OMGO - Post Credit Scene

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Length: 2,400 exactly Warnings: none

SIX MONTHS LATER

“That is not - You’re a damn liar, Bucky Barnes - and then he -.” You were laughing so hard you were wheezing, bracing yourself against the counter with a handful of raw, ground beef. Laughter had interrupted you in the middle of forming burger patties, and you were unable to wipe away the tears that were streaming down your cheeks.

“That’s exactly how it happened!” Bucky swung the fridge open, grabbed a couple of beers, and handed one to Sam. They popped the bottle tops in unison, the fizzing sound getting lost behind your laughter. Bucky and Sam were smiling, laughing more at you than the story - which you found hilarious

“You were standing there - oh my god, I’m crying - ok, Sam, so he’s standing there in front of the half-painted wall at the art gallery, head cocked to the side like a confused cocker spaniel, just starin’ at this wall -” you were gasping for breath, laughing so hard that you had trouble getting the words out. You certainly weren’t able to shape the ground beef into hamburger round. -” and when I came back from the bathroom, he’s still standing there in front of this WET PAINT sign on the wall. And he goes, ‘I don’t get modern art.’” You dropped your voice and did your best Bucky impression. “It wasn’t an exhibit. They were painting the god damn wall, and he thought -” you collapsed into laughter again, the sound contagious and causing Sam to join in with you. Bucky finally caved and smiled, able to see the humor in the misunderstanding.

“Everyone’s a critic.” Bucky rolled his eyes and took a swig from his bottle. “You know, in my defense, when I used to go to art galleries - “

Sam cut him off. “What, it was drawings on the inside of cave walls?” He smacked Bucky across the chest with the back of his hand, and the two started bickering back and forth, each digging into their memories of each other to pull out the most embarrassing ones they could find.

As you caught your breath, you stood back up and shrugged your shoulders to wipe your eyes. You’d been trying to convince Bucky to get out more and explore the town with you. He’d adamantly disagreed, but you had managed to bully him into indulging you, pulling him out of the house, and breaking his humdrum routine with little more than a well-timed smile and a tender squeeze of the hand. The more adventures you’d convinced him to go on, the more he was willing to join you on, and you’d finally convinced him to explore the hoity-toity gallery with the brass doors. You had a feeling the visit was going to be the first and last time he ever went, but you considered the day an absolute success. You’d held onto the story for almost an entire week, waiting for Sunday Family Movie Night to tell Sam.

Laughter contained, you nudged Alpine out of the way and chastised her for continuing to climb on the counter when she knew she wasn’t allowed. Beside you, Sam and Bucky continued their storytelling, which had since devolved into each of them claiming the other was misremembering things. Sam’s voice carried through the house even as the two men headed outside to the backyard.

“Silly kitty, no hamburgers for you.” Working around the fluffy white cat, you shaped the meat into patties and shooed the feline away again before turning your back on her to wash your hands and deliver the platter of raw burgers outside to the boys.

Sam and Bucky were standing in front of Bucky’s new grill, dorking out over the features that Bucky had been blown away by. It had taken them a few hours to assemble the metal beast, during which Sam had heard enough about BTUs and infinity ignitions and propane that he’d threatened to start calling Bucky Hank Hill. Now that the monstrosity was put together, they were ready for Hank Grill’s inaugural cook. Yes, they named the grill.

“You know, it’s not fair. If you get a grill, I should get a pool.” Since summer had hit, you’d been practically begging Bucky to consider a pool for the backyard, but he wasn’t convinced. He was never convinced. Getting him to commit to anything was still like pulling teeth. It had taken him almost two months to decide on which grill to get, and making the decision to get a pool was astronomically more complex than choosing between Weber or Napoleon.

“You already have a pool.” Refusing to engage in the same silly spat that you two had been having for weeks now, Bucky plopped the burgers down onto the grill. Sizzles sounded all around, growing in volume and drowning out any conversation. When he was done placing them all down, he handed you back the empty platter and pointed across the back lawn with his spatula.

“What the hell, Bucky. That isn’t a pool. That’s not even a bathtub. That’s a birdbath.” Sam came to your defense, coming over and draping his arm over your shoulders in solidarity.

He was right. Your “pool” was the same classic, shallow, plastic baby pool that every mega-mart sold each summer. You’d been lucky enough to find a pink one with cartoon crabs and starfish on it, and while it was adorable, it did not do the job.

“Sure it is. It’s a pool.”

“For babies!” Sam argued.

“Yeah, not only can I not lie down in it - it doesn’t even cover my boobies when I try to. My legs hang out the side, and I gotta dump it all the time so skeeters don't start breeding it.” Even though the humid heat of Lousianna was hard to endure, doing so while being attacked by mosquitos was even tougher.

“Yeah, think of her boobies, Barnes.”

Sighing with the spatula still in hand, Bucky threatened Sam if he said the word boobies again.

