Secret Ingredient

None Of Your Concern (Chris Evans x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON(NON-CON?), AGE GAP, CHEATING(?)

DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

➥ {page breaks done by @whimsicalrogers}

summary:  costars for a little over a year, Chris has always been protective of you in the cutthroat industry much like a father would be. However, when he learns that your boyfriend is even older than him, he realizes that his feelings might not be so familial after all

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The Penthouse

18+

A group of obscenely rich, horrifically powerful, and sex-addicted individuals share more than one dark secret - but their favorite secret is you. The pretty little thing they've got living in the lavish penthouse they bought together, where they can escape to when they need a break from their families.

Series Warning: Multiple Characters x Reader, adultery, hard drug use, smut, depiction of rough sex, dark kinks (specified in each part).

1: Ragdoll ARI LEVINSON

2: Seductress STEVE ROGERS

3: Special STEVE KEMP

Sunday Worship

Pairing || Beefy!CatholicPriest!Bucky x Inexperienced!Innocent!Virgin!Female!Reader

Summary || Father James teaches you how to please him.

Word Count || 3160

Contents & Warnings || Slight Angst/Fluff, Smut, Dark/Taboo Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con/non-con, religious themes, blasphemy of religion, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, sexual content involving a catholic priest, strict/religious parents, explicit content/language, age-gap (reader is early 20’s, Bucky is early/mid 30’s), sexual thoughts and acts, pet names (sweet thing/one, baby) oral (male receiving), Father kink, size kink, corruption kink, authority kink, inappropriate/forceful touches, light choking, degrading, spit, cum swallowing, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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It was not the same.

He was not the same as last Sunday’s mass.

No special glances or touches from Father James.

Nothing.

It was like all those sinful and secret moments together didn't happen—like they were a part of some distant life that didn't exist anymore.

All throughout the morning, you wanted his attention. Wanted to have his blue eyes, with that touch of darkness, to gaze into your sweet and pure ones. Wanted to have that wicked smile of his show itself to you while he licked his lips. Wanted to have his sinful touches on your delicate skin when no one was watching. But there was none of that—no darkness, no wickedness, no sin.

It was like you were nothing. Just another face in the crowd. Nothing special.

It made you mad, angry, hurt, insecure…

Had you done something wrong?

Were you not as unique as he made you seem to be?

Had he gotten bored of you?

Was there someone else?

All these thoughts ran through your head, and you wanted nothing more than for mass to end and go home to cry in bed silently.

When mass was over, everyone in the community found their way outside to converse with neighbours and friends before all headed their separate ways home.

You and your parents were chatting with the family of one of your closest girlfriends when Father James walked over.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he approached. Although you were mad at him, your body still intensely yearned for him.

“Sir,” he was referring to your dad, “can I lend your daughter for today?”

Huh?

“Sure, Father. What do you need her for?”

“A lot of things….”

Oh…

“.… but right now, I could really use some help with getting our beloved church in order—cleaning and tidying things up. Would that be ok?”

“Of course, Father. She's all yours….”

You want to be all his for eternity.

“…. I’ll pick her up around four?”

“We will be all done by then.”

Throughout all of their exchange, they never asked for your permission. If this was something you wanted. But you would have said yes if they asked—in a heartbeat. You were too intrigued about what your time alone with Father James would bring again—if his true sinful nature would emerge, or would you be just as disappointed as you'd been all morning.

Alas, it was disappointment when you found yourself alone in the church with him. You'd hoped and prayed that he would pin you between the wall and his muscular frame—exploring your body with his mouth and fingers as you struggled to get free, but there was none of that. He really meant it when he said you would clean the church.

But in the end, it turned out to be quite fun.

Father James put on some fun summer pop songs on an old radio while you worked. Songs that were highly forbidden in your household.

You swept the floor, reordered books and tidied up every nook and cranny of the church.

Although you missed Father James’ devious nature, you loved his warm and cheerful presence as well—his aura shining bright with joy and love.

You talked here and there while cleaning—him getting to know you, and you get to know him. And he was so funny—making you crack up at the jokes he told.

When you weren't talking, the silence was comfortable, not awkward at all. Just letting the music and each other’s calm presence create a pleasant atmosphere.

————

You placed the candle holders that you'd just polished on the altar, humming the tune of the song playing on the radio while vaguely moving your hips. You didn't think much of it since they were both such small gestures, but there was someone that noticed—someone you'd been missing and craving all day.

“My, my…”

A voice of the devil, deep and sinister, whispered in your ear, making goosebumps erupt on your skin. His towering presence could be felt behind you.

It was him.

He was back.

A soft moan slipped from your mouth as his breath fanned the side of your face. His lips delicately grace your earlobe.

“... what a beautiful and talented little mouth you have, sweet thing...”

His colossal palm lay flat on your stomach—pulling you flush against his muscular torso, making you gasp out.

“... and what captivating moves you have.”

He started moving his hips, making you follow along with him. And you could feel him while you moved in sync.

“F-Father…”

You were speechless as he put you in his trance.

“Mmm…”

His other hand wrapped around your neck, applying light pressure before it followed the curve of your neck and chin—making your head arch. His touches made your most precious area beat with your heart.

“I wonder,” his thumb swiped your lips, “what other secret talents this mouth possesses,” he pushed the tip of the digit in your mouth, and you sucked it delicately with no second thought, making him moan.

“I want to find out.” He growled through gritted teeth.

In a flash, you were turned around in his grasp. His solid and large body pinned your smaller one against the altar while his face was inches from yours.

Was he going to kiss you? Was that what he meant by finding out?

You wanted him to grab your face and press his lips against yours. Wanted to feel his tongue move against yours as you tasted one another. You even craned your neck slightly to the side to show him you were ready.

But it didn't seem like that was happening.

“I want you on your knees….”

“Huh?”

“…. get on your knees, sweet little girl.”

Obeying his demands, slowly, while keeping his gaze, you descended to the floor until your knees lay on the cold hardwood, hands in your lap. You peer up at him through your lashes with your pure eyes, head slightly tilted to the side.

His hand caressed the side of your face while his thumb swiped your lips once more, making him lick his own.

“You're so pretty like this. So submissive to me and my every need. So submissive to please the Lord and me. Do you want to please the Lord, sweet thing…?”

You nod.

“.… do you want to please me?”

You nod again, more profound this time.

You want nothing more than to please Father James—for him to use you for his pleasure and make him feel as good as he made you feel last time.

“Please me, and you will please the Lord, sweet one.”

He pushed his whole thumb in your mouth, and you sucked it—hollowing your cheeks as you did, bobbing your head.

“Push your tits together, sweet thing.”

You pushed your upper arms into your chest, squeezing your breasts together, creating that stripe of cleavage he wanted.

He groaned at seeing you on your knees for him—so pretty and submissive for his every command.

His other hand palmed himself over the black pants—the dent in them becoming more visible the more he touched himself.

Those sinful actions of his made you incredible aroused. Your cotton panties became wetter by the second, and your bundle of nerves begged to be touched and stimulated.

“You're making me painfully hard, baby,” he removed his finger from your mouth, both hands on his belt buckle now, “I need to feel your lips wrapped around me.” He started to undo the belt, and the clang of it was like an erotic harmony.

Your lips parted as you looked up at his sinister face—the corner of his mouth turned up in a grin, and his eyes appeared almost black from your position below.

“Stick that pretty little tongue out for me,” he unbuttoned the button and pulled his zipper down, “show me how hungry you are for my cock.”

You stuck your whole tongue out for him while those innocent eyes peered up—begging. Begging for something you weren't even sure what was. You just knew you wanted it— all that he had to offer.

