increasing the speed of your tongue to shove him towards the edge. You play with your nipples a bit as you bring Bob to orgasm, moaning around him again as heat flares between your legs. It's not much, but you figure a small amount of pleasure for yourself has been earned. "Shit, Y/N. You feel so good, I'm gonna—" Bob's cut off by a loud groan as his high takes hold of him. His eyes screw shut, his mouth fallen open in ecstasy. His stomach tenses, and his cum spills into your mouth in thick, hot spurts. You swallow every last drop, gagging afterwards when his hips buck into you outside of his control. "Jesus christ." He pants, riding the wave of bliss all the way to the end.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" You ask as you pull yourself away from his softened dick and stand upright. He's leaned back against the shelf, trying to catch his breath with his eyes still closed. He swallows hard and nods, needing a moment to gather himself. In the meantime, you put his cock away and redress him, sliding his belt back in place. You also retrieve your bra and t-shirt, putting them back on so you can return to work.

"That was...wow." Bob chuckles dizzily, still reeling from that intense orgasm.

"Well, thank you. I'm glad you liked it so much, I know I did." You reply with a grin, bringing yourself in front of him like before. You give him another kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You know he has to go now, as much as you'd both like to stay in this closet all day.

"Do you want to go out again soon? I can't stop thinking about you." Bob asks softly when you break away.

"I'd love that. How 'bout you come over to my place this time? We can order pizza, rent a movie..." You pause, contemplating how forward you should be with him. "...and then we can have each other for dessert." You add suggestively, making his eyes widen.

"I—" He hesitates, which makes you worried that you've gone too far. But then he smiles, nodding his head in agreement. "I'd like that. Is Friday alright?" He asks.

"Sounds perfect, baby. Can't wait." You give him a light peck, and lead him by the hand out of the storage room. You lock the door behind you, and Bob goes on his way to finish his workday at RadioShack once you say your goodbyes. Though he's unsure he'll be able to focus on selling video camcorders and portable stereos after what you've done to him.

...Only five more days, diary. Five more days until we go all the way. Shit, Isound like a virgin saying that. But, it's true. I've been taking my sweet time with Bob, and I've been enjoying every single second of it. Every time I've been around him, I feel like a brand new woman. I know it's crazy, but I feel loved. I've never felt this way in a relationship before. I never thoughtI could, honestly. Bob is the perfect guy, and Ican't get enough of him. Who knows, maybe this will work out in the long-term.

March 31st, 1984

Dear diary,

Last night was everythingI could have hoped for. Bob and I had a wonderful night in, we both felt so comfortable and in sync. It was incredible, from the second he knocked on my door...

"Hey, Bob. You're looking extra handsome tonight." You say sweetly as you let him inside. He's wearing a red button-up shirt this time, and blue jeans. You've never seen him out of his khakis before, but he looks very nice in more casual clothes.

"Thank you, Y/N. And you look beautiful as always." Bob blushes, glancing over your pretty red dress and kitten heels. You may be staying in tonight, but you both wanted to dress nice. It's a very special night, after all. He steps inside with a VHS and bottle of wine in his hands. He sets them on your coffee table, and slips his jacket off to lay it over your armchair.

"You're too sweet. What movie did you pick for us?" You ask, going to the kitchen to retrieve a couple glasses and a corkscrew. You turn around to find Bob sat on your couch, twiddling his thumbs nervously. He's so adorable when he's anxious.

"Well, I thought I'd try something a bit out of my comfort zone." He holds up the tape, showing you the title. The Exorcist, one of your favorites. "I'm not one for scary movies, but I know how much you like them." He laughs nervously, swallowing hard.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll protect you." You tease, coming over to the couch to sit down right next to him. "I ordered the pizza a couple minutes ago. Pepperoni and mushroom, your favorite." You give him a small kiss, which Bob quickly deepens. Your lips are one of the few things he finds to be familiar territory tonight. He's very excited to watch this unknown film with you, and eventually end up in your bed. But at the same time, he's fucking terrified. He wants to be enough for you, and even after all your insistence that he's a great man, he can't help doubting himself.

"Sorry, I'm a little on edge tonight." Bob chuckles once he pulls away.

"I noticed. But there's no need to be nervous, Bob. We like each other, and we're going to have a good time." You reassure him, stroking his arm with your hand in a comforting manner. "How 'bout I open the wine, and we have a little drink to calm down, hm? Does that sound easy enough?" You speak softly, taking this one step at a time for Bob's sake.

"Easy-peasy." He replies, realizing how ridiculous it sounds afterwards. He does say it quite a lot, but right now may not have been the best time.

"Mmhmm, easy-peasy, Bob." You giggle, turning you attention to the bottle on the table now. You hear him sigh in relief, perhaps he's finally starting to loosen up. You pick up the corkscrew and open up the wine, pouring very full glasses for the both of you. You hand one to him, and take a long gulp from yours. You may not be as uneasy as Bob is, but you're still buzzing with anticipation for what's to come later on. You set your glass down, and pick up the tape to put it into the VCR. You go over to the TV, and you hear Bob splutter as you bend over to put the movie in. Your dress hugs your body perfectly, which gives him a gorgeous view of your ass.

"Shit." Bob mutters as he coughs, struggling to swallow the large sip of wine he took as you bent over.

"You okay there, Bob?" You ask, trying your best not to laugh at him. You open the VHS case, and slip the tape into the player.

"Yeah, I'm good." He says weakly, still trying to regain his breath. That definitely went down the wrong pipe, he thinks to himself.

"Take it easy, baby. The movie hasn't even started yet." You say playfully when you return to your seat on the couch. You pick up the remote, clicking on the TV and VCR to start to movie. You settle into your spot, allowing your body to press into Bob's. He continues to drink his wine, presumably to calm his nerves. You gently stroke his shoulders and back with your hands, doing your best to help him relax. He's so tense, and you want him to have a good time.

"Mmm." He hums quietly at the contact, feeling himself slowly loosen up. Your hands feel really nice on him, the subtle movements pulling his mind away from the self-deprecating thoughts swirling around inside his head. Bob focuses on the facts. You like him, you find him attractive, and you want to spend time with him. That's all that matters.

About ten minutes into the film, the pizza arrives. "I'll get it." You say, leaving Bob's side to open the door and pay for your dinner. He whines slightly at the loss of your touch, and grows increasingly unnerved with the movie playing on the screen. You pay the delivery boy at the door, and take the cardboard box from him. He goes on his way, and you close the door once more and return to the couch. "Here we go, dinner is served." You quip, opening the box to take a slice for yourself. Bob reaches over for one too, and you return your attention to the movie.

You both sit quietly, eating your pizza and sipping your drinks while you witness a young girl become possessed by a demon. Bob gets startled very easily at every scary part, but you just scoot closer and closer to him and give him comforting touches the whole time. You don't make fun of him, or tell him he's being a baby. All you do is make him feel safe, which reminds him that it's just a silly movie, and it's not real.

When the credits roll, and the pizza pie has been thoroughly devoured, you find yourselves kissing heavily again. You're straddling Bob's lap now, and his hands wander all over your body as you roll your tongues against one another. He grips your ass roughly, holding on tight while you grind yourself into him. He's getting unbearably hard underneath you, his erection rubbing against your pussy through your lace panties. You're already so wet, your slickness spreading messily between your legs.

You lower your lips to kiss Bob's neck, your hands undoing the first couple of buttons on his shirt. "Y/N." Bob groans at your teeth worrying his flesh.

"Do you want me, baby?" You ask lowly as you suck dark hickies onto him.

"Yes, very much." Bob answers, bringing his hands up along your sides, until they settle on your tits. He squeezes them in his palms, making you moan against his throat. "Do you want me?" He asks the question back at you, still needing that extra bit of confirmation.

"Yes, Bob. I want you so bad." You reply, biting down on him a little harder to get your point across.

"Fuck." He groans loudly at the sting of your teeth, his cock twitching at how good it feels.

"Should we take this to my room?" You question, lifting your head to gaze into Bob's eyes. His pupils are blown wide with desire, bigger than you've ever seen them before. He nods, unable to say anything else at the moment. You stand up off of his lap, gazing down at the damp spot you've left on the crotch of his jeans. He notices it, too, which only turns him on further. You pick up your glasses and what's left of the bottle, and lead Bob down the short hallway to your bedroom. You open the door, quickly setting down the items in your hands. You hear it shut behind you, and before you can even think to turn around, Bob's got his arms wrapped around your body to hold you close to him. His lips meet your neck, and he paws greedily at your chest. "Someone's getting comfortable." You say with a light laugh, letting him touch you any way he wants. He's finally coming out of his shell again, and it's just what you've been waiting for.

"You bring it out of me, Y/N. I can't get enough of you." Bob says sweetly, squeezing your tits harder in his grip. You moan at the sensation, pressing your ass against his erection. "And you look so good in this dress...but I bet you look even better out of it." He speaks in that same knowing, confident tone he had when asking you about Huey Lewis albums, making your head feel light.

"Mmm, you're a very naughty boy when you put your mind to it, Bob." You reply seductively, carefully removing his hands from your chest. He stops kissing you, letting you move freely. You turn around to face him, and start undoing more buttons on his shirt. You hold his gaze as you speak, revealing his hairy chest a couple words at a time. "How 'bout you get on the bed, and I'll show you what I've got on under this?" You offer, pulling the tails of his shirt out of his jeans so it sits completely open.

"Okay." Bob answers, quickly kicking off his shoes and getting into position. He lays his head on your pillows, and waits for you to undress. You walk over to the foot of the bed, stepping out of your heels. You reach behind you to unzip your dress, with Bob's eyes glued to your body as you move. You slip the spaghetti straps over your shoulders, and let the silken fabric fall all the way down to the floor. His jaw drops when he sees the matching set of lingerie you're wearing. Luxe black lace over creamy silk fabric, sculpted onto your body in the form of a bustier and thong. "Wow." Bob murmurs breathlessly. Just when he thought you couldn't get any more beautiful, you've proven him wrong.

"You like?" You ask, your tongue playing at the corner of your lips. You rotate around in a small circle, letting him take in every inch of you.

"I love it." He says. The image of you like this, it's enough to make him lose it entirely. You're like the women in those girlie magazines he used to look at back in high school, but he never thought he'd be with anyone like that in real life. Yet here you are, standing right in front of him.

"I was hoping you would. Getting into this thing was a bitch and a half!" You say with a laugh, drawing one from him as well. You decide to stop standing here talking about how pretty you are, and slowly crawl onto the bed, going to him on your hands and knees. His breathing picks up at your prowling, and he can't help swallowing hard once you're kneeling over him with unadulterated lust in your eyes. "I think you're wearing too many clothes, Bob. Lemme help you catch up." You tease, grabbing the open ends of his shirt.

"Okay." He lifts himself up slightly to help you, and you slip the sleeves off his arms, gathering the shirt in your hands before tossing it away. You gaze over his thick chest, stomach, and arms, admiring the dark hair that covers almost every inch of him in just the right amount. He is all man, and he's all yours.

"You're very sexy, baby." You praise, earning a light blush from him.

"You really think so?" He asks meekly.

