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stxrshxpxd · 7 months

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“that’s my girl!”

pairing: dr house x reader

word count: 746

warnings: none

prompt: house can’t stay focused on the case when something more interesting is distracting him, but reader knows how to put up a fight in the vicious bantering and flirting match that ensues

“His BP being through the roof has no connection with his other symptoms. None of it makes sense. There has to be more than one disease,” Chase sighed and stared at House who was leaned back in his chair. He was silently playing with a pen between his fingers and appeared to not be listening, but he was because his eyebrow twitched in response.

“We’re ignoring the obvious,” I said and turned my eyes back to the rest of the group, choosing to ignore House instead.

“Thank you, I didn’t want to be the one to point it out,” he spoke at last with a mock modesty and he quivered his lip shyly, making Foreman exhale a short chuckle at the other end of the table.

“His five family members have all separately attested to his dramatic change in personality the last three days. The problem’s in his brain,” I argued, ignoring House further but being painfully aware of the breath he was taking, preparing to interject again.

“Oh, no, the obvious thing is your blouse having one less button done up than normal,” he corrected matter-of-factly. “I believe Cuddy would think that’s a little inappropriate when you’re working with a twelve year old boy.”

I caught eye contact with him again as I let a deep sigh out, and he stared back at me with a tilted head and mock disapproval written on his face.

“You mean the one sitting next to me right now?” I questioned, giving in to his games. Playing along was usually the quickest way to steer the focus back to the case. House smirked back at me and Foreman spoke next.

“He just wants to imagine Cuddy will storm in here and do your blouse up herself because she can’t stand the idea of House being in the same room as any other woman’s pair of breasts.” He darted his eyes back at House. “Sorry, Cuddy doesn’t care.”

“Foreman, honestly, be professional! We have a dying boy to cure and you want to spend precious seconds talking about L/N’s breasts? Grow up!” House yelped in joking distress and disdain as he leaned over the table, forcing his side profile into my field of view.

“And I was imagining Cuddy unbuttoning your blouse by the way,” House whispered to me shortly. Behind his face I saw Chase give me a subtle look of sympathy.

“You two, go do an MRI on the poor kid’s brain!” House ordered loudly, shooing Chase and Foreman away.

“As for you,” House looked at me. “Mommy- Crap! I mean mommy- Ugh, Momm-“ He cut himself off repeatedly, searching for my name, and at last held his hand up to cover my cleavage from his eyeline.

“L/N,” he exhaled in relief finally. “Go get the parents’ consent for an LP. Bonus points if you do it my way.”

I rolled my eyes with a tired laugh and stood up. His way meant pressuring, lying, manipulating, and anything else in that general area of malpractice.

“Do you hand out bonus points to all of us?” I asked rhetorically and hugged the stack of the boy’s medical records against my chest.

“Only the pretty ones,” he responded and shook his head.

“Chase and me?” I suggested.

“Wilson’s on there too. Have you seen those doe eyes?” House gushed as he stood up and limped his way around the table. I laughed, shaking my head at his ridiculousness.

“You’re in the lead now,” he assured and waved his finger around in front of my cleavage.

“What’s the prize? An extra day away from you?” I joked viciously, tilting my chin up a tad since his tall body had come up close to me now. His intense stare fell heavy on my face.

“The opposite. A night with me.”

“Ohh! So that’s why you and Wilson always arrive together in the morning,” I said and nodded with a playful realisation in my eyes. House only smiled down at me, amused by my firing back at him.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go flirt with a dad so that I can stick a needle in his son’s spine,” I beamed back at him and pushed my chest out before turning my heel and heading for the door.

“That’s my girl! You’ll do just fine. I’ll go ahead and add some points to your score,” House called after me and I laughed and kept walking, rolling my eyes again.

#house #gregory house #house md #dr house #fic #imagine #house x reader

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lipglossanon · 10 months

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Dare

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subby stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, Leon being a little insecure about his mommy kink 👏, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, slight mention of lactation kink

not proofread ✌️

Title from Dare by Gorillaz

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Sitting on the couch, you’re surfing through random channels trying to find something to watch. You’ve been home alone all day and are pretty bored at this point.

After another hour of mind numbing TV, you finally hear someone coming through the front door. You’re pushing up off of the couch trying to look and see who it is only for Leon to come walking into the living room to flop down onto the couch next to you.

“Long day?”

He only mumbles an answer, finally straightening up to sit next to you.

“Why am I even on the track team? I hate running,” he groans, rubbing the heels of his palms against his eyes while his head rests on the back of the couch.

You smile to yourself and actually take in Leon’s track shorts (which were definitely short) and his faded white tee that’s practically glued to his skin it’s so small now.