A loud gasp slips from you as he springs to life in front of your very eyes. He's big, much bigger than you remember when you saw it in the confessional—thick and luscious while his balls hung heavy. A thick protruding vein ran along the length.

Although you'd dreamed of it and fantasised about it, having him this close to you, now it was somewhat intimidating and scary—making you retract your head a couple of inches.

“In awe are we now? I know, sweet thing. It's a lot for a little girl like you to handle,” his hand stroked your cheek lovingly, his soft touch a significant contrast to his filthy words, “but I’ll show you how to please a man.”

“F-Father, I-I’m not sure what to do.”

He put his finger at the base of his length, “I want you to lick from here,” and then slowly dragged his finger upwards—till the tip, “to here.”

“O-ok.”

You slowly leaned forward, tongue poked out, and when your wet surface came in contact with him, it was like an instant drug—a strong desire and need to feel more of him. Slowly, you dragged your tongue on his length, coating him in your saliva, making him moan. When you reached the tip, you flicked your tongue on him as the finishing move.

“Oh, baby…”

“W-was that ok, Father.”

“Ok? Sweet girl, it was perfect. You sure you've never done this before?”

“N-never, Father. You're t-the first.”

“And I will be the last. Now,” his hand rested on the back of your head, encouraging you to do it again, “let me feel that pretty tongue again.”

You licked him again, and again, and again, until he was messy and dripping with your saliva.

“So good, baby, now,” he wrapped his fist around himself and jerked his length off, the saliva helping him glide effortlessly, “suck my balls.”

You sucked and licked them as he wanted, closing your eyes as you worked on them.

“Look up at me while you suck them.”

You opened your eyes and looked straight into his ones as you moaned with your mouth full of him.

“Yeah, baby, such a filthy fucking whore you are, huh? You love to suck on them, don't you?”

You nod.

“I’ll give you something more to suck on, sweet thing.”

With his other hand, he pulled you off him, making you let out a whine at the loss of contact—displaying your tongue to show you wanted more.

“Good girl. Already one step ahead. You’re leaning.”

He tapped his heavy cock on your awaiting tongue, making a wet sound each time he made contact. Each tap made you moan at the weight of him. He glided his length on the wet surface while he grunted heavily.

“Wrap your lips around the tip and suck it for me, baby.”

You closed them around him and suckled his tip while your tongue swirled around it, moaning at the taste of him in your mouth.

“Sweet thing, I need to test something. I need to see how far you can take me,” his hand on the back of your head slowly pushed you further on him, “let me know when it becomes too much.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he went into your mouth, making your eyes glossy with tears. You tried so hard to ignore the discomfort, wanting to take as much as possible. But when he was about halfway into your mouth, it became too much. His tip tickled the back of your throat, making you gag around him and your eyes shut tight. The vibrations on his length made him moan out loud, and you saw him shiver above you. His reaction excited you, and you wanted nothing more than to take all of it if that’s what it took to please him. But you couldn't, so you grabbed his leg hard, digging your nails into him, signalling that it was enough—you couldn't anymore, or else you were afraid he’d suffocate you.

“Oh, God, baby, that's so good….”

He pulled himself out, and when you were free of him, you gasped for air while a few tears ran down your cheek.

“An excellent start, baby.”

“I-I'm sorry, Father, that I couldn't take anymore.” Your lips turned down in a frown—sad and worried that you'd disappointed him and the Lord.

“It's ok, sweet girl. With a little practice, you'll be able to take me whole in no time.”

Once again, his hand cradled the side of your face lovingly—reassuring you that everything was alright and that he wasn't mad at you.

“I-I promise I'll be good. T-that I’ll be able to please you and the Lord soon, Father.”

“Oh, I know you will, my sweet little girl. I know you will.” He wrapped his hand around himself, jerking his whole length off. “But just because you can't take all of me in your pretty little mouth doesn't mean you can’t please me. Use your hand and mouth, baby. Use them to please my cock. Make me and the Lord happy.”

That you could do—please his cock with what you'd learned.

You replaced his colossal hand with your smaller one—jerking his enormous length in your grasp from base to tip. You loved the way he felt in your hand. The way he fit so perfectly. You would imprint this image into your brain, the sight in front of you, for later use while you were all alone in your bed at night.

You tapped his pink head on your tongue, moaning out at the sloppy sound it made. “Baby,” he leaned his head back, eyes shut tight, “you're learning so fast.”

While your hand focused on his base, your lips wrapped around his tip and sucked, bobbing your head and moaning around him—sending chills through his nerves.

Little by little, you took him more into your mouth but still kept in mind where your threshold went, not wanting to exceed that for your own comfort. Your other hand accompanied the one already working on him—using them both to jerk his cock.

You looked up at him the entire time—as you'd learned he enjoyed it when you did, gazing into his evil eyes while you with your angel ones. His hand rested at the back of your head, bobbing along with it, giving you slight shoves of encouragement when he saw fit.

His open mouth sang with moans, grunts and cries as you found the perfect rhythm on him. The ideal balance of your mouth and hands to edge him on towards the end.

You were such a drooly, dribbling mess for him while you slurped his cock—saliva running down your chin and coating your hands.

“You're so pretty like this, sweet girl.”

His eyes intensely focused on you—enjoying the erotic show you provided for him.

You were becoming so needy with wanting your own pleasure, so you shut your legs and slowly started to rock back and forth to create friction on your aching bundle of nerves.

“Oh, baby, I'm gonna come.”

He fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you off, which made you whine out at the loss of him. He performed quick sinful, sloppy strokes on himself right in front of your face—his release approaching with every stroke.

“Open your mouth and show me that pretty tongue.”

You did as he wanted.

“I'm gonna come in your mouth whether you want to or not, baby.”

Oh, you wanted it. You’d wanted his seed since you saw it in the confessional not so long ago.

“I want it. Give it to me, Father.”

You wiggled your tongue at him—showing that you needed it so badly.

Heavy grunts echoed through the vast and holy room as he came hard all over your tongue—coating it in thick white ropes of his holy seed. He didn't stop stroking himself until he’d decorated the surface with everything he had—ridding himself of the pleasure.

“Shallow.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed. The thick substance trickled down your throat. It wasn't as bad as you'd thought it be. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

His thumb traced your lips to collect more of his seed and your spit that was left behind, pushing the digit in your mouth for you to clean up the mess, making you moan.

“You're such a good girl; you know that?”

You nod your head, batting your eyes at him; he grinned down at you while caressing your jaw with his fingers.

A few seconds later, a car horn could be heard from outside—your dad was here to pick you up.

Panic overrides your senses. You frantically look at the door—worried that he’ll walk in and see the absolute immoral scene that was unfolding at the altar.

“Hey, hey,” Father James tucks himself back into his pants, doing up his pants like they once were, “it’s ok. The door is locked; he can’t get in.”

He offered you his hand, “here,” to help you up. With shaking legs, you pulled yourself up, and once you were standing on your unsteady feet, you collapsed into his chest, and he caught you with his arms.

“Woah! Hey.”

His hands cradled your face, making you look up at him. His once sinister and evil eyes had turned soft and loving—along with his face that displayed a worrisome expression for your wellbeing.

“Are you ok?”

You couldn't do anything else but nod. Your mouth trembled, and you were left completely speechless.

The way he looked at you. The way he was gazing into your eyes and then flicked them to your lips and then back up again made it look like he was going to kiss you. He even tilted his head to the side and slowly leaned in. You braced yourself for it, closing your eyes, but before his lips met yours, there was another honk from outside that interrupted your sweet moment. You averted your gaze to the door again in a panic.

You had to leave. You couldn't stay any longer, or you feared that your dad would get suspicious that something wasn't quite right.