"I would never tell you anything I don't mean, Bob." You say gently, caressing his rosy cheek. He nods, accepting your affectionate words. "Now, let's get you out of these pants." You smile, patting his cheek. You straddle his lower thighs, grabbing hold of his belt. You slip the leather through the buckle, and open the button and zip underneath. You get up on your knees again, pulling the jeans down his legs until you can no longer reach. He kicks them off the rest of the way, and he's left in his white boxers, with a stiff tent formed in the fabric. "Looks like someone's happy to see me." You chuckle lustfully, assuming your position above Bob again.

"You could say that." Bob smiles, playing along. You lower your head to press your lips to his, which he happily accepts. Your tongues come out to play in no time at all, rolling against one another hungrily. You grab hold of his erection through his underwear, making him groan against you. You rub him nice and slow, riling him up. "Y/N." He moans between heated kisses. You can feel a bead of precum forming on his tip, soaking through the thin material concealing him from you. His own hands come up to grip your waist, though one shortly travels down between your legs. His large fingers meet your panties, running across your clit with purpose.

"Mmm, I'm so wet for you already, baby. Can you feel it?" You ask, lowering yourself further to kiss his neck and chest.

"Yeah, I can. Can we go further? I wanna touch you." Bob asks quietly. He wants you so bad, in every way possible.

"Of course. We can do anything you want." You reply kindly, letting go his his cock for a moment. You grab hold of the front of your bustier, slowly undoing the clasps to let yourself out of it. It comes open, your tits bouncing as they spill downward toward Bob's face. You toss it away, and he immediately grabs hold of your breasts. "Fuck, Bob." You moan, watching his gaze fall to your chest as he massages you in his large palms. He expertly tweaks your nipples, drawing little whimpers from your lips.

"I love the sounds you make, Y/N. They're so...honest." He observes, meeting your eyes. You've never heard that before, but you suppose it's a fair statement. You're not one to fake it, you're not in the business of sparing egos if the sex is bad.

"Thank you. I like yours, too." You reply, giving him a warm smile. He returns it, and the moment becomes overwhelmingly tender. You take a beat to soak it in, letting your hearts overflow with affection for one another. But soon enough, Bob gets a little antsy, though you're not complaining. He lifts his head up to take your left nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling harshly on your pebbled flesh. "Fuck." You whimper, bracing your hands on the bed while he teases you with his mouth. You keep making pretty noises as he gives your tits proper attention, allowing him to have his fill for as long as he wants.

"Can I see the rest of you?" Bob asks, pulling his mouth away from your breast.

"Yeah. But I want to see you, too. Is that alright?" You question.

"Sounds fair to me." He answers. Without another word, you grab hold of the straps of your thong, while he grips the waistband of his boxers. You pull them down at the same time, discarding them to join the rest of your clothes. You both take a moment to look at each other in all your glory, emitting various words of admiration about your most intimate body parts. Bob raises a hand, but pauses. "Can I?" He asks for permission to feel you, now that he can see all of you in the dim lamplight of your room.

"Go ahead." You nod, and he brings his hand between your legs to touch your slick folds. "Shit." You gasp at the sensation, his thick fingertips reaching every part of your soaked cunt in their exploration. He goes a step further, easily slipping two digits past your taught entrance. "Fuck, baby." You moan as he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy at a steady pace. Not too fast, but not too slow. He's getting a feel for you, warming you up.

"Does this feel good, Y/N?" Bob asks, eating up your every expression from his touch.

"So good, but I want more. I want you inside me, baby." You whine desperately, your need for him only grows with every stroke against your g-spot.

"Do you have any condoms?" He asks, picking up speed a little as he speaks.

"Yeah. Top drawer, right in the corner." You answer shortly, unable to think straight with him fingering you like this. He keeps it up, using his free hand to open your nightstand and find a condom. Once he retrieves it, he rips the wrapper open with his teeth. He pulls out the rolled-up latex, and unravels it over his dick. He groans slightly at the contact, becoming very eager to have sex with you. He pulls his fingers away, making you whine at the loss. He puts them in his own mouth this time, sucking your musky arousal from them.

"Mmm." He hums at the unfamiliar taste, finding that he enjoys it quite a lot.

"You ready, Bob?" You ask, taking hold of his cock and positioning your pussy just above him.

"I'm ready." He says breathlessly, nodding his head again. You carefully lower yourself toward his length, his tip meeting your entrance. You lock eyes with Bob, and slowly sink down onto him in one quick motion. You both let out a collective moan, savoring the way the other feels. His thick cock fills you up perfectly, and your tight pussy hugs him just right. Your breath fans in each other's faces, your eyes refusing to leave this shocked stare. Before you can even think to do anything else, you lay yourself over him completely to smash your lips onto his.

"Mmm." You moan against his lips, unable to help yourself. You're overcome with desire for him, and you just want to feel his lips on yours as much as you can. You're practically addicted, needing to savor this moment with the man you're falling for. Your hands slip into his hair, gripping whatever you can manage. Bob's own hands rest on your hips, holding you in the most firm yet gentle way possible. He follows your lead in this dance between your mouths, his heart pounding in his chest to the sound of your name. He cares for you so much, even in the short amount of time you've been together. You're everything he's ever wanted, both emotionally and physically. You eventually pull away, wanting to start riding him. But you still want him close to you, in any way possible. "Can you sit up against the headboard, Bob?" You ask.

"Yeah." He answers softly. You lift your torso off of his, and he sits up while scooting back, the two of you still connected to each other. You put your arms around his shoulders, and his return to your waist once he's settled in. You give him another brief kiss, before lifting yourself up, and sinking back down into his dick.

"Fuck." You moan at his tip meeting your cervix at this angle. Bob's grip tightens on your hips, your insides are unbelievably warm and tight around him. It's been a while since he's done this, so he's not sure how long he'll last. Hopefully he doesn't disappoint you. You begin to ride him at a steady pace, bouncing up and down on his length with ease. You keep your eyes on him when you can, letting out vulgar moans when he slips against your g-spot. "You feel so good, baby. Do I feel good inside?" You ask through your whimpers, speeding up just a bit.

"Yeah, you're really—" Bob pauses, unsure what to say. You're absolutely divine inside, but he can't quite find the words.

"It's okay, just use your words. Am I tight? Or wet? Or warm?" You encourage him to talk to you, to tell you how much he's enjoying this.

"Y-Yes, you're very tight, you feel amazing around me." Bob answers, the words amplifying the pleasure for you both. He's never been much for dirty talk, mainly due to his uncertainty on the subject. But this feels right, and you can show him how fun it can be.

"Good. You fill me up so well, baby. You want me to ride you faster?" You continue, a knot beginning to form inside your belly.

"Yes, please." He groans, and you pick up the pace. Your tits bounce in his face at the force, and your skin starts making slapping sounds as your ass and thighs land on his lap again and again. "Faster, Y/N." He politely commands, surprising you.

"Yeah? You like that?" You ask, barely covering your moans with your words. He nods, breathing heavier now. You bounce even harder, the mattress recoiling with your movements. "Fuck, I love your cock...so good inside my pussy." You whimper, winding yourself up more with everything you say. You watch Bob's expression, noticing it seems he wants to say something to you. "Speak up, baby. Tell me what's on your mind." You do your best to coax him out of silence, knowing he's probably nervous about saying the wrong thing.

"I-I dunno what to say..." Bob stutters.

"It's okay. Just try coming up with something." You encourage him, speaking kindly despite your labored breaths. You slow back down a little, giving him some time to think.

"Don't slow down...I-I like it when you ride me faster." He finally gets the words out, trying his best to play along.

"There you go, baby. Keep going." You smile with pride, picking up speed again.

"Your pussy is so perfect, Y/N. Best I've ever had." He says, smirking at his boldness.

"That's quite the compliment. You really mean that?" You giggle, blushing at his praise. No one's ever said that to you before. Similar things, but not an outright statement like this.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it." Bob pants, growing close to the end with all these games you're playing. "Speed up." He groans, his grip tightening on your hips.

"Anything for you, baby. You gettin' close already?" You can sense his oncoming orgasm, he's making the same face he did when you sucked his dick the other day.

"Yeah, sorry." He apologizes, though you wish he wouldn't.

"Don't be sorry. It's okay, I'll keep going." You insist, proceeding to bounce on his dick as fast as you possibly can. You're definitely not as close as Bob is, but it's not a big deal. He can finish you off with his fingers if you need him to. He gasps at your increased pace, holding on as tightly to you as he can without hurting you. "Does that feel good?" You ask, moaning loudly through your words. You want to set him off, and bring yourself nearer to your own climax.

"Yes." Bob says, his stomach getting ready to tense.

"You gonna cum for me?" You press on, the knot inside you tying itself tighter. His dick hits your sweet-spot every single time you land on him, melting your mind with powerful sensation.

"Yes, don't stop." He begs, brows furrowing as his high approaches.

"I won't baby. Your dick feels too good for that." You promise.

"How close are you, Y/N?" He asks, giving you a desperate look. He wants so badly to cum with you, to feel you pulsing around his dick as you lose control. You decide to try your best to help him get you there, taking hold of his hand and bringing it down to your clit.

"Here, this should help." You suggest, letting him go so he can touch you. Bob takes the hint, using his thumb to rub firm circles around your sensitive bud. "Fuck, just like that." You whine, the added stimulation is definitely helping. Your head falls forward from the pleasure, and you feel yourself getting closer with every motion of his thumb.

"Getting closer, baby?" He asks, trying his hardest to hold himself back. But it's only becoming more difficult with every bounce you make on him.

"Uh-huh...keep going." You can barely string words together now, it appears your little tip is helping out better than you expected.

"Shit, I can't—" Bob grunts as his bliss gets the best of him. His muscles flex, and his hips buck upwards into you as his cum fills the condom.

"Fuck, Bob. Keep doing that...please, make me cum. I'm getting really close." You beg him to keep thrusting to meet your movements, it's definitely getting you somewhere. He nods, continuing his sloppy bucks to help you out. It's becoming a little difficult, his cock is getting overstimulated. But he wants to make you happy, so he soldiers on. Your nails dig into his shoulders, the knot growing tighter and tighter through all your efforts. You keep riding him with all your strength, but unfortunately Bob's dick goes soft once his own high has run its course.

"Sorry, I can't." Bob sighs, ceasing his thrusts and slipping out of your cunt.

"It's okay. Here." You frantically grab hold of the hand that's been rubbing your clit, trying to shove his fingers inside yourself. He chuckles at your neediness to have him inside you any way you can, slipping his digits inside to give you what you want. He pumps them in and out of your pussy, curling his knuckles just so to hit your g-spot again and again. "Fuck...that's perfect. Don't stop...please..." You whimper, it won't be long now until you're crying out his name.

"I won't, I wanna see you cum for me." Bob coos, proceeding to fuck you even harder and faster with his hand.

"You're getting pretty good at talking dirty, Bob." You chuckle, though your moans only grow louder and needier with his increased speed.

"Well, I've got the perfect teacher." He smiles warmly at you, and your heart leaps in your chest.

"You're too sweet, as always." You gush, giving Bob a tender kiss. He melts into you, still fingering you into oblivion. You keep whimpering against his lips, right on the precipice of your orgasm. "I'm gonna cum, baby. Gonna make a mess all over your fingers." You exhale between kisses, unable to fully pull away from him. He's too perfect, and the way your tongues dance together adds an entirely new layer of pleasure to course through you.