“Cause you said you like track?” you answer, pushing back strands of his hair.

He blows out a breath and drops his hands to his side, turning his head to look at you, “Never let me lie to you like that again.”

This time you laugh at him, low and sweet making him grin at you.

“You’re such a dork,” fondness zips through your chest as you run your fingers through his hair again.

Leon suddenly raises up to grab you around the waist and bring you into his lap.

“You should baby me since I’ve had such a tough day,” he murmurs, blue eyes hooded, “cheer me up or something...”

“Or something,” you repeat with a laugh, “aww, my poor baby has had it so bad huh?”

“Yeah,” he brings you closer to him, widening this thick thighs so you can sit more firmly on his lap, “it’s been a long and tiring day.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” you coo at him, running your hands through his hair as you press a soft kiss into his jaw.

He sighs shakily as you continue to press kiss after kiss against his jaw, down to his neck and across his Adam’s apple. You nip the skin there before repeating the process to the opposite side. You continue to kiss across his jaw until you press a soft kiss at each corner of his lips making him whine when you pull away.

“Uh uh, relax pretty boy,” you kiss his bottom lip, “let me make you feel better.”

You rock down on his thickening cock, making him grip your hips tight with a groan.

“God—“

You bite your lip, already wet from when he pulled you into his lap. You shift back and forth as you work your shorts down your legs and toss them in the floor. Sitting back down on his legs, you grin at his hungry look when he stares at your panties. You pat his cheek and he flushes hard when he meets your eyes.

You giggle, “You’re being such a sweet boy for me, Leon.”

You rock against his bulge with another sigh. Then slide backwards towards his his knees to reach down into his running shorts. He moans breathily when you pull his hard cock out to stroke it lightly, pulling the foreskin down and teasing the fat, dripping tip.

“Even your cock is pretty, Leon,” you press a soft kiss into his neck as he whimpers.

“Want me to jerk you off, baby boy?”

“Please,” he blurts out quickly, “please, will you—I just, fuck!”

You pull your hand away to spit on his cock before going back to stroking his cock. Precum oozes over your fingers every time your hand moves down making a sticky mess. Quickening your pace, you feel his thighs tremble underneath you.

“F-fuck, fuck, so sensitive, momm—“

His mouth snaps shut as his eyes dart back up to you, anxiousness written all over his features. Your clit pulses with your heartbeat as slick continues to fill your panties.

“What was that, pretty boy?” you slow your hand down until you’re barely jerking him off.

He arches, chasing the feeling you’re denying him.

“N-no, please, I can’t,” tears shine in his big blue eyes, “it’s embarrassing.”

You pull your hands away from his cock and he keens. You shift up to straddle him better, soaked panties pressing down on his dick making him squeeze your hips with a moan.

You wrap your hands around the nape of his neck and tug him closer. Pressing a soft kiss to his red bitten lips, you grind down on him.

“Leon, I’ll never make fun of you for something like that, okay?” you kiss him softly again, “can’t you feel how wet you make me?”

“Yes, god yes,” he groans, eyes heatedly dragging down your body to see the outline of your cunt through your wet panties.

“Mommy,” he whispers in the space between you, eyes so wide and nervous, “mommy makes me feel so good.”

“Yeah?” you eagerly roll your hips down, “what do you want from mommy?”

A punched out groan leaves his chest as he kisses you hungrily, sloppily licking into your mouth.

“Wanna suck mommy’s tits,” he pants against your lips after the kiss, “wanna taste mommy’s pretty cunt and fuck her hard.”

You moan and grind against his cock, sticky panties clinging to both of you.

“Let’s go to my room, Leon,” you murmur against his lips.

“Can we—“ he pauses with a blush spreading across his cheekbones, “can we do it here?”

“Such a naughty boy,” you giggle making him blush harder, “you gonna split me open on that big cock where anyone can see?”

He whimpers and bucks up into you, “Yeah, yeah, please.”

“Please what?”

“Mommy,” his pupils dilate til there’s only a thing ring of blue, “pretty please mommy, I’ll be so good.”

“Since you’re asking so nicely I don’t see why not,” you whisper nipping his bottom lip, “such a sweet boy.”

You stroke his cock softly, teasingly, making him thrust up into your hand.

“Wanna be your sweet boy,” his eyes are hooded, cock leaking all over your fingers, “mommy’s good boy.”

You kiss him then. How could you not? He’s so soft and sweet under you, pretty lips just begging you for hot rough kisses. You kiss until there’s no breath left. You kiss until his lips are swollen and red.

Your hand also never lets up as you slowly jerk him off, precum wetting your fist making the glide nice and smooth. You rock your hips into his lap, slick dripping through your panties and down your thighs.

