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Warnings: Daddy kink, rough sex, choking, name calling, dirty talking (a.k.a I am in heaven)
A/N: Got this from an anon: “Daddy!Kink for Bruce? He’s trying to work and reader is prancing around in lingerie, teasing him to no end.” I have always found Bruce just daddy af, so this is my jam.
Just because Bruce Wayne, your fiance of two years, was Batman didn’t mean he couldn’t pay attention to you. You were not needy most of the time, but it has almost been two weeks since you and Bruce have had sex and you were going crazy. Yeah, Black Mask was trying to bring in huge shipments of cocaine from Mexico and Bruce was trying to track it, but that didn’t mean he should stop having sex with you.
“Bruce?” You asked, walking down the cold steps to the Batcave, only wearing a baggy sweatshirt and tiny panties. Now these weren’t just regular old panties, these were the ones that, along with the matching red lacy bra, were Bruce’s favorite. There was just a grunt of response. Working, of course. You walked down the steps and up to the computer. Bruce was still in his suit, his black hair messy, he must have just gotten in. He seemed to be reading something but you weren’t interested. “Bruce,” you whined, resting your chin on his shoulder. “You missed dinner.”
“When don’t I miss dinner?” He had a fair point. You started to try and rub his neck but the metal was getting in your way.
“Bruce take off the suit so I can rub your neck.” He didn’t even respond, just narrowed his eyes, focusing on what he was reading. “Babe,” you whined, sitting down in his lap and grabbing his face, trying in vain to get him to look at you. He didn’t. “Bruce I’m pregnant.”
“No you’re not, you haven’t missed a single period since you started your new birth control method.” You sighed, your hands falling.
Summary: Bucky gets back from a trip and has a little present for you.
Warnings: Language, light smut, toy play, and I think that’s it
A/N: This is part of the @bucky-plums-barnes 100 Kinks Challenge for Bucky’s Birthday! I hope it’s not terrible. It’s the first thing I’ve written in months.
“You got me a present?” You smiled up at your boyfriend who had just returned from a three week mission. You were currently following him into the bedroom and you were ecstatic that he was finally home. He chuckled and dropped his bag on the bed once the two of your were in room. “I might have gotten you a little something.” He smirked as he set his bag down on the floor. Bucky then reached into his bag and pulled out a small pink box, placing in it the palm of your hand. “Open it, Princess.”
You plopped down on the bed and started to pull on the ribbons surround the box. When you remove the lid your eyes go a little wide and you can’t help but smile. “You knew I’ve been wanting one of these.” You lifted up a small gem plug and smirked up at Bucky. “And the gem is pink. My favorite.” You pulled Bucky by his shirt and brought his lips down to yours. The kiss soon turned heated and Bucky was resting in between your legs. His lips started to place soft kisses to your neck, making you release a soft moan. “What do you say we try it out sweetheart?” You excitedly nodded your head and rolled over onto your stomach.
Bucky’s hands automatically go to the hem of your shorts pulling them down swiftly. He then grabbed your hips pulling them up before placing a firm smack to your ass. You moaned out as he repeated the action to your other cheek. You sighed out happily as his lips kissed down your lower back until the reached the hem of your panties. He took the material between his teeth and began to pull back on the fabric, pulling them off of you.
“God I’ve missed this ass.” Bucky placed a kiss to the red mark on your cheek the proceed to lean back up. “Get it wet for me baby.” He held the plug up to your lips and you leaned forward taking it into your mouth. You moaned softly around the piece as you swirled your tongue around it.
Once he pulled it from your mouth he went back to your ass and swirled the tip of it over your hole. “Fuck Bucky. Stick it in my ass baby please.” And with that Bucky slowly started to push the plug into you, watching your tight hole spread. You moaned out as he started to push and pull the toy in and out. “You’re so fucking tight, Y/N.” Reaching your hand back you spread your ass a little wider for him. “It feel so good baby.”