"I can feel it, Y/N. Cum for me." Bob commands softly as your walls start to flutter. His words are all you need to completely lose control.

"Fuck!" You cry out, your lips brushing his as your orgasm rips through your entire being. Your insides clamp down tight around Bob's fingers, your thighs quaking, your hands clinging to him to stay upright. You cum hard around him, your juices flowing messily into his palm.

"Perfect, baby." Bob whispers, pressing his lips to yours to help you ride out your high. He pulls his fingers out of your pussy once you calm down, and you straddle his thighs. You pull back from him a little, admiring his sweat-sheened face.

"That was so good, Bob. Did you have a good time?" You ask, unable to stop smiling as you bask in the afterglow.

"I had a great time, Y/N. You were everything I was hoping for, and more." Bob replies, just as content as you in thus moment.

"Ugh, stop it! You're gonna give me cavities with all these sweet things you say!" You laugh, before laying your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into him while letting out a content sigh. "I really enjoy being with you, Bob." You say honestly.

"I like being with you, too. I never thought I'd meet a woman like you." Bob puts his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him. You want to stay like this forever, snuggled up with your handsome, sexy, sweet, warm teddy bear of a man. You find yourself dozing off in this embrace, to a point where Bob speaking again startles you. "Y/N? Do you want me to stay?" He asks, gently nudging you awake. He's getting a bit stiff in this position, and so very tired. It's been a great night, hell, way more than great. But he is completely tuckered out, and needs to figure out if he has to drive home before it's too late.

"Yes, please stay. You're so warm, and cuddly. My teddy bear Bob." You reply sleepily, giggling quietly in your exhaustion.

"Jeez, you really are tired." Bob chuckles, bringing a hand up to stroke your hair for a minute. "C'mon, baby. Let's get under the covers." He coos, and you begrudgingly get out of his lap to lay down. Bob removes the condom, tossing it into the trash beside your bed. Then the both of you slip under the blanket of your bed, with him pulling you towards him to spoon. He says adorable things in your ear, lulling you to sleep with a big smile on your face. One word rings true inside your mind, bright and shiny like a shooting star: happiness. Once you're off to dreamland, Bob presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, and turns off the bedside lamp to go to sleep himself.

...Every second was perfect, and he even stayed over to make me breakfast in bed this morning. Bob knows how to make some killer chocolate chip pancakes. Fuck, how did I get so lucky, diary? I don't think I can ever let Bob go. At least, I hope I never have to. I hate to say such a thing so early, but I think I'm in love with him. How couldI not be? Bob is special, and he makes me feel even more special in comparison. And I just know he feels the same, there's too many sparks flying for this not to be mutual.

April 3rd, 1984

Dear diary,

These last couple of days have been just as lovely as Bob and I's third date. He's come over every night after work since, and we have been going at it like feral bunny rabbits. Bob's become insatiable, and I'm certainly not complaining. He can't keep his hands off of me when we're watching TV or eating dinner, always ending up with either his hand or his head between my legs. And that's just to start. Apparently, he read up on oral sex after our little trip to the storage closet of Waxed Out. He was so excited to show me everythinghe'd learned. It was adorable, and incredibly sexy. I came FOUR times when he first tried it, he didn't want to stop untilI was begging him to give me a chance to breathe. If Iwasn't so into it, I'd be worried that I've broken him in some way.

But despite all the incredible sex we've been having, he's still as sweet and tender as ever. Every touch, kiss and everything in between is done with love, and I do everything in my power to reciprocate for him. And we still have plenty of 'innocent' moments, there's always lots of cuddling and deep conversation in our post-sex afterglow. Hell, even as I write this now, he's snuggled up to me in bed, sleeping off the impeccable time we've just had. He's so cute when he sleeps, clinging to my body while a gentle snore escapes him. Could this relationship get any more perfect, diary?

April 10th, 1984

Dear diary,

It's been a week since I've written in here. But things have just been so busy for me lately, it's hard to remember to write all the important things down. Between basically taking over all operations at Waxed Out, and spending every evening I can with Bob, it'stough to keep up. But even meeting up with him has become a challenge in itself. RadioShack seems to want a majority of Bob's attention. Promotions, extra hours, and late nights have been pulling him away from me. He still makes as much time for me as he possibly can, and I appreciate it. I only hope we can both keep up with the demand from our workplaces, and each other.

April 20th, 1984

Dear diary,

I. Am. Exhausted. I know, I know. A record store doesn't necessarily seem all that taxing when it comes to work, but Mr. Harris' health has deteriorated significantly these last few weeks. He's barely able to walk anymore, bound to a wheelchair as he can't make it more than a few steps. His mind has also started to slip, his daughter has had to move back home from Ohio to take care of him. She came by the other day to go over anything Mr. Harris hasn't been able to show me himself. I am, essentially, the sole person in charge of the entire shop. Sure, this is eventually what I wanted, but I never wanted the old man to be in such a bad way to get it.

I've been filling out paperwork, looking over invoices and tax forms and bills...piles and piles of paper sit on the small desk on the back room of the store, and there's no making sense of it all in sight. I've been given permission to hire a couple people to work under me, take the load off a bit. But that'sjust another task on the never-ending list I already have. And I certainly don't want just anyone working here. They have to know their stuff, so that also makes the potential hiring pool significantly smaller.

Besides all of this, Ihaven't been able to have Bob over in a week. We've both just been so tired, and overworked. There's no time or energy left for each other once we clock out for the day. I miss him, I want him here with me so badly. I crave his kisses, and his strong arms around my waist, and his cock inside my pussy. But I can barely make my hand move properly to say all of this, diary. My eyes feel heavy, and my head is pounding. Every muscle in my body aches from hunching over the desk, or being on my feet for hours on end. I feel like I'm forty years old at this point, and I haven't even made it to twenty yet.

April 24th, 1984

Dear diary,

Bob and I managed to spend some time together last night. It was great. It always is. Well, 'used to be', I suppose I should say. It's with a heavy heart, and tears in my eyes, that I have to tell you that Bob and I broke up last night. Neither of us wanted to, quite the opposite. We care for each other so much, more than we ever thought we would.

It went like this. Bob came over, and we wasted no time in ripping each other's clothes off and jumping into bed. It was perfect, as always, but it also felt...bittersweet. Like we knew that this would be our last time, making every kiss and thrust more hungry and desperate than usual. To squeeze every last bit of bliss we could from our final embrace. And when we were spent and snuggling afterwards, the talk that we were dreading inevitablytook place. Bob and I mutually agreed that as much as we enjoy each other, our work is keeping us from having a fulfilling relationship. We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, we're tired and stressed to a point where it's not what either of us deserve.

We both cried as we spoke, our hearts breaking into shards that pierced us from the inside out as we ended things. It still hurts so much, diary. And I'm sure it will for a good while. I thought maybe Bob could be 'the one', ya know? But it wasn't in the cards for us, and that's just how it is. Who knows? Maybe someday, once we've gotten ahold of our overbearing roles at work, we can try it all again. I'll always keep that in the back of my mind, because what I've had with Bob is trulysomething deeper thanI've ever experienced —or possibly ever will experience— in my entire life.

《This is the end of entries regarding Robert 'Bob' Newby. This document has been recorded and retained by The Federal Bureau of Investigation of the United States of America, for the purpose of corroborating the timeline of events in The Downfall of Hawkins, Indiana. The owner of said diary is unknown. Although, given the condition said evidence was found in, the author is presumed to be deceased.》

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Will you make me a drabble where I ask Steve to be my daddy or just make him my daddy🥺🥺👉👈 love you bestie!!

Title: The Journey to Daddy

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: Five times you call Steve ‘daddy’, and the one times he asks you to.

Words: 1.6k

Warning: slight smut, daddy kink, some jealousy and possessiveness, 18+ Only

A/N: There is only one person who can ever make me go soft. Berry, this is for you. Love you more my queen @donutloverxo

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Sometimes, you felt like an onion. You had a lot of layers around you: secrets, insecurities, dreams you were scared of living, things that were never said. And every time, it felt like Steve would peel a layer to expose the truest form of you. You'd never felt as naked as you did when his eyes were fixed on you, with no judgement or question, only love.

You'd been going out for months now, learning about each other, exploring your boundaries. Steve was the most attentive boyfriend. He was caring and respectful, always there for you before you even asked for him. He'd lift you up when you needed something from the top shelf. He'd cook for you because he knew you liked the domestic look on him. He'd tickle you to tears when you were down, trailing kisses down your forehead to your nose to your chin before blowing a raspberry on the hollow of your neck that would have you giggling.

Steve was so perfect, and it was very unconscious the first time you called him Daddy. You were in the kitchen and had broken a plate when Steve came rushing out, carrying you away from the wreckage to make sure you were okay. he wouldn't let you clean it, afraid you'd hurt yourself.

"You're okay baby?" He had asked.

"Yes daddy" you had softly replied into his neck, soothed by his smell. And though he didn't say anything, the thought kept running in his head. Daddy?

Your cries got higher with each thrust, nails digging into Steve’s shoulder as he pumped into you. He loved it when you got like this, all dumbed down and messy, garbling words that felt like poetry to him. You came around him again, squeezing his length between the velvety walls of your sex and he released into you with a growl.

Sweaty and spent, you looked a beauty to him as you laid under his naked body covered in his essence. His large body framed yours and as he leaned in to kiss your glistening and bruised lips, you tiredly said, "I love you, daddy".

He stilled, whispering a love you back before collapsing next to you. Looking at you drifting away, he got up to clean you and cover you up, holding you close as his thoughts ran wild. There it was again. Daddy. Why did you call him that?

Your birthdays were more important to Steve than they were to you. Every time, even when you’d not been dating, Steve would pull all stops for your birthday. He’d arrange a party that would consist only of your closest friends and family, cook all your favorite food, and would make sure everyone got you a present you liked.

There was that time Steve had made a list and gave it out. “Just get her something from this. I know what she likes.” Idiot. He should have put only his name on the list, since there was nothing you wanted more than him. Today, as you celebrated this day as a couple, he decided to make it intimate and private.

He decorated the balcony in your favorite fairy lights, lightening soft candles and putting your favorite flowers everywhere so that it smelled divine. You both sat under the stars, holding each other as you snuggled in the blanket, talking in hushed tone.

“What did you wish for when you blew the candles?” He asked, pressing his lips on the crown of your head. You looked at him, eyes reflecting the candles that danced in the wind.

“I have everything I want. Here.” You said, touching his chest. “You’re all I want. Thank you for today, daddy.”

You kissed him, not noticing the slight hitch in his breath as you said that. Daddy, he liked how that sounded.

The sounds of typing were a normal in your house, but it bothered Steve when it went past midnight for the third night in a row. He saw you stifle another yawn, rubbing at your eyes as you tried to finish this project on time. You worked way too hard if you asked him.

“Baby, come to bed. It’s late.”

“I can’t, really need to get this done.”

Steve sighed, washing your now empty coffee mug before sitting beside you. He counted three more yawns along with four curses whispered under your breath and he knew he needed to step in. Gently stopping your hand, he turned you to face him and cupped your face.

“You still have four days before you need to turn this in. Come to bed honey, you’re tired and I don’t wanna sleep without you.”