You elbowed Sam in the side while Bucky glared at him. “You’re trying to get him riled up, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes at Sam, and he winked at you.

“When he lets you get shot next mission, this is why,” you warned Sam before heading back inside into the cool air.

In the kitchen, you washed the platter and dried it off so it was ready for the burgers when they were done cooking. Alpine chased you around as you maneuvered around the kitchen, stepping in between your legs and rubbing against your ankles. “Get a cat, Bucky said. It will be fun, Bucky said.” You tripped over your own feet to avoid running into the kitten and caught yourself against the fridge.

“Come here, ya little shit.” Scooping the ball of fluff up, you draped her over your shoulders like a fur stole with her front and back paws on either side of your neck. Alpine rode along with you while you opened the fridge and pulled out the fixings for the burgers along with the sides of coleslaw and potato salad. After a quick thought, you grabbed another round of beers for Bucky and Sam and added them to the things on the counter.

All that was missing was the buns. Of course, someone always managed to forget something on the grocery list, and you were just glad that you had caught the oversight while there was still time to put in a grocery delivery order. Waiting with your hands on your hips, you looked over at the clock on the microwave before pulling your phone out of your back pocket and checking on the delivery status. Right on cue, the doorbell rang as the app chirped at the groceries arrival, and you sent Alpine off to play before going to the door.

Even though you set her down, the ball of fluff followed you over to the door, running in between your legs, butting up against your ankles, trying to convince you to pick her back up, or else she would continue to try to trip you up.

“Geeze, fine. Lemme get the groceries first.” Toeing her out of your way gently, you snuck the front door open to grab the bags that had been set on the other side. Gathering them, you smiled as the welcome mat you’d picked out was revealed. It wasn’t anything special - just a natural fiber doormat with the phrase “No Shoes, Pants Optional” scrawled across it in a curvy, flourished font.

You smiled at the memory. When you had brought the doormat home, unfurling it in the kitchen, proudly showing it off to Bucky as he poured a cup of coffee, he immediately stopped what he was doing and charged you. The house had been filled with your squeals and his taunts as he chased you around the island until he jumped over it to catch you, pulling you down to the floor with his arms around your waist, demanding you follow the new house rule and lose the pants.

The two of you had laughed through sex on the kitchen floor, and eventually, you had convinced him to stick the new welcome mat outside. He was not as amused the next time Sam came over for movie night and immediately went to remove his pants.

Alpine’s needy mews followed you into the kitchen, and she jumped back onto the counter as you unpacked groceries, and you gave up trying to keep her off the counters. Working around her, you put the groceries away and collected the bags. You were ready to ball them up and shove them inside the bag full of bags in the pantry when you felt something crumple inside. Unballing it, you dumped it out onto the counter and watched as a plain, white envelope fluttered onto the table.

Not thinking much of it, you put the bags away before picking it back up. Bending down and leaning against the island on your elbows, you flipped it over looking for addressee information or any other clue as to what it was about, but it was blank both front and back. Hoping for coupons or some other promotional mail from the store, you tore the envelope open and found that didn’t seem to be the case.

Your brow furrowed as you pulled out a sheet of computer paper that had been folded precisely into thirds, with thin, sharp edges pressed into the seams. Doing the same as you had with the envelope, you turned the paper over once or twice before unfolding it. As you flipped up the top flap, a feeling of apprehension had your stomach dropping into your toes, and that feeling was confirmed as the bottom third fell open and revealed the message, written neatly in the middle of the page. All at once, your mouth went dry while your spit turned to battery acid on your tongue.

Your eyes traced over the words. The letter consisted of six words. Six words were all it took for foreboding, anger, and then worry for Bucky to wash over you. Reading the missive a few times over, you felt the letter fall from your fingers as you registered Bucky’s voice calling you from outside.

“Hey, doll, what’s takin’ so long?” He was inside the house now, and you could hear him making his way to the kitchen from the back door. “We need the platter.” He beamed at you as he came into the room, stopping to give your temple a kiss before going round to the sink and grabbing the freshly washed platter from the drying rack.

“Buns come?” He acted like he was going to smack yours with the plastic tray, and you held your finger up at him in warning. He paused in mid-air but lowered his weapon.

“Yeah, they came, but - “

-”Everything ready?” Bucky opened the glass jar of pickle slices and fished one out with his fingers.

“Yeah, but -”

Bucky interrupted you again. “It’s incredible we didn’t think to cut the pickles lengthwise back then.” He slurped down another pickle and crunched his way through his sentence, speaking with his mouth full.

Realizing you weren’t going to get a word in edgewise, you pulled the jar of pickles away from him and held the note in front of him.

“What’s this?” Bucky wiped his fingers on the back of his jeans before he took the paper, shaking it open to read the penmanship written in pencil.

Immediately, his brows furrowed, and he looked between you and the letter.

