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halloween party

she/her pronouns

summary: vinnie and y/n finally let the sexual tension get the best of them

warnings: smut, dirty talk, getting fucked while looking in the mirror (and filming a tik tok), fluff, swear words, drinking

y/n sat on her phone scrolling through tik tok when a ding made her eyes look towards the top. 

vincent: u tryna match for the halloween party or what?

y/n: what u wanna be?

vinnie: idk look on spirit or we can go

y/n: come pick me up

y/n got out of bed, slipping on her converse and fixing her hair. the hype house was throwing a halloween party this year and y/n was invited. 

she adored everything about halloween and was beyond stoked for the party. 

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Requesting Chris Evans having a impregnate kink with his girlfriend, reader

-𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐂.𝐄

Pairing: Husband!chris x reader

Content warnings: fluff, extreme mentions of sex, talks of children/futures, SMUT!! (breeding, rough penetration)

Word count: 2.2k

A/n: I read four books these last months, I’m giving you guys all I’ve learned. So sorry for the wait, school and depression don’t go well, but I had to fit Chris in. It’s not as explicit as some smuts but it’s sweet. ENJOY! masterlist

It’s been months since we’ve seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn’t make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go).

Chris left the party city with a “Happy Birthday” balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed.

As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn’t the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should’ve told Chris to buy a gift bag.

Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn’t seen in so long.

“Hiiiii!” I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs.

“Say hi, Abel.” She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn’t understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel.

“Oh you’re huge now!” He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom’s hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body.

“Please come in.” Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. “Jason’s on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?”

“No, not yet.”

“Perfect.”

We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child.

That’s what I liked about him.

The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. “Hey! Hey!” Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands.

Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles.

Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled.

It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he’s like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own.

“Chris! Y/n!”

I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek.

“I’ve got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home.”

I couldn’t deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other.

After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason’s man-cave, desperately needing me alone.

“Sooooo,” she says. It’s one of those dragged out so’s that means she’s expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can’t seem to grasp poking at the small of my back.

I steal a cracker from the half-eaten tray in front of us and smile just to give her the same energy. “Sooooo.”

She laughs. “You’re not gonna tell me what’s up!”

“What do you mean?” I laughed.

“You’re not pregnant.”

My eyes flung wide. “No— oh god, do I look pregnant?”

“No, I’m just saying you and Chris look…” she searched for the word.

“What?” I got nervous with every second of silence.

“Healthy.”

I could feel my eyes brows raise unconsciously. Did we not look healthy before?

Like she read my mind, she followed after her sentence quickly. “I don’t mean you didn’t look healthy before, I’m just saying you look so happy, so gleeful and bright. Just thought you had exciting news, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m not pregnant.” I answer, seriously so she wouldn’t think otherwise. “But Chris and I are happy, incredibly so. And very healthy.”

She hummed and nodded like she wasn’t fully convinced I wasn’t telling her everything. “Tell me about the anniversary.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray.

A grin grew on my face.

She looked up at me and her smile matched mine. “Uh oh, I know that face. What’d he do? Because he didn’t knock you up, that’s for sure.”

I pushed her shoulder and she laughed.

I smiled, “We just ate dinner the two of us,” I smiled wider, “then he went down on me like five times.”

She laughed like a school girl and suddenly I felt like a teenager again.

“Then it was just the best sex of my life.”

“Oh. My. God. Every detail, now.”

“Hard, rough, so much dirty talk— he kept talking about how pretty I would look with his baby inside of me— I have never cummed so hard and so fast, Lay, I’m serious.”

She laughed hysterically, I hushed her like she forgot her child was sleeping upstairs. She covered her mouth and scooted closer like she had a secret.

“I remember me and Jason’s anniversary.” Her eyes widened. “Last year. That’s when Abel was conceived.”

“You’re kidding.”

She shook her head.

“That’s why I thought maybe you were— I don’t know.” She looked down at my stomach. I patted it and shook my head.

“Well, I’m not.”

There was a shift in energy, I wasn’t sure why. The excitement was sucked from us and the air grew thick.

She knew better than me, her face showed it.

“Have you talked to him about kids?”

“I mean, obviously. We just- we’ve both been busy, there’s not enough time to think about it too much. We just know we want them, yknow.”

She nodded.

She poked my side and set her wine aside.

“You should tell him.”

“What exactly?”

She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me. “That you want one now.”

Did I want one now, though? A child that would give us ten times more responsibilities than we have?…

I do. I look at Layla and all the toys on the floor. I look at every bit of evidence that proves they have a bundle of joy, and envy it. I do want it. I want it bad, and I want it now.

“Ok.” I tell her.

It’s dark out now. Chris has Billy Joel low, humming along to some of the songs as he drives. But I keep thinking about what Layla said and reimagine that night of our anniversary: instead of him pulling out, he fills me with his warm cum.

I crave it more now, to the point where my legs close shut for a small sense of relief.

Slowly, his hand cascaded along my thigh. I looked at him and he smiled, glancing back and forth from the road.

“You okay? You’ve been a bit quiet since we left.”

“Just feel a bit tired, that’s all.”

Confusion fled his face.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

We entered the garage and he shut the engine off, but he grabbed my knee again before I could get up.

“Baby-“ I looked back at him and smiled, but his eyes told he saw through my facade. He always could. “Something’s on your mind, talk to me.”

“…Over some wine and cereal?”

He rolled his eyes but smiled. “As long as you talk to me!”

“I will, promise.” I kissed his cheek.

Once inside, we went our separate ways: Chris to our bedroom, and me to the kitchen. Dodger kept circling around my legs every time I opened a new cabinet. He was looking for treats; I was looking for a cup and some wine.

I got two glasses and poured 1982 Pavillon Rouge wine, it was one of the good ones we had stored at the very top.

Then, I felt his hand. His soft, large hands circle around my waist and push me against him. His lips grazed under my ear and I let him see through me. I shut my eyes and let every guard I put up for myself turn into liquid. I wanted him to know everything, let him have control over me, do everything he wanted and more.

“You wanna talk to me now?” He grumbled against my neck, pressing a chaste kiss there before pulling back and turning my head to his. His fingers were delicate under my chin, but I didn’t look at him.

He turned me by the waist but didn’t let me leave him, he pressed me right back into his chest.

“Look at me, baby.”

I opened my eyes.

“Tell me.”

“Chris,” the words seemed so simple but somehow felt so difficult . It’s just Chris, I reminded myself— my comfort, my love, my husband; I love him, I want this with him, I want him to give this to me.

I said his name again. He kissed my head and cheek then looked back into my eyes.

Please, it’s just me, they said.

“I want a baby.” The tightness left my chest and he smiled.

“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked.

I knew, but I had a feeling he was going to tell me regardless.

He kissed my lips so hard I thought they would bruise by the end of it.

“I love you so much,”—he kissed them again— “you don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting to give you this—“ again. “to get you pregnant—“ again. “to see you big and full of my baby—“ again and again and again.

I was smiling like an idiot now.

“God.” He murmured breathlessly against my lips.

Somewhere between one sip of wine and making our way up the stairs to our bedroom, our clothes were being pulled off one by one.

His lips traveled up and down my bare shoulder, his hand caressed my breast, the other my ass, and all I could do was breathe him in and pull his hair to show him he’s doing all the right things.

He knows, though. He always knows.

His lips went up to mine, he took them between his, softer and more sensual than the last.

He hiked my legs to wrap over his waist and he positioned himself. I felt him on me, his bare tip brushing my slit. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back— then I moaned.

“Chris!” I grabbed his arm. “Fuck.”

He was fully inside me, digging into everywhere I needed. He kissed my knee with a furrow in his brows. Then he pulled out, now only inches in me.

“How much do you want this?” He asked.

“So much.”

He thrusted back into me and groaned under his breath.

“How much?”

“Fuck, Chris, so much.” And again, he pulled out and thrusted back in.

“Yeah?”

I could already feel myself losing my voice. I nodded and looked at him, right above me. He kissed my swollen lips then kissed my head.

“I’ll give it to you, Y/n. I’ll give you anything you want and more— Fuck, I could give you the world if I could. You deserve it, you deserve it so much.”

He fucked me, hard, slow, fast. His lips went to my neck, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, lips, and ears. And his hands pinched my ass, waist, and thighs. He gave me every bit of love he could express through this while he finished inside me and gave me what I wanted.

I sighed, satisfied, wasted. He gave me his all, and three orgasms. I was wasted.

He pulled out of me, wearily.

His fingers touched my sticky thighs and went into me.

“What are you-“

“Gotta make sure it works.” He smirks with weary eyes. He was pushing every bit of cum that leaked out back into me before he licked his fingers off.

“Wait here.” He said as if I could move with how tired I was.

He came back with a wet towel and wiped me clean, he helped me up, sat me on the toilet and watched me pee.

He was smiling, I was smiling, but I wanted him to tell me what his reason for looking at me so dazed was.

“What?” I asked.

“I can’t wait.” He said. He leaned down to kiss me. “I can’t wait to meet her, spoil her, raise her with you. I can’t wait.”

“What makes you so sure it’ll be a girl?”

“I don’t know, but I’m hoping for someone like you; just as amazing, just as beautiful.” He kissed me.

The next morning, Chris insisted we make love again, just in case it didn’t work.

And all those attempts must’ve because only two weeks later were we staring down at a positive pregnancy test, kissing, crying, and already searching for baby names.