You pouted, tired and internally glad that he finally stopped you. Nodding, you allowed him to more or less carry you into the bedroom and put you into pajamas, tucking you into the warmth of his body as he turned out the lights.

“Sleep, sweetheart. I’ll make you your favorite breakfast tomorrow so you’re all charged up for another day of working. I love you.”

His arms came around you, your back to his chest. Tangling your fingers with his, you pressed a sleepy kiss on his knuckles before whispering into the dark, “good night daddy. Love you too.”

The fifth time you did it, you scared him.

The Avengers Gala was something Steve hated and loved. He loved he could have you on his arm, his girl to proclaim before the world. His friends got together and had a nice time, and people he hadn’t seen for a while surfaced too.

What Steve couldn’t handle was the audacity of men to ogle you. Despite you being on his arm, they would follow you with their creepy eyes, trying to sneak in a word whenever someone pulled him away from you. He knew he mustn’t be jealous; if there was anything Steve was ever secure about, it was your love for him. But he couldn’t stand still watching some good for nothing bastard try to win you over with a pick up line that was older than he was.

“Excuse me gentlemen” He almost growled, taking your arm possessively before whisking you away into a dark corner, intent on having you all to himself. You rolled your eyes, used to this act by now. You’d never told him, but it was almost endearing watching a man like him get so antsy over you.

“You can’t always hide me away!” You chided him but didn’t push him away. You preferred his company over any other, and if were to take you home right now, you wouldn’t mind. Steve bit his lips before cutting a glance to the men who were flirting with you earlier, a snarl lodged in his chest.

“No, but I can do this!” His lips crashed on yours, pulling you into a deep kiss that tasted of his power and love. You melted into his touch, arms hooking around his neck to bring him down to your height, tongues tangling together in a sloppy kiss. Steve didn’t let up until you had to finally break to breath, both panting hard.

“What was that for?” You asked, softly touching your lips that tingled.

“To remind everyone that you belong to me!” He said, pulling you closer. You smiled, pressing another kiss on his lips before tucking your head under his neck.

“Of course I belong to you daddy.”

He spent the rest of the party distracted. You’d called him that a lot recently. But why? Did you want him to be a daddy? You'd both decided to never to have children in the early days of getting together. Why then did you call him daddy? And why did it send a thrill down his back? God, he hoped you weren't pregnant.

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The morning after the party, he woke you up with kisses trailing down your neck, soothing the sting of the bites he had placed there last night. As you whimpered, wanting to sleep some more, he pushed a hand under your top to tickle your ribs, smiling as you giggled and squirmed.

“Steve!” You squealed as he reached under your breast. He chuckled before kissing up your exposed tummy, loving the sounds of your laughter as he reached your mouth and pressed deep and slow kisses there.

“Good morning.” He said, nuzzling his nose into you. You sighed in happiness, snuggling into him and breathing in his scent.

“Good morning.”

You stayed that way for a while, him gently rocking you back and forth as you hummed, enjoying the quiet morning together. It was after a few minutes that Steve spoke.

“Why do you call me daddy?”

A sudden shyness came over you and you buried your face deeper into his chest, not speaking. Steve tutted, gently pulling you back and titling your face up to meet his eyes.

"Do you want us to have a kid?" Steve asked and you shook your head.

"No." You said, embarrassed.

"Then why do you call me daddy?"

You looked at him with glittering eyes, cupping his cheek softly that was threatening to develop a scruff if not shaved.

"Because I trust you." You said. "I never have to hide from you, never have to worry. You look after me, you love me unconditionally. You care about me in a way no one has ever before. When you take charge, it makes me feel good. I love it when you guide me in bed. I love it when you step up and look after me. Calling you daddy puts those feelings into words."

Steve couldn't look away from you and your eyes. The love and trust you put in him made him a better person, it made him feel worthy. All he ever wanted in life was to have someone to call his own, to hold them and love them and never let any harm come to them. Looking into your eyes, he knew he had all he wanted. He held you closer and tighter, brushing your lips with his.

"Say it again then, baby."

"Daddy"

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #daddy!steve rogers #steve rogers

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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crystalcow · 3 years

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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

➳➳➳➳➳┄┄※┄┄➳➳➳➳➳

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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technowoah · 3 years

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Can I request a prompt #37 with Karl Jacobs? I love your writing btw :)

Ring(s)

The four times Karl tried to propose and the one time he actually did.

- Karl Jacobs x gen!neutral reader!

- Prompts: 37) "Are you proposing?!"

⚠︎ swearing, fluff, angst if you squint and a rushed ending. I didn't proofread either

an// TYSM FOR LIKING MY WORK 😭ALSO Thanks for requesting and sorry this came out so late! Hope you enjoy :)

To say that Karl loved you was an understatement. He adored you and practically worshipped the ground you stood on. He is so respectful, which is a major upgrade from your other boyfriends, and loves you for who you are. You didn't have to put on a facadè at all during the 3 years you two have dated.

This love wasn't a one way thing. You loved him just as much, or even more, than he did. Everything he did you supported, you were always cheering him on from wherever you were. You were here for the good and the bad, and he was too. You two never shyed away from admiting your love and support. You could write a essay on each thing you love about Karl.

The idea of marriage came up during a late night dinner at Denny's. The idea came so naturally to you, so it surprised Karl that you didn't tense up. Karl was tense when bringing up the topic of marriage, so when you said "Yeah, I wanna get married to you one day." so casually it caught him off gaurd.

You two had already talked about marriage time and time again, but this time Karl wanted to take the initiative. He was ready to get married and since the marriage talk was just a few months ago it was fresh in his mind. Karl could vividly imagine you walking down the aisle towards him looking angelic. He could see everything now and he wanted those daydreams to become a reality. He wanted to physically feel your hands against his as you two say "I do" to one another.

He couldn't stop thinking about settling down in a nice house with you. Karl already bought a ring for you and always has it with him. Now he justs needs to figure out how to tell you.

1st proposal: Fireworks

"THIS IS THE MOST EXPENSIVE FIREWORK IN THE ENTIRE WORLD-"

You blocked out Jimmy's yelling as you sat in a lawn chair in the middle of the woods. Karl had invited you to a MrBeast video shoot because he thought it would be a great early 4th of July. It was late at night and slightly cool outside, so you were wearing a MrBeast hoodie Karl was wearing earlier. You zoned out as the boys talked to the camera over and over again, taking multiple shots.

You found yourself looking at Karl most of the time you sat there and you always caught his gaze towards you. Every time you caught him looking at you, you sent him a small wave or blow him a kiss and every time he sent a shy wave back or sent a more exaggerated kiss back.

During halfway through the shooting you begrudgingly had to move your lawn chair further and further away from your original spot. Karl always checked up on you before and after each firework set were blown up. He has been acting fidgety around you and you didnt know why. When you tried to confront him about it he would always turn away and go back to the boys without a glance back, and his hands in his pockets.

You loved watching the guys play with so many different types of fireworks, this was a great 4th of July for you, but you wished that Karl was sitting next to you feeling the bliss that you were.

You were currently sitting behind bulletproof glass while the guys had a control panel on their lap. Karl kept sending glances towards you and you looked at him and smiled whishing he was next to you and not over by the guys. You knew it was selfish, but he invited you here.

Karl kept bouncing his leg, he kept his hand in his pocket which held the ring. He kept sending glances towards you, knowing he should be on one knee right about now. Jimmy was about to fire off the last rocket of the night and Karl couldn't seem to go over and ask you to marry him. He knew he was hilding himself back which made him hate himself. You deserved a good night and he hoped you enjoyed the fireworks, but he knew on the ride back he would have to apologize.

He stayed with the boys as they went to go see the fireworks they would be setting off soon. Once they came back they were all about to press the button to set off the expensive fireworks they counted down from 5 and he looked towards you. You were standing up with your arms crossed, hopefully shielding yourself from the cold, and looking towards the fireworks that were going to burst. They finally pressed the button the fireworks went off.

Each burst of light in the air sent a glow onto your smiling face. Karl sent a somber glace and marveled in how the explosion of the fireworks sent a beautiful glow around you.

This wasnt the right time. Next time.

2nd proposal: Donuts

"Im sorry for last night." Karl apologized as you both took a seat at a booth by the window at the small coffee and donut shop.

This was supposed to be an apology for the last failed proposal. Instead of spending time with you, he kept his distance which was the opposite of what he really wanted to do. This was a way to spend much needed time with eachother, but this was also another attempt at a proposal.

Karl wanted to hide the ring in the middle of a donut so when you inevitably look at it when he hands it to you, you'll see the ring and then he'll propose right there. To him it seemed flawless.

You never wanted a huge proposal. You didnt want that much attention on you when your future significant other would propose. Something simple would be the ideal proposal and you've hinted that many times to Karl and right now he was listening. There were only two other couples in the small diner because others were picking up donuts and leaving. If he decided to get down on one knee it would cause a scene.

You stayed silent for a moment looking at Karl before deciding to speak.

"It's no problem. Please dont stress out about it." You smiled softly and he smiled back at you. "I mean the fireworks were beautiful, but you all were screaming too much."

You both laughed as you both recalled that night in the desert.

"Yeah I just didn't..I didn't really talk to you all night. I feel bad." Karl said fiddling with his hands.

"Its in the past Karl. And I still know you love me." You reached out to grab both of his hands and hold his cool hands in yours.

"I do love you." He whispered for only you to hear leaving both of you smiling ear to ear.

"What kind of donuts you want?" Karl asked looking into your eyes carefully.

You thought about it for a while before speaking up. "I'll keep it simple. Icing with sprinkles. Surprise me with the icing color!" You exclaimed while letting go of his hands for a second.

Once you two let go of eachothers hands he immediately went to his pocket and played with the velvet box. He nodded his head and without a word he stood up to meet the cashier behind the display box of donuts. He ordered only one donut as you said with orange icing this time.

He paid for the food and stayed at the counter where he paid. Karl looked back to see if you were paying attention to him only to see you looking out the window at the people passing by. Karl smiled at the sight knowing he really wants to marry you one day and then he looked down at the glistening ring inside of the box.

Karl was supposed to put the ring in the middle of the donut that was laying alone on a napkin on the counter. He started to think of the possibilities of what could happen. What if you didn't see the ring and crumble the ring with the napkin and throw it away? What if you accidentally put the ring in your mouth? What if you weren't hungry anymore?

He looked over again to where you were looking at him giving him the same smile you gave during the fireworks. Karl sighed and once again closed the box with the ring. He was a coward and he knew that.

Karl picked up the donut from the counter and made his way over to you.

"Here's your donut with sprinkles and orange icing!" Karl exclaimed putting emphasis on the 'orange' part.

"Thanks babe!" You smiled as he sat down across from you. "Wait, you didn't get anything for yourself?"

Karl sighed again for what seemed like the 100th time today and put on a smile. "I ended up not being as hungry as I thought I was."

"Well I could always share!" You started to eat your donut as Karl ended up looking outside.

Unbeknownst to you he was thinking of another way to propose without himself getting in his own head.

He'll find a time.

3rd proposal: Livestream

"Chat! As you can see I have my significant other here with me!" Karl exclaimed to his Twitch following.

You were sat next to him in another one of his office chairs with a blanket across your lap. You loved to join Karl's streams, the last couple of time you two played minecraft, gang beats, played on the nitendo switch for a while, but this time he didn't tell you what games you two would be playing. Karl just told you to come over tonight and ended up asking to join him for a stream last minute.