After teasing you with the toy Bucky finally pushed it all the way in and smirked. “Pretty little jeweled ass.” He once again placed a hard smack to your cheek making you whimper out at the pleaser. In the next moment he ran his finger your clit, rubbing small circles. “How much did you miss me, Princess? How much did you miss my cock?” You looked back over your shoulder and gave him a pleasing look. “So much baby. I thought about you every night. I missed your cock filling me.”
And with that Bucky’s fingers left your clit and you groaned at the loss of contact. You looked over to see him putting on his jacket. The act surprised you and you were a little irritated to be honest. “James Buchanan Barnes, what are you doing?” He did nothing but chuckles as he zipped his jacket back up. “Come on sweetheart. We are going out to dinner and while we do I want you to keep that pretty jewel in.” You looked at him a little shocked and you were where starting to get turned on by the action.
“Get dressed, Y/N. I’ll be waiting in the living room and when we get back I plan on having you for dessert.”
the last time i visited my mom, she asked me to take my sister to her flute lesson because she needed to crash. flute teacher lives in this really nice house with a really adorable big fluffy white dog – teacher warns me that the dog is a rescue and had been abused by a previous owner so he doesn’t like new people and it’s not anything personal. so i’m not trying to pet or get in his space, just doing that silly pet-talk at dog level from across the room: ‘whos a gorgeous dog!! what a sweetie!’ it’s out of habit more than anything, and i don’t want to seem threatening and scare the poor thing. dog immediately bounds right over, tail ablur, licking and sniffing and leaning into my hand for pets. then he’d lap around the house and bolt back over for more pets. for my sisters whole lesson, i had a very insistent new friend who needed 100% of my attention at all times, especially in pet form. and i’ll tell you, no one’s approval has ever meant more to me than the approval of that abused dog.
(oh, oh oh) just a couple kids on the summer street chasing around to a flicker beat makin’ mistakes that were made for us we brushed the off like paper cuts
you said you’re sick and tired of it but i need you more than night and day (oh, oh, oh) i miss you every single way we said forever but forever wouldn’t wait for us
you were my last young renegade heartache it only took one night caught in the eye of a hurricane, darling we had to say goodbye
(oh, woah, oh) (oh, oh, oh) underneath the lights of the motorway that’s where i go to keep your ghost away we used to be such a burden flame now we’re just smoke in the summer rain
you said you’re sick and tired of it but i need you more than night and day (oh, oh, oh) i miss you every single way we said forever but forever wouldn’t wait for us
you were my last young renegade heartache it only took one night caught in the eye of a hurricane, darling we had to say goodbye i wanna know that you’re somewhere out there somewhere down this road you were my last young renegade heartache how could i let you how could i let you go
(oh, woah, oh) you were the best thing that ever happened to me and i’ll keep on fighting just to make you believe
you were my last young renegade heartache it only took one night caught in the eye of a hurricane, darling we had to say goodbye i wanna know that you’re somewhere out there someone down this road you were my last young renegade heartache how could i let you how could i let you don’t want to let you i’ll never let you go
I was currently in the middle of a typical conversation with Xavier, Kofi and Big E which normally included me trying to catch my breath from laughing hysterically it didn’t matter how bad of a mood I was in before I ran into the trio they always knew how to make me smile and make my day better, It was currently a conversation about how Big E ruined his chances with a girl while on a date with her and ripping a bag of Cheetos out of her hands “You did not!” I said towards E “She had my Cheetos!” He said defensively “It was a date!” I said “My man is serious when it comes to his Cheetos..” Xavier chipped in “Apparently..” I said and I noticed my very sad looking boyfriend, Finn sitting on an empty crate staring at us “I gotta go..”I said excusing myself