“It showed up with the groceries. No one was there. It was in the bottom of a bag.” You told him everything you knew while scooping Alpine up to your chest. She began purring immediately, and you automatically began scratching the spot between her eyes that made them flutter close and her body go loose.

Bucky looked at you intently, and his tongue ran along his bottom lip. You could see the gears in his mind working. They were connecting dots that he didn’t think would ever be linked together again, and his face was a mix of disbelief and anger and excitement. Whatever emotions he was feeling, he was caught up in them, unmoving.

“Here.” You handed the cat over to Bucky, who cradled her in his vibranium arm and went to take the platter from him. “I’m going to go get some burgers and get Sam.”

“No, it’s fine. I got it.” Bucky shifted Alpine back over to you and tossed the letter onto the counter dismissively. “I don’t have anything to say to him anyway.” Taking the platter back from you, he tucked it under his arm while he pulled another long pickle slice from the jar and folded it into his mouth. “Burgers’ll be up in a sec. Go ahead and cut the tomatoes and onions?”

You nodded, intent on his reaction.

“Thanks, doll.” He pressed a vinegary kiss to the side of your mouth and squeezed your side before heading back outside, leaving the letter on the counter.

Even while grabbing a cutting board and cutting thick slices of juicy beefsteak tomatoes and thin slivers of red onion, you eyed the letter, still wondering how so few words could have such an impact.

Buck,

We need to talk.

-Steve

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Sweet Tooth 》 Chris Evans x Reader

a/n: uh oh, here goes the smut haaaaa

summary: You and Chris have a sweet tooth...

warnings: 18+, smut, oral male receiving, fingering, mature language

The sweet tooth you both had in your current state was beginning to consume each of you. You glanced at the fridge, Chris’ eyes zeroing in on the pantry door. Stealing a glance at the other, you licked your lips; desperately craving it. You could see the look that came across Chris’ face, that he was also craving something, but he hadn’t quite specified.

“Ice cream?” He asked although his eyes were still settled on the pantry door.

“Fruit?” You counteracted, your item of choice being on the colder side, but it definitely wasn’t fruit.

Dodger was lying on the floor, watching as the two of you had a stare-off with the fridge and pantry before you both bolted out of your seats. Chris raced into the pantry while you jerked open the refrigerator door, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth.

When you grabbed the fresh can of whipped cream, you saw Chris walking out of the pantry with the chocolate syrup.

“Whipped cream?” He nodded his head to the can settled in your grasp.

You scoffed.

“Chocolate syrup?” You retorted. Chris looked down at the fresh bottle, the plastic still encasing the closed nozzle.

Suddenly, both of your eyes lit up with a new idea.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Chris asked you and you grinned.

“Does it involve making a mess?” You wiggled your eyebrows.

Without even agreeing, you knew it was his exact thoughts by the way he clambered up the stairs, rushing to follow in behind him.

You each made it into your shared bedroom. Chris already began tearing off his shirt while you unfastened the button to your shorts, urgently pushing them down before you discarded your shirt into the pile where Chris’ clothes were. You marveled at the sight of his body, his toned exterior, already licking your lips at the thought of licking whipped cream off of those abs.

You hurried to close the bedroom door as Chris started yanking the fresh sheets off of the bed, he knew how messy you two could get. You giggled wildly as you rushed to grab a hair tie and pull your hair back. By the time you two were finished, Chris was in nothing but his boxers, you wearing a matching bra and panty set.

“Who goes first?” You asked.

Chris laid his palm flat before forming a fist and settling it on the top of his hand, making your mouth open slightly.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” You asked your husband with a hand on your hip. “What are we? Five?”

Chris glared at you momentarily but smiled once you replicated his hand placement.

“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” You both said in unison, Chris throwing rock as you threw out paper, making you scream for victory. You heard him groan. “And I wanted to lick chocolate syrup off your ass, first!” He whined, but you giggled immensely.

“Lay back, pretty boy.” You winked, placing your hand on his rock-hard chest, tossing him back.

Grabbing the can of whipped cream off of the bedside table, you shook it up and removed the top, throwing some back into your mouth, not forgetting to release a moan as Chris’ blue eyes marveled at the sight of you.

Giggling, you placed the tip of the can at his mouth to which he gladly opened, allowing you to squeeze some into his mouth, making him smile at you.

Trailing a line of whipped cream from the middle of his pecs, down his abs, leaving some at the hem of his boxers, you licked your lips in utter excitement. This would definitely be the cure to your sweet tooth. Using a skilled mix of your lips and tongue, you first dragged your tongue across his neck as you placed sweet kisses, earning a groan of delight from Chris’ mouth as you slowly moved further down.

Your tongue lapped across each of his pecs, using your teeth to gently graze his skin and leave it red where his tattoos were. You smirked to yourself when your eyes glanced up to see Chris’ oceanic orbs rolling. Smiling in pure delight, you slicked your tongue down the middle of his pecs, lapping up the whipped cream into your mouth as you moaned at the taste, the coolness feeling so good on your tongue.