“I-I’m sorry, F-Father,” you backed away from him, “I-I have t-to go.”

You quickly walked to the door, unlocked it, and then checked if everything was in order—that there was no evidence of any mischief on you.

With your hand on the handle, you stood for a few seconds contemplating. Contemplating if you should turn around and take a look at him one last time. But you knew if you did, that you’d most likely sprint into his arms and ask him to take you away—away from this hellhole. So you didn’t… you didn’t look back.

You took a deep breath in and out to compose yourself before you walked out the door…

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Hotter than hell (Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

Summary: Eddie and the reader are best friends that are in love with each other and have sex while high. That's it, that's the plot.

Warnings: smut, pwp, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), choking, spit kink, recreational drug use, unprotected sex, cursing, not beta read

Notes: I haven't written any fanfiction in the last 6 years, I lost all of my motivation to write. And then Stranger Things introduced this man and I instantly fell in love with him. This was also posted on my ao3 alterevak2121.

You were laying on Eddie's bed, feeling euphoric and really horny. Maybe, if you weren't high, you would've realized that what you were planing to do wasn't a good idea, but thankfully, you were far too gone for that.

"Eddie?" you asked, biting your lower lip.

"Hmm?" he hummed, not even looking at you, too lost in his own world. He looked so beautiful like this, his lips slightly parted, the moonlight illuminating his features. Moments like these were your favourite, when you could just lay down next to him, forgetting everything else in the world. It was just the two of you, nothing else existed. You wished it could be like this all the time.

"Can I ask you something?" you turned around so you were laying on your stomach, purposefully pushing your tits out. Eddie's eyes instantly fell to your cleavage as he licked his lips.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"Am I pretty?" you asked, taking a strand of his hair, twirling it around your finger.

"You're very pretty." he said with a small grin.

"But am I pretty-pretty, or are you just saying that because you feel obligated to, since we're friends?"

Eddie let out a chuckle, rubbing his knuckles up and down your arm.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, sweetheart." And he really meant that. The second he laid his eyes on you for the first time, he knew there was no one more beautiful than you. You consumed his every waking thought. If only he wasn't such a coward and could tell you how he feels. But there was no way you felt for him what he felt for you, and he couldn't lose you. Having you as a friend was more than enough.

Only it wasn't. It was selfish, really, but he wanted you to be more than just friends. He wanted to hold your hand, kiss you, take you on dates. But you were so perfect, so kind and gorgeous. And Eddie was Eddie. How could someone like you fall for him? There was no way. So he tortured himself every night, falling asleep to the thoughts of you, and hoped it would get easier with time.

"Aww. And you're the prettiest boy I've ever seen." you kissed his cheek, making him let out a sigh.

It's like you knew the effect you had on him, and did all of this on purpose. But that was just his mind messing with him. He knew you would never do that to him. You were way too nice for that.

"Yeah? Do you mean that, or do you feel obligated to say it, because I told you you're pretty?" Eddie teased, making you giggle.

"I'm saying it, because I always thought you were beautiful, Eddie. I love your eyes, and that adorable smile." you pinched his cheek lightly, making his face screw up. Your eyes were glazed over and you looked so content.

"And I really want to sit on your face, but we're not gonna talk about that." you said suddenly, after a few seconds of silence.

Eddie wasn't sure if he heard you correctly, but he felt his heart stop.

"What?" he sat up abruptly, making you let out a squeal. "Are you joking?"

"Nope." you grinned, trailing your fingers down his chest. You could feel his heart beating wildly beneath your palm, and that gave you even more confidence.

"You-you want to sit on my face?" he repeated, still not believing you.

"Well, it's a very pretty face."

"But-" you put one of your fingers on his lips, shutting him up.

"Too many questions, it's my turn now. Do you think my body's also pretty?" you asked him with a teasing smile. He tried to calm down, he really did, but he could already feel himself getting hard.

"Well, I haven't seen enough to form an opinion on that." he teased back, wanting to see just how far you would go.

"Wanna see?" But there's no way he could've prepared for that. He reached out and put his hand on your waist, just to make sure you were real and not a fragment of his imagination. But you were here, he could feel the heat radiating of your body, and your soft skin beneath his fingers. Did he die and go to heaven? Although, no, there's no way he could've gotten in. But it looked still more plausible than what was happening right now.

"W-wait you mean like right now? You want to show me right now?"

You were enjoying seeing Eddie like this and loved the fact that you had this effect on him.

"Yeah, why waste any time?" you grinned wickedly and pulled your shirt off.

Truth is, Eddie thought about you naked. All the time. But never, even in his wildest dreams, did he imagine you getting naked for him, in his room, in his bed. Fuck, did he get so high that he's hallucinating now? Because there's no way you're actually showing him your tits right now, right?

"So? What do you say, Munson?" you would've been nervous if this was anyone else. But this was Eddie, your Eddie, and the way he was looking at you right now was making you shiver.

Eddie gulped, letting his eyes roam your upper body.

"You're really, really hot, Y/N." Eddie finally said, licking his lips. His hands were twitching at his sides, he wanted to reach out and touch you so bad.

"Would you fuck me?" Without a doubt. But he couldn't just say that, could he?

"Why are you asking me all of this?"

"Because I'm really, really horny." you bit your lip, letting out a barely audible whimper.

"Last week when we were smoking together, I was so wet I was dripping down my thigh the whole way home." It was frustrating, really. Not only did you have feelings for your friend, but you also wanted him to fuck you senseless every time you were near him.

"And every single time I go home and touch myself, I think about you." you crawled into Eddie's lap, making him let out a groan. How was he supposed to keep his feelings at bay when you were testing his sanity like this?

"Especially your fingers and those rings. They really turn me on." you whispered into his ear, biting on his earlobe, making Eddie let out a moan.

"Fuck, Y/N."

Here you were, shirtless, sitting on his lap and telling him all of these things. And Eddie looked at you like he wanted to ruin you, and you were enjoying every second of it.

"I mean, you don't see it, but I literally worship the ground you walk on. And if you want me too, why not help each other out." you said, trailing your nail up and down his crotch.

Eddie let out a loud moan and you grinned to yourself. You had him exactly where you wanted him.

"So what do you say, Munson? Do you want me?"

Eddie didn't bother answering verbally. Instead, one of his hands found the back of your neck as he pulled you in for a kiss. It was hot and needy, all tongue and teeth. You could feel him getting harder under your thigh and you instinctively ground your hips down. He whimpered into your mouth, which only made you wetter. You were pretty sure you could cum just like this, dry humping him. And God, if Eddie didn't get a grip, he would definitely cum in his pants.

One of his hands moved to your tits, pinching your nipple slightly, making you throw your head back. He took the opportunity to bite and suck on your neck, leaving marks along the way. Your moans were getting louder, and it was kinda embarrassing considering the fact he didn't even do anything yet. You were starting to lose your control over him and the smug bastard could feel it.

You gripped his hair and pulled on it a little. Eddie stopped kissing your neck and looked at you questioningly. You pulled on the hem if his shirt, and he helped you take it off.

"It wasn't fair that I was the only one shirtless." you said breathlessly, running your tongue along the lines of his tattoo.

"You're right, baby."

"We should take off your jeans too, looks pretty uncomfortable." you said, palming his hard on, making Eddie let out a moan.

You could listen to those sounds forever. He looked so beautiful like this, and you wanted to just keep looking at him, but you also really wanted to get your mouth on his cock.

You kissed your way down his chest and torso, and pulled his zipper down with your teeth.

"Fuck." Eddie was losing his mind. You were definitely doing this on purpose, he was sure now.