Now you are here next to him as Karl glows with excitement as he streams to his growing followers. You loved how he interacted with his fans and had a genuine connection with them, but sometimes that strong connection can, and has led to some nights where you had to stay the night and comfort him from his inner demons and the internet. Those nights made you love him even more, the vulnerability he gave to you made you comfortable with him.

It seems like the more time you spend eith him the more you want to officially get married. You didn't want to rush him because you soon figured out for yourself that there is no rush to express your love, which you two do everyday day. You two can get eloped in Vegas and you'll be happy, as long as you can spend the rest of your life with the man you love.

Karl kept sending glances towards you throughout the stream hoping you were having fun with the chill, q and a stream. Again he wanted to propose to you tonight during the stream. He loved showing your relationship whenever he could and whenever you would allow him to. His community also loved you the moment you became his significant other, so hopefully this will be a beautiful moment.

You talked to his chat as he contemplated, again, about whether to propose tonight. It wasn't infront of people, it was infront of a screen and it would be on Twitter in less than a week. This would be a good moment, but then again he wanted this moment to be between you two and he couldn't find the right time nor the right "moment".

As the stream continues you ended up wrapping yourself fully in the blanket and lying your head on his shoulder. You both cuddled eachother while you two answered questions. Karl kissed the top of your head and finally collected all of his thoughts.

He didn't need to propose to officially claim his love to you. Karl knew you both loved eachother to the ends of the Earth and back. There's no need for ceremony and the one day he will propose, he know it will come naturally. There is no need to force it, and now he wont.

Only time will tell.

4th proposal: spongebob

"Are you ready, kids?

Aye, aye, Captain!

I can't hear you!

Aye, aye, captain!

Oh!"

The TV illuminated the comfortable, dark room you two were in. You were lying on the couch with Karl with the blanket you had while streaming. It was late at night after the stream and you two ended up watching re-runs of spongebob. Karl sang along to the theme song softly while you hummed along. This was the 4th episode you both watched this night and it was a great way to end the week.

"Do you want to stay over tonight?" Karl asked softly with tiredness in his voice.

"Of couse. Im too tired to move, so thanks for offering." You chuckled.

"You're welcome here anytime." Karl yawned and squeezed your sides. "Do you want popcorn?"

"Hell yeah." You got off of Karl as he walked to the kitchen.

He put the bag into the microwave and leaned back onto the kitchen counter as he waited. Karl looked over to the side and saw a empty vase which was next to the velvet box he was carrying with him this whole week. He shook his head and laughed to himself before getting the popcorn out of the microwave, dumping it in a bowl and walking back to see you taking up the whole couch.

"Move over or I'll sit on you." Karl said standing above her.

"Is that a promise?" You teased.

"Okay then!" He turned around and began to slowly and dramatically fake sitting ontop of you.

You began to laugh and try to push him off of you. You successfully got him to sit down and returned to your previous position, but this time with popcorn.

"I love you, you know that?" You hummed into his chest.

"Yeah, and I love you more."

"I love you most."

"I love you mostest." Karl laughed.

"That's not a word." You smiled.

"I love you so much I made up a word for ya." Karl kissed you head and you hugged him tighter.

"You know what?" Karl chuckled. "I love you so much that I tried to propose to you 3 times this week."

Karl finished and you sat up from your spot looking surprised. Karl sat up as well thinking he made a mistake telling you. He was abkut to apologize, but you beat him to speak.

"Oh my gosh!" You exhaled.

"Look, I'm sorr-"

"Are you proposing?!" You exclaimed with a smile on your face.

"Huh-?"

Karl was surprised just like you were before. He remembered that he wanted the Maybe this was the moment he needed this week.

Karl grabbed both of your hands and caressed them both, looking into your eyes. "I was planning to all week. But now I think this is a good moment. So Y/N? Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will!" You enveloped him into a tight hug and peppered his face with kisses. He finally found his moment and he couldn't be happier.

"You said you tried to propose three other times?" You questioned. "When was that?"

"Its a long story."

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Good little girl

*gif is not mine*

Note - Requested by @holacia2 and a part two to good little wife. And special thanks to @gotnofucks for all her help! I'm so overwhelmed with all the love that fic got I hope y'all like this little follow up as well❤❤

Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

Summary - Married life isn't always easy. Will you be able to solve your problems?

Warnings - 18+ only explicit sexual content, younger woman/older man, daddy kink, soft dark!Andy, SO MUCH MISOGYNY, housewife kink, innocence kink, (accusations of) cheating, arranged/forced marriage, spanking, possessive Andy.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 4.9k

Masterlist is linked in the bio and the pinned post!

You handed your mother the brownies you had baked, she thanked you, telling you how it was so unnecessary, before Andy placed the wine you had gotten on the way over on the kitchen counter.

“Why don’t you go keep your father in law company, Andrew?” your mom told him. He only nodded before making way to his boss.

“So? How are things going with him?” she asked. “You are positively glowing honey! Do you have any good news yet?”

“Mom!” you gasped.

Over the past seven months you had only seen your mother a handful of times. You were still a bit upset with her for marrying you off to an older man you barely knew, a man who you thought despised you so much he refused to even touch you.

You knew she didn’t really have a say in it. Your father never really valued her opinion, there was no way she would’ve been able to stop it but she hadn’t even so much as tried.

“No, I don’t. And I won’t any time soon,” you huffed.

While being a mother was something you’d like to experience someday, you didn’t know if you were quite ready for it yet. Which was good because Andy didn’t want kids for the next few years either, he had taken you to a doctor to get you on birth control as soon as the holidays were over.

He stated that he wasn’t ready to share you just yet. That he wasn’t sure he wants his kids to be a part of the mob, which you didn’t want either.

“Oh, but you have to, cookie. I need a distraction. Being a mom is all I’ve ever known and ever since you left the house has been so empty.”

“Well, what about daddy?” you frowned. He had never really liked spending time with your siblings or your mother, but to leave her be on her own like that.

“He’s always with Charlotte,” she rolled her eyes. “I would’ve been fine with it, he’s always been like that, can’t expect him to change now, but he brought her here, now, to a family dinner.” She sighed in resignation.

You had heard a familiar high pitched annoying laugh upon coming home, but you thought that to be one of your brothers floozies.

Charlotte, or Cherry, used to be a good friend of yours in college. Before you brought her home for the holidays of your freshman year and she decided to shack up with your married father, who was almost thrice her age. You lost touch with her after that.

“I’m telling you, honey, a kid is a good way of securing your marriage and starting a family. You are young now... but you will grow old someday. Andrew’s a good man... but he is still a man at the end of the day.”

You scoffed at that, “I won’t have you talking that way about my husband! We are already a family, we’re in love each other and he’s nothing like dad.”

She gave you a teary smile, “Young love--is just so innocent and beautiful. You always see the best in people, cookie. I hope I’m wrong about this. Any man would be an idiot to not appreciate you.”

“Andy does appreciate me. And take good care of me, ma...” you trailed off.

He did take good care of you. After the night you consummated your marriage he brought you breakfast in bed. He hadn’t kept his hands off of you for the past few weeks, doting on you any chance he could get, telling you he loved you every chance he got.

But you wondered... did he love you?

The kind of love you’d only ever read about in classical novels. The kind of love you’d dreamt of having ever since you could remember, the kind you thought you once had with someone, but didn’t. You didn’t love Alex the way you love Andy. You were in love with the idea of Alex. You knew Andy now. You knew how kind, passionate and fierce he was, your love for him consumed every single part of you. Where you would literally die for him.

But did he love you for you. Or was he just lonely because it was Christmas. You had avoided taking the tree and the decorations down, begging him, even dropping to your knees and making love to him with your mouth, you didn’t know much but Cherry had taught you that you could get men to do anything for you just by kneeling before them.

While he was very obviously pleased with your passion, returning the favor tenfold, till your thighs burned from his bread and you were shouting for him to stop, he still took the decorations down. He said he wanted to start anew this year. He made a resolution to be the best husband he could.

But you were going to protect your heart this time, hope for the best but still prepare for the worst.

Unfortunately, you had been seated next to Cherry. You found out that your father was living with her now and that while she had hoped he’d leave his wife for her there, but apparently there was no such luck.

“They never leave their wives do they,” she shook her head. “Oh I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be saying these things to you...”

“Its alright,” you shrugged. It would be hard to see your mother be unhappy but there was never any love between your parents. Your mother had learned to live without him and find happiness in other things, and other people, she was just a bit more sneaky about it.

“Well...” you hesitated “how do you keep a man?”

“What kind of question is that?” she giggled. “There are many ways to keep a man but you’ll have to be a bit more specific...”

You ended up changing the subject. The kind of questions you wanted to ask were not suitable for the dinner table, and you didn’t like the way Andy was staring daggers at the pair of you, almost displeased with the two of you chatting.

***

You smiled at him from the passenger seat when he put his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. He had been quite the whole ride home so you decided to speak first.

“Can’t believe Cherry’s like my... step mom.” You laughed out loud at such a ridiculous notion.

“Step mom?” he furrowed his brows, turning his head to look at you.

“Oh I’m just joking,” you waved him off. “Dad would never leave my ma. He’ll move on to another one soon enough.”

He hummed, nodding, “Alright. I was just worried she was troubling you at dinner.”

“What would you have done if she was? Would you swop in like a knight in shining armor and save me from the big meanie?”

“You know I would,” he smiled.

You had asked for a piggy back ride from Andy from the garage to your home, he rolled his eyes and tried to say no but then gave in when you used your princess eyes on him.

He placed you on top of your bed, kissing the tip of your nose, he started unbuttoning his shirt to get ready for bed.

“Andy... um... Daddy?” you corrected yourself instantly.

He liked you addressing him as that whenever you both were alone, he had warned you that you would receive a punishment if you ever failed to comply.

You didn’t know what his punishment would be and you didn’t plan on finding out anytime soon. You’d withhold all affection from him if he ever dared take away the platinum card from you, or lower your allowance as your father had told him to at the dinner, ‘to tame you' supposedly.

But that wasn’t a very good plan... what if he just looked for love elsewhere.

“What is it, honey?” he asked.

“Um... do you think... you would ever take a mistress?” you gulped and prepared yourself for his answer.

“I wouldn’t...” you sighed in relief, “one woman is enough trouble.” he said flatly.

“Daddy!!” you whined, stomping your foot on the floor and folding your hands over your chest.

And he had the audacity to laugh. His laughter at your expense only fuelled your anger. “Do you want to sleep on the couch tonight?”

He finally stopped laughing, “Look at you being a big girl,” he tried to pinch your cheek but you swatted his hand away. “You don’t wanna be daddy’s little girl anymore?” he pouted.

“No... no I do!” you answered all too eager. “I’m sorry...”

“I’m sorry too, honey. I shouldn’t be making fun of you.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” you hugged his hard stomach, rubbing your cheek against his undershirt. “It’s mean, and you promised not to be mean to me.”

“I was just teasing,” he cooed, stroking your hair. And while you knew that and secretly enjoyed it even, you still wanted a serious answer out of him.

“I intend to keep my vows forever. There is just no way I could ever want anyone who’s not you.”

“Really?” you propped your chin on his abdomen, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Promise.”