“Aw.. Cheer up buttercup..” i said as I made my way over to Finn He smiled slightly “Hi love..” He greeted me with open arms “You okay?” I asked concerned and he nodded slightly “Just ready to get out of here..” He said and I pulled back to look him in the eyes “You just got here..” I said he literally had just gotten to the venue less than an hour ago “Yes and Now i’m ready to leave” He snapped which was unusual coming from him, He was normally in such a happy and positive mood even with everything happening with his shoulder injury a few months ago, I don’t know how he managed to stay so positive during it all “Okay.. Okay.. We’ll leave..” I said “No.. You stay.. I’ll go..” He said and I looked at him strangely “Finn..” I said and he stood up kissing me gently before beginning to walk away “Love you…” He said “Love You” I said confused
What has gotten into him? I thought to myself which is how I managed to find my way into the Women’s locker room and sitting on the floor in front of becky and Charlotte as they got ready for their matches later in the evening “Maybe He’s cheating..” Charlotte said and I glared at her “Charlotte!” Becky scolded “What? It’s a possibility” She said sternly “No! It’s not.. I know him better than anybody and He wouldn’t even entertain that thought..” Becky said “Maybe coming here was just too much for him to handle..” Bayley said quietly and I looked at her, Maybe she was right.. Maybe it was all too much for him to come back
After the show I knew I needed to skip out on the going out with the roster for drinks and head straight to the hotel to figure out what was going on with Finn.. As I entered the hotel room it was quiet I looked around seeing the terrace door open and I smiled slightly as I walked out to see Finn sitting in one of the wicker chairs in the dark over looking the city skyline “Hey..” I said as I walked up to him and sat on his lap “I thought you were going out with the crew..”He said “Without you? are you kidding?” I asked with a laugh “Hasn’t stopped you before..” He said “What’s gotten into you?” I asked and he shook his head “it’s nothing..” He said dismissing my question “Am I supposed to believe that?” I asked “It’s stupid.. You’ll think I’m an idiot”He said “Try me..” I said and he looked at me once more before taking a deep breath “I miss you.. I miss being with you, I miss the long drives from city to city every night, I miss the feeling of your arms wrapping around me the second I come back through the curtain every night, I miss going out with the roster and showing you off and knowing that you’re mine, I miss everything..” He said and I felt the tears streaming down my cheeks “I’m still here..” I said “Yeah but I’m not.. Since I got injured it’s put a lot of things in my life in perspective and I realized just how much You actually mean to me and with you being on the road all the time by yourself it’s left me at the apartment alone and I don’t want you to move on..” He said “Move on from what?” I asked “Me..” He said fearfully and I looked at him he had tears forming in his eyes “Listen to me Devitt…” I said as he looked at me “I’m not moving on from you.. Not ever.. You are my first love, My first time, My world, and yes you annoy the hell out of me at times but I wouldn’t want it any other way.. So don’t you worry about me moving on because it’s not gonna happen” I said and he nodded “The only moving We get to do is moving forward with our future..” He said and I smiled before kissing him “Marry me..” He said simply and I smiled “In a heart beat..” I said looking at him “but I want a ring first..” I said and he nodded in agreement “You’ll get that ring soon..” He said
↳ Genre: Fluff | ↳ Word Count: 1.3k | ↳ Characters: Jeno x Reader: |
↳ Summary: hello! could you write smth where you and jeno keep having the longest skype calls together until like one in the morning and it gets really sweet bc u start saying things that you admire about each other or smth (it can be friendly or like where you’re dating whatever you would like) and yeah haha thank you so much!!!
↳ Author’s Note: THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG IM SO SORRY ANON IM SO SO SORRY I HOPE YOU DONT HATE ME,, Also happy (belated) birthday to nct’s eye smile king
When I reached out almost twenty one days ago
It was the first time in a while
I was hanging onto the last words you said-
That I was special to you.
That I was the kind of girl that you never wanted out of your life.