“Oh, Chris,” You moaned aloud, causing him to reach behind his head and grip the headboard, his biceps flexing.

“Fuck, babe,” Chris hissed under his breath as you circled across his abs, your tongue swirling as you licked up each bit of the cream, continuing to moan ever so gently, just enough to make Chris go crazy beneath you. Your eyes watched him. He turned his head down to eye you as he saw you beginning to hook your fingers underneath the hem of his boxers.

Sliding them down his legs, you felt that all too familiar heartbeat pulse in your core at the sight of Chris’ long, hard, thick… You closed your eyes imagining what he could be doing to you right now; more so what you were going to do to him.

Taking the can of whipped cream, Chris saw that little glint in your eyes, the one you managed to create when you were excited. He noticed the dilation of your pupils as you looked up at him, sucking your bottom lip in as you anticipated your next move.

“Are you?” Chris asked when he saw you finish shaking the can. “Are you actually about to” - Just as he was getting the words out, he heard the spraying of the can. You placed a line of whipped cream along the length of him, grinning as though you were a child in a candy store. Chris’ body jumped underneath you, the coldness of the pasteurized contents settling on his most sensitive area.

“Babe!” Chris called out to you as you nestled your mouth over his member, licking up the whipped cream. You saw from the corner of your eye his head falling back against the pillows as his hand that was still gripping the headboard tightened, a moan of pleasure escaping from his mouth as you sucked along him in the utmost perfect way. Placing your hand around his shaft, you jerked him off, noting the obvious pre-cum beginning to seep from his tip, making you a wild woman.

As one hand pumped, you sprayed a touch of whipped cream along his tip, before taking him into your mouth, earning a string of curse words to fall from his mouth.

“Shit!” He cried out as his hips bucked against you. “Oh, baby, yes, fuck you’re such a good girl,” Chris moaned, making you only go faster and a touch harder as you could feel him nearly on the verge of collapse. You moaned around him, the vibrations of the hum sending shockwaves through Chris’ body as he cried out for you. Before long, you spluttered as you let the tip touch the back of your throat, the obvious sound making him go right over the edge.

With one simple buck of his hips and the slick movement of your hand along his shaft, you felt as the warm liquid began pouring into your mouth, Chris’ breaths heavy as you swallowed him sweetly. As he finished his orgasm, you giggled, pulling yourself off of him. He stared at you with wide eyes as you sprayed another touch of the whipped cream into your mouth.

“Mmm,” You moaned. “Something about whipped cream mixed with you just tastes… so good.” You groaned.

Chris released his hands from the headboard and attacked you, forcing your back into the mattress as you cried out in laughter, his mouth connecting to yours.

“I bet you had fun, didn’t you?” He asked as he kissed your breasts, making you groan against him.

“You didn’t?” You called out to your husband, slapping him playfully. Chris picked his head back up and planted his lips directly on yours as he smirked.

“Oh, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen… watching you suck my dick while enjoying a treat? Yes, it was amazing. But I think it’s my turn now…” He trailed, reaching over to grab the bottle of chocolate syrup and quickly removing your panties, tossing them into your already made pile of clothes.

You gasped when you felt Chris flip you over onto your stomach as he slapped your ass, earning a yelp from you that made waves of pleasure course through your body. “You like that, baby girl?” Chris growled into your ear as you heard him undo the plastic off of the top. You giggled to yourself.

“Yes sir, I do,” You moaned in response before you were the one to jump at the strange feeling. Chris began to drizzle the chocolate syrup across the line of your back, adding it to your ass cheeks. You hummed as you felt Chris’ naked body pressed against yours. He kissed your shoulders and in between the blades as he dragged his tongue across your back.

Arching your back ever so slightly at the feeling of his warm tongue drawing lines across your delicate skin, it was your turn to reach for the headboard and grip, especially as Chris began licking along your ass cheeks, sucking and biting as he gave it a harsh slap earning a scream from you. You were a moaning mess as you felt his fingers slick through the wetness of your folds before he pulled your ass to him.

You stretched out with your bottom directly in the air, giving Chris access. He grunted at the sight of you, feeling as you were practically dripping onto his fingers. He used his fingers to encircle your clit, rubbing in such a way that made your face fall into the pillows as you cried out in pleasure.

Groaning heavily, you felt Chris’ middle and ring fingers plunge themselves in between your slit, your fingers gripping the headboard even tighter as he used his free hand to massage your breasts, his fingers flicking against your hardened buds.

“Fuck!” You moaned as he pushed them deeper inside of you, his teeth grazing your back.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked you. “Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well.” He moaned against your ear as you could feel your core begin to tighten. You never had to tell Chris you were close; he could physically feel your walls contracting around him. He also could tell based on the whimpers that poured from your mouth, you desperately wanted to cum all over his hand.

“Mmm, Chris, I’m close,” You moaned breathlessly into the air. You already knew he was smirking behind you as you felt his breath in your ear.

