Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Word count: 6.5k
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“Again? Didn’t we
already talk about this?” your mother scolded with a sigh, as you two entered
your small apartment.
She had gotten a call
from work at the rehab centre, that you had gotten into another fight with the
kids at your school. And this became an alarming concern to her since this was
the third time this month that you had fought with others.
“I didn’t mean too…”
the nine-year-old you sniffled, as you shyed away from your mother’s harsh
“Y/n this is the third
time this month that your school has called me!” your mother exclaimed tiredly
from the kitchen, getting ready to prepare dinner for the two of you.
“I’m sorry,” you
whispered from your spot on the sofa, trying to withhold your tears. You knew
your mother hated when you got into fights – you didn’t even like it either,
but the kids always picked on you. You just wanted them to stop…
“You said you were
sorry last time.”
“I know…” you mumbled
“Then why do you keep
fighting?” she frustrated. “No matter what those kids say, you don’t put your
hands on them.”
“But they wouldn’t
“Then tell the
“They hit me first,”
you interrupted. This caused your mother to pause in the middle of her
“Why?” she asked in
“They just wouldn’t
stop saying those horrible things, even though I begged them…” you said as your tears started to fall.
As they walked along the bridge Adrien glanced between Marinette and the locks shining gold in the afternoon sunlight. “My father would say this bridge is an eyesore…” Marinette looked at him in surprise. “well not the bridge so much as all the locks. ‘An immature, sentimental act committed by delinquents that ruins the bridge’s otherwise elegant appearance’ - or something like that.” “Oh…” Marinette gazed at all the locks with a slight frown. “I like the locks though,” Adrien continued nervously, “there’s a lot of negative… ideas associated with locks: having secrets, being locked out, being trapped…” he looked down at the wood planks as they passed under his feet, and then at Marinette walking thoughtfully beside him. “but someone decided to use them to symbolize something good: safety, commitment…love… it’s just… it's…” Adrien’s voice trailed off as he watched Marinette tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and wrap her arms around herself. “Romantic?” She finished, looking up at him with a smile. Adrien felt his face warm and he looked away, “Yeah.”
(Artist note: I imagine Adrien has had a lot of bad dreams involving locks and has looked up the symbolism behind it. Marinette probably has had some such dreams herself, but not nearly as bad or as often.)
Xhosa people are a Bantu ethnic group from South Africa. The name “Xhosa” comes from that of a legendary leader and King called uXhosa. There are approximately 8 million Xhosa people in South Africa, and the Xhosa language is the countries second most-populous language in the country, after Zulu.
Xhosa women have a history of wearing traditional head wraps, that would increase in size as the woman aged. For special events, the head wraps would be even large and more elaborate than usual.
KAYAPO COURAGE: “The Amazon tribe has beaten back ranchers and gold miners and famously stopped a dam. Now its leaders must fight again or risk losing a way of life.” ~ Chip Brown. photography by Martin Schoeller - full story & gallery via National Geographic (January 2014)
“YNHIRE expresses his identity as a warrior with a headdress of parrot feathers.”
“BEPRO wears the beads and cotton-wrapped earrings that boys receive as part of their naming ceremony.”
“ROPNI, an internationally known chief, is one of the few Kayapo who still wear the mahogany lip plate.”
“PHNH-OTI has an inverted V shaved into her scalp, a ceremonial female practice.”
“BEPRAN-TI wears an impressive display of feathers for his betrothal ceremony, a Kayapo rite of passage.”
“MEKARON-TI, the great chief, speaks Portuguese and is a powerful advocate for his people.”
You’re at a party talking to some of your shared friends.
And Harry is next to you, his hand around your hips softly but lowkey protectively.
And he has a drink in the other hand, his ring-clad fingers wrapped around the round class, leaving smudges in the condensation, the metal of his jewelry clinking against the glass. He smells like Dolce Gabana, wine and smoke bc he took a swig from Ben’s cig.
And you’re talking about school and life and stuff and he leans in and his hair tickles the back of your jaw and ears. It’s starting to grow back out, little curls struggling to wrap around his ears.
His breath is cold from the ice in his drink as he talks. “I’m gonna go talk to Alexa for a bit, yeah? Haven’t seen her in a while.”
And you murmur a quick “okay,” feeling the warmth of his body slide away from you but you don’t worry bc you know he’ll be fine.
After a while you glance around the flat to see where he is, spotting him at the bar surrounded by a couple of people and tipping back tequila shots with someone like a pro.