Once you pull away from him, he’s grabbing at your ass to pull you even closer.

“Mommy, can I suck on your tits? Pretty please?”

In reply, you pull your shirt off and his fingers are already pulling your bra down so your breasts spill out of the cups. His mouth eagerly latches on a nipple and he moans as he suckles at the hard bud.

“Leon,” you gasp, feeling his teeth nip and bite your nipple before soothing it with his hot tongue.

“Wanna drink mommy’s milk,” he presses the words into your skin as he swaps to the other breast, hungrily sucking your nipple.

Red hot arousal burns through your body at how into this Leon actually is. You let go of his cock and he whines. You shush him as you move your panties to the side and sit down on the tip of his dick, letting him slip the first few inches into your fluttering walls.

“God, mommy,” Leon’s head falls back to rest on the couch, eyes shut tight as his grip on your hips tightens til he’s hurting you making you grind down harder as pleasure zips through your body.

“So wet, so wet for me,” he whines pathetically, bucking his hips up into your pussy until you’re seated completely in his lap, dick buried deep inside your cunt.

“Aw is it too much for my little baby,” you coo, running your nails across his shoulders, “do you need to pull out?”

“No, no, no,” he quickly shakes his head before burying his face in your breasts, “s’not too much, mommy. Feels so good.”

“Maybe we should take it slow then,” you giggle at him followed up by a breathy sigh as he sucks at your hard nipples.

Leon’s arms move from your hips to wrap around your body, holding you up allowing him to piston his cock in and out of your soaked pussy.

“Slow down for me,” you murmur as your hands tighten on his shoulders.

He whines and moves over to suckle at your other nipple, ignoring you to grind his tip deep into your squelching cunt as he fucks you even harder.

“Oh fuck,” you moan, as Leon fucks into your pussy with deep hard thrusts, “you’re being such a bad boy, Leon.”

“Sorry,” he drools on your chest.

“Just can’t help it. Mommy’s so wet inside,” his hips stutter as his tip grinds against your cervix, “squeezing me so tight. Fuck, mommy’s pussy’s so good”

He mouths across your breasts latching on to a hard nipple, eyes glazed over as he humps into your cunt.

“Leon,” you gasp out a whispering laugh, “you’re so pussydrunk.”

He only whines in reply, rutting his cock into your fluttering walls as he swaps over to suckle your other nipple. Your buds feel swollen and sore from his mouth.

Your hands tangle in his hair and lightly tug, “And you’re eager.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, letting go of your hard bud with a pop, “wanna cum inside my mommy.”

You shiver and clench around his dick, “What a dirty boy.”

“No,” he whimpers, sloppily kissing your neck, “I’m your good boy, just wanna put a load deep inside mommy.”

“Fuck,” you moan, rocking your hips down to meet Leon’s, “you wanna cum inside me? Wanna cream mommy’s tight pussy?”

Leon whines pathetically and nods, repeatedly bullying his fat tip against your cervix making you cry out as he grinds against your g-spot.

“My baby boy’s being rough on mommy’s pussy,” your eyes flutter when Leon’s fingers slip between your bodies and start to circle and flick your swollen clit, “oh god, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah, fuck, cum for me mommy, wanna feel you squeeze down on my cock. Let me breed your perfect pussy like a good boy,” he’s rambling as he thrusts harder into your cunt, knocking the breath out of you, “mommy’s tight wet pussy is gonna cream all over me, fuck, want it want it so bad.”

“Leon, oh I’m so close,” you moan, a high keening whine caught in the back of your throat as your pussy walls flutter and pulse around his dick.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants into your neck, lips dragging against your sweaty skin, “can I breed you mommy? Can I stuff my load deep inside mommy’s pretty cunt?”

“Fuck, I’m—“

You bite into Leon’s broad shoulder to muffle the wail that escapes as you clamp down on his cock like a vice, climax shaking your body as you cum so hard you see fireworks.

“So good mommy,” Leon whispers, hips still pistoning into your soaked pussy, cunt throbbing as your orgasm keeps going and going.

“Cum in me, baby brother,” you nip the shell of his ear, “fill mommy up til she’s dripping with your cum.”

“Mommy, oh fuck,” a broken mewl leaves his lips as he buries his cock into your pussy, tip spurting hot sticky cum all inside your fluttering walls as they continue to milk his dick.

“Gonna breed you so good momma,” he slurs, sucking a mark into your neck as he slowly humps your cum filled hole.

Your nuzzle Leon’s jaw and give him a sloppy kiss as you catch your breath. Slumping into his chest, you laugh to yourself.

“That was pretty intense.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, petting your back, “wasn’t weird or anything right?”