He helped you get rid of his pants and you let your fingers linger on the band of his boxers.

"Y/N." he said warningly, clenching his teeth.

"Eddie." you giggled, letting your hand wander lower and lower, until it rested on his cock.

"Can I suck your dick?"

"Fuck, please baby." he whined.

"No need to beg, baby." you said in a sultry tone, getting on your knees. Eddie was standing before you, as you pulled down his boxers. You let out a moan when you finally saw his cock, clenching your thighs at the sight.

"Soo pretty." you said, looking at him in a trance-like state. You gripped him at the base and gave a few strokes, before taking him into your mouth, licking the pre-cum from his tip.

"Oh, fuck, sweetheart." he moaned, holding the back of your head as it bobbed up and down.

You moaned around his cock and Eddie instinctively pushed his hips forward, making you choke.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, baby." he started to apologize, fearing he fucked it all up, but you stopped him.

"I want you to fuck my face, Eddie."

There was just something about you right now, the way you were looking up at him. He knew you could ask for anything and he would give it to you without a second thought.

Eddie just nodded, not trusting his voice. You were literally perfect, his good girl. You were so quiet and shy when he met you, and now, here you were, down on your knees, taking his cock into your mouth. He loved corrupting you.

You put your hands on his thighs for support, while he started to move his hips slowly.

"That's it, such a good girl, oh my god. You're taking me so well, baby." He stroked your cheeks and you closed your eyes at the sensation. You moaned around him again, when he thrusted a little more roughly.

"Wanna choke on my cock?" Despite what you two were doing right now, he was looking at you with so much adoration. You really loved this man with all your heart.

You nodded, giving Eddie permission to start fucking your throat. He was holding your hair in a ponytail, pushing your head until he hit the back of your throat, just holding you there for a second. You gagged, spit running down your jaw and tears welling up in your eyes.

Eddie loved the way you looked right now. He couldn't believe you were looking like this for him; because of him.

You were barely able to breathe, and your mascara was running down your face, but it felt so good. You swore you could do this for the rest of your life. Eddie was moaning loudly and you knew he was close.

"Fuck, Y/N, sweetheart, stop." he pulled you off of his cock by your hair, making you whimper.

"Come here, baby." he said, helping you get up from the floor. He wiped the saliva and tears from your face, and kissed you softly. He pushed you down on the bed, lips still locked together.

"Let's take these off." he said, unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. He kissed the soft skin of your thighs, dangerously close to where you wanted him. You raised your hips so he could pull down your panties.

Eddie was convinced now, this WAS heaven.

"Eddie." you whined, urging him to touch you.

"Fuck. This is the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." he said, running a finger through your folds, collecting your slick.

"You really weren't kidding when you said you were dripping. Gonna make a mess, sweetheart."

Eddie leaned in and licked a stripe down your cunt, making you let out a lewd moan.

"You taste so good sweetheart, gonna eat this pussy like it's my last meal." And boy, was he dedicated. He alternated between licking your pussy and sucking on your clit, and you were seeing stars from how good it felt. You were a mess, all that was coming out of your mouth were loud moans and chants of "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie".

"Eddie, need your fingers." He hummed in acknowledgment, giving you one last lick and pulling away. You brushed his hair out of his face, stroking his cheek gently. He looked up at you, intertwining your hand with his.

"You're so fucking perfect." he kissed your knuckles, pulling his hand away and bringing it down to your pussy. He circled your hole with his finger, dipping it in slightly.

"Such a pretty little hole." he said, looking down at you in awe. "Gonna look so good stretched around me." He pushed in his middle finger slowly. "So tight."

Eddie found a pace that was good for the both of you and started fingering you, pushing his finger in and out.

"Please, need more."

"You really can't get enough, huh? So needy." He added a second finger and after a while a third one.

"Tell me Y/N, what else do you fantasize about?"

You couldn't answer him, too lost in the pleasure he was causing you. Eddie stopped fingering you, making you whimper. "Fuck, please, Eddie."

"Come on sweetheart, be a good girl, don't make me ask again."

You could barely think straight, let alone say a coherent sentence. But you wanted him, needed him so bad.

"Y-your hand wrapped around my throat. I wonder what your rings would feel like against my skin, while you're choking me. I want you to be rough with me, I want you to ruin me."

Eddie stroked his hand up your chest, stopping to massage your tits and pinch your nipples. He started fingering you again, making you let out a sigh. His free hand wrapped around your neck, choking you lightly. He put a bit more pressure on your throat, restricting your air flow.

You moaned, feeling so close to the sweet release. Everything he was doing was just bringing you closer to the edge. His fingers released your throat, slightly stroking the side of your neck.

"Good girl." Eddie praised, making you whimper, your cunt clenching around his fingers. He stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, and you parted your lips, so he could push it in. Your tongue wrapped around his finger, sucking on it and biting gently, before he pulled it out of your mouth.

"Spit in my mouth."

Eddie's brain short-circuited. There's no way you actually said what he heard you say, right?

Except he did hear you correctly, thank god, because having to repeat that sentence would've been humiliating.

"Open your mouth for me, baby." You did as you were told, opening your mouth for him. Eddie leaned over you, his face inches apart from yours.

You closed your eyes in ecstasy when you felt his saliva run down your tongue. Christ, this really shouldn't turn you on as much as it did.

You were so close and Eddie could feel it. He spit on your pussy and started rubbing your clit. You were getting dizzy, barely able to hear Eddie's praises. Your thighs clenched, your moans were getting louder, and finally, you felt your orgasm wash over you in waves.

But Eddie didn't stop, he continued fingering you. You reached out and tried to push his hand away, holding his wrist tightly, but he didn't budge.

"You know what I want from you, baby. Give me one more."

"Can't, Eds-" you whimpered.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Just breathe."

Despite your protests, you could already feel your high approaching again. Your whole body was on fire.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me."

"Please Eddie, need your cock inside me." you whimpered.

"How can I say no to that? You look so pretty, baby."

He finally pulled his fingers out of your pussy, your wetness dripping down on his mattress. You whined at the emptiness.

"Aw, my little slut just needs to be stuffed full all the time, doesn't she?" God, did this man have any idea what he was doing to you?!

Eddie reached out for the condoms in his night stand, when your hand stopped him.

"Need to feel all of you, Eddie. I'm on the pill."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm. Want you to cum inside my pussy." He couldn't deny you anything, especially when you looked so pretty for him.

"Turn around. Ass up, hands behind your back." Eddie reached for the bandana hanging on his lamp, and wrapped it around your wrist, pinning them together behind your back.

"Is this okay?" he asked, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

"Yes."

He positioned his cock at your entrance, pushing the tip in, making you both moan. He pushed in, until he was fully inside of you. You felt so full. He gave you time to adjust to the feeling, when you started pushing your hips back. You needed him to move.

"Fuck me, Eddie." you whined. He finally started thrusting his hips, making you cry out.

"My little slut." Eddie's palm came in contact with your ass, leaving a red mark.

"More." you moaned out. He slapped your ass again and again.

"So perfect for me, sweetheart." Eddie praised, caressing the red flesh.

One of his hands wrapped around your neck, pulling you up, into his chest, choking you lightly. Your head was spinning and your ears were buzzing. You felt your orgasm approaching again.

"So close." you whimpered, and Eddie's thumb started rubbing your clit.

"Come for me, baby. Come for me, so I can fill you up."

Your whole body was shaking when you came, singing praises for Eddie.

"That's it, baby. Good girl."

"Fuck, Eddie, please-" It was too much.

"You can take it, baby. Just a little more." His thrusts became more erratic, and he moaned your name. He gave 3 final, rough thrusts and came with a loud groan, emptying his cum inside of you.