“Cum all over my fingers, pretty girl,” He whispered. Once you received his cue, your orgasm took over your body as you cried out, screaming Chris’ name into the bedroom as he pumped his fingers further into you, hitting your g-spot with such precision that it had you a blubbering mess. Not to mention, the way his thumb tapped against your sensitive clit sent you into pure overdrive as you rocked your hips against his hand, his smile wide across his face.

As he removed his fingers from you, he allowed you to turn over. The slick evidence of your strong orgasm encased itself around Chris’s fingers and he smiled. Pulling your own move from earlier, he squeezed a touch of chocolate syrup into his mouth before he sucked every one of his fingers, moaning, watching as your eyes widened in pure ecstasy.

“Mm, baby girl, you tasted so good.” He said deeply.

“Oh,,” You gasped. “That’s what it looked like?” You smiled, eyes blown wide with euphoria.

Chris grinned, licking his lips as he saw his fingers were cleaned of you.

He leaned forward and nestled himself in between your legs, pressing his lips against yours. Tangling your arms around his neck, you held him close to your chest.

“We tasted like pastries,” You giggled, Chris staring at you.

“Pastries? I’d simply just go for thick whipped cream and warm chocolate syrup.”

You slapped his chest, rolling your eyes. You could feel the stickiness of the chocolate syrup beginning to form, even if Chris had licked it all up. You sat up, Chris staring at you.

“My ass and back are sticky,” You muttered with a giggle.

“Yeah, my dick’s kinda sticky, and it’s not because of the cu-,” - You slapped him once again as you rolled off of your shared bed. Chris laughed at you, standing up himself, knowing exactly where you two were headed.

“Round two in the shower?” You winked.

Chris immediately ran in behind you as you two entered the en-suite bathroom, both of your laughs filling the air as you started the water, your lips already pressing together

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Needy

I barely got my door closed when JJ grabs the back of my neck, yanking me over the center console to kiss me hard. His tongue pushes into my mouth and he steals my breath.

“I can’t wait for us to get home. I need you right now.” JJ pants, shoving his shorts and boxers down and reclining his seat. His cock is hard and waiting as I gawk at him.

“JJ! We are in the parking lot!” I giggle, slipping my panties down my legs as he rolls one of the condoms on we just bought. How can I deny him when he’s already half naked?

“I don’t care. Ride me.” JJ pulls me onto his lap and when he sinks inside me, we both groan loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” JJ grunts, hands tight on my hips as we start to rock into each other. I brace my hand against the window as I start to bounce.

“You’re so fucking hot.” JJ yanks me in for a kiss, his tongue invading every inch of my mouth. When his hand wraps around my throat, I feel my whole body clench with my approaching orgasm.

“That’s my girl. Cum for me. I want to feel your pussy walls milk my cock.” My eyes rolls back as I choke on a gasp, my toes curls and my whole body shakes as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. A strangled scream leaves my lips and he starts thrusting up into me, pushing my hips down to the point it feels like he’s coming out my throat.

“Shit, I’m cumming. Just like that. Fuck.” JJ groans as our bodies move in sync until we’re both heaving from our release. I collapse on his chest, sweat rolling down my back as I feel him soften inside me.

“That was so hot.” I giggle, kissing his lips as he grins at me.

“Just wait until we get home.” He lands a playful slap to my ass.

Just then, there’s a sharp knock on the window and we both freeze. I hesitantly look over to see the badge on his belt. Busted.

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

Boyfriend

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader, Lloyd Hansen x reader (Mafia AU)

Word Count: 1,222

Summary: You’re at the club with Ari while he’s taking care of some business and you get an unexpected visitor.

Author’s Note: So I’ve been listening to Dove Cameron’s song ‘Boyfriend’ a lot lately and this idea sort of just formed in my mind. I’ve used the lyrics for some of the dialogue and the mood of the song as well. Listen here. Thank you to my love Ali @maladaptivexxdaydreaming for letting me yell my thots are her for this and helping me formulate a more solid plan. I may do more for these two because we talked about something else that I would like to include. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet friend Daisy @firefly-graphics thanks so much🥰

PS Here is PART 2 for this story- either can be read alone but just in case: Angel and Demons

Warnings: softness and fluff mixed in with teasing and tension and talk of violence, gun usage and, implied smut sort of (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)

You’re snuggled against Ari’s chest, his arm securely wrapped around you and his hand resting along your bare thigh, caressing the soft skin as your fingers mindlessly comb through the hair that peeks out from the open buttons of his shirt.

Safe and comfortable in his lap you nuzzle his neck while he talks business with two men whose names you’ve already forgotten.

He shifts and pulls you closer, taking your chin between his fingers and lifting your face to his.

“I have to close this deal angel. I’ll be as quick as I can,” he promises.