You raise up and give Leon a sweet look, “Like I said earlier, you’re fine, people have kinks and that’s totally normal.”

His expression smooths out as he smiles shyly at you, “I just don’t want you to—“

“Ah ah,” you press your fingers to his lips, “only positive vibes post sex, Leon. Now snuggle me before we go get cleaned up.”

“Okay,” he grins at you, flushing as he pulls you into his chest again, “thank you.”

Sighing, you let him rub your back as you relax into his arms, “Don’t mention it.”

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th3-3d3n-g4rd3n · 15 days

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OK BUT i can’t get the idea of you and Nishinoya getting close for the first time and he accidentally call you mommy! He would shut his eyes trying not to cry out of embarrassment until he finds out that, you liked it. He would have never guessed someone like you would be into something so lewd!

I hope this helps with your writers block ^_^

I am HEARING YOU.

virgin! sub! Nishinoya x dom leaning! fem! reader

(aged up Noya)

cw: mommy kink (obviously), friends with benefits, riding, embarrassed Nishinoya, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), overstimulation, dacryphilia (if you squint)

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When you found out that Noya was still a virgin from a game of truth or dare, a lightbulb went off in your head. Obviously, you had to offer to take it (right?) and… he said yes.

So, that’s how you got here. Sat on the desperate boy’s lap, his hands pawing on your ass, his flustered face hiding in the crevice of your neck. You take notice of how reactive the boy is to your subtle grinds and playing with his hair, you hadn’t done much yet and he was red to the tips of his ears, small mewls escaping from his swollen lips.

“You’re so cute, Noya” you say. He coils further into you and starts to kiss your neck as a way to hide his growing moans. You stand up and start stripping, Noya taking his time to observe every curve of your body, ignoring how hot his cheeks felt, then taking the hint to take his clothes off too. Lets just say, you don't know where he was hiding that.

Slowly, you sink on to his dick and start to grind, slowly getting used to his size. His grip on your hips tightened and his head flew back at the feeling of your warm walls, mouth agape. He let out a string of erotic moans, you'd never heard anything like it.

"Feeling good, baby?" you ask him, a smug smirk on your face; he was adorable. He gently nodded at your question, even though it didn't need an answer since it was obvious.

His face winced and his nose scrunched as you started to bounce on his dick, slowly getting faster and faster. That was until you heard him say "S-slow down, please! I'm too close, Momm-"

You freeze in your tracks, "What did you say?" He paused and realised what he'd said, "Shit, I'm so sorry..." he spoke, hanging his head in shame. "Hey, look at me." You lift his chin up but his eyes remained lowered. "It's not a bad thing, Noya. I like it," you told him. His eyes shot up to meet yours, revealing his teary waterline and flushed cheeks. "Y-you do? I never thought that you'd be into something like that!" he borderline shouts out of shock.

"You never asked." You continue moving at a fast pace, catching him by surprise, letting out a pornstar whine. Soon after, you felt quick spurts of hot cum fill you up, "Cum already, baby? I'm not finished with you yet." and, you weren't so, you kept moving up and down on him.

He was squirming and writhing beneath you from overstimulation and the tears of embarrassment from before quickly started to fall being urged out by the mixture of pain and pleasure, "S-slow down, please! Mommy! It's too much! S-stop!" he whines, "do you actually want me to stop?" you question, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. He hangs his head down and shakes it no.

Quickly, you feel the warm, familiar knot in your stomach building up, "I'm gonna cum baby, come with me?" you ask, he nods his head, unable to confirm verbally due to the never-ending string of moans coming out of his mouth instead.

You eventually feel the knot release, the tightning of your walls coaxing him to the finish line as well. You feel his grip on your hips tighten impossibly, definitely leaving a bruise tomorrow but, that was unimportant. You feel his body relax below you, you relaxing with him.

"Shit, we need to do that again."

#nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #nishinoya x reader #haikyuu nishinoya #haikyuu #sub character #sub x reader #sub nishinoya #sub haikyuu

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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Stray ❝part three❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: A glimpse into your past is shown. You and Bucky seem to be getting a little closer, maybe even starting to trust each other.

♡ Warnings: angst, hints to imprisonment, child abuse, injuries, fluff, dark themes

Italics are flashbacks

Part 4

You watched as the spider spun its web, creating the intricate design in the corner of the ceiling. The silk strings connected into a final product of beauty, something you’d grown to appreciate in this time of isolation.

You didn’t like it down here. It was cold, smelling rancid of something rotting. The worst of it all, was that the only lighting was a tiny flickering candle, sitting a top a wooden chair near the door. The rest of the room was blanketed in a thick gloom, leaving much to your imagination to create unsettling figures to creep in the corners of confinement.