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summary | when bucky finds out you’ve been having some “funny feelings” down in a very special place, he decides to bring you to his friend, steve, a doctor who can hopefully figure out what’s causing you such distress between your legs.

pairing | soft!dark!daddy!bucky barnes x innocent!little!reader, soft!dark!doctor!steve rogers x innocent!little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddy!bucky, little!reader), innocent reader (doesn’t understand sexual engagement), dubcon/noncon/dark warnings because reader actively resists sexual engagement, abuse of power, mild medfet elements, (minor) fluid talk, restraints, fingering, forced orgasm, crying, soft mocking/degradation, praise kink

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an | wow okay so here it finally is! very excited to share this full length stucky fic with you all :-) also this is filthy i feel fear lol

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“Oh babydoll, what’re we gonna do with you?” the sound of your daddy’s worry-stricken voice echoes in your head as you bounce your leg anxiously against the soft cushion of the passenger seat, your eyes glued down on your sparkly tennis shoes. Heat rises through your cheeks as you recall the look that had formed on Bucky’s face when he found you completely naked in your bed, hand pressed down against the warm folds of skin tucked between your legs. You hadn’t been able to come up with a response to the man’s question; all you could do was squeak in embarrassment. The worst part was, you weren’t even sure why you were so ashamed. There had never been any rule set against what you were doing; Bucky had never told you not to, but somewhere deep inside of you, you just knew you shouldn’t.

“Why’re you doing that, sweetheart? Is something wrong?” your daddy had asked, coming up beside the bed and crouching down to your level with a look of deep concern washing over his face.

“I-I-… I don’t know, Daddy,” you had admitted sheepishly, yanking your hand away from your swollen flesh. Bucky’s eyes had widened at the faint glistening of wetness present on your fingers.

“Honey…” his gentle voice had trailed off. “Are you… is it wet down there?”

Swallowing hard, tears had built in your eyes as your hand shook in front of the both of you. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” you had whimpered, afraid that you’d angered him.

Sighing, Bucky had shaken his head. “No, doll. It’s alright, you don’t have to be sorry. It’s not your fault this’s happened, but we need to get you seen by someone, baby. S'not normal for little girls to be touching themselves and wet like this; something must be wrong.”

“Please, no doctor, Daddy. Too scary,” you had pleaded, bottom lip trembling as Bucky had gathered you into his arms.

“Shh, sweetheart. It’ll be alright. There’s a specialist I know of; I think he’ll be able to help you. I promise I’ll be right with you the whole time, darlin’. S'gonna be okay.”

“This must be the one,” Bucky’s voice in real-time cuts off your train of thought as the car pulls up into what you’re surprised to see is the driveway of a house. Glancing around, you’re confused to find that your daddy’s driven you to what appears as a normal-looking home in the suburbs. Raising an eyebrow as you look over at him, Bucky explains, “Since he runs a rather private practice, I guess his office is right in his home.”

As the both of you undo your seatbelts and get out of the car, a lump of anxiety forms in your throat as the hot summer sun shines down on you. Quickly joining Bucky at his side, together you make your way up the walkway to the side pair of glass doors, what appears to be a separate entrance for the doctor’s place of work. Just as you’re approaching the doors, a man appears through the glass, smiling at both of you as he swings one of the large glass panels open to greet you.

“Well, hello there,” the gentleman greets, the warmth in his eyes as he smiles only providing the slightest bit of reassurance. “You must be the Barnes’s.”

“Pleasure to meet you, doctor,” your daddy greets politely, shaking the man’s hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” the blonde-haired doctor replies kindly before turning his attention to you, bending down slightly to avoid towering over you. “And you must be y/n,” he guesses, holding out his large hand. Blinking nervously, you accept the gesture, causing the man’s grin to grow as he gazes gently at you with his deep blue eyes. “I’m Dr. Steve Rogers. It’s so nice to meet you; I hope you don’t mind I’ve asked you to come out here instead of to my office in the city. S'just been quiet lately, and I prefer to work at home when I can,” the man, Steve, explains as he straightens himself back up.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Bucky assures him as the kind doctor leads you both into the home. Looking around, you’re impressed to see that he’s even got a waiting room set up, complete with a small reception desk and a few chairs, along with some magazines and other decorative items.

“Sometimes my assistant’s here, but I let her take the weekend off since I knew your daddy would be accompanying you,” Steve tells you as he grabs a file from the desk, opening it briefly to take a look before turning back to you and your daddy. “Alright then, I’m gonna finish up your intake forms on the computer; in the meantime, I’ll let you into the exam room. I’ve left a gown out on the table, so please go ahead and take everything off but your socks and crack the door open when you’re ready.”

“Will do. Thank you, doctor,” Bucky answers for you as the tall man guides the two of you to a door beyond the reception desk and opens it up for you.

As you walk into the room, the first thing you notice is the padded exam table sitting out diagonally, taking up a good portion of the space. At its end are a pair of metal devices that seem to be secured to the piece of furniture tightly; a whimper rises up in your throat as you eye the thick nylon restraints hanging down from several points on the table.

“Sweetheart?” Bucky questions as he closes the door behind the doctor who’s now left to go finish your intake. “Oh honey,” your daddy croons as he sees the tears already starting to build in your eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, babydoll. He isn’t going to hurt you; he’s a doctor, remember? He just wants to help,” he soothes as he crouches down in front of you, stroking your cheek with his flesh hand. “I know this is scary, angel, but I promise I’ll be right by your side, okay? So I need you to be really brave for me, think you can do that?”

Bottom lip trembling, you do your best to nod convincingly. “Y-yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl,” Bucky smiles proudly at you, reaching up and grabbing the folded gown from where it’s been set out. “Now how about we get you all ready for the doctor, hmm? Looks like the gowns he has are much cuter than the ones at the normal clinic,” he tries to lighten the mood by pointing out the cute daisy pattern on the light-blue garment.

“Daisies,” you mumble innocently as the man begins to undress you, slipping both of your arms through the paper-thin gown before tying the sets of strings in the front.

“That’s right, petal,” Bucky nods as he helps you slip off your shoes, leaving you in nothing but your bright white socks with the ruffles at the top and the surprisingly soft cover-up. “You think we got any growing in the backyard yet, honey?” he continues to try to distract you as he lifts you up onto the exam table, setting you down gently on the crinkly teddy-bear patterned paper covering the padded surface and allowing your legs to dangle down between the strange metal contraptions.

“Maybe,” you shrug as your daddy goes back over to the door, cracking it open just as the doctor requested before rejoining you at your side, rubbing your back soothingly as he can tell you’re still anxious.

“Why don’t we go take a look when we get back home, then?” Bucky suggests just as you begin to hear footsteps approaching the door. “If we find some, we can pick a nice bunch and put them out in a vase on the table, just like last summer.”

A gentle knock cuts your conversation short as Steve enters the room, smiling at both of you as he greets, “Hey, we’re all set. Thanks for getting changed for me. I know those gowns aren’t the most fashionable or fun to wear, but it makes things a lot easier for me during the exam.” Setting his file down on the computer desk in the far corner of the room, he kicks out the circular rolling stool from underneath, guiding it over and sitting down in front of you as you and Bucky wait for him to continue.

“So I read over the inquiry your daddy submitted to me,” the blonde-haired man begins gently, “and it sounds like you’re having some unusual feelings… well, down there?” he softens his voice at the question, causing heat to rise into your cheeks.

“Go ahead, you can answer the doctor,” Bucky says patiently from beside you, his hand still rubbing soothing circles along your spine.

“Y-yes, doctor,” you confirm.

“I see,” Steve hums, “Can you tell me what sorts of feelings? I want to do a thorough exam as well, but anything you can tell me about the sensations might be helpful in reaching a diagnosis.”

“Um…” your voice trails off as you swing your feet nervously, playing with your hands in your lap as you try to formulate an answer. “Feels… tingly,” you tell him, just as you had told your daddy before. “And… s'a little wet down there sometimes,” you add sheepishly.

“Okay, so you’re having some sensitivity, and occasional discharge,” he rewords your description, a thoughtful look apparent on his face. “Your daddy said that when he discovered you were having… issues, he found you touching yourself in those sensitive places. Is that right?”

Swallowing hard, you nod, humiliation settling into your gut as you realize that just the act of talking through all this now is starting to trigger all the strange, unwanted feelings. “Honey? Are you alright?” Bucky asks, noticing your discomfort.

“Y-yeah, sorry,” you stumble, but Steve seems to see right through you.

“It’s alright, y/n. There’s no need to be ashamed about any of this; while it is concerning to hear about your symptoms, I can promise you we’re doing to do everything we can to get you all sorted out. Now, little one, I can see that your face is becoming awfully flushed; I have to ask, are you starting to get those unusual feelings now?”

Trying to clench your muscles to keep yourself from trembling, you consider lying to the doctor and your daddy. But ultimately, you know it would be no use. “Y-yes,” you admit shakily.

“You’re getting wet down there, sweetheart?” the doctor asks sympathetically, the pity in his voice for some reason only making you feel worse.

“Y-yes, doctor.”

“Okay. Well, I think we ought to take a look, then,” Steve decides as he grabs a metal tray equipped with various medical devices and wheels it over to himself with his foot, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down before grabbing a pair of exam gloves off the tray and snapping them onto each hand. “If I could just have you lay back, doll; maybe your daddy can help you.” Bucky’s quick to assist you, lowering you back down against the noisy roll of paper as the doctor checks his instruments.

“Now,” the doctor states, “I’m going to have you come to the edge of the table with your bottom, and place each of your legs in these stirrups, here.” As soon as you process the man’s words, a soft whimper escapes your lips as you look up shakily at your daddy, begging him with your eyes for an escape. “It’s alright, sweetheart,” Steve soothes patiently, clearly used to working with difficult patients, “it’s just going to help me get a better look at the area that’s bothering you.”

“Come on now, angel,” Bucky encourages, lifting you by the hips and positioning you down further on the table before taking your legs one by one and placing them in the devices. “Daddy’s right here, babydoll. You’re okay.”