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

Sweet

pairing: bucky x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, NSFW, mentions of pregnancy, lactation kink, boobies, established relationship (bucky x reader), lmk if there’s more.

ermmmm idk how like the spacing on tumblr works but it makes me wanna start throwing up and crying, i’m sorry if it bothers u trust me i’m just as annoyed

(gif not mine!)

Sitting at the table with all your friends at another one of Tony’s parties was nice. It was both yours and Bucky’s first ever party since having a child a few months ago. The parties continued in your absence but were obviously no longer a priority for you or Bucky now that you had a bundle of life to care for.

This one, however, was quite special. It was Tony’s birthday.

Lavish as ever, the party consisted of a three course meal. You almost wished you were pregnant again so as to not feel guilty for eating so much, but once you saw that everyone was pretty much in the same boat, you no longer cared.

Not only was this the first party since having your baby, it was also really the first time leaving her alone in general. Of course, she wasn’t alone alone. She was being baby-sat by Sam’s sister, Sarah. You both had your worries about leaving her alone, whether it was Sarah, Steve, or even Queen Elizabeth, you just worried.

You missed her dearly as well. Right about now, she’d be getting ready for bed, probably still full of energy with her father trying desperately to tire her out, but was probably only fuelling her even more.

Snapping you out of your thoughts was the sudden ache in your boobs that came and went every now and then due to your pregnancy. The pain was bearable at times, but it was when you started leaking that it was a problem… such as now.

With Bucky and the rest of your friends all engrossed in some story Steve was telling, you quietly stood from your chair and excused yourself to the bathroom.

Bucky gave you a look of slight concern- something he had grown accustomed to ever since you fell pregnant- but your hand caressing his shoulder told him not to worry.

Even though, he probably should.

The walk to the bathroom only seemed to worsen the pain, every step just making it worse. As soon as you shut the door to the private bathroom, you locked it before pulling your tits completely out of the confines of your dress.

“Oh, God.” You groaned at the pain. They had noticeably swelled and were just aching to be… milked. Grabbing a few paper towels from the dispenser, you dabbed around your nipples to get rid of the wetness.

You knew it was no use, seeing as they just started leaking again and would probably continue to do so until you could probably pump them.

You debated stuffing toilet paper down your dress and over your nipples but knew it would probably show through the dress and also need changing every few minutes. And besides, the pain was only getting worse.

The party hadn’t even really started yet. You hadn’t even sung happy birthday to Tony yet or cut the cake. He probably wouldn’t care if you or Bucky left, but you want some of that damn cake because you know it’ll be the best damn cake you’ll ever eat until Tony’s next party- you couldn’t wait that long.

Opting for your last resort, you pulled up your phone and flicked Bucky a message.

‘Help, please 😥 Bathroom.’

The use of the emoji would let him know that you weren’t in immediate danger- which you had mistakenly worried him for once before. Bucky had thought you were in serious trouble once when you had sent an ‘SOS 😰’ message while at a different party. He had freaked out not knowing where you were or what had happened. When he found you, you were fine and just wanted to leave the party. He was a little angry with you for getting him so worried, to which you defended yourself with ‘Buck, if I have enough time to search for and choose an emoji, I’m not in danger’.

The knock of the bathroom door, followed by Bucky’s soft, “Honey?” Caused you to momentarily pull your dress back up and at least make yourself decent before opening the door and pulling him in, shutting it behind him and locking it.

He looked at you worriedly, but raised his brows once you had pulled your dress back down.

“I don’t have my pump and they hurt so bad.” You quickly explain, resting your head against his shoulder tiredly.

“O-okay, what should I do?” He asked, not quite knowing what exactly to do in this current predicament, “You can’t like just squeeze it out into the sink?”

“It hurts when I squeeze it out like that.” You sighed. You knew what could solve this issue immediately. You knew from the moment you walked into the bathroom and saw how swollen they had gotten. Taking your head off Bucky’s shoulder, you ran your hands down his chest, straightening his lapels out of nervousness for what you were about to ask. “I need you to-“ You looked up at him now, “To suck on them.”

He opened his mouth to speak as he looked over you, but no words came out.

Instead, he guided you to sit atop the counter, helping you up in the process, as he became level with your tits.

He was obviously no stranger to your boobs. You had a child for Christs Sake. But you still felt oddly foreign to this kind of intimacy.

All your thoughts had washed away when Bucky had closed his mouth around your left nipple (the one he knew you despised). He was cupping both so delicately as to not hurt you, but you shut your eyes in pure bliss as you felt the release and the pain slowly dissipate.

Running your hand through his long strands, you massaged his scalp gratefully as he finished up on the left side.

“Compliments to the chef.” He said, wiping his mouth and you gave him a hazy smile, trying not to give in and laugh at his stupid comment, “It’s actually really good. It’s like sweet.”