***

“Um... I’m here to see Andy,” you told the lady sitting outside of, what you had been told was Andy’s office, you assumed her to be his secretary Erica.

You always packed a lunchbox for Andy, always remembering to leave a sweet note for him and he would always call you to thank you for it. You also made sure to have dinner ready before he got home on the nights he wasn’t taking you out on the town. It was just your duty as a good wife.

But Andy had been working way too much the past couple of weeks. Where he would be gone before you wake up and be back when you were already in bed. You knew his job was demanding, working for your father and being a partner in a law firm, the job was like a mistress, stealing your man away...

So you simply decided to make his favorite, food pack it up and come to him to eat it together.

“Mrs Barber! It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you,” she gave you a toothy smile, shaking your hand.

You would’ve been happy, elated that Andy talks so much about you at work. If you hadn’t smelled her perfume. So familiar... you couldn’t quite place it at first but then you remembered.

The night you had slaved away, hoping to profess your love to your husband, when he had rejected you and smelled of chanel.

“That’s a nice scent...” you wondered out loud.

“Oh thank you! I love it as well,” she said, taking in a whiff of the inside of her wrist. “It’s the new chanel one!”

“Hmm....”

You almost didn’t hear Andy calling for you. “What a nice surprise.” He kissed your cheek.

You set the food before him, thinking of telling him what was on your mind.

Was he really so cliché to have an affair with his secretary?

Could you really blame him though? Although you had been married for almost seven months, you were strangers living under the same roof for the majority of them. He wasn’t really cheating... but what if he was still doing it?

“Honey,” he shook you to get your attention. “What’s up with you today? I have a meeting in a few minutes.”

“You’re always working.” You complained.

“Well...” he grinned, grabbing at your thighs and pulling you on his lap, “I have to. If I had the choice I would never come into work, I would stay home forever, between your legs, right... here,” he snaked a hand up your leg and stroked the inside of your thigh. “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

You nodded, “I’ve been so lonely without you.”

He hummed, biting the shell of your ear before speaking into it, “I know, honey. I miss you too. But you do still remember the number one rule right?”

“Yes, daddy. Never touch myself without your permission.”

“And why is that?”

You whined, to embarrassed to say the words, “Because... it’s your... pussy.” You replied in a small shy voice.

“That’s right, sweetheart. It’s mine to do whatever I want with,” he cupped your mould, just to demonstrate what he meant but then frowned when he felt your soft curls and wet slick against his palm.

“You’re not wearing any panties, sweetheart.” He noted, surprised to your boldness.

“Um... I must’ve forgot.”

So maybe you had ulterior motives behind coming here. Your body was used to be doted on everyday now, and to not have his touch for so long was agonising. You had hoped to maybe bend down to pick up a napkin that fell ever so conveniently and flash him, it would work, he would be driven mad.

“Forgot huh?” You nodded in reply as he gathered your slick in his fingers, tracing your labia with them. “That’s too bad, If you had left them on purpose I would’ve cancelled my meeting and fucked you right here. But since it was just an innocent mistake I wouldn’t do that,” he retreated his hand, placing a soft kiss on your hair. “Thanks for lunch.”

***

You were determined to prove your worth to Andy. If he did have a mistress, whether it be his secretary or any other woman, he would forget all about her when he saw how you could do everything for him.

You had went all out today, baking a pie and a four course meal from scratch, lighting up candles, the pink babydoll that Andy had gifted you was under your dress.

He was as always exhausted when he got home, his face visibly lighting up upon seeing you, you took his hand in yours taking him to the couch and making him a glass of whiskey, you handed it to him before kneeling on the soft rug.

“You work so hard, daddy,” you murmured as your fingers worked on unzipping his pants.

He looked at you in confusion, shaking his head, “You don’t have to do that, honey,” cupping your cheek in his plan, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb.

“But I want to make you feel good,” you blinked at him.

He groaned, unable to say no when you looked so willing to please him, but at the same time he wanted to do more with you. To cuddle and watch a movie and talk, it felt as if he hadn’t in ages.

“Very well,” he nodded.

With the green signal from him, you licked your lips, tasting some of your minty gloss, taking his length out of the confines of his underwear, you took a minute to simply marvel at the sheer size and beauty of it.

You licked a stripe up the underside of it, suckling at the crown, you remembered that he liked that the best, at least from the way he twisted his hand in your hair, pulling at it till it caused a slight burn to your scalp.

You slurped his precum up before he pushed his hips up till his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him, didn’t take him long to come down your throat.

His neck and cheek covered in a crimson blush, his chest heaving as he threw his head back against the couch.

“You did good, honey...” he rasped. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He absolutely loved the dinner you had made for him. But when you subtly, because you were raised to be a good lady and wife, tried to coax him to make love to you before bed, he.... rejected you.

Sure, he was kind about it. He told you he was simply tired and would make it up to you. But it was still shocking how a man as insatiable as him would ever say no. You truly didn’t know what to make of it.

***

“Oh... I don’t know about this... it’s a bit too bold for me,” you bit your lip.

“Just try it on! You might end up liking it!” Cherry urged you, putting the bright red lipstick on you without waiting for an answer, “There is nothing more classic than a red lip. Or a red anything. Men go crazy for it.” She told you.

You simply hummed through closed lips as she put some finishing touches on it. “Doesn’t that look nice?” she asked, holding up a mirror before you.

You smiled, it did look different. Maybe different was what you needed. “It’s very pretty. It makes me feel... confident?” Which was strange. Because how could a simple lipstick make you feel confident?

“See! I told you. Confidence is the key to sexiness. Now, let’s talk lingerie.”

***

“Honey, I’ve been waiting for over fifteen minutes,” you heard Andy call out to you from the bedroom.

“Just a minute,” you said, perfecting your edges with a lip brush.

This was something you had never done before. You wore a lot of lingerie for Andy, but most of them were cute pastels or white nighties or babydolls. Nothing like what you were wearing right now...

A sheer black lacy body suit that clung to your body, leaving literally nothing to the imagination.

Top that off with your red lip... you looked like some kind of dominatrix. Cherry told you that most men secretly wish to be dominated. Although you highly doubted your daddy would want anything like that. Or would he?

“Alright, I’m coming out,” you announced, before shyly stepping out, your eyes trained on the floor as you twiddled with your fingers to maybe distract you from your nerves. “What do you think?”

He was speechless. His jaw almost dropping on the floor when he saw you like that. So far from his sweet girl. You were just as much beautiful and sexy, and while it wasn’t something he was used or prefer to he would welcome it if it was what you wanted.

He extended an arm to you, ready to tell you that you were sexy, that he wanted to spend hours worshipping every inch of your body, that he wanted his cock stained the shade of red you wore on your lips, that he was ready to make up for being away for weeks.

Until he saw... that.

He lowly growled your name, making your head snap up to look at him, “What did you do to your pussy?” Because from what he could see, through the sheer material, there was nothing where your pubic hair used to be.

“Uh... I uh... waxed it...” From the tone of his voice you could tell that he wasn’t too happy about it. “Do you not like it?”

“Like?” he scoffed, shaking his head. Taking a seat on the bedding, “C'mere, let me take a closer look.”

Hesitantly, you walked the few strides it took till you were standing before him.

He studied your mould, trying to take the fabric off so he could see it more properly and then tutting when he couldn’t even open the stupid thing.

“Wait, it um... opens here I think,” you interrupted his scrutiny, undoing the zipper that was on your side and taking the suit off of you.

He sighed in resignation when he saw what you had done, making you regret your ever spending so much money and going through all that pain.

He parted your lips apart, running his fingers along your vulva, acquainting himself with this new strange feel of you, “When did do this?” his blue eyes looked up at you.

“Just a couple of days ago. It’s just hair... it’ll grow back in like three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” he scoffed.

You could feel your eyes getting misty. You tried to go all out for him, to please him, be completely naked and vulnerable before him, only to have him get angry at you.

“You don’t like it,” you sniffled.

His furrowed brow softened when he saw you crying, pulling you down till you were straddling his lap, “The question isn’t whether I like it or not,” he explained, his thumb wiping your wet cheeks, “I could... maybe live with it. But I wouldn’t prefer it.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

“But for you to have done this,” he touched your newly waxed skin and almost winced at the smoothness, “You must’ve let someone else see you naked. See what belongs to me.”

“Bu - but they were all women...” you stammered, squirming in his lap as his fingers toyed with your clit.

“It doesn’t matter,” he tutted, pushing two fingers inside you, “Only I get to see you. This is MY pussy. Only I get to decide what to do with it. Do you understand?”

You nodded, holding onto his tshirt as he twisted his fingers inside you. “So-sorry, daddy.”

“No, honey, since you were bad you don’t get to call me daddy. For tonight you will address me as sir. And of course you’ll have to be punished.”

“Punished?” you pouted. “Can’t you just let me go since it was my first strike? I’ll be good from now on I promise!”

“No, you have to learn your lesson. Come on,” you yelped as he manhandled you so you were face down across his lap, “What is your safe word?”

“Unicorns” you giggled. You thought you were so witty for coming up with it. Since he for some reason was jealous of your unicorn stuffie.

He hummed, stroking the soft skin of your butt, “How does twenty sound?”

Your eyes went wide as you gasped, looking at him over your shoulder, “No!” you said.

He didn’t really plan on spanking you... did he? He liked swatting your ass here and there, and truth be told you liked it too. But you had never been spanked or even hit as a punishment.

“Well, if not this then maybe we can make you go a week without cumming.”

Your gasp was louder and even more incredulous this time. You could most definitely take twenty swats, but just the thought of not being able to finish, after knowing what an orgasm with Andy feels like, made you shiver.

“You will count each one, and then thank me for it. You are grateful I’m teaching you, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded.

“Do you know how to count to twenty? Or would I have to teach you that too?” he asked ever so condescendingly as you huffed.

“Of course I do! I was just two semesters away from graduating college!” Never mind that you learned that in kindergarten.

“That’s good. Are you ready?” he asked, cracking his knuckles as he got in position.

With a nod from you he delivered the first slap to your right buttcheek, the sound of it reverberating in the room, his palm stinging slightly as he stroked the skin he had just punished, it was already warmer.

“One, sir. Thank you, sir,” you held onto a moan, it wasn’t half as bad as you thought it would be...

You jerked forward as he unceremoniously hit your other cheek, since you were unprepared for it, and he was much more brutal.

“Tw-two, sir,” you sniffled.

You considered throwing in the towel and saying your safe word by the time fifteen rolled around. Your behind was on fire, while you couldn’t see it, you just knew it was bruised. But you wanted to be good for Andy and it was wrong of you to do something that drastic without his permission.

“Sixteen...” you hiccupped. You could feel your slick running down your thighs but at this point... you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“Do you want a break?” he asked, taking pity on you.

You nodded frantically, “Yes please! Can you... can you touch me? Down there?” Since the pain in your throbbing pussy was unbearable. If you didn’t receive any attention, you might actually burst.

“Down where? Here?” He had the audacity to play down, while you were suffering, and touch the back of your knee to patronise you.

“No!” you whined.

“Well then you’ll have to be a bit more specific, princess.”

“In my... between my legs... my pussy...”

“Are you sure you deserve it though?” he asked.

You thought about it for a moment, before coming to the conclusion that, “No I don’t. Not until I finish my punishment.”