“Now, I’m just going to use some straps to help keep you in place,” Steve explains softly as he begins fastening the nylon bonds against your legs, knees, and ankles, causing tears to begin pooling in your eyes. “Aww, it’s okay,” he smiles gently as he fixes one over your tummy as well, grabbing the adjustable light hanging down above you and moving it over the spot between your legs. “Just need to make sure we keep you nice and safe,” the doctor hums as he settles back down on his stool, taking the cloth gown gently by the bottom hem and lifting it up to completely reveal you to both of the men’s attentive gazes.

“Daddy,” you whimper through tears, squirming slightly against the tight restraints.

“You’re okay, petal. Shhh,” Bucky soothes, stroking your hair back with one hand while still keeping his eyes down on the doctor and his work.

“Now, let me just take a look,” Steve says as he tightens his gloves, lowering his head slightly to look over your glistening heat. Whining in humiliation, you jerk once more against the straps, but they’re much too strong to let you move even a fraction of an inch. “I see,” Steve hums as he examines the area, “you’re awfully wet down here, darlin’,” he adds as he brings a single finger up to run through your folds, causing you to cry out shamelessly as tears run down your burning cheeks.

“Does that hurt, baby?” Bucky asks, his voice dripping with concern.

“No, I don’t think she’s experiencing any pain,” the doctor answers for you, “it’s just sensitive, right, sweetheart?” he asks.

“P-please,” you beg as he uses both hands to spread you open, the cool air against your aching cunt sending a million little shocks bursting through your toes.

“Poor thing,” Steve mumbles, his eyes taking in every inch of your untouched sex. “Mr. Barnes, I do believe I spoke with you about my best guess as to what this could be during our phone conversation.”

“Yes,” Bucky answers gravely, the dread in his voice causing your heart to pound heavily in your chest.

“Wh-what is it? Is it bad?” you ramble anxiously, cut off by Steve’s gentle shushing.

“Shhh, it’s okay, doll. It’s not bad, necessarily. It’s just extremely rare,” he explains. “The sensitivity your body is displaying isn’t normal; I believe it’s part of a rare condition that makes your genitalia much more responsive than it should be. Normal little girls can’t feel much at all down here, but with this condition, your special parts are filled with heightened nerves. Especially,” he pauses, dragging a thumb up through your folds, “here.”

As soon as he hits the spot, your entire body jerks and you let out a sharp cry, causing the men to sigh sadly. “There it is,” Steve confirms, holding his hands still as you struggle to process the intense sensations you just experienced. “What I just tested was your clitoral sensitivity. There’s a little nub positioned just above your opening, and most girls don’t have any feeling in it. But for you, it’s a great source of hassle, as it holds an incredible amount of nerve endings and can become painful if not properly stimulated.”

“Painful?” Bucky asks worriedly.

“The condition requires regular treatment that can be administered at home,” Steve explains as he pulls away from you, allowing you to let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding in. Looking up at you, the doctor says gently, “If you don’t take proper care of this issue, you’re likely to experience a great deal of discomfort. But don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna show you and your daddy exactly how to treat the funny feelings, and as long as you do that, you shouldn’t have a problem.”

“Thank you, doctor,” your daddy sighs, a hint of relief present in his voice as he strokes back your hair. Turning to you, he soothes, “It’s gonna be alright, angel. We’ll make sure to do everything the doctor says, right? And then just like he told you, you’ll be healthy as can be.”

“That’s right,” Steve confirms with a smile. “Now, the treatment process isn’t something a little one like you can manage on your own, so you must let your daddy take care of you, okay?” Trying to hide your nerves, you nod, dreading whatever kind of ‘treatment’ the doctor might be suggesting. “Good. Now, when you do this, and I would recommend doing it at least a few times a day, you’ll want to have her lie down on her back and spread her legs nice and wide for you, just like this,” the doctor begins instructing Bucky. “She’ll need this help whenever she’s experiencing the funny feelings or the wetness, so be sure to check on her often.”

“I’ll be as diligent as I can,” Bucky promises.

“Good. Now y/n, sweetheart, I just need you to relax for me, okay? I’m going to begin touching you again. Deep breath in, doll.” As soon as the words leave Steve’s mouth, you can feel his gloved finger dragging back up through your wetness, a terrified whine sounding in your throat as he once again approaches your most sensitive spot. But this time, instead of stopping, he does something much, much worse.

He begins rubbing it.

Letting out a sob, you strain against the restraints as indescribable sensations wash over your entire body. Your little nub seems to be on fire as Steve rubs in gentle circles, cooing, “Oh, I know, honey. I know it’s so sensitive; it’s alright. You’re alright, doll.”

“Shhh, baby. Let the doctor do his work,” Bucky croons from your side, continuing to stroke back your hair as you’re subjected to the blonde-haired man’s terrible ministrations.

“You’ll want to make sure her button’s nice and wet when you do this,” Steve explains as he continues rubbing, “working in nice, tight circles, right over the head. That’s it, little one. Doin’ so good for us… I know, sweetheart. I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?”

“P-please,” you hiccup, unable to keep your body from jerking violently at the terrible feeling. “B-burns, please, d-doctor, n-no more!”

“Oh, poor thing,” Steve frowns sympathetically, bringing his other hand up to settle over your lower belly. “It’s okay, darlin’. I know it’s so much, so hot down there, isn’t it? You’re doin’ just fine, little one. Are you starting to feel something building inside of you?” Looking up at your daddy, the doctor tells him, “she’ll need to be stimulated to climax. Her body will spasm violently, and she might even release some extra fluid; she won’t be able to help it.”

“Please, please,” you pant, terror building inside you as you feel the faint forming of a new feeling, a great and terrible feeling that you can only guess matches whatever the doctor is describing.

“That’s it, honey, almost there,” Steve encourages as Bucky all but holds your head down against the padded surface to keep it from slamming dangerously up and down. “You’ll need to keep on stimulating her through her release; you’re so close, sweetheart, come on, that’s it- there.”

A mangled cry rises through your throat as your entire body snaps, a rush of heat flooding out of you as you squirt out all over the doctor’s shirt and face. You’re much too busy to notice, though, every muscle of your body tightening as your eyes slam shut, a terrible burning ripping through your core. “Good,” you can hear Steve’s gentle voice soothing through the pounding in your ears, “that’s a good girl, such a good little doll, cumming so hard for the doctor.”

After what feels like an eternity, you finally feel his hands leaving you as you heave against the table, your entire body tingling as you hear Steve removing his gloves. “And that’s all there is to it,” he explains to Bucky, grabbing a few paper towels to clean himself off. “Sometimes, if the symptoms persist, she might need two or three releases in one go. Since you’re here now, and she seems to be recovering okay, I think it’d be a good idea to have Daddy give it a try next.”

.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.

Omg I need a part 2 of dad jj! It’s the cutest thing ever!

I love it too!!! Ahh!!

The gif is 10/10 🥵🔥

Daddy & Mommy

I bent down to toss more clothes in the dryer when a large hand cupped my pussy from behind through my athletic shorts. I straightened with a smile as JJ gripped my hips, rubbing his cock against my ass like a horny teenager. His hands explore and grab and squeeze, landing a playful slap.

"How are you going to bend over like that in front of me?" JJ growled into my hair, his hands sliding up under my shirt to grip my braless tits in my T-shirt.

"I didn't know you were back there." I answer, leaning my head back against his shoulder as he massages my breasts, his thumbs swiping over my nipples. JJ's lips find my neck and I moan softly, reaching back to tug on his hair. We hadn't found a moment alone in weeks and now I was starved and wet. "Kids?" I ask before I'm suddenly spun around and sat on the dryer.

"Watching TV and napping." JJ locks the door while I slip my shorts and panties off. He shoves me down on top of the machine and hoists my hips up, attaching his mouth to my needy clit. I bite back a moan as his tongue sends fireworks through out my body.

"God, I missed this. You're like a three course meal. I could eat you anytime." JJ kisses and bites my thighs before plunging his tongue inside me, spreading me open for him. I arch off the machine, needing more.

"We have to hurry!" I plead, shoving his head away and tearing at the button on his shorts. They drop to the floor and he pulls me to my feet, spinning me to bend me over the dryer instead. He slaps his hard cock against my ass before running it through my slick, ever so slowly. "Stop teasing me." I grit my teeth, pushing my hips back at him and he chuckles, landing a harsh slap to my ass.

"Such a needy little wife. Always such a slut for me." I gasp when he shoves his way in, hard and fast. It takes my breath away. His arms wrap around me, one on my stomach and the other gripping my breast as he starts to pound into me. I grip the dryer, unable to do anything but hold on as he fucks me. My orgasm races forward, gushing from me so quickly I don't have time to think. A yell escapes my lips and he slaps his hand over my mouth as he fucks me through it.

"That's my girl." JJ pulls me up against his chest, the hand not on my mouth slips between my legs to stroke my clit and I go rigid against him. My body shakes violently against his and I bite down between his thumb and pointer finger to keep from screaming. JJ hisses, gripping my face harder as his hips snap against my ass at an ungodly pace. My hand flies back between us, urging him to stop, to pull out.

“You will give me baby number three." JJ growls and I smirk against his hand, loving when he gets the carnal urge to pump me full of his cum. JJ yanks free of me and I spin around, dropping to my knees as he fists my hair, shoving his cock down my throat. Two strokes down my throat and thick, hot cum shoots out. I keep sucking as hard as I can, squeezing his balls as I swallow around him. He lifts up on his toes, shuddering as he comes down. I pull away with a pop and our eyes lock as we pant for air.

"I love you." JJ breathes and I smile sweetly as he helps me to my feet.

"I know, baby."

Can you do a request for the “to love au” when Chris and the reader (she still pregnant) have a argument on a disagreement and Chris starts losing his temper and starts yelling really loud and he wakes up the kids and they are watching them argue and standing in the hall so they couldn’t see them until they see Chris and the reader arguing real close to each other’s face and Marcus and the other older kids gets in the middle of them for them to stop so after all that Chris is most definitely on the couch 💀 . The next morning every thing is weird after the argument and the kids help Chris make it up to the reader. And after that everything is fine and better. You can write this whenever you can 🫶🏽 .