It’s a race, apparently, as you see a row of shots laid out before him and he tosses them back as fast as possible, his jaw clenching and face scrunching up at the sour taste, but he shakes it off with a shudder of his broad shoulders. He flips the tiny glass upside down on the marble counter, reaching for a blue snowman cup filled with orange juice.
He’s going at it hard– it’s evident even from far away. Sweat has matted his hairline and beads his forehead, his lips a cherry pinkish red, his cheeks flushed lightly and his pupils are blown out of proportion.
The people around him cheer him on, one of his family buddies filling up more glasses and sliding them towards him. The guy opposite him is tipping them back hella hard, too, being ahead of Harry by three hits.
Alexa is standing behind him, massaging his shoulders and giving him a rough pep talk. You see Harry nod his head hazily, smiling all watery and drunk off his ass as his fingers go up to his shirt, popping the first three buttons air out some heat.
He then downs two shots, making an audible grunt as he slams them down on the tabletop, the cheering around him swelling. You smile softly because it’s good to see him so happy and carefree. He deserves some hardcore fun after all his hard work on the movie.
Some more time passes as you talk Christmas plans with Gemma, who had arrived right after Harry had won the tequila contest.
You turn your head to check up on him again and your words lodge in your throat.
He’s gripping a booze bottle by the neck, a sparkler shoved into the top. Alexa is next to him, smoking a cig, and to your horror, you see him stick his tongue all the way out, making a beeline for the end of the lit cigarette. When Alexa backs up, laughing, shaking her head at him, he veers off course, his sights set on the crackling sparkler instead.
“Harry!” You call over the thumping music, scrambling up from the couch with a quick apology to Gemma and pacing towards him.
You get there just in time to snatch the popping firework off the bottle, putting it out and setting it on the nearest table.
“Have you gone mental?” You screech quietly, prying the booze from his big, clumsy hand as he pouts his ruby lips and puts on his puppy dog eyes.
“Y/NNNNNN,” he slurs, stomping one of his feet and coughing thickly, “s'just some fun, sweetheart. Liven up, would ya?”
“Swallowing a goddamn firecracker and licking a lit cigar is your idea of fun?” You snort in disbelief, grabbing at his arm as he teeters on his feet.
“Ooooh,” Alexa hums dangerously, chuckling as you scold him. “Someone’s in big trouble.”
You roll your eyes at her playfully. “You have no idea.”
You tug Harry away from the bar, heading towards the first bathroom you see. He stumbles over his feet behind you, whining half-heartedly. At one point you pass Sandy, who whistles over at you both.
“You gon’ get a spankin’, Styles? Been a bad boy?”
Harry gives him a toothy grin, throwing the man a lazy wink. “You know it, mate.”
He then proceeds to slap his rear several times, releasing a high-pitched moan. “Oh, baby, just like that! I’ve been such a bad baby boy! Whip me into shape, please. I’m begging you!”
His friends burst into a roar, causing your cheeks flush.
“Come on, you bugger.” You tug him harshly, continuing your journey to the loo.
The door swings open and you shove him through it, locking it behind you. He wobbles over to lean on the marble counter, knuckling at his wide eyes as he giggles messily.
The bathroom is spotless, much to your surprise. Alexa had really gone all out for this party. You grab a linen towel from a big basket near the jacuzzi bathtub, wetting it under the faucet and drifting towards Harry, who is distracted childishly with his dog tag, tugging and twisting at it.
You dab the warm cloth onto his forehead, wiping the dried sweat and sliding it down his jaw and around his mouth to rid of the residue of liquor.
He behaves obediently, reaching up to play with the ends of your hair, tugging at it every now and then, his eyes quickly flitting up to yours to see your reaction. You wipe down his neck and the exposed bit of his chest until he’s fairly clean. You toss the towel in the dirty hamper, buttoning up his shirt once again and finger combing his floppy mop of semi-curls, then massaging his ears in small, long, circular motions.
He hums appreciatively, blinking sluggishly down at you and grinning like a fool. “S'good. You’re good, I mean. With your hands. You’re good with tour hands.”
“Oh, am I really?” You cock an eyebrow, amused at the suggestiveness of his words, even though he didn’t mean them in such way.
He nods his head quickly a few times, not catching on immediately, but the idea eventually dawns on him, eyes going even bigger. “Oh, wait! No, I didn’t– I, like…Not like that or anything! I meant it as in you’re good at massaging my ears, not my dick.”