Sweat was clinging to your bodies, both of you were breathless. Eddie kissed your shoulder and pulled out of you.

He ran his fingers through your dripping folds, pushing them in.

"Can't waste a single drop. Want you full of my cum." You whimpered, your pussy overstimulated, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"Open your mouth, see how good we taste together." You opened your mouth and Eddie pushed his fingers inside. You licked and sucked them clean. You loved the taste of him on your tongue.

He laid down on the bed next to you, and pulled you close, your head resting on his chest, his arms around your waist. You took one of his hands and intertwined your fingers with his, resting it on his chest.

"You know I've been dreaming about this since we met?" Eddie's knuckles were caressing your arms and back, his voice soothing you.

"About us having sex?" you teased, turning your head to look at him.

"About laying with you here, like this." his fingers brushed the hair from your forehead, before softly kissing you. "I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too, Eddie."

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Only if you kiss me again." you smiled, one of your hands caressing his cheek as he started to lean in.

"As you wish."

security!rafe x strange!reader

warning: smut, rough, degrading, aggression.

+18 MDNI !!

“here.” I hand my identity to the bouncer at the club my friend and I were about to enter - a sick club.

“hot.” the security guard says, looking at my identity and looking into my smoky eyes. He hands my identity back to me, still maintaining eye contact with me.

slowly, I take it, and maintain eye contact with him, my eyes having a certain doe-like look. “thanks.” I say, prolonging the ‘ks’ in the end of the sentence.

he smirks, his lips curving as we walked past him, entering the club, I could feel him studying my walk, my ass.

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a few moments enjoying the club, with a straw dancing in my mouth, a few shots already down my throat, my friend starts looking around and,when she sees the security guard looking at me she calls me over. “y/n, hey.” I take my attention away from the straw dancing in my mouth and look at her. “what?” I say. “that security guard who hit on you is totally checking you the fuck out.”

i turn to face him - was already drunk enough. - damn, he was hot, hadn't noticed. I give a small smile, waving at him. He immediately responds with a mischievous smile, nodding for me to follow him into an alley.

I follow him, disappearing into the shadows. When I appear in the alley, I turn to one side looking for him, I hear a whistle, making me turn to the other side and see him leaning against the wall.

“you called me into an alley jus' to fuck me?” he nods.

“i did. you look fuckin' hot." i grin, walking towards him.

i lean in to kiss him, but he stops me, holding my waist roughly needy.

“before we do this... i have a question for ya.”

i frown briefly and nod. “shoot.”

he leans close to me, whispering against my lips. “you into rough or soft?” i smile sideways, leaning his ear.

“fucking rough.” he grins, getting hard to the thought of it.

“good girl.” he aggressively grabs my neck, like he mean it, squeezing till my face's red. i shamelessly smile, he pulls me roughly to a kiss, moaning against my mouth as I do the same.

my hands start roaming over his body, finding their way to his belt, undoing it, quickly. I start caressing his length under his pants. “you shameless whore, want me to fuck you in this filthy alley, don't ya?” he says, against my mouth. “m'yeah" i moan against his. “good. suck me off first tho.” he says, more like a order.

quickly i I knelt before him, pulling his length out of his boxers, licking the tip, and the whole right after. then I fully take in my mouth, sucking him off like crazy, sloppy and rough. I could hear his groans and moans while he hold out my hair, pulling so I could feel pain while pleasuring him. he rolls his eyes to the back of his skull, the grip on my hair tightening.

when I take it out of my mouth, I gasp for air, looking at him, getting up just to kiss him all over again, making him taste his taste. “fucking insane.” he growls in my mouth, his hand finding it's way to pull up the hem of my dress, finding my wet folds, covered in a shamelessly tiny lacey panties. “fucking wet for a stranger... such a slut.” he growls in my ear while starting to roughly stroke my pussy, making me moan and gasp against his lip, while he bite the same.

i notice a group of guys watching us, and it only turns me on more. he buries his face on my neck, making me tilt my head back, rolling my eyes. “ngh- fuck...” i gasp in a breath. slowly he runs his hand to my tits, squeezing them, roughly.

“mmh...theyre fuckin' perfect, nice and small.” he whisper, squeezing hard 'em. “turn around.”

without a second thought i do as he say, turning. “bend.” he commands, pushing my back to bend to him. With a gasp I find myself bending with the hem of my dress lifted to my stomach as he lines up at my entrance.

without a warning, he aggressively thrust inside me, in and out unstoppably. he growls to each thrust, holding my waist and pulling my hair, making my neck tilt back, my gaze meeting his. “such. good. slut.” he says to each strong, aggressive thrust.

he turns me around after a few minutes, stroking incessantly my pussy, making me wetter than before. I moan so loud he had to shush me with a slap on my cheek, making me smile. “shut the fuck up.” he whisper stopping stroking me. I whine.

“please continue.” his eyes darken, tapping my inner thighs. “spread 'em a little, beautiful.” he says more softly, somehow still sounding rough. I do as he tell, spreading my legs a little. he thrust his still hard cock between my legs, rubbing my clit with it. “m' fuck!” I moan, he muffled those with a rough passionate kiss, with thrusting between my legs. “oh- my fuckin' god! 'm gonna cum!” he deepens his grin, thrusting faster, his orgasm getting close too.

“ngh- ah, fuck!” he growls collapsing on my shoulders, cumming all over my thighs. I cum right after, letting out a long moan.

“that shit- that was incredible.” he says tugging himself back in his pants.

“yeah... fuckin' insane.” I say putting my dress correctly. “ill see you around.” I say walking back into the club.

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I meet my friend back, finishing a drink with her. “so? you fucked?” she asks excitedly. I nod and laugh. we returned home with my legs shaking and his warm cum dripping in my thighs. what a night. and I don't even know the blue-eye blonde security's name. better this way.

eddie munson x reader & steve harrington x reader (?)

warnings: daddy kink, choking, creampie, overstimulation, voyeurism

ugh imagine Steve walking into you and Eddie fucking?

You’ve been at it like bunnies, fucking nonstop and only taking breaks to smoke a shared blunt. Both of you left the door to Eddie’s bedroom ajar, not really giving a shit if someone walked in. There’s metal music playing loudly in the background, swallowing your moans and the sound of Eddie’s bed hitting the wall. It’s not like you both expected a visitor because Eddie’s uncle wasn’t gonna be home until late. You both definitely wouldn’t expect Steve to walk in uninvited.

You’re bouncing down on Eddie’s cock, squealing and moaning his name so prettily. Your facing your boyfriend who has a blunt between the fingers of his free hand and the other hand gripping your left hip. His hand trails up to your chest to grope and squeeze your tits. You whine when he leans forward to suck and bite one of your nipples.

And in search for Dustin, Steve slips inside

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Eddie praises sweetly against your ear, “Keep fucking your self on my cock like that, my pretty little slut.

And Steve who is so blissfully unaware of what the fuck the two of you are doing, he steps inside the trailer in search of Dustin and Eddie. He repeatedly shouts out Eddie’s name, growing frustrated as the loud music playing swallows his voice. He lowers the music on the radio and rolls his eyes.

“Freak, probably can’t hear me with this goddamn music playing.” Steve huffs, rushing towards the hallway that he’s sure leads to his room.

“Hey freak, have you seen Dustin by any chance? He was supposed to meet me at the Family Video but he didn’t show up so I figured he’d be here since—“

He turns the knob and opens the door, freezing instantly when he realizes what’s going on. Staring at the view of your back and ass, moaning and calling Eddie ‘daddy.’ He should really leave but for some reason his feet are planted onto the ground, preventing him from leaving. Or maybe he didn’t want to leave. Maybe he just wanted to see the way you arched your back and listen to your high pitched squeals and whines while Eddie, slammed you down on his cock.