You didn’t believe you deserved to be trapped down here. You had simply asked a question to your unbalanced Mother, wondering why there was crimson staining the front porch. As innocent as the question seemed, it had made Mother angry.

Her eyes were red with rage, her chest heaving like a rabid animal. Her grip on your scalp was excruciating as she dragged you by your hair to the basement stairs. You cried and begged for her to stop until you were thrown down the flight, silencing your wails as your ears rung, your body throbbing in pain. You didn’t have time to prepare for her returning grip on your scalp, as she dragged you into your current room. She carelessly threw you into the space, your body landing on the concrete with a loud thud.

The slam of the door alerted you that you were alone, leaving you in the small space, accompanied only by your sobs and whimpers for someone to help. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it never failed to confuse you. You just didn’t understand what you were doing wrong.

Snapping out of the memory of only hours ago, you focused back on the spider spinning it’s web, and wondered if the spider had another way out of this room, or if it was trapped… Like you.

The door swung open, causing you to flinch back into the wall, squinting your eyes as they became accustomed to the brightness of the light. Your vision cleared to see your Mother standing menacingly in the doorway, a leather whip dangling from her left palm.

Immediately, you knew what was to come. But it had been awhile since you last received punishment, and your old slashes had only fully healed days ago.

“Mommy please don’t!” You cried, watching your Mothers lip twitch.

“Take your dress off.” She spat, causing your breathing to come in quicker.

“Momm—”

“Turn around. Hands against the wall.” She commanded, her voice dripping venom.

“Please Mommy— I’m sorry!” You sobbed, your wails echoing against the stone.

“Take. Your dress. Off.” She shot out, each word more aggressive than the last. You could barely hear her over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

You shook your head, weeping in pure terror of what was to come.

“Don’t make me get your Father.” She threatened, causing your pupils to blow out in horror, your heartbeat thundering.

You shook your head weakly, not wanting to accept defeat, but your fear drove you to slide the dress down your shaking frame, exposed and humiliated standing before your Mother.

“Now turn around. Hands against the wall.” She spoke coldly, then suddenly switching her demeanor to a sweet gentle voice, “I love you… But you still need to learn.”

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Your eyes flung open, your breathing erratic as you took in the water damaged ceiling. It hadn’t come as a shock to you when your sleep was interrupted by a memory. You sat up, shivering from the air hitting you clammy skin. Your sheets and blankets were soaked with sweat, your pillow slightly damp from tears. With a sniffle, you glanced over to the clock.

3:51 AM

Huffing in annoyance that you couldn’t sleep through the night, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, deciding that you would rather start your day early, than possibly fall back into the void of torturous memories.

Meanwhile Bucky downstairs hadn’t even attempted sleep, knowing it wouldn’t come. He’d rather stare into the wall, letting himself get lost in thought. Picking through flashes of memories that would come rushing through his head. He was sat on the floor, letting his back lean against the couch. His mind convinced him he didn’t deserve something so soft, though he didn’t think he could even find comfort in the softness when he had grown so used to sleeping on practically nothing.

Instead of suffering through horrid memories, he let his mind wander to you. He couldn’t comprehend why he would let his guard down around you, but you held a safe, comforting aura, that made it hard to stop himself. He really wanted to trust you, and even more so— He didn’t want to leave.

He found your kindness and sweet demeanor infectious, sparking urges inside of him that he didn’t know he still had. His mind was overwhelmed with your kind gestures, it almost made him want to smile. Almost.

Although, he could see easily that behind your tenderness, was something darker. You were doing a poor job at hiding it, but he didn’t seem to be in a place to judge. Besides, everyone has their demons.

Meanwhile, you discovered that the power had come back on at some point during your restless slumber. You forced yourself to look more presentable, smoothing down your hair, and slipping on a new dress.

Yesterday you had on a white dress, light ruffles at the ends. Although, by the end of the day, the dress wasn’t the pristine white it had been. Dirt and walks around the fields had dirtied the dress. Now you wore a white blouse, with a baby blue thin strapped dress overtop. Your feet were wrapped in white lace ruffle socks, this pair clean versus the ones you wore yesterday.

Some might agree that your sock collection was far too excessive, but what people didn’t know, was that you were never given a pair of shoes. Your parents figured you’d never need to leave the house, and they didn’t mind you walking around in your socks, even through the flower fields.

You made your way down the stairs, heading towards Bucky. Taking note that he sat awake against the couch. You frowned at the thought that he didn’t sleep on the couch, you wondered if it wasn’t comfortable enough.

“Good morning Bucky.” You announced. He turned and met your gaze, his expression glum. “You’re up early.”