“So I’m not good at handies, is what you’re saying?” You pout with fake hurt, looking down at your feet.
“What? No! No, you’re amazing, darling! You’re amazing at getting me off! It’s just that, at this moment, I didn’t mean it like that. But you aren’t bad, I swear. You’re real good at massaging everything– anything– I just–” He babbles aimlessly, seeming like a deer caught in headlights.
It makes you smile. “I know, dumbass. I know what you mean.”
“Okay, good,” he sighs in relief, looking down as you sift your fingers with his. “You’re good.”
You nod slowly, kissing his forehead with care. He squeezes your hands gently, melting into your body as you kiss all over his face.
“You’re…so good to me.” He glubs, his tongue suddenly losing feeling inside his mouth. His eyes slowly trail up to yours, his teeth worrying the inside of his bottom lip. “You’re…” Harry takes one of your hands, setting it over his belt buckle. “Incredible.”
You get the memo right away, your fingers toying with the metal bit of the accessory. “Yeah? How incredible?”
His breathing is hitching in his throat, his stomach making faint churning noises as the alcohol settles into his system. A hiccup jolts his shoulders, his eyebrows scrunching at the spontaneous motion. Your hand is already worked into his pants, fingers cupping him over his briefs. He’s hot and heavy over the fabric, twitching with excitement.
You grope him roughly, repeating your question. “How incredible, H?”
His eyes flick up and down between your actions below and your eyes up top, dopily picking at the nails on his long fingers. “Really incredible. Don’t–” he swallows heavily, chipping off a large piece of the black nail polish you had helped him coat on a couple days back. “Don’t deserve you sometimes.”
You’re movements stop and an objecting whimper strings out from him immediately.
“What d'you mean you don’t deserve me?” You question quietly, reaching your free hand up to cup his jaw, your heart melting when he cradles it into your palm.
“S'like…” He trails off, sniffling faintly and you remember how sentimental he can get when he gets drunk.
“It’s like what, baby?” You nudge gently, smiling up at him with soft encouragement.
Harry’s breathing becomes more controlled as he switches hands now, all of the nail lacquer chipped clean off his right hand. “Can you…can you keep going?”
“Can you…” He clenches his thighs, bringing your attention down to his swollen prick. You hadn’t realized how badly it had started to throb. He looks away shyly, cheeks and neck strawberry red as he asks you to keep jerking him off.
“Sure, Har. Feels nice? Helps you think a little better?” You dip inside his underwear, tugging his wet shaft out of its confinements and pumping it slowly.
“Y-Yeah,” He sighs shakily, hands trembling. He throws his head back against the light, lavender wall, the muscle inside his jaw ticking. “Oh, fuck yeah…”
“Now what’s this whole–” You give him a small squeeze just below the head, thumbing a couple of times over his leaking hole, just how he likes it, “thing about not deserving me?”
“S'just…after I got off on break, I said I had done it to spend more time with youuu-oh!” His hips give a tight buck into your cupped hand and he’s obviously trying to control himself.
“And then I took up the m-movie deal. And you…you weren’t even angry at me? I did it out of no where and you were nothing but happy, even though I broke the promise…” He’s sniffling again, wiping his nose along his shoulder with the shirt sleeve. “You did nothing but support me when I just left you hanging like that and I don’t deserve your patience. I leave you all by yourself to go on tour, get off of tour and then leave you again to do a movie and you haven’t said one bad thing and I just…And then now, having to deal with me drunk off my ass and trying to eat a fucking cig, for Christ’s sake! I don’t–”
“Bullshit.” You state, your tone so strict to the point where he jumps slightly. “I knew that dating you would come with this and I did it anyways because I love you. You never have to worry about this stuff with me, H. If I ever get sad about it, I’ll tell you, but don’t beat yourself up, alright? You live an exhausting enough life as it is, so don’t worry about me, okay? I’m always gonna be here for you because you more than deserve me– you’re a good man with a huge heart and you’re doing all you can to get a good, solid career. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
Harry smiles all watery, kissing your nose. “I love you– fuck, I–so much. You’re just…can’t even put it into words.”
You kiss at the pulse in his neck, murmuring comfort. “Love you, too, my sparkler-eating dumbass.”
He chokes out a laugh, which is cut off by a hearty moan as you give his dick a twist.