This should be disgusting— he should be disgusted by this. But he isn’t, no. In fact, he’s turned on at the sight of you, his crush that he’s been trying to score a date with, fucking your tight little pussy on Eddie’s cock.

Then when he realizes Eddie is staring straight at him, he visibly panics. His cock is strained against his jeans, hard and throbbing at the sight of this. Eddie, the shit he is, smirks and pushes you down on his mattress, wrapping your legs around him. He fucks you hard and fast, forcing his thick inside of your gushing cunt that he keeps filling up over and over. Your moans grow louder and they’re music to both of the mens ears. His ring clad hand reaches over to grip your throat, eyes never straying away from Steve for a minute before staring down at you.

“My pretty little slut, like it when daddy fucks you like this? Fucks you hard and treats you like a whore?” Eddie spits cruelly, smirking at you when he noticed your eyes are fluttering. Black spots mark your vision but the euphoria and high that your experiencing is too overwhelming, and you grip his wrist. Eddie eventually let’s go of your throat, hand trailing between your bodies to flick and thumb your throbbing clit, groaning as your cunt milks him.

“Oh, fuck— s’too much Daddy!” You squeal loudly, pussy spasming uncontrollably around his cock, a gush of your juices surge that Steve is sure tastes sweet. Your body then lays flat against the mattress, relaxed and breathe evening out and Steve figures you passed out.

“F—Fuck yeah, princess—“ Eddie let’s out a soft moan of your name, cock throbbing and his balls tighten before he pumps your pussy full of his cum once more. He pulls out to rest his cock against the folds of your pretty cunt, smearing more cum against it in the process. It’s heavy and fat on your pussy. It’s not long till Eddie begins to stare at him once again, the same smirk he gave him earlier when he was fucking you crawls back on his lips.

“Hope you enjoyed the show but fuck off now, will ya?” Eddie chuckles. He removed himself from your body and covers it with a blanket, away from Steve’s prying eyes. He then walks towards Steve who is still standing in front of the door. He grins and let’s out a small amused laugh when he realizes how embarrassed Steve is for being so hard at the sight of you being fucked.

“I gave you a free show this time but next time? Not gonna happen. I’d take care of your little problem ASAP if I was you, Steve. Blue balls is a serious disease.” Eddie grinned sardonically, pushing Steve out of the room and slamming the door in his face.

Just yes 💕

THE FUCKBOY COMMITTEE MASTERLIST

18+

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

Series Status: Ongoing • UPDATED EVERY TUESDAY

Series Summary: Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

Series Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, smut, inexperienced!reader, friends with benefits, drug use, MMF threesomes, angst.

ONE: The Proposition

TWO: The Agreement

Chris Evans and Characters Master List

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Chris Evans

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Lucas Lee

Mike Weiss

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge

Deserve Better

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Another blow to your confidence tips you over the edge when a guy ditches you. Bucky is determined to show you that you derserve so much better.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, language, alcohol use, negative self image, general filth

More of this story than I would like to admit is based on real experience, at least all the crappy stuff. Alcohol was involved while writing. I suck at spelling & grammar but correct things as I find them. Hope you enjoy the results of my shitty evening.

Well this felt really pathetic. If you started crying could this count as a temper tantrum not a breakdown? You didn't really get stood up or dumped. Your friends with benefits bailed on you... Again.

You weren't mad. He had given you good reasons. Granted you had no idea if they were true or not, but if they were they were reasons you would have cited too.

You were diaappointed though. You had pretty much given up on dating, it seemed the only guys who were ever interested were nut jobs or people you would have to be paid to touch, & you didn't do one night stands. They just didn't feel safe. So this had been your last chance to get laid for a few months. You had also passed up the chance to go to a Rangers game to meet up with your FWB.

You sat waiting for your to-go order running through the options in your head, quickly realizing your best option was once again your vibrator. You inwardly sighed as you threw down the rest of your gin & tonic way too fast. You realized you were actually sick of fucking yourself, the thought of another night with your own hand & even your favorite toy made you groan, & not in a good way.

The waiter dropped your bag next to you & you paid for your drink. You tipped an extra dollar since he was nice enough to ignore that you probably looked like you were about to cry when you had ordered it.

As you were pulling a couple ones out of your wallet a cute-ish seeming guy came in by himself. Clearly from out of town with a slight European accent. You figured what the hell? & said hi pulling out your flirty yet coy smile. He totally ignored you.

Well that was close enough to 3 strikes you're out. You tilted your glass as far back as you could, hoping for even the tiniest amount of gin, & grabbed you bag of food. You headed back to the tower with your tail tucked between your legs, pity tears pickling at your eyes, & your new lingerie you had bought just because feeling like it was an irritant on your skin.

At least it was windy. You could play off the stray tear as being caused by that or picking at your mascara. Your only stop was a drugstore where you grabbed a bottle of wine.

As you stepped into the elevator you opened the twist top on the glass bottle & let the first couple real tears fall. All your life you had never felt good enough, pretty enough. You were never anyone's first choice. Now you weren't even good enough to just screw & leave.

You didn't think you were asking a lot, you really didn't care if this ever became anything beyond sex. But for the first time in your life, at nearly 32, you were finally having good sex. The thought of going another 4 years, your longest dry spell, untouched made you want to throw yourself off the roof.

Thank God the elevator doors opened & pulled you from your own destructive thoughts. There was no one in the living room or the kitchen & it was basically silent, because of course it was. It was a Friday night & everyone had their own things to do. So you wandered into the kitchen grabbed a fork from the utensil drawer & the new pack of AA batteries from the junk drawer.

Sinking into the couch you displayed your sad little picnic on the coffee table in front of you. Burger & fries, screw top wine bottle already part way empty, & batteries that were now your date for the night. You collapsed forward onto your own thighs letting your arms wirelessly drape over so your knuckles brushed the floor & sighed in complete defeat before muttering a "just kill me" into your leggings.

Sure you wanted a relationship, not necessarily with your FWB, but you were also very aware that beggers can't be choosers. You were a begger & you always had been, which is why you were where you were now. Horny, a little drunk, & on the verge of tears.

"But what if I kinda like having you around?" A deep but light hearted voice answered you softly from the hallway. Clearly trying not to startle you. Ending his statement with a chuckle, seemingly to apologize for eavesdropping.

With a groan you lifted your upper body back up to a seated position before flopping back into back of the couch. Looking up at the man who had spoke you felt your heart lift slightly. You should have guessed Bucky would be there. He wssn't a big fan of going out on the weekends, there were too many people out.

He cautiously moved forward, not 100% sure if he was welcome or not. You noticed his hesitancy & moved a few inches to your right signalling it was fine to join you. To reinforce your comfort with him joining you you told him "sorry Buck, if I knew you were here I would have gotten you food, but you can have mine if you want. I'm not that hungry anymore. Just don't touch my wine."

You forced a small laugh past your lips & tried not to come off too sad. As he sat down next to you, Bucky wasn't buying it. He could see the pain in your eyes. He wanted you to tell him what was wrong. He wanted you to tell him everything.

He knew you had plans tonight with that guy, the one that he really didn't like, but now you were here with tears in your eyes. He wanted to punch him for putting that look on your face. You had told Bucky you had no intention of getting serious with this guy, that you were friends from forever ago, that it just made you feel good someone was actually interested in you that way. You said you were so sick of dating & heartbreak, you just wanted to have fun. Well you didn't look like you were having much fun, & it didn't look like you felt particularly good. That tore him up inside.