“That’s a good girl,” he praised, his hand massaging your raw ass as your heart swelled in pride.

“Nineteen, sir,” your mind was hazy. It didn’t even feel as if you were in your reality anymore... it was as if you were floating, while you could still hear and feel him spanking you, for some reason it wasn’t as painful anymore.

“The last one, doll, hang in there,” he said before delivering the last swat.

You whimpered, “Twenty, thank you, sir,” willing your nose with the back of your hand.

Andy collected your weak form in his big string arms, rocking you back and forth in his lap as he kept whispering soft praises in your hair, “My sweet beautiful doll,” he pecked you on your lips.

“Sorry about your pants, daddy...” you said when you realised what a wet mess you had made on him.

He shushed you, “Don’t you worry about that right now. Do you want to take a bath?”

You pouted, your red lip jutting out, “No.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead, “Do you want daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“We have to be careful about your butt, baby,” he said as he gently placed you on the mattress.

Your head on your pillow, besides your two most trusted stuffies--your unicorn and teddy. Andy only allowed you two in the bed after complaining they made it hard for him to cuddle you. You demanded he buy you a shelf to display them or you would go back to your old room. Which of course made him comply instantly.

You made grabby hands at him, impatient to have him closer to you, but then were glad he took the time to take off his tshirt so you could ogle the wide expanse of his chest, the light scattering of fuzzy hair over it, his numerous tattoos along with one of your name, which marked him as yours forever.

He took a hardened nipple in his mouth while his hand tweaked the other, nudging your legs apart to make room for him, he placed his length at your entrance.

Slowly pushing into you, letting you get accustomed to the size of him. Although your pussy was always so welcoming to him, he knew you often struggled to take him.

You whimpered at him, tears rolling off of your face. “What’s wrong, honey? Does it hurt?”

“No... it’s just so good,” you sniffled.

“Okay, just hold on,” you held onto his shoulders as he slowly fucked in to you.

Your pussy clamping around his length, the soles of your feet digging into his ass, “Can I come, daddy?”

“Of course, baby. You earned it.” He groaned, his hips hammering against yours as you bit his neck, letting out a muffled scream.

You hummed against his neck when you felt his warm release fill you up, he pulled out of you, frowning when he looked at your naked and hairless pussy, dripping with his cum.

“From now on I’ll be picking out your clothes,” he stated, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms.

“Okay, daddy,” you hummed.

“And no more surprise bikini waxes.”

“Mmm...” If that’s what you had to do to get in trouble and be punished, then so be it. “We’ll see.”

***

Three days later

“Lotion time, doll,” Andy said, pausing the movie you were both watching to go get said lotion.

He had rubbed your lotion on your backside when he spanked you and decided that he wanted to be the one putting your body lotion on you from now on since he had too much fun doing it. He insisted on doing it twice everyday since it was still very cold.

You followed him to the bedroom, lying face down on the bed a he squeezed some on his palms, rubbing them together to warm them up.

You winced just a little, your skin still a bit sensitive, you even had to sit on a pillow the time.

“Will you be going back to work tomorrow?” you wanted to know.

He didn’t like the sadness in your voice, “Yes,” he sighed. He hated leaving you all by yourself.

“I’ll be all alone then.”

“Didn’t you want to go back to college?” He remembered you telling him that your parents forced you to drop out so that you would marry him.

“I do actually. Hate leaving things incomplete... maybe I can even go to a law school and become a lawyer like you!” you perked up.

“You’re not working for your father though, you’re too good for that world.”

“You’re too good for him too.” You said. “Maybe I can work with you.” And you and him could be like a power couple. It would be so exciting.

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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i don't care, i'm in love

a/n: alright sexies, part two! of my last thing you guys liked! idk if anyone's noticed just yet but the titles are from tame impala's song 'new person, same old mistakes' because the song is fire asf. anyways. enough talking, here it is! enjoy! (sorry this took so long lol, i had no idea where i was going w this plot after part 1.)

warnings: penetrative sex, oral sex (f receiving), choking, cursing. this story is 18+ !!! tap off if you're a minor. this is your warning.

wc: 4k words

[bucky barnes x fem!reader]

read part one here!

It's been a few days since your outburst with Bucky in the kitchen. While you haven't made eye contact with him whenever you've been in the same room, you've practically felt his looks from across the room.

The air had definitely shifted in any room where you were both present. Nobody still knows about your past relationship, and you don't intend on telling anyone about it.

You've decided to let Bucky stew in silence, not allowing any leeway. If he wanted to be stubborn, this is where it would land him. He chose his own fate in the end, and now he would have to suffer the consequences.

And it was pretty awkward, to say the least. It was currently movie night in the Avengers Tower, and you were all in the movie theater. Tony had selected a rom-com tonight, as superheroes do. You were sat with Natasha on a loveseat, your legs swung over hers as your shared snacks were laid on your lap for the both of you.

She had, of course, noticed your change in demeanor since your impromptu break-up. You hadn't divulged in the details with her, not wanting to out the relationship. Even though you wanted to be petty as ever, you decided you were going to be the mature one in this situation.

And then Bucky walks in.

With a... another girl?

Maybe you weren't taking the high road after all.

You instantly feel a heat wash over your body, making you want to scream and cry and laugh in incredulity all at the same time.

What the fuck?

"Hey guys, I brought a date to movie night, if that's alright..." His voice sounded like nails on a blackboard to you right now. "This is Sophia."

He says it so simply that no one knows what to say. Everyone spares a glance at you, and for a second, you wonder if he had told anyone.

But everyone had somewhat of an idea that Bucky likes you!

So now, everyone was a bit confused.

"Uhm, yeah, nice to meet ya. Take a seat anywhere." Steve's voice cuts the suffocating silence.

You make brief eye contact with Bucky, but you look away as fast as you had looked in the first place. You felt like there was a golf ball lodged in your throat, and if you didn't stop yourself, you think you would've strangled that motherfu-

You're led out of your train of thought by a light tap on your arm. Natasha gives you a look that's saying, you look like you're about to kill someone. Are you okay?

You shake your head, letting her know you're just fine. Everything's fine. Bucky's over there, with another girl, who's holding his hand. And you've been here wondering for the past two months what's been so wrong about you that he couldn't do the same with you. Let alone even tell people you were in a relationship.

And you're not going to lie. This stung. Really bad.

Although you wanted to sit here and act as unbothered as possible, it was hard. You wanted to enjoy your night, watch your movie, and go to bed. This was a turn of events that you weren't expecting in the least.

The tension in the room was too much, everyone exchanging glances back and forth between you, Bucky, and Sophia. They were all confused. There was an obvious tension between you and Bucky, and although it was never anything serious to them, they all thought he would man up soon enough and ask you out.

Now, sympathetic looks were being shot across the room between all the team members, and no one could say really say anything.

Suddenly, Steve sits up in his seat and glares at his friend.

"Buck, can ya help me bring some snacks from the kitchen?" The blond asks, not waiting for a reply from the brunet.

Once they're safely out of earshot from the movie room, Steve grasps Bucky's shoulder in a tight hold that has Bucky wincing.

"What the hell, man?" His voice comes out strained and laced with confusion.

"Buck, I think I should be asking you that question." Steve says. "Don't play fuckin' dumb with me. You know what I wanna talk about."

"Well, please do enlighten me-"

"Oh would ya drop it? Sophia? I'm sure she's a great gal, but for the past six months you've been bitchin' and moanin' about Y/N." Steve cuts his friend off, trying to gauge the situation.

"I just... things went south. I needed somethin' new... somethin' different." Bucky's voice was meek, almost like he was afraid to admit this to his best friend of 90 years.

"What... whaddaya mean things went... south? Did you tell her you liked her and she rejected you or somethin'?" The blond asks, brows pulled together in confusion.

"I just... I can't really explain to you what happened but... it was bad. I fucked up, Stevie." Bucky's head is still tilted downwards in guilt.

"Buck, you know you can tell me anything, right?" A hand is placed on his shoulder, and he wants to shrug it off, I don't deserve any comfort, he thinks. I did this all by myself.

"Can I just... I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone. Especially Tony or Nat. Or Wanda." Steve gives him a brief nod, motioning for Bucky to go on.

"Y/N and I had been... seeing each other for the past two months..." Bucky starts to explain, and Steve's eyes are jut about popping out of their sockets by the time he finishes explaining.

A few moments pass, and silence soaks the air surrounding them.

"You... you two were dating... in secret? You didn't tell me?" The look Steve gave Bucky made the latter's insides twist in the worst way possible. He should've told his best friend.

"Steve, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. We agreed to keep it between us until... "

"Until she decided she'd had enough."

"Yeah."

A pregnant pause and flat face followed, and flat face followed, and Bucky's now realizing how much he's fucked up. Not in the first place, per se, but by bringing Sophia here.

"So can you tell me why you've dragged that poor girl here?" Steve breaks the silence first.

"I-I... I met her at a bar a couple nights ago. Needed to get out, have a drink. She came up to me and asked me for my number, and... yeah."

What Bucky didn't explain is that as soon as she started talking to him, she had immediately realized he was painfully in love with someone else. She had been kind, understanding of his situation. Instead of trying to get in bed with him, she sat down with him while he explained to her how he got himself in this mess.

"You know... I can help you..." Sophia tells him with innocent eyes.

"Really? How?" Bucky's tone was incredulous, like the mere idea of doing something about this whole thing was possible.

"Well, she seems to care about you a lot. But maybe you just need to get a... reaction out of her. She's unbothered now, she says she 'moved on.' Show her she hasn't." She explains.

"But...how?"

And thus... this situation was born.

"So... Sophia has absolutely no interest in you, and you brought her here to make Y/N jealous?" Steve looks at his friend like he has three heads, and Bucky now realizes just how dumb this all looks.

"Well... yeah. This was a bad idea, wasn't it? I should just go take Sophia home-"

"No! You already got this far, and if you do that it might give Y/N the wrong idea. Just- just go with it for the rest of the night and see what happens." Steve says. "Now, let's get the snacks."

Bucky helps him, and they head back into the movie room. He notices your tense form against Natasha. Sophia's making conversation with Sam, and if you were in a cartoon, you're sure there would be steam coming out of your ears.

The movie goes by in a blur, and even though your eyes were glued to the screen, you feel like you didn't even watch the movie. You were too busy being hyperaware of the way Sophia held onto Bucky's arm like if was her lifeline, and quite frankly, you wanted to punch the living daylights out of the both of them.

Once the movie's finished and the lights turn on, you waste no time in heading to your room after a quick goodnight to everyone.

You're getting ready for bed with slams of closet doors and dresser drawers, absolutely enraged with everything. Why was this bothering you so much? But more importantly, how was Bucky so quick to move on? Like you were nothing to him? Like you were the dirt under his shoe?

And although you were too proud to say it, it stung like a motherfucker.

Before you could get ahead of yourself, a knock is coming from your door.

You're sure it's Natasha trying to make sure you're alright, but after months of acting unaffected, all you wanted to do was get under your covers and cry.

"Nat, I'm sorry but I'm really not in the mood-" But when you swung the door open, it was none other than your ex-boyfriend."What the hell are you doing here?"

Your tone was venomous, and all Bucky could see was the tiredness and rage behind your irises.