“Can I finish you off now without any more tears being shed?” You tease, biting along the skin of his jaw.
summary: y/n wears super tight leggings out and Luke can’t help but get horny and drag her home to fuck.
requested?: yes, I hope you like it Anon! I actually loved writing this so much, I got it done in a day which is a lot quicker than some of my other smuts. I can be working on one for a week sometimes but I loved this concept so much, and I promised that it would be up today so here you go :) Don’t forget requests are open and I respond to all !
“Luke you’ve been staring at my ass since we left the house, can you stop?” I asked, looking up at Luke with a hint of a smile. He smirked and placed his hands on my waist, pulling me into him.
“but you look so hot in those leggings, mmh your ass” he hummed, creeping his hands down to squeeze my bum. I squealed and slapped his hands away before grabbing the shopping trolley and walking in front of Luke. My cheeks flushed as I passed an old lady who had seen the whole encounter, averting eye contact.
Imagine being Steve’s daughter and Pietro starts teasing you infront of your father Captain America
Warning: Smut, NSFW
“Morning Y/N” Pietro said in is thick accent as he zoomed into the kitchen and pecked your cheek. You blushed so hard you could feel your dad eyeing you and Pietro.
You walked over to the table where your father was sitting eating his breakfast with Uncle Bucky, passing them both you kissed their cheeks
“Morning daddy, morning Uncle Bucky” You sat between your father and uncle
“Morning doll” Bucky replied
“How’d you sleep sweetie?” Your dad asked
“Just fine thank you”
Pietro came to the table with a bowl of serials and sat across from you, you glanced over to him and winked, he smiled back at you and placed the spoon of cereal in is mouth and slowly taking the spoon out as he eyes you. You couldn’t help but moan a bit at his actions, you squeezed your legs together, trying to contain the ache in your pussy.
Your dad eyed Pietro and looked between the both of you “Sweetie are you alright?”
You nodded your head yes as you had your mouth full of food.
“Wow! Check this out pal, the Pats won against the Falcons” Bucky exclaimed leaning over you to show your father the daily news paper
You took this chance to lift your foot and place it on Pietro’ growing erection, you looked at him innocently while rubbing his member and smirking at him. You felt a twitch in his member and he balled his hands into a fist, trying to contain his moans.
“Im done, wanna spar for a bit pal?” Bucky asked Steve as he gets up and takes his plates to the sink
“Actually I’ll come soon”
Damn, you hoped your father would leave, but where would the fun in that be? You knew Pietro was trying to tease you infront of him, so you played along with his game.
Steve saw the look on Pietro’ face, it was as if hes ready to bust a nut. He placed the news paper down and looked at him concerned as you kept rubbing his member with your foot.
“Son, you don’t look so good” Steve said
Pietro whimpered “Oh- Oh im f-fine s-sir”
You smirked, because you knew that Pietro was so hard and he was ready to come
“Ok well you kids have fun, im going to spar with Bucky”
“Oh we will” You grinned
Steve kissed your forehead and walked out. Pietro stood from his chair and zoomed to pick you up and rushed you both into his room. He was so fast, you didn’t even notice him take of your clothes, or more like ripped off.
“You’ve been a naughty girl kotenok” Pietro threw you on the bed
“Well you started it”
He kissed you passionately, he pulled away from your lips and went down to your throbbing pussy, he began to give you slow kitten licks and then moving away You whimpered as the loss of contact before his mouth was on yours. You felt his tip line up with your entrance and you wrapped your other arm around his neck
.“Ready?” He whispered on your lips.You nodded, pressing your lips to his as he gripped your hips and pushed into you. You whimpered softly as he easily slid his thickness into you, splitting you open. You squirmed under him and he groaned against your lips.“Fuck, Printessa,” he whispered against your lips. “So tight…”
You moaned as he dropped his head and started thrusting into you, gently at first but quickly picking up speed. He grunted and groaned in your ear, wrapping an arm around your waist and raising your hips. His other hand gripped under your thigh and he pulled you leg up around his waist, holding it there as he pushed himself deeper into you.Your eyes closed and your lips parted as you gripped and tugged at his hair. He bit down on your neck, making you cry out. Your walls clenched on him as he throbbed inside you and you grinded your hips.
“Talk to me, Printessa,” he panted in your ear. “Tell me what you want.”You whimpered and bit down on your lip, suddenly afraid of being heard by any of the number of people asleep in the tower.
“T-they’ll hear me,” you breathed.“That’s okay,” he said, pulling his head from your neck and pressing his forehead to yours. You opened your eyes to see him a staring down at you, his gaze making your walls clench and you shudder. “Scream for me, Printessa. Let everybody in this tower know you’re mine.”