All you received was a slow nod.

Although, he’d wanted to ask what you were doing up so early, the sun hadn’t risen yet.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked him, walking further into the room.

He wasn’t sure why he felt he needed to lie, but a part of him didn’t want to see you upset. After all you’d done for him.

He nodded, not trusting his voice to make the lie convincing enough.

You didn’t mind that he was quiet, you found his presence calming. Although he had a kind voice, from what you had heard little from yesterday.

“Okay well, I’m going to make some breakfast. I know it’s early but…I’ll let you know when it’s done.” You told him, nodding when he didn’t make a move to respond.

You made it a couple steps when his voice halted you in your spot.

“(Y/n)?” He called out, his voice gentle.

You turned and met his hesitant eyes.

“Yes?”

“Could you… Could you um…” He trailed off, “M-my… I uh…”

You quickly realized what he was trying to ask, and you felt relieved that he trusted you enough to help him with his arm finally. You had felt terrible watching him wince in pain every now and then.

“Yes of course.” You told him, walking over to the couch slowly, taking a seat.

Bucky lifted himself off the ground and sat down next to you, his arm cradled to his stomach. Why he felt comfortable enough for you to help him with something so vulnerable? He didn't know.

You could tell he was anxious, he was swallowing nervously, his eyes darting around the room, seeking to focus on anything but you.

“What happened to your arm?” You asked, trying to calm him down before you even attempted to touch him.

“It’s uh… It’s my shoulder. It’s dislocated.” He corrected, his eyes focused on the floor, ignoring your question.

“Oh. Okay um, I know what to do. I just need to set it back in place. Okay?” You told him, waiting patiently for his approval.

His brows furrowed. You knew how to set a dislocated shoulder?

“I’m going to touch you now okay? I’m going to grab your wrist. Is that alright?” You told him carefully, waiting for his consent.

While he was confused, he was also very appreciative that you respected him. You were patient like no one had ever been towards him before, and it was a foreign feeling, but one he welcomed.

He nodded, letting you know he was ready.

You kept your movements slow and steady, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, ignoring the heated sensation from the contact. He flinched slightly at your touch, and you stopped your movements.

“You okay?” You asked him, worry evident in your tone.

He took a deep breath, gathering himself before nodding for you to continue.

You wrapped your whole hand around his wrist now, debating whether you should count down or…

With a hard pull of his arm forward and straight, the ball of his arm bone connected back to his shoulder socket with a dull pop. Bucky grimaced in pain, but otherwise held no larger reaction. Releasing his wrist, you folded your hands in your lap.

Bucky could already feel himself healing slowly, the movement in his arm easier, less painful. He tried to ignore the buzzing sensation your touch left on his skin, he assumed it was from lack of gentle touch he’s had in over 70 years.

He glanced up and met your gentle gaze, forcing a small smile in appreciation.

“Thank you.” He whispered to you, watching your face brighten.

“No need. Happy to help.” You told him, standing up and heading towards the kitchen.

“(Y/n)?” His voice called to you, causing you to turn and meet his eyes again.

“Bucky?” You teased back.

“Thank you for everything.” He repeated, and you waved him off about to tell him not to worry.

“Seriously, you don’t have t—”

“No, you didn’t have to help me. You shouldn’t of… But you did. So… thank you.” He trailed off, the crease in between his brows back.

His words were a bit confusing to you, and you weren’t going to pry, but he was already so mysterious, his words were too vague for your liking.

“What do you mean I shouldn’t of helped you?”

Bucky’s face paled slightly, his breathing heavy. He figured there’d be no harm in telling you, and he absolutely didn’t have to tell you— But he wanted to.

“I’ve done bad things.” He confessed in a whisper, and you walked closer and sat back down on the couch so you could hear him.

“Bad things..?” You asked him hesitantly.

“I’m…” He hesitated, “I’m a monster.”

Your skin erupted in goosebumps at the way he said it, but you were having a hard time believing this skittish man was anything like a monster.

“Why... Why would you say that about yourself? Everyone has done bad things, but it doesn’t define you. You are who you wanna be.” You told him, wondering why you couldn’t believe your own words for yourself. “Do you wanna be a monster?”

“No.” He answered quickly, voice wavering.

“Then you aren’t a monster.”

“I am,” He argued, “If you knew everything I’ve done… You’d see me as a monster too.”

His words should’ve been alarming to you, but they had you thinking of how you viewed yourself. You were the monster.

“You don’t seem like a monster to me.” You whispered, your eyes holding his, understanding his dilemma.

“Trust me… I am.” He finished, tears gathered in his eyes. He looked away from your intense gaze, focusing on the feeling of the blanket.