"I- Can I talk to you?" His voice is timid, like he's afraid to even ask for your time.

"About what? Don't you have someone to tend to?" You wonder out loud, and you can't help the way your heart twists at the thought of Bucky and Sophia. The way he had no problem holding her, touching her, loving her.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, Y/N."

It even hurt to think that.

"What do you want, Barnes?" You query in an indifferent tone.

"I-I waned to talk to you, alone." He responds, and his palms are sliding down his thighs to wipe off the sweat.

"Don't you have to take your date home?"

He was quiet for a moment, trying to gauge how to handle you right now. One wrong word or move, and he was out.

"Y/N, can I please just talk to you? One night we're sleeping in each others' beds, and the next we're strangers? How- how does that even make sense?" He's trying to make sense of the past few weeks and the events that led up to the demise of your relationship.

He knows, but he doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Well, I wonder who's fault that was?" You ask snarkily.

Apparently, you weren't afraid to say it.

"You were the one that did this. I get it. This was new for you, but at some point, enough was enough! I- I was basically dirt under your shoe, James! I- I couldn't fucking take it anymore! I just- you were so easy with Steve and Natasha. And then you would shake me off like I was some pest, some bug." You choked on your words, tears pricking behind your eyes. You turned away before Bucky could see them, not wanting to let him see you like this.

You've put on a tough front, because you didn't want anyone to think that you'd get so hung up over some boy, but it was hard to do so when you were giving your all into a relationship while you got the bare minimum back.

Bucky watches you from your doorway, and as you turn away, he takes this as a sign to come in and shut the door behind him.

"Y/N, please, let me talk. I-I just need to talk. To get it all out. I'm begging you, please." And beg he did. He was on the floor, quite literally on his knees. You couldn't even comprehend how not even an hour ago, he brought a new girl in.

And now he was on his knees before you. Begging.

"Get up."

Your voice cracked, but it was still strong. You weren't in the mood to have a man beg at your feet, and you felt it was quite pathetic that he was on his knees right now when he's the reason you two had ended up like this.

Whatever this was.

"O-Okay. Does that mean I can talk?" He asks tentatively, rising to his feet slowly.

"You have five minutes."

He was quiet at first, and you wondered if he even had anything to say. If he was just here to waste your time, to cause even more heartache-

"I- Can I just start off by saying, in the almost three months we were together, I never, ever, wanted to make you feel anything less than what you really are. You're kind, caring, beautiful, the smartest person I've ever met. But above all those things, you were patient with me. And that was never something I had before with someone else. No one was as patient and as attentive as you were, and I need you to know." He pauses, catching his breath from his rambling.

"Know what?" Your tone was venomous, trying to hold back the tears prickling behind your eyes.

"That I have dreamt of a girl like you for decades. You are everything-" he chokes on his words, eyes glossing over, "everything I've ever wanted, and more. And I can't tell you how sorry I am for the way I treated you. How I made you feel, and how I felt the need to hide us. I should've just been honest with everyone from the start, and it cost me everything in the end. So I'll spend the rest of my days making it up to you, in any way possible. Because you deserve it. You deserve so much better than someone who- who doesn't know how to love. How to hold your hand and not want to cry because he feels like he doesn't deserve it. You deserve the entire universe, Y/N."

Bucky finishes speaking, looking so deeply into your eyes that you can't help but let the facade crack.

Tears are leaking out of the corners of your eyes. You sniffle, trying to take a deep breath.

"Wh-what about... Sophia?" You struggle to ask through your emotions, trying to hold yourself back from flinging yourself into his arms.

"I- She's... not relevant. I met her at a bar the day we... ended things, and she said 'it was clear I was going through a heartbreak,' and that she wanted to help me get you back." Bucky laughs a bit at the whole situation now, and how fucking badly he had fucked up.

"But if you don't want to get back together, I understand. Just know, I still feel the same. But if you give me another chance, I promise you it'll be different. I promise to spend all my time making it up to you, and I don't want to hide anything about us. To anyone." He affirms, moving to hold your hands in his.

And surprisingly, you didn't pull away.

No matter how much your brain was screaming, yelling to pull away!

But you couldn't. You wanted to believe every word that came out of his mouth, and you didn't care if anyone thought you were being naive or stupid. You just wanted to hold him again, to call him James again, and to have him whisper sweet nothings in your ears.

And as all these thoughts were running through your head, you see Bucky slowly backing away, assuming your silence meant you were telling him to leave.

"I-Wait. Wait. We have a- a lot to talk about, but I'm not giving up on us yet. But I want a full explanation, top to bottom about everything. And- you have to promise me things will be different between us. We can't have things like they were before, and-"

And before you could continue your rambles, you were stopped by the feeling of his lips on yours.

You could feel his rough ones moulding against your soft, cherry-flavoured ones from your lip balm. His eyes were closed, and so were yours. Any thoughts you had were thrown out the window, and all you could focus on right now was him.

He was invading all your senses in the best way possible. In this moment, you realized he was being completely honest and truthful in what he'd said earlier. Of course, you wouldn't let him forget about all this so easily, but right now, all that mattered were his hands running all over your waist and neck.

"J-James," you breathed out, disconnecting from him.

His eyes search yours, wondering if this is where you give him the boot, and tell him to leave it at this.

But oh, was he wrong.

"Lock the door for me?"

His mouth is akin to that of a fish out of water, wondering to himself if his brain was conjuring this image in his head after weeks of not having you.

"A-Are you sure? If you don't want to we don't have to-" And now he's the one getting cut off with your lips.

It had been enough suffering for the both of you these past few weeks.

"James, I'm sure. Help a girl out?" You smile coyly, slowly walking backwards until you reach your bed and sit down. Your eyes stay on James' blue ones while he rushes to lock to door.

He's hovering over you, waiting to see if you'll make a move.

"Well, aren't you gonna fuck me?"

At those words, the man above you snaps out of his stupor, and lets out an animalistic growl, lunging at you and making both your bodies fall back onto the fluffy white duvet of your bed.

"Can I take this off of you?" James hands are pinching at the fabric of your t-shirt, and you fervently nod in response.

"Words, honey." He coaxes and receives a meek but clear 'yes' from you.

He wastes no time slipping it off your form, only breaking apart from you for air to do so.

Soon enough, your panting forms were both almost bare, left down to just underwear. James slowly moves to settle himself between your thighs, but your hand catches onto his wrist before he could move any further.

"You don't have to, James. I want you inside me already." Although you usually never complained about getting head, you were aching to feel him inside you.

"C'mon angel, I've missed how your sweet lil' pussy tastes." The words coming out of his mouth combined with the feeling of the small pecks he's placing against your inner thighs have you practically shaking.

Along with his scruff giving the sensitive skin a delicious burn, you couldn't bring yourself to say no to James.

He guides your soaked panties down your legs, placing your calves against his shoulders to hold them open.

"Mmm, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to have my mouth between these legs again, sugar. Missed ya so much." He mumbles to you, licking a broad stripe up your core.

A gasp leaves your mouth, and you scramble to find something to grab onto.

With one hand in his brunet locks, Bucky continues his ministrations. He alternates between using his tongue and sucking on your sensitive button, building up your climax.

James listens to your small gasps and whimpers, paying attention to what brought you the most pleasure.

"Oh!" You let out a whimper at the feeling of Bucky's fingers hitting your sweet spot inside you.

Before you knew it, the throbbing in your heat was spreading all through your body, causing your first earth-shattering orgasm of the night.

You're chanting James over and over again, like a prayer.

"That's it, sweetheart, give it all t'me." He coaxes you through your high, allowing for you to come down.

Your eyes are bleary and you barely sense James coming back up over you. His fingers are opening your mouth, allowing you to taste them.

"Taste yourself, honey. So sweet, missed havin' you." He leaves pecks on your forehead, nose, and cheek, before circling back to your mouth when he pulls his fingers back out.

When he pulls away again, his nose is brushing against yours. You still feel like you're floating, but you open your eyes slowly to be met with his bright cerulean ones.

"You have a condom?" James' voice is gravelly as he speaks against your lips.

"No, I'm clean and still on the pill. Wanna feel all of you." You whisper while your fingers roam through his locks.

"A-Are you sure?" He asks, trying to ignore the involuntary twitch of his cock at your words.

"I'm sure, James. I've never been more sure of doing anything with anyone." You say, letting your hand move down to his boxers.

Your hand dips into the waistband, grasping him with your palm.

"Wanna feel all of this." You barely speak, but he understands every word you say.

Before you know it, his underwear is off and thrown somewhere across the room.

James sits back, running his cock through your juices for lubrication, eliciting a sigh from the both of you.

"Fuck, I missed you so much, doll." He grits out while he pushes into you slowly. "Can't believe I was so stupid and almost lost ya for good."

"I-I'm right here, baby. You won't ever lose me." You reassure him, letting him fill you to the brim.

"God, can't get enough of this tight pussy, baby." James is thrusting at an even pace now, and you can feel every inch of him inside you.

You release moans of ecstacy and pleasure in his ear as he stays above you, and while you're only half-conscious of what you're doing, you grab his metal arm and bring it to your throat.

His eyes shoot open but his pace never falters, looking at you for silent reassurance.

The white-hot feeling in your core builds at the feeling, not wanting it to stop.

"You sure?"

"Yes, please." All he needed was your whimper to moan at the sight of his hand around your throat.

"H-Holy shit. I- Come with me baby, c'mon." His voice is strained, like it's paining him to speak.

"I'm- I'm coming James. Come with me, baby." You gasp out, feeling the stirring in your belly reach its' peak.

Soon enough, you're both coming undone, breathing into each others' mouths while working through your highs together.

You feel him spurting inside you, painting your walls white. His rocking slowly comes to a stop, allowing him to open his eyes and focus on you. Your thumbs are brushing over his cheekbones, soaking in him just being here, with you.

"C'mon, let me get you cleaned up, angel." James slowly pulls out of you, being careful to not hurt you.

You see the light flicker on in your bathroom and hear the sink running. He returns with a rag and brushes it gently between your legs, feeling you shiver at how sensitive you are.

"Sorry, honey." James' whisper comes from below, and you smile down with soft eyes.

You were completely besotted for this man.

Once the rag is thrown into your laundry hamper, Bucky retrieves his boxers and pulls them on.

For a moment, you feel a flash through your body, your heart seizing at the thought of him leaving now.

"A-Are you leaving?" You barely recognize your own voice, feeling pathetic for feeling so vulnerable.

Bucky just looks at you. He's dumbfounded at you right now. How could you think that after everything, especially after what had just happened, that he would leave you. How he could ever let you go again.

And again, the question is just another painful reminder of how much he's hurt you.

"No, sweetheart. Just wanted to grab a shirt for you to sleep in." He gives you a soft smile, quenching the ache of your heart.

Once he sits you up and slips the large shirt over your frame, he slips back into his spot next to you under the duvet. Your legs immediately tangle with his, head on his shoulder and arm thrown across his torso.

"Never gonna let you go again, honey." He tells you, placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"Love you, James." You mumble in a half-asleep response into his chest, the words reverberating into his skin.

Bucky hopes you don't feel his heart racing, but replies with the same words that you hear before slipping into a deep slumber. And the last thing you hear before you slip under are the sweetest words to ever be spoken.

"I love you more, Y/N."

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