A Caring Husband

Pairing || woc!reader x Chris evans

Summary || Chris breaks his promise to you

Genera || angst, fluff , happy ending

Warnings || mention of pregnancy, yelling,

To love masterlist

Kofi

The last few weeks have been hell for you; your work has been difficult, and communicating with your employees has been complicated because you work from home. Fortunately, your assistant is literally saving your life.

Your babysitter left her job due to a family emergency, your housekeeper asked you to reduce her working hours because her daughter had just given birth to twins, and you completely understand how difficult it is to care for twins. So you didn't say no to her request

Your children are occasionally well-behaved. But you have no idea why when they start school, they turn into total assholes and devils.

Your older two children are much easier to manage. Not your youngest children, who have been disrespectful and mischievous. They are always getting into fights with each other , pranking, or simply yelling at each other .

Alicia is the most difficult of them all. All she wants is her daddy to play with her, to nap with her, to do her hair, to feed her, and even change her. She prefers him over you.

You know she didn't act like this with her babysitter, and you have no idea why she’s giving you this attitude; it’s taking a tool on you to deal with her tantrums.

Thankfully, Chris has promised that once he has finalized his interviews and premieres, he will be available 24/7 to assist you. He will also take a break until you give birth to Layla, find a new babysitter, and everything will return to normal.

You're sitting on the couch, waiting for Chris to join you in watching a movie; it's been a long time since you two have had a night alone. Normally, you would go on a date night once every two weeks, sometimes staying at a hotel and returning the next morning, and other times simply going home and sleeping. This has been your tradition for the past twenty years.

“Alicia drifted off as soon as her head hit the pillow," Chris said as he came downstairs and sat beside you on the couch, taking your feet and propping them up in this lap, he began digging his thumbs into the sole of your left foot, switching between your feet every few seconds.

"Why is my assistant calling me about the new movie you accepted, Chris?" You were furious because he said he wouldn't take another movie and then did it anyway.

"I was going to tell you about it, the Russo brothers asked me and I couldn't say no," he said as he smiled at you.

"Are you serious right now?" You're going to smash his gorgeous head into something.

"It's a big film. I couldn't simply say no," he tries to persuade you

"Chris, we agreed on this, you're supposed to be here with me, I can't do it all by myself?" You slightly raised your voice. The film is currently forgotten.

"We have a housekeeper and we will get a new babysitter to help us, there's no need to worry," he explained, becoming increasingly agitated. Despite his desire to stay with you and the kids, he couldn't say no to the Russo brothers, the biggest movie directors.

"We don't have time to search for a new babysister!!! Chris, I want you here with me these are your children as well!" You clearly expressed your displeasure with him by raising your voice.

"I didn't say they weren't," he exclaimed as he rose from the couch.

“I need someone to assist me around the house, i’m fucking pregnant and I’m working and your kids are difficult to manage on my own." You yelled at him, and you didn't care if your voice was too loud and woke up the kids.

"I'll call Mom to help you around the house."

Now you're both standing up and yelling at each other, oblivious to the pairs of eyes staring at you from the stairs.

"I don't want your fucking mother to help me!!" you came even closer to him.

“You’re being ridiculous right now!!”

"You said you'd help me!! Actually no, you're not helping me; you promised to be responsible for your kids as well; I can't do everything by myself, and I refuse to."

“Then don’t!” he screamed at you.

Before you could respond, a voice interpreted you “Mom, dad... what's going on? You guys woke us up"

You look at Marcus standing away from you, behind him a sleepy looking Marlyn, Alicia standing beside her sister holding her favourite blanket looking at her daddy.

You were angry and upset, and you knew that whatever came out of your mouth would be cruel as hell. You decided enough was enough tonight, and you glared at Chris, saying, "Enjoy your night on the couch."

He just sighed back, you took your kids up with you, comforting them and putting them to sleep, Marlyn decided to sleep with you, it's been her thing since she was a child to sleep with you whenever her father travels, you thought she'd grow out of it, but no, she's fifteen and still sleeps with you.

What you don't know is that Marcus has returned downstairs to his father. "I'm not saying this because mom is my favorite, but she's really tired," he explained.

"I know, I want to be here with her, but... god," Chris sighed.

“She’s doesn’t want you to be just here, she actually needs your help dad, Marlyn and I are trying to help as much as we can but there’s so little of what we can do, we have our practices and school work. The twins been a nightmare. And Mrs.smith is getting old and she can’t clean this mansion by herself and you know mom doesn’t have the heart to let her go”

He stopped for a bit before continuing “and don’t get me started on Alicia” he said with an eye roll which made Chris laugh.

“Dad, we actually needs you with us, we have been excited for you to take a break and be with us” he stood up “we love you dad and we miss you, good night” He hugged his dad and went upstairs to his room.

Chris lay comfortably on the couch, he didn’t think his kids felt he was never around, which was not what he wanted to happen ever. His own wife is getting tired and depressed. He felt like a jerk his own family felt neglected by him.

—

Chris woke up early the next morning to call his manager to see if they could postpone the filming for a few months, and if not, he didn't want to star in it due to family issues.

He is certain that if he truly meant to be in this film, they will go to any length to accommodate him, and if not, it is their loss, not his.

He showered and dressed, then woke the kids up, dressed them, and began preparing breakfast for them.

You were still sleeping, not even moving when he entered the room or even when he woke up Marlyn, clearly exhausted. You haven't gotten a good night's sleep since you got pregnant

You finally woke up later, looking at the clock beside you that read nine a.m., you jumped out of bed quickly and went outside, thinking no one had woken up your kids for school.

You were surprised to find Chris sitting on the couch watching television, and there was no sign for your children.

“Where’s the kids?” You asked.

“The driver took them to their school” he replied.

"Who made them breakfast?" You asked again, surprised that no one had woken you up and even more surprised that you hadn't woken up on your own.

"I did," he said as he stood up in front of you, "I talked to my agent."

“About?” You went to the kitchen, and he followed you, and you started drinking a cup of coffee.

"I asked them to postpone the movie," he said quietly for a moment, then continued, "look y/n I'm sorry, I really am, I didn't realize how much you had been worked up, and I promise I'll be here, I talked to my agent for a break, and I won't do anything other than be here for you and be responsible and do whatever falls on me”

You sighed and turned to face him, "I don't want to be the person who prevents you from pursuing your dream, but sometimes I need you here with me, Chris, we've got six kids and one on the way, we have to work as a team for this to work or else what the point?"

"I know, baby, I'm sorry; I promise I'll be here with you starting today," he said, giving you a sweet loving kiss to express his regret for putting you through all of this.

He broke the kiss minute "stay right here" he left the kitchen and returned with a large orange bag from the famous high brand you adore.

"To prove to you how sorry i’m," he hands you the bag. You smiled at him; whenever you get mad at him, he always gets you a gift to show how grateful and sorry he is.

You opened it to see the new Louis Vuitton bag in your favorite color, you remembered asking your daughter about it.

“Marlyn helped you?” You asked.

"The only thing she did was send me a picture of the bag and said, 'this is what she wants,' and that was pretty much it," you both laughed at your daughter.

"Thank you baby and I'm sorry I was mean to you last night," you said as you hugged him.

"Oh, it's all right. I know you'll make it up to me since the kids aren't here," he winked at you.

"Don't get your hopes up, honey," you said as you kissed him and carried the bag to your room, and he followed you to get what he wanted.

Heartless / Vinnie Hacker

Author: since y’all liked the idea of fuckgirl!reader here it is

Summary: love is painful especially when you’re not loved back

Warnings: angst, 18+, smut, NSFW content, bit of degrading, do not read if you’re not comfortable with this

I took the pic from @itsmeemilyjame , hope it’s not a problem, if so I’ll delete it immediately

A heartbreak changes a person. It does. All it take are a really damaged heart, which used to love too much for this world and someone who’s willing to rip it into pieces. That is what had happened to you, you stored your love in the wrong hands, you gave it all to someone who didn’t deseve it, who just threw it in the garbage and used you, someone who didn’t care about your well being, who only controlled. A damaged heart becomes eventually a stone cold heart. You had refused love after, you never gave yourself a chance to fall for somebody else ever again, shut yourself in and forgot what love actually was. You begamìn to hook up, meaningless sex was the solution to any of your problems. At least that was what you thought, you let strangers touch your body because that was your way to claim your own body, in a really twisted way. You didn’t care if they caressed your body if they couldn’t establish a mental connection. You had the power. All those hook ups gave you power, strenght, confidence. You had never felt more confident in your own skin, but deep inside you were rottening, drowning. Most people glared at you when you walked by, whispered, giggled but you had learnt not to care. They knew nothing about you. However your own behaviour had affects on other people, the ones around you, close to you. You didn’t think such silly decisions could actually matter to someone, but they did.

“I told you she wasn’t dead! You owe me fifty bucks, bro.” Jaden stated as you left the bedroom and stepped in the kitchen. You had a really bad headache, your throat was dry, you felt exhausted. You frowned as you saw Anthony sigh and hand him the money. You walked past by a mirror and took a look of yourself: your hair was ruffled, black bags under your eyes, make up ruined and the sweatshirt you were wearing was most definitely not yours. You essentially looked terrible. You had woken up feeling a heavy weight on your chest and saw a mass of platinum blonde hair next to you. Trevor. No, Paul. Nono, Kyle. You didn’t even make an effort to remember his name as you stood up, pushing his arm off your body and getting dressed with what you could find in the messy room. You just hoped he’d leave soon.