You asked me to please reach out soon
To call you up and you would take me to supper and that if I ever needed anything,
You would be there for me
Those words were heavy, deeper than the sea
They hit me in a place where I was vulnerable and weak
And I held onto them
I continued to care for you
I cried so many tears missing you
I prayed for you every night
Some nights curling up in a ball, crying out to God and asking Him why I couldn’t have you
[I still don’t know why.]
And at first when I came back
My mind was drugged at the euphoric thought of having you back
[Maybe it wasn’t even real all along-
Maybe it was just a fantasy]
But I have to look at the facts now.
These last few weeks, my phone has been silent
Barely a careless, discarded word or two from you
Conversations you start without replying
It leaves me hanging on and
That’s not fair
Because based on the evidence of your actions
I can come to these conclusions:
You don’t care like you used to and
I don’t mean a thing to you.
[maybe i never did]
It h u r t s.
I thought coming back to you would heal the growing ache in me
But it only made it worse
You are cold now
A winter wind
An empty, dark room
And I don’t want to shiver in your iciness anymore
So if you ever wonder why I am gone
I am writing this poem to let you know
I never stopped caring for you-
I just realized
You didn’t care for me
And I had to let go of you.
it starts out with small things. unanswered texts and late nights at work. things she can excuse. his phone must have died, or he saw it and forgot to respond, or he’s in a meeting and can’t respond. he’s got extra projects he has to do and he works so hard, he’s so responsible, he’s trying, he’s really trying. and it keeps happening. and sometimes it takes hours for him to respond, or he won’t respond at all, no matter how many messages she sends, and he works late almost every night and starts going into the office on the weekends. and then he starts to miss her calls, and he can’t seem to meet her eyes when she talks to him and her stomach catches in her throat. but she closes her eyes and clenches her fists and tells herself, he loves you he loves you he loves you he loves you and he must because she’s given up everything to be with him, her home and her friends and her education, and he’s working so hard he must be tired and it’s hard to have conversations after a long day at the office and he must be doing well if he has all this extra work to do and he’s working hard for both of them and he loves you he still loves you he must he must he must.
why are you always working late noora asks him one night and he shrugs and takes a sip of scotch and answers boss is just putting a lot more pressure on me. she nods and it’s silent for a second but she needs to know she needs to know so she tells him i understand but do you have to stay late every single night, you know i miss you and he sets down his glass hard and glares and tells her and says what do you want me to do? i can’t start slacking this job is too important and she snaps that yes i get that it’s important but what about us? isn’t that important to you to? and he drains his glass and doesn’t answer. and noora doesn’t ask about it again but as time goes on and he’s staying late again and he has to go out to dinner with his coworkers and no you shouldn’t come along it’s all gonna be about work stuff and it’ll be boring for you it becomes less disappointed and more of course, of course you’re going out again of course you can’t spend time with me and she gets more frustrated because it’s like he’s in london and she never even left norway and she gave up everything for them to be together so he should fucking act like he wants them to be together and finally one night when she’s waiting for him to come home she thinks i wish i had stayed in norway and the thought terrifies her. and then william comes home and lays down next to her on the bed smelling and sounding like one too many drinks, and she pretends she’s asleep so she doesn’t have to look at him.
sometimes she wonders if it’s her fault. if she had been kinder, more patient, more docile, if she was more supportive. if she put her needs before his more. and she tries. she tries so hard to understand. she pours his drinks and kisses him when he comes home late and paints a smile on her face and goes to parties with him and talks with his work friends no matter how condescending they are, and goes home and fucks him whenever he wants and for a while, she thinks that it’s working. he’s happier when he comes home and answers her texts. and then he calls her and tells her he needs to spend the night at the office, and doesn’t answer her texts the next day, and noora realizes that they’re back where they started.