He gave you a hard thrust, his tip brushing your spot. You threw your head back, arching more and pressing yourself to him, crying out at the feeling. His skin against your skin, his body molding to yours, his anatomy moving inside yours. It all felt so amazing and before you could stop yourself, you were crying out and screaming, begging for him not to stop.
“Yes, Pietro! Yes! Harder….harder, please!” You cried out. He groaned and nipped your neck.“That’s it, baby. Scream for me,” he purred against your skin. He thrusted harder, rushing into you so his tip brushed your G-Spot again.“Oh…oh fuck! Piet…right there! Deeper…fuck…deeper!”
He kissed down to your breasts and back up, shoving himself deeper into you so he hit your spot with each thrust. You hugged him to you, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. You arched your back off the bed and he wrapped his arms around your, pulling you against him while he pounded into you. You cried out again, letting out a stream of screams and moans, scratching down his arms and back as he soothingly thrusted into you, fucking you with his entire length
.“Fuck…(y/n),” he groaned in your ear.“Pietro!” You whined. “You’re…gonna make me cum! Please…don’t stop!” You cried out.“Go ahead, printessa,” he mumbled. “Cum for me…cum all over me.”
You buried your face in his neck, leaving deep scratches down his chest. Your body trembled and your walls squeezed and clenched on his throbbing thickness. You moaned against his skin, throwing your head back to let out a scream as you came around him. He groaned against your neck, trapping you in a hard, passionate kiss as he thrusted hard into you, making your toes curl and your body writhe. He thrusted again and stayed deep inside you as he came, groaning and writhing on you.
“Printessa….,” he groaned slowly, panting as he pulled out, slumping over you.You exhaled as well, relaxing back on the bed and panting.
“That….that was amazing…,” you breathed.“Yeah? Good, I plan on making you cum plenty of times tonight and many other nights.” He kissed your lips softly, and you sighed happily against his lips.
Request: Hey doll❤️ I’m so nervous about my
upcoming exams tomorrow. Would you like to do a Bucky imagine form where you’re
dating and you’re also really anxious about some tests and he tries to make you
feel better and tries to calm you down but nothing seems to work. So he
prepares the bedroom to give you a massage after he dragged you away from your
work, but the massage slowly leads to something more intimate and Bucky makes
the sex all about you with kisses, touches and things like that ? Thanks ❤️ - @tieddown-withbattleshipchains
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: fluff, smut
Word Count: 1229
A/N: this is the final request before i start my “Troop Leader” series. that taglist and my permanent are open
You had been studying for hours. You went from the library
at your University, to your small, shared apartment and you still had no idea
what any of the material meant. With a loud sigh, you shoved your books away
from you, and buried your head in the plethora of pillows surrounding you. You
willed the tears not to fall, but they didn’t listen. Steady streams of salty,
hot tears were leaving trails in their wake. You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t
pass this final. Lost in your thoughts, you failed to hear the hesitant knock
on your bedroom door.
“Babe, maybe you should take a break. You’ve been at it for
hours. You can go back to it after you relax and maybe eat.” You heard the
soothing voice of your boyfriend, Bucky, come through the door. You pulled
yourself off the floor and made your way to the door. When you opened it, you
saw Bucky’s face fall.
“Oh, My Love, come here.” Bucky pulled you into a strong
hug. He held you as you let out heartbreaking sobs. He felt so bad. He couldn’t
explain the material to you, but he could help you relax.
He led you to the bed and laid down next to you. He pulled
you into a spooning position and wrapped his strong arms around you. He was
humming in your ear and stroking your hair with his cool metal hand. Your sobs
had started to subside. Your breathing was still hard to get control of.
“Let me help you, My Love. You’re working yourself too hard.
You need to take a break. Your test isn’t for a few days. You can take the rest
of the night off and go back at it tomorrow. For now, just let me pamper you.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his proposition, but you
didn’t have time. You pulled yourself out of his embrace and sat yourself back
on the floor.
“That’s sweet, Buck, but I have to study. My test might not
be for e few days, but I need all the help I can get.” You were a stubborn one,
and Bucky knew it. He was going to have to literally pull you away from your
“Fine, you leave me no choice. You’re coming with me.” He came
and scooped you up bridal style. You tried to fight him, but he was so much
“I drew you a bath and you are going to take it. Then we are
going to cuddle in bed for the rest of the night. No more work Your got it?”
Bossy Bucky was coming out and you knew better than to argue.
“Yes, Sergeant.” You sighed out.