“You guys are horrible. How was it, though?” Jeffrey asked you seeking for some gossip. You laughed as you sat down after grabbing a bowl and pouring some milk in it with cereals. You remembered almost everything from the previous night, since you had only smoked. Your headache was probably due to the small hours of bad sleep. The boys gathered around you, looking at you curious. You wouldn’t have given in this time. They could get even more gossipy than old ladies. You cracked a smile feeling four pairs of eyes on you.

“Okay okay…- you finally gave up- I’d give him a six out of ten. Just thanks to his fingers.” you giggled as they all gasped. They loved hearing all about your sex life for some weird reason, always asking tons of questions after hook ups. Before they could ask any further someone stepped inside the kitchen, Vinnie was scratching the back of his head as he entered the room, his eyes still half closed. Everyone clapped their hands so you frowned. Did something happen that you didn’t know about? He blushed and grabbed the milk.

“Soo? Did you and Becca..?” Jaden asked him. Last night you had hosted a small party, close friends only. And close friend of close friends. You had lost out of sight most of your friends after the first hour and stumbled on the platinum blonde boy who didn’t revive your night as much as you hoped to. Vinnie blushed even harder as he leant against the counter.

“No… She was drunk, I called her a uber after she threw up in the pool.” he explained and you scrunched your nose. You hated throwing up at parties, it always ruined your nights, that was why you smoked weed most of the time, especially when Aaron was around, you were a dynamic duo together, being each other’s wingman when needed to or fake partner when receiving unwanted attentions. Everyone sighed, it seemed like Vinnie and Becca had this thing going on for awhile, you didn’t know though. “Next time, bro, next time.” Jeffrey reassured him but the curly haired boy didn’t seem to care too much. He shot you a glance as you looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on in your mind. Before any of you added anything someone else stepped in the kitchen: Kyle. He coughed to catch your attention. Did he want you to kiss him goodbye?

“Oh… It was nice meeting you, Kyle.” you faked a smile as you ate your cereals in peace. The others pretended to be doing anything else but overhearing your conversation. Kyle stood there like an idiot for a couple seconds looking at you. “Uhm… It’s Kian actually…- he corrected you and you smiled, he knew he would have never seen you again after last night- So… Uhm can I get your number or something?” he genuinely asked you. You heard Jordan almost burst into laugh. Everyone knew about your no strings attached rule. You finished up your cereals, giving the poor guy an apologetic smile.

“Uhm… Something. By the way the front door has a couple of issues with the doorknob so push hard, unlike last night. Bye.” you smiled and put your bowl in the sink. Kian gasped and insulted you under his breath as he did the walk of shame towards the door. Anthony was already cracking up, before the guy could even leave the place you called him, “Oh and Kyle- he turned around confused and mad. You stripped out of his white sweatshirt as you covered your breast with one arm- Here’s your sweater, thanks.” you winked at him and threw the clothing item at him who caught it on time and slammed the door behind him. Everyone bursted into laughter as you turned around. Vinnie blinked twice and realized you were standing there in just your undies so he quickly got rid of his shirt and hand it to you. You turned around and put it on.

“Thank you, sir.” you winked at him as you walked back to your room, the boys still laughing their asses off as he couldn’t stop staring at the spot you were just standing in a few seconds ago. The boldness, the confidence, the coldness, the attitude you had pulled off just drove him insane. Jordan noticed him standing him there like an idiot speechless. He knew. Well almost everyone knew Vinnie liked you. No matter how hard he tried, he never managed to provoke a reaction but nothing. He hoped Becca could make you jealous but you didn’t even know what they were talking about. You didn’t even who she was nor seemed to be interested in finding out. 

Another week passed by and you were pretty busy with work and your family, so you were rarely home, unless it was night. The boys didn’t even have to come and check in your room that you had gotten back sometimes, they could hear just fine you were home since you brought back someone new every other day. Almost all of them had gotten used to this, the first few times they’d make fun of you but then they didn’t even hear it anymore. Everyone except for Vinnie, you were the reason he’d go to sleep so late at night. He couldn’t bear your moans, groans, screams. Not that hearing you moan out of pleasure bothered him, but knowing some other guy was pleasing you in the same he could have had just drove him crazy. So he’d hang out by the pool until two in the morning, writing on his little journal. Sometimes Jordan and Kio would join him but most of the time it was just him. He mostly wrote about his thoughts and some of the pages were about you. At first he thought it would’ve been just a crush but as time went by he realized crushes didn’t last that long, his feelings matured and before he knew it he was crying between Jordan’s arms as you fucked another guy in your room. He knew you didn’t catch feelings but you never told anyone why, he supposed it was because of a bad breakup. He genuinely wondered who could ever want to break your heart? He had lost the count of the time he’d dreamed about you loving him, every time he’d wake up sweaty and panting. Just a dream. He’d tell himself as he laid back down. All of his friends had told him to make a move but he knew you’d reject him and he couldn’t bear another heartbreak.

“What? Are you serious? Oh shit...” Vinnie heard Aaron whisper shocked as he stepped in the living room. It was around three in the noon and he had just gotten out of bed, last night you seemed to be having a lot of fun with whomever you were with. He had almost fallen asleep by the pool, but thankfully Anthony told him to get back in. After four in the morning everything was quiet so he finally got the chance to sleep in peace. He sat down, hand brushing through his face as he fully woke up.

“Vinnie… Wanna go for a walk?” Anthony asked him, he frowned. For two main reasons: who the fuck says that? And since when does Anthony leave the house if not after being tortured or threatened? He didn’t even think he’d be awake so early in the day since he spent all of his nights playing videogames. “No? I think I’m going to workout later, thanks…” he furrowed his brows and scrolled his phone. He didn’t pay much attention to what his friends were saying. Another couple of minutes Jordan stood up and asked him to go lift some weights and he raised an eyebrow, why did they all want him out of there? He declined his offer, wanting to chill for a bit more. Before Jeffrey his shot you stepped in the room, waving everyone. Vinnie’s eyes lightened up at your sight, so beautiful even when you had just woken up but then he saw someone else coming from behind you: Troy.

“Goodmorning…” he yawned, his hand pulling his hair away from his face. Troy’s neck was marked up and it was pretty visible even with his shirt on. He then noticed your bruised legs, inner thighs covered in hickeys. Vinnie gulped, he was speechless. He didn’t even know how he should’ve reacted at this, Troy didn’t know he had a crush on, otherwise he would have never slept with you. Right? You headed in the kitchen, the brunette following as you felt him right behind you. You didn’t even know how you ended up with him between your legs, well you did know actually. You and Troy had been flirting for quite a long time, nothing serious obviously, then one thing led to another you began making out, live heavily. Last night the others had gone to bed pretty early and left you alone, wrong move. The rest was history… 

“Do you think they know?” you asked him giggling as you felt most of them staring at you two. It wasn’t their business if they slept with one of them, as long as it didn’t damage the group everything was legitimate, right? “No, definitely not. It’s not like Jordan was knocking on the wall to make you shut up… Uhmm.” he spun you around, your arms around his neck as you smirked. You had to admit it was worth the wait. Troy pulled you in for a kiss, but you got too carried on as his tongue slipped into your mouth and he pushed you against the counter. You pulled away after hearing a door being slammed and you turned around. Vinnie was nowhere to be found but you didn’t take notice of it. After seeing you getting all handsy with one of his best friends he had to leave, he couldn’t stand sitting there hearing you making out five feet away from him. He was used to the boys you brought home, he knew they meat nothing but sex, but Troy. Troy was your friend, maybe there was something underneath? What if you were actually dating? Only the thought of it made his skin crawl. He left the house as soon as Jaden texted him you weren’t there anymore, going to the skatepark to get his head off things, off you. However he never stopped thinking about you, not even for a second. He had to do something, he couldn’t keep looking at you sleeping around when his heart was literally in your hands and you continued to crash it without even knowing it.

It had been a couple of weeks since you and Troy and everything seemed to be just fine to you. Vinnie had been acting a tiny bit weird recently, but you didn’t really talk much since you were always either at work or studying. He rarely saw you too and he thought it was the best decision, however every time he stumbled on you in the hallway his heart would’ve still missed a beat at the sight of you. He didn’t hear you or your conquests anymore, nor did he see Troy hang out around you much. Until one day, well technically one night. You were hanging out by the pool, tears fell profusely off your eyes as you stared into the clear water that reflected perfectly the half moon. Vinnie couldn’t sleep that night so he decided to take his usual spot outside, he noticed you sat down, legs against your chest as your body was shaken by soft sobs. He didn’t realize right away, you had attempted to be as quiet as possible, you didn’t want any of the boys to see you like that.

“Y/n? Why- Oh fuck, are you okay?” he asked worried as he sat down next to you. You were quick to dry your eyes, you knew Vinnie would have never judged you but still you didn’t want to look weak to his eyes. You nodded and faked a smile, he shot you a quick glance that said more than hundreds of words. You never opened up to anyone, bringing out all that pain hurt you too much so you just chose to suppress it, fake it until you make it, right? However you didn’t realize it was slowly consuming you from the inside. All the pain, the suffer, the hatred, the numbness, the guilt was suffocating you.

“I don’t wanna talk about it...” you breathed out and he nodded, he would have never forced you to do anything. You laid your head on his shoulder as you both stared at the clear water in silence. It wasn’t weird or embarassing, it felt good. It felt good that someone was up to simply sit down and be quiet, enjoying the pleasant silence of the night. Vinnie glanced at you with your puffy eyes and swollen lips, he was still amazed by the fact that you managed to look gorgeous even when you cried, when you were angry, happy, sad, when you didn’t even try to. You felt him looking at you so you turned your head to face him.