she stops eating again. or, she eats less. she has breakfast with william in the mornings and sometimes has a salad or some fruit for lunch, but she sits on the couch and waits for him to come home every night with some shitty soap opera on in the background and she forgets to eat dinner. and then she stops getting out of bed to have breakfast in the mornings, and then she stops getting out of bed at all, and forgets to shower or brush her teeth or her hair and just lies in bed. and waits. and waits for him to come back. and she thinks of vilde with her blonde hair and her endless optimism, asking her if william is good enough for her, and eva, saying how she needed to find out who she was on her own, and chris and sana exchanging looks when she tells them that she’s going to london with william. and she thinks of eskild and linn and mari and iben and sara and hartvig nissen and everyone and everything she’s left behind. to be with someone who can’t even look her in the eye anymore, who holds his disappointment and anger in every movement he makes towards her. and she keeps hearing vilde’s voice is in her head. do you think he’s good enough for you?
Summary: Slightly smutty, one-shot based off of the lyrics
to the Halestorm song I Get Off.
Word Count: 1,523
(Y/H/L) is your hair length
(Y/H/C) is your hair color
“You don’t know that I
know you watch me every night, and I just can’t resist the urge to stand here
in the light. Your greedy eyes upon me, and then I come undone. I could close
the curtain, but this is too much fun.”
Spencer had moved to a new house closer to the BAU about a
month ago. Only after a week of living there he had gone to his room to go to
sleep, he saw through the window that his next door neighbor was a beautiful woman.
Not meaning to, he was watching her change.
She was seriously beautiful. She had (Y/H/L) (Y/H/C) hair.
From what he could see she had a nice ass, nice looking breasts, and just all
around a great body. He felt a slight twitch in his pajama pants as he
absentmindedly watched, that pulled his attention from the woman next door. He
could have sworn she noticed him looking, so he quickly turned off the lights,
closed the curtains, and went to bed.
What was wrong with him? You don’t just stand there watching
your next door neighbor change! He scolded himself until he went to sleep. Soon
enough it became almost a usual occurrence that he would find the beautiful woman
next door changing. Sometimes it was a little different. Sometimes he could
slightly hear music coming from her bedroom and noticed her dancing
seductively, stripping every now and then.
Did she know that he liked to watch her? He didn’t think so.
What kind of woman would be okay with that? He needed to stop himself. One
Friday he walked into his room and noticed a different scene across the way.
This time she was naked and playing with herself. A groan escaped his mouth.
His member started to grow hard.
He didn’t notice as his hand absentmindedly slipped into his
pajama pants. He shouldn’t be doing this, but he couldn’t help himself. He
slowly ran his hand along his growing length. Though it was so wrong, it felt
so right. His hand wrapped around his member and slowly ran his hand up and
down his length.
As he continued to watch her playing with herself, her
movements sped up. Her mouth was in a perfect ‘o’ shape. He could only assume
she was moaning out in pleasure. His movements sped up to match hers. For a
moment he could have sworn she looked at him with a smirk, but as soon as it
could have happened she was focused into her own movements and pleasure once
more. It was as if it didn’t happen.
Simultaneously, they sped up their actions until they
reached their ends. Spencer couldn’t believe that just happened. He couldn’t
believe he had just done that. Quickly, he closed his curtains and went to
“There’s so much left
unspoken between the two of us. It’s so much more exciting to look when you can’t
touch. You could say I’m different, maybe I’m a freak, but I know how to twist
you to bring you to your knees.”
A few months had passed. Spencer would find his neighbor
doing something in front of the window anytime he was home and in his room. No
matter what he couldn’t help but touch himself when watching her. She was just
so beautiful. He hoped she never actually saw him, because he knew that would
be super awkward. However, he also couldn’t help but think she knew he watched;
or that he would pleasure himself while watching her.