You quickly got undressed when he put you in the bathroom. He
helped you into the tub. It was nice and warm. He had started to burn your
favorite lavender scented candle. You hate to admit it, but this was nice. You really
needed to relax.
Once you were ready to get out, Bucky wrapped you up in a
towel and picked you up once again. You giggled like a girl in love. He was
seriously cute. He made his way to the bedroom, and he meant to set you down to
get you pajamas, but you didn’t let go. You pulled him into a soft kiss.
“I love you, Buck.” You whispered against his lips. you
could feel his increasing smile when you said those words.
His hands were slowly roaming your body, and you felt his trapped
erection against your bare core. He was peppering kisses along your neck and
you were slowly rocking your hips against his. You let out a small moan at the much-needed
He pulled away to discard himself of his clothing. You dropped
your towel and made your way to the plethora of pillows at the head of your
shared bed. Once he was fully naked, he climbed his way up to you, leaving
small kisses in his wake. He stopped directly over your dripping core. His hot
breath fanned the area. Your hips bucked, looking for release.
He moved his mouth to kiss at your thighs. He sucked and
bit, leaving marks behind. He moved his face inward and dragged his tongue
across your slit. You let out a surprised gasp. He made his way to suck on your
outer lips. he knew how to make you moan for him.
He moved his way to your clit. His nose nudged the sensitive
bundle of nerves. At this point, you were dripping. Before you could ask, he
enclosed his lips around your clit and gave it a harsh suck. Your back arched
painfully off the bed.
“just like that, baby! Yes!” you screamed out for him. He moaned
and groaned. The vibrations were heaven against your sensitive core.
He started moving his tongue in and out of your entrance. You
were on the brink of your orgasm when he pulled away. You whined and made
grabby hands for him. He just laughed.
“relax baby, I want you to come around me.” He pulled
himself up so he could align his throbbing cock with your core.
He was already a deep red and precum was dripping from his
tip. He moved his dick up and down your pussy, coating himself in your wetness.
With slow movements, he aligned with your entrance and pushed in. Your walls
stretched to accommodate his length. He moaned when he was fully sheathed
Your hips bucked, telling him to move. He kept his pace slow,
languid even. He was savoring every inch of you. You had one hand in his hair
and one rested on his pert ass. It made him even harder when you squeezed him. His
hands caressed your face and he was nibbling on your ear. You wrapped your legs
around him so he could go even deeper inside you. He was still slow, but it was
the perfect pace. You could feel every drag of his cock against your velvet
walls. And it felt beautiful.
Your breathing started getting faster and you were becoming
flushed. Bucky knew you were close. He propped himself up on his knees and
thrust into you hard. You gasped out at his action. He moved his metal hand to
your clit and rubbed small, fast circles. Just the way you like it.
“Bucky, baby, I’m gonna come!” you screamed out.
With one more thrust he had you coming around his cock. It took
a few more thrusts for him to release his hot, thick seed inside you. You were
completely blissed out. He pulled out slowly and went to grab a wash cloth to
clean you both up. When the coarse fabric hit your aching core, you jumped a
little. You were still sensitive to any small touch.
Bucky’s face was red and he looked just as blissed out as
you. He put the washcloth in the laundry bin and got back in bed with you. He pulled
the sheets up and brought you into his arms.
“I love you, Y/N. You need to learn to relax more.” He told
you as he pulled up your Netflix.
“I’m feeling pretty relaxed right now.” You retorted
sleepily. He heard him giggle and then you were fast asleep before he could
even pick a show.
Warnings: angst, mention of blood, mention of stitches, fluff
Prompt: Sam and the reader are taken by a wendigo. Things look scary, then scarier before they finally start looking up.
A/N: Special thanks to @impala-dreamer for betaing. There are two prompts used in this fic and thanks to @lipstickandwhiskey for providing the prompts: “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me” & “”Do you still have your blindfold on?” His voice came from where he was dangling next to you. “Yes.” “Promise me you won’t take it off.” Both will be bolded.
“Sam!” The voice was muffled, blocked by rows and rows of rock. “Sammy!” It was unmistakably Dean. Dean! Where was Dean? Where was Sam? Where were you?
“Dean,” you bellowed. Your voice was weak and hoarse, barely reaching the person beside you.
“Y/N?” You breathed a sigh of relief at the sound. Sam’s voice; right next to you.
“Sam!” you cried, struggling to move your arms. You pulled at the ropes, grunting when you couldn’t pull yourself free.