You curled your legs up underneath you & pulled the blanket off the back of the couch onto your shoulders. You tried to ignore the way Bucky kept glancing at you as he picked at the fries. Every couple minutes he would hold one out to you & you would accept it. Eventually you softened enough that you finally said with a little bit of a shaky breath "he bailed on me at the last minute, again."

All Bucky could do was nod in understanding & turn to look at you. You were still staring at your hands, tears sparkling at the corners of your eyes. Finally letting them fall as you spoke again.

"I'm now consistently getting blown off by my friend with benefits. I can't even keep a guy interested when the only thing I'm asking him for is sex. How pathetic is that? I'm not even good enough to just be a regular fuck buddy for someone I guess."

You choked back a small sob. It wasn't about that particular guy, it was about all of them. How they had all beaten you down & made you feel worthless.

You had confided in Bucky one night after a particularly terrible date how you hadn't even gone on a date until college. That you had spent so much time watching all the other girls in high school get asked on dates, go to dances, & fall in love. While you were left to wonder what was so wrong with you. It's a wonder you had managed to lose your virginity at 19. Especially considering only one other guy had even so much as kissed you before that.

You had spent all your life being the girl who felt passed over, so when the opportunity of having a friend with benefits opened up you jumped at it. Not that you were overly attracted to the guy, which in a sex only relationship was a good thing, but you felt desired & that felt great. It was also the best sex, & really the only good sex, you'd ever had. So you put up with all the little inequalities & things.

Bucky wanted to grab you & hold you. Tell you how much time he spent thinking about you. Wanting you. How you deserved so much more. How he wanted to spend the rest of his life trying to give that to you.

The straw the finally broke the camel's back was when you stood up to go to your room. The wine bottle now mostly empty but most of the food still untouched. You shrugged off the blanket as you got up & started to wiggle your shoulders & reach back behind you with Bucky watching on in confusion.

"You wanna know the really pathetic thing? If it weren't for the fact that he's the only guy who's ever made me cum I don't think I'd put up with it... Or spend the money. There's $75 I'm never gonna see again." You chuckled in absurdity as you pulled your bra out through your sleeve & let the metallic maroon lace dangle from your fingers.

You said goodnight & shuffled away to your room dragging the see through bra behind you, leaving Bucky a jumble of emotions. On one hand he genuinely cared for you. In truth he was head over heels for you, & he didn't want to leave you feeling so down on yourself. You were kind, & smart, & funny, & my god you were so sexy.

He was also furious that not only had all these other guys treated you so badly, apparently they couldn't even mange to please you either. You were overdo probably at least a couple thousand orgasms & Bucky would happily give his right arm to be the one to remedy that.

Between your admission that none of your worthless ex's could make you cum & pulling your bra off like some dirty magic trick Bucky was also now really turned on. He didn't want to seem like he was taking advantage of you, especially since he really wanted you to be his girl, but he wanted you so bad right now. He looked at the table trying to formulate what to do.

The batteries. You had probably meant to take them with you. He could bring them to you. Although if his plan didn't work & he had to listen to you play with yourself with that fucking toy tonight thru the wall he might just explode. His hand lingered over the packet, it was now or never.

Before he could second guess himself he snatched the packet & quickly walked down the hall to your door. Knocking on the door before his brain could register the sound of the shower from the other side. He cringed as he heard you sniffle fumbling toward the door, cursing as you tripped over something before opening it

"Sorry for interrupting. You... You forgot these." He extended his vibranium hand & you noticed the batteries. Truth be told you had forgotten about them completely. You had been wrapped up in thinking about the man that now stood in front of you. You adored Bucky, but you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship when you were sure he didn't feel the same way. Secretly you dreamed of him whisking you off your feet like your very own Prince Charming, but you wouldn't take the risk of losing him completely. 

Now here you were, with your dream guy standing at your door. In your grungy sweatshirt, fancy new very tiny lace panties, & mascara tinted tears on your face. You moved back from the door & sat on the edge of your bed pulling your hands into your sleeves & staring at your fingers. You let the dark thoughts take over.

"Thanks you can just throw them on my nightstand. Umm.... Can I ask you a question Buck? As a guy... What's wrong with me? Why am I so unwantable? What makes me so unsexy? It's not even about him, I just..."

You finally broke. Dissolving into sobs completely forgetting the shower running. You held one hand to your face, trying to hide, & wrapped your other right around your waist.

Bucky's heart shattered & he scrambled into the room shutting the door behind him. Dropping to kneel in front of you, sliding your legs apart to slot himself between them without even thinking. He grabbed your hands away from your body & cradled your face in his hands. Quietly shushing you & kissing the tears away from your cheeks. Trying his best to soothe & calm you.

"Hey, hey, hey. Look at me sweetheart. There is not a god damn thing wrong with you, y/n. It's all those fucking guys that have something wrong with them. Okay? I wish I knew what to tell you to make you believe this, but you are so fucking sexy & incredible. Any guy that doesn't spend every moment of everyday wanting you is insane or stupid. I can't stand to hear you talk like this, watch you feel like this. I wish you could see what I see."

He pulled you flush to his chest & let you wrap your arms tight around his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He let you heave & squeak out a few more sobs into his neck, complete with several hiccups & hurried anxious breaths. He rocked you side to side, gently kissed your head, & tried to hold back his own tears. His heart ached for you, to love you, & he had let you down by even letting you feel this way in the first place.

Your breathing slowly leveled out & your arms released their death grip. Bucky let you pull back from his chest & pressed his forehead to your's. Your eyes puffy & your cheeks red. He had to tell you how he loved you. He had to show you how amazing & beautiful you were. Hopefully you would let him. Even if it was only for the night, he was determined to make you feel like the goddess you were to him.

Your soft sniffles continued & your eyes were still closed, but the tears had now subsided. He let his hands slide from your waist to the outside of your thighs rubbing his thumbs up & down against your soft skin. He suddenly became aware that he was on his knees between your bare legs, a place he thought he would only dream of ever getting to be. He started to speak & he knew there was no stopping.

"Listen I know that you are in a bad frame of mind right now, & I need you to know that I would never take advantage of you. If you tell me to leave I will. Just say the word. But... I want you to know that I mean every word okay? You are the sexiest woman in the world & you drive me absolutely insane. You have no idea how bad I want you. All you have to do is smile at me & I turn to goo. You can be dressed up or in this ratty sweatshirt & all I want to do is take you to bed & worship you. When you pulled that trick with your bra out there, oh my god, I nearly passed out with how fast my blood left my brain."

That statement made you giggle. It was only then that you realized you were holding your breath. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This couldn't be happening. It was too perfect. You let your hands rest on the back of his neck & play with his short chestnut brown hair. The muscles of your stomach clenched & your heart jumped when his fingertips pressed into your hips just below the thin waistband of your panties.

"It's not just physically either. I mean you are fucking gorgeous but God I love all of you so much, y/n. Your sense of humor, the way you think, the way you get along with everyone. I can't believe I'm actually telling you this, but I love you & I have loved you for so long. It has killed me watching you be with all those idiots. The fact that they made you feel this way, & didn't even put your pleasure first, makes me want to rip them limb from limb. You deserve so much better than them, you deserve so much better than me. You deserve the entire fucking universe at your feet. Right now I don't care if I'm making the biggest mistake ever & if you never want to even look at me after this, but please even just for the night, let me show you how much I love you & how incredible you are. Please just let me make love to you. Let me make you feel good. Let me try to give you what you deserve."

Your eyes had opened at some point during his confession & you were now staring deep into his gentle blue eyes. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed at him looking for any hint of hesitation or lies. You found none.