He had been a little too obviously happy at work and ended
up confiding in Morgan about his neighbor. However, instead of saying the truth
he said it was just in his dreams. He told Morgan that he found himself
dreaming about his beautiful neighbor and then just woke up happy. Morgan, of
course, joked about how he should probably meet the woman he’s having wet
dreams about. Morgan also suggested Reid talk to Garcia to get some information
on his neighbor. Reid was too nervous to talk to Garcia about it, so he never
When he got home that night, he had a burst of confidence to
go over and really talk to his neighbor. He looked in the mirror and made sure
he looked okay. Only then did he walk over and knocked on the door. When the
door opened he saw his neighbor standing there. She was wearing short shorts,
that her butt cheeks fell out of, and a sports bra. The sight of her caused his
member to start to harden. He cursed under his breath and smiled at her.
“Hi, my name is Spencer. I’ve seen you around a few times
and thought I would finally introduce myself. You’re incredibly beautiful.” He
blushed and looked down as he couldn’t stop the last comment from coming out.
When he looked back up, she was smirking. “W-What?”
“Come here.” She said, beckoning him closer with her finger.
He slowly stepped closer to her. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I
know you watch me every night. You won’t wanna miss it tonight.” With that she
carefully pushed him away and closed the door. His mouth was open in shock. She
knew he was watching?
He stumbled back into his house shocked. His mind raced. Why
would she do that? The thoughts wouldn’t stop coming. Why would she tell him to
watch tonight? How long had she known that he would watch her? He was tempted
to just close his curtains and not take a peek. Then he remembered how she
sounded and how she looked.
His length had grown hard and made it feel uncomfortable
wearing pants. His member begged him to see what she had to offer tonight. She
was definitely different. Spencer wouldn’t call her a freak, just different. He
wasn’t used to meeting women like her. He tried to calm down his desire, but
that didn’t work. Instead, he walked to his room and stripped out of his
clothes to change into his pajamas.
He was distracted when grabbing pajama pants as his neighbor
stepped into view of the window. He knew he should look away, but he couldn’t
help himself. She strutted into view only wearing some sexy lingerie. Spencer’s
breath caught in his throat. He didn’t even know this woman’s name. He went to
pull his pajama pants on, but saw her shake her head. With that, he dropped
He grabbed the chair from his desk and sat in the view of
the window as she did. Tonight was definitely different. She put a finger to
her lips to say “shh” before walking away quickly. She returned with various
sex toys. He had never seen her use those. He knew tonight would be great just
as she promised.
What you don’t know,
what you can’t see, is what I do for you I do for me. I get off on you, getting
off on me, give you what you want, but nothing is for free. It’s a give and
take, kind of love we make, when the line is crossed, I get off. I get off.”
Spencer spent the night getting off on how his neighbor was
pleasuring herself. They would look at each other from their windows, just
moaning out. Neither of them could hear the other, but Spencer imagined how she
sounded and that just made him go a little more crazy.
After they were done, they both closed their curtains and
went to sleep. The next morning Spencer woke up and went to work. Morgan, JJ,
and Prentiss were talking to someone. Reid walked up to the group with a smile.
The group opened and he was surprised to see who they were talking to.
“Oh, hello, Dr. Reid.” She said with a hint of a smirk.
“You two know each other?” Prentiss asked as Morgan gave
Spencer a look.
“Oh, he’s my next door neighbor. He finally introduced himself
yesterday.” She said. His pants began to feel a little tighter and he cursed
himself for the nightly activities.
“What are,” he paused and cleared his throat before speaking
again. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t hear? I’m the newest member of your team.” She
said with a smile. Spencer quickly walked away to the bathroom.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” He whispered to himself. Once
in the bathroom, he tried to compose himself.
“So let me guess, (Y/N) is the neighbor you’ve been dreaming
about.” Morgan said with a smirk.
“Yeah…why did she join the team?” Spencer asked softly.
“Same reason we did, kid. Are you gonna be okay with this?”
Morgan asked, cautiously.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Spencer said then walked back out
towards his desk. He was stopped by her on the way. Her body hid her movements,
but her hand slid over his crotch and she leaned in to whisper in his ear
“As much fun as it is getting off on you getting off on me,
why don’t you come over some night?” With that she walked away to Hotch’s