“What?” you asked grinning. He swore he had never seen anything this beautiful and breathtaking in his eighteen years of life. Your smile could brighten his darkest day, your eyes could take him places where just the two of you existed, your laughter could turn his stomach upside down, your slightest touch could set his whole body on fire. Before he could even think about it twice he smashed his lips against yours. He tried to pull away the second he realized what he had just done but you stopped him, your hands getting tangled in his soft curly hair as you moved your mouth against his. He wasn’t sure he wasn’t dreaming, but your lips against his felt so real as well as your fingers in his hair. It all moved so fast, one second you were crying and the following one you were making out with one of your best friends. You pulled away just to breath again, but it wasn’t over yet.

“Shit…” he mumbled when he felt you kissing his neck, sucking and blowing hot air. You then proceeded to stand up and he looked at you confused. “I won’t fuck you outside. Anthony might be peeping.” you joked and he jumped on his feet, making you giggle. He followed you like a lost puppy as you grabbed his hand and walked towards your room, trying to make as less noise as possible. Once arrived you pushed him against the door which opened and you almost fell down. Vinnie tried to get used to the dark room as you pulled your hoodie off your body and threw it away.

“Are you lost, sugar?” you joked turning your leds on. It was a gift from the boys since you were the only one in the house without them. He smiled and his arms pulled you closer by the neck, connecting your lips again in a quick kiss. You pushed him on the bed and he fell on top of it, laying back on his forearm as he stared at you towering him with no top on, just a simple bralette. You moved your hair out of the way as you lowered yourself and kissed him. Your hands fumbled with the the strings of his sweatpants as his roamed all over your back. It felt like he was afraid of break you, but you didn’t mind being the dominant one.

“Touch me, Vinnie… We’re not here to leave room for Jesus.” you moaned when his hands grabbed your ass and gave it a good squeeze. You kept making out for the following five minutes, grinding and humping, getting the both of you pretty worked up. Vinnie did anything you asked him, his rosy cheeks only made him prettier and more innocent to you. You pulled away from him and he brought you back down, attacking your neck but you pushed him away as he started to suck on it, no hickies where you couldn’t hide them, it had always been a rule of yours. He couldn’t believe it was actually happening as you looked for a condom in the drawer. His hands gently squeezing your hips as you found it.

“Need any help?” you winked at him getting off his lap and looking between his legs. You could see the tent in his underwear. To be fair you always wondered how it would have felt to have sex with Vinnie, you couldn’t lie he was a really attractive guy and you also had read some of the comments girls left under his videos. You were accomplishing many women’s dream. Your fingers gently and slowly pushed his boxer them, quickly discarding them somewhere in the room. His painful erection popped out, you could spot precum leaking out of the tip as you grinned. “Someone’s eager...” you commented ripping the envelope and estracting the condom. He sighed when you rolled it down on his shaft, not before giving it a quick stroke and gaining a deep groan.

“F-fuck, are you sure?” he asked you. You gave him a quick smile as you positioned yourself on top of him, the tip of his cock brushing against your soaked folds. “I’ve done worse, don’t worry. Ready?” he nodded and you gradually sank down, loud moans coming out of your mouths. You felt so good wrapped around him, you felt even better than he had imagined. You took a couple of seconds to get used to him and then started to rock your hips. He really wanted to keep his eyes open but the feeling was overwhelomg, his head fell back on the pillows as you held onto his shoulders.

“Holy- I should’ve done this a long time ago...” you moaned as he began to thrust up. Vinnie’s hands came around your breast as he massaged them, then he sat up and pushed one of them inside of his mouth. He looked so pretty, looking up at you with one of your tits between his plump lips. Your head fell back as the pleasure became too much. He began to guide your hips as he noticed you slowing down. His heart filled with joy and love as you finally looked back at him the way he wanted, it felt as if you acknowledged his existence for the first time ever. You wrapped an arm around his neck loosely to keep your balance, your knees pressed against the mattress and his head between your breasts again. You pulled him by the hair and attached your lips in another wet and sloppy kiss.

“Choke me...” you mumbled against the skin of his cheeks and he widened his eyes. Kinky? He didn’t even waste a single minute and immediately wrapped his ringed hand around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. You moaned at the pressure applied to your neck. Your hips picked the pace although your knees hurt, Vinnie took the chance and flipped the two of you over. He laid between your legs, one of which was thrown over his shoulder to have a better angle. You couldn’t and also didn’t want to hold back the moans. His sweaty curls brushed against your forehead as your lips kept touching and pulling away.

“This good for me, uh? Have you ever been fucked properly?” his cheeky side came out suddenly and you didn’t mind at all as he pounded into you at an impressive speed and depth. You wanted to talk back but words died in your throat as he gently bit your chin and enjoyed the sight of you falling apart underneath him. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling the infamous butterflies in his stomach when your eyes rolled to the back of your head. You genuinely didn’t remember the last time you had felt this good during sex. Yes, obviously not everyone was able to make you cum, but every single orgasm you had ever had in your whole life couldn’t be comparable to the feeling in your stomach.

“Oh fuck… Vinnie...” you whined when he began to go deeper and slower. He knew just what to do and how to do it, only practice could make someone this good. He grinned cheekily and brought of his hands between your conjoint bodies. His thumb stimulated your clit mercilessly which caused you to whimper even more loudly. “I know you’re close… Just let it go, pretty.” he teased you but there was no way you were going to give up like that so you pushed him off you and straddled his lap again. He still had that smirk of his on his face as you topped him.

“Asshole…” you whined and his hand collided against your bum. You whimpered and moved forward, creating more friction. “Keep that pretty mouth of yours at bay.” he glared at you. You riding him continued to remain his favorite sight ever. You were both really close and it didn’t take you much longer when he flexed his arms and forcefully began to push you up and down. It was a matter of seconds and you came hard around him. “I love you.” he mumbled against your mouth as he reached too his high. You didn’t pay much attention, other guys had said stuff like that before. But they never really meant it. You collapsed on top of him, your head laying on his chest. A couple of seconds went by until he spoke, both of you calming your breaths.

“Let me get you cleaned up...” he left a sweet kiss on your temple as he stood up and grabbed you a towel from the bathroom. You weren’t used to aftercare, but again you didn’t really mind. He left a couple of kisses on your inner thighs and threw the cloth away, laying next to you. He wrapped an arm around you as you fell asleep pretty quickly since it was around three in the morning. 

When he woke up in your bed he almost thought he was still dreaming, not believing any of the events of the prior had actually happened. You were still asleep so he decided to surprise you with breakfast and lots of cuddles. Obviously it was really weird for you, but you assumed it was just his way to buy your silence. At the end of the day if anyone knew what had happened behind the doors the internet would have exploded. You thanked him and went on with your day. Vinnie felt like on cloud nine the whole time, anyone could notice something good had happened to him but he didn’t want to say why to respect your privacy. He had gone visiting one of his friends that afternoon and on his way back home he picked up a bouquet of flowers. “She’s a lucky girl.” the flowerist had told him smiling. “No, I’m the lucky one.” he confessed with the eyes of a man who had just met the love of his life. He drove the last ten minutes with the most stupid grin on his face, getting back home around ten in the evening. Anthony and Kio were watching TV in the living room and noticed his entrance. 

“Fancy date?” Jordan smirked and he blushed walking his way towards your room singing under his breath. He didn’t even knock on the door, he didn’t even know why because he usually always did and maybe he should have had. He opened the door with the biggest and prettiest smile ever and although the room was quite dark it didn’t take him too long to get used to it. He heard you swear as you covered both your and Troy’s naked bodies. The flowers fell down, his mouth wide open and teary eyes. He couldn’t even form a word.

“Shit… Vinnie-” you too were really confused, before you could even add anything he rushed outside the room. Some of his friends tried to stop him but he quickly avoided them, leaving the house as fast as possible as tears streamed down his cheeks. How could he even think for a second you could ever see him under a different light? How could he make a fool out of himself like that? He had never felt this stupid. You threw on some clothes and ran after him, finding him by the fountain.

“Don’t- Stay away from me, okay? I just-” his voice was broken as he spoke, you felt so bad for the misunderstanding. “Vinnie… I’m sorry, I should have told you, but I thought you knew.…” you tried to explain to him. It hurt you to know you were the cause of his tears. He wished he was able to hold them back but he had never felt this humilated in his life, standing there in front of you with his heart in million of pieces. The memories of the previous night playing again and again in his head.

“Tell me now then. Say it, y/n. I need you to say it.” he yelled. He had never felt such a sharp pain in the middle of his chest as you looked at him scared and sorry. You had never meant any of that to happen, if you had just taken notice of it, if you had just paid more attention, if you had just looked at him once more. You would’ve known, you would’ve stopped any of that from happening, but you didn’t know.

“I - he kept insisting- I don’t love you like that, Vinnie. You’re my best friend and if I had known you felt like that about me I would’ve never done anything, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” you blurted out. He felt as if you had just shot him multiple times, his heart dropped and he swore he had heard it shattering. He tried to say something back but he was speechless. He just gave you a last look and watched you slip away, as a scream of pain errupted from his lips. How could your heart be so cold? He wondered who could have ever broken it so that you were unable to be attached to anyone else. You built a wall between you and the others and it stopped you from enstablishing any kind of relationship. He brushed a hand through his messy hair. “I gotta go- you tried to take a step forward but he stopped you- No. No, let me go. Because if you stop me now I’m not sure I will ever be able to forgive you, to get over you. I- I need you out of my life. I can keep pretending I’m okay, when I hear you screaming another man’s name every night, not when I know I never cross your mind. I don’t know who did that, who broke your heart, who smashed, crashed and spat on your heart. I wish them worst because a life without love isn’t worth living. I have been so blinded by my love for you that I haven’t seen how much it has hurt me, I can’t take it anymore. I deserve more than this… And you do too, you just need to let people in.” the worst thing you would have ever remembered was the look of pity he lastly gave you before walking away and leaving you standing in the middle of the backyard. A tear slipped out of your eye as you realized he was right. You watched him move away with his head hung low and eyes full of tears. You would have never forgiven yourself for breaking such a pure heart just because yours was already shattered…

@sweeterthanthis sending me a TikTok of the football scene from Top Gun: Maverick just makes me want our fictional men to play a game. Marvel and more. 🔥

Vinnie ❤️’s boobs|V.H.

warnings: smut, titty fucking, cockwarming, lowkey public stuff, idk i’m tired and didn’t proofread (duh) also my laptop isn’t fixed yet so i can’t do the keep reading thing rn sorry ab that

ps happy birthday vinnie bby xx

“BABY” vinnies voice booms as he scours the giant house in search of you.