“You haven’t hurt me in anyway, you’ve done nothing that would label you as a monster. You… You aren’t gonna hurt me right?”

Bucky winced from the question, knowing you were just trying to prove a point, but it still hurt to hear you say.

“Never.”

“Okay then,” You stood up, wiping your clammy hands down your dress, “I’m gonna go make breakfast.”

Without giving him a chance to say anything more, you left the room quickly, busying yourself in the kitchen.

Bucky was left deep in thought, wondering why you were so nonchalant about everything he’d said. Yes, he was trying to scare you, make you disgusted by him. That way when he had to leave, it’d be easier. But you had reacted so differently than he was expecting, and your understanding and softness had him speechless.

You truly were his guardian angel.

A/N: let me know what you think🤍 i love and appreciate the feedback 🥰

TAGLIST: @buckybarnesandmarvel @viperchick47 @hunitweet @vixi-3303 @mirtaqueen @buckyb-stan @happinessinthebeing

#reader insert #light angst #fluff #buckybarnes #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagines #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky angst #bucky fic #james buchanan barnes #bucky x female reader #bucky imagine #winter soldier #bucky barnes fic

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certifiednatelover · 1 month

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sub!Kurt Cobain Headcannons!

WARNINGS: NSFW. if you are a minor or are not comfortable with this topic DNI

any disrespectful comments to me or my followers/readers will be BLOCKED!

No proofread!

requested? yes, by anon💫

Sub!kurt loves making love to you when your high from weed or heroin. He'll offer some to you because he knows that you turn into a Dom when you're high on weed/heroin

Sub!kurt will whine and whine and whine. You'd have to cover his mouth up to prevent him from waking up krist or dave.

*whines*

"shh we don't want krist and dave finding out that your a slut for me right?"

Sub!kurt LOVES getting degraded by you. he gets turned on as soon as you call him your little play thing or his little slut

"i can't believe you already came and I didn't even touch you, you little slut"

"I-Im sorry I can't help myself when I'm around you.."

Sub!kurt has a HUGE mommy+breeding kink. ARGUE.WITH.A.WALL-

"can I please come inside you momm-"

"wait what did you just call me-"

Sub!kurt will be clingy ASF after. he'll pamper you with kisses and expects you to do the same

Sub!kurt LOVES after care. he loves when you ask him if he's feeling ok and he always wants you to feel ok as well

"hey sweetheart you ok?"

"blud didnt i just make you come like 5 time-"

comment "taglist" if you wanna be on the taglist!

Yours truly, R.A.Y.Č.E.K☆🍓𖦹🍒𖦹☆

taglist:@bazooka-cazooka (lets go one person🗣)

#kurt cobain #kurt cobain sub #kurt cobain fan fic #kurt cobain x reader #Sub!kurt #nirvana #dave grohl #kurt cobain dom #90's

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demxnicprxncess · 1 year

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“Please?” Tate Langdon x FEM! Reader

warnings: Clingy, Mommy kink, bottom Tate, Dom Fem., Oral (Both), begging

“Babe” I looked over at the boy laying on my bed with a smile. “Yes Tate?” he whined and sprawled out on the bed like a cat, “I want you...” I eyed him suspiciously, “why?” He rolled his eyes at me and huffed out a whine again before mumbling nevermind. I chuckled and turned back around to finish putting my jewelry up only to be stopped by a whiny moan. I turn around and look at the blonde laying on my bed grinding into it ever so softly. “M-mommy, I need you. Please?” I stopped and sat by him on the bed resting my hand on his back. “You know you could’ve asked babyboy” He whimpered out a few noises and then replied, “I did, but you asked why.” I smiled, “I’m sorry my little prince.” His hips had completely stopped by now making me frown. “Keep going.” He shook his head no and moved over to his head laid on my thighs, one of his hands pawing on my breast like a cat to a blanket. “Mommy, I need YOU to touch me.” His lips forming a gentle pout making me coo at his absolute cuteness. One of my hands played with his hair massaging his scalp, while the other traveled down his boy slightly playing with his nipple before going down to the waistband of his jeans. “My needy, cute, babyboy.” My hand still stuck between his little curls as I leaned down and kissed his lips, working to undo his pants and then removing them for him. I pulled away from the kiss and laid my hand over his dick and started slightly caressing him drawing soft moans from his parted lips. “Mommy I want you on me, please” I smiled and let go of him so he could move to lay down. Whilst he busied himself with getting comfortable and naked, I slid off my shirt and pants, I had the tendency to not wear bras when at home, so I was in only my black panties. “M-momma you look so good, please just touch me” I was reminded of the scenery as he moaned at for me making grabby hands. I know just how he is; he didn’t want sex. No, he wanted me to make love to him, treat him gentle and hold him, and that exactly what I am going to do. I laid by him before rolling onto him, his very prominent hard on pushing against my clothed pussy. “Momm-” I cut him off pressing my lips into his in a very loving and passionate way, my hands trailing his to hold them above his head, interlacing them. I pulled back, only one hand moving to strip myself of my underwear before grabbing his hard dick lining him up at my dripping hole. “Are you ready love” He quickly nodded, I loved him so much and loved always making sure I was doing everything right for my sweet babyboy. I slid myself down on him before capturing him in another loving kiss, moving myself above him gently. “Momma” his moans filled my ears as I let go of his restrained arms, allowing them to wrap against me, holding me close to him. His thrust meeting my bounces as he buries his face into my neck. “Momma ‘m gonna-” I place another kiss on his lips, “Go ahead Tate, fill mommy up.” He whimpers and shoots his seed into me, painting my insides white while I clenched around him allowing my own orgasm to soak his dick. “I love you (name)” I smiled at his half-awake confession, kissing his forehead. “I love you too Tater-Tot”