“Shut up and keep going.” You shook your head with a smile. You were still in pain from your right boob and you wanted it gone immediately now that your left was satisfied, “It feels so nice not having teeth sinking into them for once.” You noted as he softly sucked where’s your baby would, unknowingly of course, use both her gums and now her gradual teeth on you. You should never had said this though, because Bucky thought it would be funny to softly bite down on your nipple, causing you to jolt and accidentally tug on his hair, “Ow!”

He continued sucking until he felt you fully relaxed in his hold. He knew your body like that.

“Better?” He asked as he pulled away, grabbing a paper towel to wipe you down.

You nodded, leaning back against the mirror as he cleaned you up, “Thank you.”

“Anything for my girls.” He places a kiss to both of them before pulling your dress back up to cover them.

Well, there was one thing you knew for sure. You had married the right one.

Oh and also, maybe to always carry a pump with you. Just in case Bucky’s not there.

*+ Epilogue +*

After the incident in the bathroom, you and Bucky had since settled back at your table, still awaiting the cake as Tony went off mingling.

Besides, everyone needed some time to make space in their stomachs for more food.

“Drink?” Bucky asked you, standing up out of his chair.

You looked up at him and around all the other men who had seemed to be standing and taking drink orders.

“Just a refill?” You asked, offering your empty glass to him. Though you were no longer pregnant, you didn’t really feel like drinking and instead opted for raspberry lemonade. Taking your glass, not missing the knowing glance he sent your way, he and the guys fled to the bar to fetch more drinks, leaving you and the rest of the girls at the table.

You kept to yourself as the others talked, admiring your husbands suit for the night as he ordered the drinks.

Only, you were so immersed in the back of his head and ass that you barely even realised that your table had gone silent and almost everyone was looking at you.

“You two are disgusting.” Natasha spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. Though her words sounded spiteful, the smile on her- and everyone else’s- face said otherwise.

You were utterly confused.

“What?” You ask genuinely. Slightly panicking that you had unknowingly orgasmed at the sight of your husband or something.

Natasha scoffs as Wanda, Maria and Carol smile harder, “You leave the table with your boobs a double D cup, come back a D. And Bucky won’t stop licking his lips and staring at your tits.”

Fuck.

“Fuckin’ trained assassin.” You shook your head in disbelief that she had figured you out purely based off of the size of your tits and Bucky’s not-so subtle behaviour. “I didn’t have my pump.” You defend to the rest of them, but they all just playfully roll their eyes. “Well when one of you have a baby and start leaking on your favourite dress at a big party, don’t expect me to offer my pump.”

“Are you referring to an actual pump or Bucky?”

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2 years ago

Tell Me You Love Me

"I. Hate. You!" She screams at me. Her eyes are wide with tears and her cheeks red with anger. I hate her too. But I don't. I never would. Hate went out the window a long time ago. Because somewhere between the sex and the fighting, I fell in love with this girl. This wild, spit fire of a girl who could give Kie a run for her money. A girl who could fight better than me. Hustle better than me. Surf better than me. A girl who didn't need anyone. And now she was stuck with me.

She turns to leave but I catch her arm then I block the smack she sends for my cheek. Always a fight. I tackle her down to the grass, pinning her with my body and her hands above her head. She opens her mouth to scream profanities and I seize the moment to kiss her, plunging my tongue in her mouth just how she likes and I feel the moment she starts to turn into mush. I let go of her hands and she brings me closer by the collar of my shirt, kissing me like it's her air to breathe. I don't have a condom but I can't bring myself to stop.

Her shorts come off and suddenly I'm pressing into her bare, her legs wrapped around my waist. This is why I've never fucked anyone without a condom because this is dangerous. This feels too good to go without. A temptation that'll wreck your whole world. And fuck, I can't stop. I come down on top of her, our lips gliding over each other as I fuck her slow and hard. She yanks up my shirt so she can claw at my back and I slap a hand over her mouth to silence her.

It's dark and no one is around but the last thing we need is for Shoupe to catch us.

I dig my knees into the grass, knowing I've reached that sweet spot inside her when her cries get more and more high pitched behind my hand. She's trembling as I fuck her through her orgasm, speeding up as I chase my own.

"I love you." I say, thrusting harder as her eyes widen while digging her nails into my shoulders. "I know I shouldn't but I do. I love you." I grunt as I feel my balls tighten and my dick starts to swell. She slaps at my chest, angry that I said it. I said the L word.

I move my hand to her hip, gripping them both as I fuck her savagely.

"You promised." She cries, throwing her head back against the grass.

"I know. I'm sorry." I growl. I feel it. I'm about to explode. She's sucking me in so hard. I want her to say it back. Tell me you love me.

"You have to pull out. I don't want you to but you have to." Her hands fist the grass, her back arching as another climax hits her and I have to yank free. I tug myself once and I spew all over her stomach, running down the hood of her pussy. I groan, my body shuddering as I sink back onto my heels. God, what a beautiful sight. Her spread and wet, unable to catch her breath as my cum runs down her pussy lips.