“BABY?” he yells into the back yard startling you as you laid in the sun drying off from the pool.

“Vin? what’s wrong?” you shout but when a smile breaks out on vinnies face as he heads your way you know everything’s okay

“Nothin I just wrapped up a meeting and I- Holy shit” he stops dead in his tracks about 3 feet in front of you

“where the fuck did that come from baby you look phenomenal- i mean you always look phenomenal but wow” Vinnie rambles as his eyes drink up your figure in the new bathing suit you were sent for a brand deal

“Black bough sent it to me to post in” you giggle as eyes drag over the curve of your hips before landing on your boobs

“uh huh” he says though you’re sure he’s not even listening

“why don’t you come lay down with me Vin?” you say with a flirty tone but your boyfriend is so busy staring at your boobs that he just hums out another incoherent response.

“Vinnie!!” you giggle

“what?” he asks shaking himself from his tiddie filled daydream

“i asked if you wanted to come lay down with me so you didn’t have to perv on me from 3 feet away... you do know you’re allowed to touch them right? you’re literally the only one who is” you tease reaching out for his hand with a smile.

“I was not perving!! you’re my girlfriend i was simply admiring your beautiful tiddies really hard” he blushes allowing you to pull his shirtless form down next to you.

“mmhm sure,” you laugh airily softly kissing his lips on his way down “i guess that’s why you’re really hard too then” you suggest as if you’re serious.

“shut it” he playfully growls as he joins you on the cushions you set out on the ground. He lays practically on top of you making your heart flutter as he wraps his arms around you to cuddle. “i just wanted cuddles and kisses and attention but now i’m hard” he huffs realizing that laying his head on your shoulder wasn’t really good for his situation since your boobs are now right in his face.

“oh my poor baby” you coo stroking his cheek, his pouty behavior making you bite back a laugh.

“No no no you’re still my baby and i’m still in charge.” he grumbles referencing your role in the bedroom.

“i know i know, but i love when you’re all cuddly like this. i like having all of your attention” you say whispering the last part. Sometimes it’s fun to stroke his ego, especially when he’s grumpy.

The feeling of his lips curling into a smirk against your skin tells you it’s working. “yeah?” he asks cupping one of your clothed boobs in his hand, massaging it as he continues “my sweet girl, can’t get enough of me huh?” he asks placing a kiss on your chest halfway through his sentence making your breath hitch.

Vinnie tilts his head up so his nose grazes your jaw “i asked you a question sweetheart”

His breath fanning across your neck and his hand massaging your boob had you struggling to contain a moan as your back slightly arched and your legs parted subconsciously “i need you vinnie, a-hhh-always” you tell him in your sweetest voice, moaning when he starts sucking a hickeys on your neglected breast.

Vinnie starts to shuffle and one of your hands threads itself into his hair as the other grasps his bicep that is now bulging as it supports him. His head is in a blur as he props himself up, slotting one leg between yours but he still wanted to feel more of your skin on his.

You whine when he sits up causing him to smirk and slip his thumb into your mouth as he repositions you. Next thing you know your knees are bent and vinnies chest is against your stomach as he shoved his face into your boobs now using both of his hands to play with them.

You almost laughed until you felt his drool on your skin and a soft moan slipped from your lips. “What are you doing to me baby? Got me acting like a horny middle schooler.” he laughs with dark eyes

“keep goin…” you say with a flirty smile and a lip bite, fluttering your eyelashes for good measure.

“hmm how about this,” he smirks as he tugs the halter string behind your neck revealing your entire chest.

“Vin- I- we’re outside!!” you stutter in shock

“yes we are baby you’re so observant” he says nonchalantly before giving you a quick kiss.

he sucks on one nipple while he plays with the other. you arch your back pushing your tits further into his face, he was right, you couldn’t get enough.

“I have an idea” he mumbles causing you to furrow your eyebrows

He sloppily reties your top and stands up, you move to your knees thinking he wanted head but a dark chuckle and a hand tilting your head up made you halt “Such a good girl, always ready for me,” he praises swiping a thumb over your bottom lip. “but I’m thinking something a little different honey, stand up” he commands tapping under your chin and taking your hand.

He walks you over to the lounge chair that your towel was drying on and he picks it up before sitting down and dragging you to sit in his lap. The towel gets draped around your lower back covering your lower halves. A wave of excitement rushes over your body as you see Vinnie reach for his waistband.

Vinnie’s perfect rock hard cock bounces against his abs leaving a drop of precum there and you almost drool. You drag your finger across his skin and swipe up the precum before putting it in your mouth with a smile.

He smirks cockily as he drags your hips to hover over his before pulling your bikini bottoms to the side and sliding you down onto his dick. “OH” you gasp in shock slapping your hands on his chest to steady yourself.

“Feel nice and full baby?” vinnie coos with his hands on your hips

“mmhm feel you in my tummy” you whine in pleasure.

“hmm that’s good,” he hums placing a soft kiss on your lips before pulling back and whispering “because you’re gonna stay there” against your lips.

“I’m gonna stay here?” you ask feigning confusion despite the fact you’ve been fantasizing about this for months.

“Yeah,” he says nudging your nose with his “you’re gonna sit there nice and snug around my cock while i play with these pretty tiddies” he mumbles brushing your lips with every word and failing to contain that devilish half smile that’s been sitting on his lips since he saw you.

“Oh.” you say failing to contain your excitement “I know you like that idea princess” he says with a kiss “so if you’re good, i’ll let you cum on my cock before i fuck your gorgeous tits”

You gasp and your walls flutter around him. “O-okay!” you say cheerily, wanting to be good so you can get your way.

“that’s my baby” he says smugly before kissing your cheek and untying your top. He takes your right nipple into his mouth and grabs your ass making you gasp.

“so hard to stay still when you make me feel so good ah-” you purr trying to butter him up but just cutting yourself off with a moan

He swirls his tongue around your nipple and grazes it with his teeth as he looks at you menacingly, pulling you closer by your ass and groping your left breast. you bite your lip but he feels the way you clench around him.

“lemme hear you” he mumbles against your skin bucking up into you. A whine flies from your lips and a smug look falls on vinnies features.

“good girl” he praises, knowing just how to make you tick.

He continues teasing your tits by leaving hickeys, biting them, licking them, kissing them, squeezing them, and pinching them until you were literally dripping in his lap

“vinnie” you whimper, earning his attention and a hum against your skin in response as his deep hazel eyes stare into yours

“need you, need you to take me, i’m so wet vin, i-” he bends his knees so that you fall forward and onto his chest and his cock is now nestled against the spot that sends you over the moon

“so messy for me baby why don’t you just let me slide this pretty pussy up and down on my cock?” he says smoothly

“Mmm” you moan into his ear grabbing his jaw with one hand and his bicep with the other

“my needy little girl” he praises as he fucks up into you drawing the prettiest whimpers and moans from you

“how can you even make cuddling sexy, ugh i love you” you whine, burying your face in his neck and bouncing yourself on his cock

“i can feel your tits on my chest baby, you feel how they bounce when you do?,”

“UNHH” you moan out nodding your head. Vinnie could see how gone you were, he loved to tease you when you got like this and you loved how dirty it made you feel

“fucking yourself dumb on my cock honey. was your pussy jealous of your tits? huh? pretty baby needs all my attention, bet that’s all you can think about is me and my cock. silly girl.” he gently smacks the side of your face to make sure you’re not too out of it.

You lift your head and the fucked out look on your face makes him moan and buck his hips up into you “Vinnieee,” you whine “i- i need to cum vin p-please”

Vinnie slips his hand down to your clit letting the other wrap around your throat but not before saying “if you want me to fuck your tits so bad we can just skip to that honey” with a chuckle.

“but don’t worry.” he mumbles before kissing your head and continuing “i’m feeling generous today” his finger circles your clit and your body is already so close to the edge you can feel it everywhere.

Moans flow from your lips like water from a tap and vinnie is drinking it right up. Your eyes roll back and you slowly stop bouncing until you’re just rocking your hips into his hand with his tip pressed up against your cervix.

“i- i-” you stutter causing vinnie to tighten his hand around your throat sending a shock through your body

“you what baby?” he coos with a smirk playing on his perfect lips

“i’m gonna cummm” you whimper to your boyfriend throwing your head back and grabbing one of your tits

“then look at me, and do it.” he says punctuating his sentence with upward thrusts

you meet his eyes catching your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyebrows furrow with a choked moan escaping the back of your throat as you cum.

Vinnie feels you begin to fall forward and allows it using the hand that’s wrapped around your throat to pull your lips to his as he continues his ministrations on your cunt. He quickly realizes the more you squirm and clench as you ride out your high the closer he’s getting and as much and he’d love to stay buried inside of you he wants to fuck your tits so bad.

It takes all the effort he can muster to not continue to fuck you on his dick, knowing you love his hands on your hips. he pulls you down on his dick once more stupidly bottoming out and filling you all the way up, drawing the hottest whine/moan fall against his lips in your sensitive state, making it even harder to stop himself from cumming deep inside of you.

“why’d you stop??” you pout at your boyfriends scrunched expression and tight grip on your hips

“shh can’t cum yet” he groans trying to relax a little, once he finally does he pulls out only for his thick veiny cock to rest on your stomach.

“tie those bottoms back on we’re going to my room little girl” he says devilishly smacking your ass

You gasp and nod but that’s not good enough this time.