Taglist: @yes-divine-ruler, @ppawmpkin

this was for the needy tate request next ill do toxic kai, shuri and the others dw guys imma get them done!

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elryuse · 11 months

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Yandere mommy yoona x sub malereader

Mother

"Y/n wake up or you'll be late for school".

"Hang on a sec mom... 5 more minutes".

"It's fricking late... Now you get your ass down here... Or mommy will fucking spank your ass".

"Okay okay jeez... Why so angry".

"Hurry up and eat your breakfast".

"Ok".

"So how's the food".

"Good like always".

"Hahah mommy's glad that you enjoyed it so much... And mommy didn't mean to yell at you. But you know mommy's doing her best for you".

"Y-yeah you're right I'm sorry mom".

"Ahahha it's okay... Now hurry up let's go".

*Timeskip*

"Can't you see that I don't love you anymore Yoona... I like Taeyeon better than you... Gosh I hate this family so much".

"How could you say that. I've tried my best for this family. I've tried to love you even though you treated me like trash. I just couldn't understand how could you be so careless and don't give a fuck about me and our kid".

"Look Yoona. I'm done. I'm sick and tired. I never loved you, you know that. It's our parents that made this deal. Not me".

"So you're just gonna leave me and Y/n all behind"?

"Yes. I never truly accept him as my own anyway. He doesn't even look at me at a-".

*slap*

"Leave. Leave and don't you ever come back you piece of shit".

"Ahahha with pleasure".

*sobs*

"Don't ever come back".

"M-mom"?

"Y-y/n.. oh no".

"What happened".

"Nothing happened dear don't worry".

"I know you're lying Mom. It's Dad isn't it... ".

".... Y-yeah".

"It's okay mom... We don't need him. We'll survive this shit together.. I'm here for you okay... ".

"T-thank you so much Y/n...mommy is so lucky to have you".

*Timeskip*

"Mom I'm heading out".

"Again"?

"It won't be long Mom don't worry".

"But why can't you stay instead... Mommy can tell the manager to buy us somethinhg".

"Oh I'm not going to buy groceries mom. I'm seeing someone".

"H-huh... Who are you going to see"??

"I-its my old friend... Minju".

"Y/n I don't want you to meet her".

"H-huh but why... I really missed her".

"Absolutely not. You're gonna stay here.. And be a good boy".

"Momm stop I'm not a little kid anymore. Besides. I'm 23 I want to find a girlfriend okay".

"You don't need girlfriend Y/n.. when you have me".

"W-what".

"Mommy wants you... So please. Stay. Don't make mommy hurt you".

"Huh.. Mom we can't do this. You're my fucking mother".

"Still... I only loved you... And I'll make sure you do the same thing for me".

"No please stop... Aghhh".

"Cmon dear is that all you got... You can't fuck this pussy harder"?

"Mom please stop let me cum.. It hurts".

"Ahahaha... You'll need to do better than that... You know you want to breed me right... Breed this fucking pussy... Make sure you put a baby inside this womb.. ".

"Agh... Please... Aghj.. I'm Cummingg.. ".

"Let it all out.. Let it all out... Mommy wants it... Aghh yes.... Cmon..."

"I'm cumming".

"YESSSS.... ".

In the end Yoona or your mother became your wife. She was very happy when she knows she got you in her grasp. Especially when you feared her in bed, she was like a wild animal torturing you in every single way possible. To make you stay, and take responsibility. Now you can only beg her to help you cum and release you're stress.

#obey me smut #smut #kpop #snsd #girls generation yoona #sexy content #x male reader #kpop x reader

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