"Say it back." I demand, quickly forcing two fingers inside her clenching little cunt before she can sit up. She drops back down on the grass, her legs dropping back open.

"JJ." She whimpers, trailing her hand down to rub her clit but I smack it away.

"Say it back." I demand again, slowing my movements when she starts to clench down on me.

"Please, JJ. I can't!" She whines, grinding herself against me to try and take her own release.

"Say it or I'll stop. I swear to fucking god I'll stop. Say it!" I shout but even I know she won't. My chest swells painfully and I know she'll never say those words to me. She was afraid. I pump my fingers harder, growing angrier and she cries out loudly. At this point I don't give a fuck if anyone catches us. Let them see how desperate I make her.

"I-I'm gonna— oh fuck— oh—." She trails off, eyes rolling back as I slip in a third finger and she clenches down on me so hard I can hardly move as she cums. Her hips bow off the grass and she squirts all over my hand and onto my shorts. I keep going until she screams, yanking away from me and rolling over to crawl away. I want to chase her and make her do that again but reality sets in. She doesn't love me.

I lean back on my heels, tossing her shorts at her as I take deep, angry breaths.

"You're just like everyone else. You use me and I let you." I get to my feet as she dresses herself.

"JJ, stop. Please." Tears fill her eyes as she takes a step towards me. Who was this girl? She didn't cry? What did she have to be sad over?

"Trust me, I wish I didn't love you. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier if you were just a fuck. I wish I hated you." I turn away, heading back towards my dirt bike, ignoring her sobs as my heart broke for the last time.

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

Their Doll Masterlist - Complete

B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

Prequel Series Our Doll

series synopsis | y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings | smut, violence, torture, swearing

A/n | The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

*=contains smut

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simpforsebastianstan06

3 years ago

Dada Forgot

Stucky x Little!Reader

Summary: Steve’s been overworking himself and you become a victim of his stress when he forgets you in the bath

A/n: I just created this account because I’m discovering the world of agere and found so much comfort from little!reader fics and wanted to create my own! Requests are very much appreciated or even just thoughts/ideas.

Steve had been working himself to the bone all week and not getting enough food, sleep, or cuddles from his two favourite people in the world. He’d basically been living in his office and Bucky was worried for him.

It had been another day of nonstop scanning through files for Steve when Bucky had entered the office. “Hey I’m going out to get groceries, do you think you have time to give Y/n a bath while I’m gone? She’s playing in the yard and has mud all over her.” he had asked while waiting for the blonde to finally look away from his desk. “Huh? Oh yeah sure of course” he responded, giving the brunette a weak smile. “Thanks babe.” Bucky nodded before closing the door and heading out to the store.

Steve had been so absorbed in his work that he didn’t realize half an hour had gone by since Bucky left the room and decided it was a good time to take a break. He walked into the yard to find you playing with patch of flowers, ignoring that you were sitting right over dry mud and smiled to himself before scooping you up onto his hip. “Alright messy girl time for a bath” he told you as he brought you into the bathroom.

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

Pastel vs Leather--Billy Hargrove

Masterlist for @rune-of-a-writer / @hellimagines

Request: “Could you do one with Billy? The reader is this super nice and well-behaved girl that has straight A’s and she and Billy are together but they don’t tell anyone. So one day he picks her up from home and drives her to school and everyone is just shocked. Thanks xxx”

Summary: Billy picks you up from school

Warnings: cursing

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Word Count: 760

A/N: I switched it slightly, but not drastically. Hope you don’t mind! And this is more of a drabble than an imagine

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

To love au

Pairing || woc!reader X chris evans

You don’t have my consent to repost or translate or publish any of my work, 18+ only. Minors Don’t interact with any of my works.

Summary || how’s the live of chris evans with his wife and kids is going.

Warning || smut, minors DNI, pregnancy, with each fics there’s an individual warning but these are for the whole au’s.

Genera || fluff, smut

Author note || hey!, since everyone loved ‘Twenty valentines day and more to go’, I decided to make it into an au’s. So i hope everyone would read it and like it!, Send me requests!!!

Kofi

Twenty valentines day and more to go.

One of the kids walks in on you and chris

The paparazzi bothers you and the kids

Chris is having a bad day

Marcus Logan Evans

Cravings

Ice cream

Chocolate cake

A caring husband

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simpforsebastianstan06

2 years ago

One More Meeting // Mafia!Stucky x fem!reader

Summary: For all of the years that you had known Steve and Bucky, you had never seen them lose control of their anger. All of the murder and violence always being calculated, calm, and dangerous. But today, that all changed and for the first time in years, you were truly scared of the boys you loved.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, murder, violence, blood, john walker has a temper, polyamory, dom/sub, threesome, subspace, pet names, sub reader, size difference, reader gets injured, daddy kink, sir kink, size kink, aftercare, praise kink, fluff, angst, vaginal sex, nipple play, cum play, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, dirty talk

Word: 5.6k

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