“you speak when your spoken to angel c’mon” he reprimands in a flirty tone

“yes” you blurt out

“yes who?” he asks nipping your earlobe

“yes sir” you hum

“there’s my girl” he grins kissing your neck as he ties your bathing suit around your back.

you tie both of the strings on your hips back up as vinnie finishes tying behind your neck

you kneel up pretending to put your towel on so vinnie can resituate his hard cock in a way that you two can get inside with your situation undetected. He taps your thigh and you stand up both of you heading inside.

You miss the knowing looks your boyfriend receives from michael and patrick as the two of you make a b-line for his room. The door slams behind you and you go to remove your top before a gravely “Don’t.” stops you.

Vinnie walks up and grabs you by the neck kissing you feverishly as he massages your left breast feeling your heart pounding into his hand. he pulls back ever so slightly and whispers a commanding “open” and you comply.

He tightens his grip on your neck before spitting in your mouth and closing it with a gentle finger “swallow bunny.” he whispers and you do as if he has a spell on you.

he gropes your tits before pushing them together with a lip bite. “hold them there” he commands and you replace his hands with yours. “get on your knees” he mumbles staring into your eyes.

“Yes sir.” You obey kneeling down while maintaining eye contact and that expectant look. His fingers thread through your hair and his thumb strokes your cheek

“so pretty on your knees for me. always such a little slut for me” he praises tapping your cheek making you blush.

He frees his cock from its confines and drags it over the swell of your tits.

“letting me fuck your tits after marking you up. You’re so desperate to please me aren’t you honey.” he coos stroking your face with his thumb

“mmhm” you hum with fluttering eyes feeling flustered under vinnie’s stare. you blush when he pours lube on your chest becoming even more flustered when he begins to spread it around.

he guides his dick to your lips and tells you to spit on it before guiding his hand up and down his shaft. once it’s sufficiently lubricated he slips the tip between your tits thrusting upward. A gasp leaves your lips at the sensation.

“Oh babyy, fuck- holy shiit” he moans out as his cock slips between your soft pillowy mounds.

“does it feel good sir?” you ask innocently, amazed by the sounds pouring out for your boyfriends mouth just above your head and the feeling happening right below it.

“so good baby, knew you’d be so perfect for me,” he says gritting his teeth allowing his hand to find the hair at nape of your neck, grabbing it as you look up at him making him moan again just from the look on your face.

“look at my sweet girl,” he grunts lightly smacking your cheek before cupping your face and allowing his hair to slide into your hair again

“so good for me, letting me fuck these tits, sitting on my cock like a good girl when i was marking you up, always so needy for me-” he grumbles cutting himself off with a moan.

“love it so much, makes me feel so good” he continues. You stick your tongue out to lick his tip as it appears through your cleavage but he looks you in the eye and spits in your mouth again, you swallow before going back to lick his tip making him moan louder than expected.

He continues to thrust into your tits, the unusual sensation of him fucking a different body part has your cunt dripping and your mouth watering. “B-Baby, you’re doing s-so good for me” Vin groans as he gets closer to the edge.

“You look so hot right now. using me to get off,” you purr looking up at him to see the effects of your words “mmm you can do what ever you want to me.” you moan knowing your pushing him that much closer to the edge. His hand grips the side of your neck as he bucks his hips into your boobs harder than before.

“OH BABY- i uh- HOLY SHIT” he shouts cumming on your face and tits, you let him ride out his high as you listen to his huffs and groans. “wow honey, i-” he cuts himself off both of you feeling his cock twitch at the sight of you covered in his cum when he opens his eyes. You bite your lip trying not to smile at the way he always seems to want more of you.

Vinnie’s eyes light up as he gets an idea. “so pretty for me baby. so perfect.” he praises lowly as he slides his hand from your neck to your jaw, using his thumb to drag some of his cum to your lips. you open your mouth instinctually, sucking his thumb until it’s clean. “beautiful” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you softly.

He pulls back to stand up but the sound of your whine stops him. “kiss me more please” you pout “sir” you tack on for good measure.

Vinnie smiles before kissing you for a little while longer. “i gotta clean up my little mess baby c’mon” he mumbles against your lips, punctuating his sentence with a peck before helping you off the ground and guiding you to the bathroom.

The wet washcloth cleaning your skin is practically invisible to you. All you can think about is how wet you still are and how good your boyfriend looks when he’s focused.

“All clean princess” he informs, dropping a kiss to your forehead. “thank you handsome” you say with a soft smile. After your escapades today the two of you were fairly exhausted, Vinnie wanting nothing more than those cuddles he was looking for earlier but you had a slightly different idea.

Going into his t-shirt drawer you grab the softest shirt you can find and put it on as soon as your bikini hits the floor. Vinnie sits on his bed waiting for you with open arms. “No panties?” he questioned slightly confused by your choice.

“nope,” you reply brushing a hair from his eyes and kissing him “because i have a question for you.” you vaguely explain before kissing him again.

vinnie hums into the kiss before your words register in his brain “hmm? what’s your question pretty?” he asks but his eyes keep drifting to your lips.

“can we try cockwarming again but cuddly this time?” you mumble, suddenly shy.

“Of course baby, i was hoping you’d ask i’m still half hard from seeing you all covered in my cum” he smiles with a slight chuckle

A smile finds its way to your lips as he strips and makes grabby hands at you. You straddle vinnies hips before sinking down and humming in satisfaction. Vin releases a happy sigh and allows his hands to find your hips. “I think we were made for each other, fuck.” he says blissfully. “i think so too,” you agree leaning forward onto his chest letting out a surprised squeak at how well he fills you and how good this angle feels “both spiritually and physically because goddamn the way you feel inside of me-” you cut yourself off kissing the man before you sensually “is other worldly.” you conclude.

“Mmm and the way you take me every time. it’s like your pussy is a sheath for my cock.” he groans kissing your jaw.

You pull back to look at him with an amused smile “did you just insinuate that your dick is a sword?” you giggle

“mmhm” he nods seemingly proud of his analogy. “you’re lucky i can’t get enough of you” you warn him teasingly, poking the tip of his nose with yours.

“so lucky” he hums pulling you in for a kiss that turned into a soft make out that eventually dwindled into pecks as V finally got those cuddles he’d been hoping for. His fingers scratching up and down your back and his thumb from his other hand stroking your cheek had you so blissed out you could pass out.

“i wouldn’t be surprised if we wake up fucking because after today my brain has a lot of wet dream material” you mumble nonchalantly, cuddling deeper into his chest and drifting off.

“i just wanted cuddles” he laughs to himself basking in the perfection of the moment he’d been waiting for all day.

Is This An Easter Thing?

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Pairing: Backstage Pass!Bucky x Backstage Pass!Steve x f!reader

Words: 500

Warnings: Sex toy, Bucky and Steve being competitive and oblivious

A/N: Written for this anon ask: Hello!! I know it’s kinda late, but can you do a backstage pass Easter head cannon where princess hides an Easter egg that Bucky and Steve have to find. After turning the whole bus upside down she finally starts giving them hints. Eventually they realize she hide it in her and they have to eat it out 🥵🥵

If you like it, please give it a reblog! Your friendly neighborhood smut peddler loves that shit!

Backstage Pass Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ko-fi

Bucky’s eyeing you suspiciously, and Steve just looks confused.

“An egg?”

“Yes, Bucky. An egg.”

Steve frowns, “Is this an Easter thing? Because it’s not Easter anymore…”

“And why one egg?” Bucky asks. “I mean, who hides just one egg?”

“I do. Now shh. Listen,” you pause, slowly and deliberately you count five beats of silence in your head, “are you listening?”

They both shrug. “We hear you. Obviously,” Bucky says with an eye roll.

“You hear me, but you aren’t listening. SHH,” you repeat yourself with exasperation, “LISTEN.”

Another measured five count ticks by. Still, they just look at you expectantly.

You sigh, “Okay then. So there’s an egg hidden somewhere on this bus. You find it, you get the prize.”

You flop down on the couch, and watch them ransack the bus, completely absorbed in the “contest.” Normally they’d have easily noticed the sweat dotting your forehead, the way your breath hitches, or the buzzing noise coming from your guts.

The sound would be imperceptible to anyone else, but Bucky and Steve should easily have been able to hear it.

But they’re too focused on competing right now. It’d make you laugh if you could focus on anything but the vibrating egg inside your pussy.

Just thinking about it makes your breath catch in your throat. You squirm in place, clenching your thighs together to get some pressure, some friction on your aching clit.

Bucky is in the middle of pulling Clint’s mattress out of the frame when his head shoots up, like a wolf scenting some particularly tasty bit of prey.

Which is, in essence, what has occurred.

His nostrils flare, and he cocks his head. Standing stock still, he rumbles at Steve, “Shut up a second, man.” Bucky draws in a long, slow breath and holds it, head bowed in concentration, his face hidden by the curtain of his long hair.

“I hear something… What is that?” Steve looks around curiously.

Bucky’s blue eyes are intense when his head snaps in your direction. “You,” he growls, the word rumbles out of his throat, and goes right to your cunt.

He stalks toward you, skidding to his knees at your feet. Your pants are shredded and you’re on your back with his fingers inside of you before you can even gasp his name. He hooks the tail of the toy, and pulls it out of you slowly.

Steve gasps, “Oh, that’s a dirty trick, doll!”

“I told you everything you needed to know,” you moan, “you two were too busy competing with each other to listen.” They both look down at the little black egg, shiny with your juices, and humming loudly in the open air. “See?”

“You’re just mad you lost, Stevie,” Bucky gloats. “What’d I win?”

“You get to use it on me.” Before you even finish the thought, he’s shoving it back inside of you, and chasing it with his tongue.

Steve pouts, “What about me though?”

You groan deeply, “You get to watch.”

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