"Please y/n, just say something. You're killing me here." He pleaded, trying to steal his feelings. Now fearing the worst.

You moved your face just a little bit closer to his & began to pull his body into you. "Yes please Bucky. Make love to me."

Your mouths finally met in a soft but passionate kiss. His plump lips running over yours slowly caressing your skin. His tongue slow slid against your bottom lip asking to deepen the kiss, to let him in. You quickly obliged & he began to massage your tongue with his.

As you pulled apart you both panted out of breath. Pressing light kisses on each other & nuzzling your faces together it was your turn to confess.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I love you too Buck. I just thought there was no way you could love me."

He moved his hands to grip your ass & yanked you forward on the mattress. Groaning as he felt your bare ass cheeks separate by the delicate lace g-string. "I'm gonna spend all night showing you how much I love you, y/n. I'm gonna make you cum so many times you will forget anyone else exists."

He smashed his lips to yours & began clawing at the plush flesh of your hips. He pulled your sweatshirt over your head leaving you in just your panties. He dropped his gaze to look down at your body & inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your warm body & your now apparent arousal for him. The sound of him making you nipples stiffen in anticipation.

Bucky began placing hungry open mouthed kisses up & down your neck & throat as you wrapped your legs around his waist making his hips start to grind against you. You could feel his large hard bulge through the rough material of his jeans & the feeling of it only spurred you on. Your hands scraping up his side's to pull his shirt off.

"You are so sexy Bucky." You marveled at his body as you ran your hands up & down his chest. He smiled & sweetly kissed your lips.

"You're sexier baby. Now, since you've already got the shower running, why don't we go clean up before we run out of hot water. Plus if we keep going like this I'm gonna rip these tiny fucking panties right off of you, & if I remember right you said they weren't cheap."

Moaning at his suggestion you looked at him through lust heavy eyelids, now blissfully unaware of your smudged makeup. You nodded enthusiastically & squeaked in surprise as he effortlessly hoisted you up off the mattress, his hands under your thighs & carried you into the bathroom that was now clouded with steam.

He gently lowered you to your feet. Taking his time as his hands caressed slowly up your body. He looked at you like you were a precious piece of art. Your mouth fell open & you stood speechless at the man before you who in a single moment in a single touch had nurtured your heart, your mind, & your body in a way no one ever had.

He softly pressed his lips to yours as he pulled your hair loose & brushed it back. He started making his way down your body. Pressing kiss after kiss to your skin that was now buzzing like a live wire.

First he kissed your neck & whispered in your ear how beautiful you were. Then your collarbone, the top of each breast & between them. He let his lips ghost over your nipples without providing direct stimulation. He chuckled as you whined in protest & tried to angle a nipple back towards his mouth.

He pressed his face to the center of your ribcage & gently scolded you, "not just yet babydoll. I wanna take my time with you." Once he had reached your hips he kissed the top of each hipbine before placed a kiss right onto your mound over your panties.

Hooking his thumb under each side strap he gazed up & you for permission to take them off. You let your hands thread through his hair & whispered "please Buck".

He gave you a lopsided slightly goofy grin & said "as incredibly sexy as these are doll, & I definitely want to see you in the whole set sometime, I think you will be fucking delicious with them off." With that he slowly slid them down your legs, pausing momentarily as the wet fabric separated from your slick pussy. A groan was pulled deep from somewhere in his chest as he got his first good view of your sex. You were soaked.

"So wet doll. Can't wait to taste you later. All this really for me?" He inhaled your sweet scent & had to fight the urge to devour you right then & there. He dropped your panties to the floor & you stepped out of them as he stood back up bringing his hand to pop the button & pull down the fly of his jeans.

You took his hands & moved them to your waist before taking over where he had left off. Sliding your hands inside the denim fabric at his sides & catching your thumb in the waistband of his boxer briefs you tilted your head up & whispered into his throat. "All for you Buck. Just for you."

Placing a wet sucking kiss on his Adam's apple as you pushed the fabric of both layers down his muscular frame. Feeling the resistance of his hard cock against the elastic band of his underwear, you dropped your head down to see him as he sprung free. You both gasped in unison, him at the delicious bit of friction & you at the magnificent sight of him bare before you.

Dragging your fingers across his low belly you let yourself run your hand along the underside of his thick cock before stroking him up & down several times. As if reading your mind he leaned down to whisper in your ear "All for you babydoll. All because of you." & placed a kiss on the sweet spot under your lobe. 

Relishing each other's touch for a moment longer you stood on the balls of your feet & sunk into his kiss once more. As an anxious as you were for him to take you straight to bed you did want to wash the lingering stress from your body. So you reluctantly pulled apart & stepped into the shower under the warm water with Bucky's firm body pressed up behind you.

Between the heat of the water & the comfort of Bucky's arms around you, your muscles melted & you immediately felt even better. You grabbed your face wash & proceeded to scrub the remainder of ruined makeup for your eyes & cheeks.

Bucky's lips had yet to stop dragging along the skin of your neck, shoulders, & upper back. One flesh palm & one vibranium held tight against the curve of your soft stomach. If this was any other man you would cringe & move his hands away from your most insecure spot, but with Bucky it felt right. You extended your arms backwards to give his thighs a squeeze, telling him to soften his grasp momentarily so could reach to grab the body wash.

He gladly obliged & grabbed the bottle from your delicate fingers. He deftly flipped the cap & squirted a line of gel down the center of your torso. Your hands met & spread the slick substance over your frame in tandem. The heady scent of berries, patchouli, rose, & amber quickly enveloped you both adding to the eroticism.

His large hands groped & kneaded your breasts. For the first time his fingers began to toy with your nipples. Swirling the pads of his fingers around them before gently pinching them. The sweet sudden pressure caused your hips to buck back grinding your ass against him. His now leaking head making contact with your low back & his shaft sliding between your cheeks.

The touch of him so needy against you sparked a flame in your chest & you spun around in his arms to face him. You spent several more minutes running the fragrant suds over each other, seemingly trying to memorize the curves & planes of each other's bodies. Lips locked in heated contact.

It was you who reached the end of your rope first, pulling him under the stream to rinse you both as you began to beg him for more.

"Please James, I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me."

Between hearing you call him by his real name, & your desperate plea for him, his own resolve snapped. Quickly turning off the water & grabbing a towel to hurriedly dry you both. He picked you up once more, your legs wrapping around him & your dripping cunt pressed to his abdomen, & he carried you to your bed.

He laid you down on the soft blankets like you were a priceless piece of porcelain & gingerly lowered his large frame to rest on top of you. Your legs spreading open to slot his body flush against you.

He let his weight balance on his vibranium forearm & ran his flesh fingers over the curves of your right side. Cutting across the crease of your hip he stopped just short of where you body was screaming for his touch. He locked eyes with you one more time to confirm that  you still wanted this. That you still wanted him. As if there was any stopping the cascade of need for each other that had been set in motion.

You brushed your thumb across his cheek & grinned with a single nod. With that his fingers finally slid past your mound & down to caress the supple wet lips of your pussy. Initially ghosting over them with a single digit, but on feeling how drenched you were Bucky moaned a breathy "fuck" & pressed 3 fingers firmly to your slit.

The pressure he finally made against your cunt caused your back to arch & your eyes to snap shut. You legs pulled back farther to grant your soldier even better access to your sex & your hips were starting to rut against his fingertips. Bucky couldn't help but smile, never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought you would react like this to his touch.

He gently slid his long middle finger inside you as he brought his thumb to dance along the edges of your clit. He wanted to memorize every noise you made, from the whimpers coming from your plush lips to the wet suctioning against his finger each time it plunged back into you.

Without any warning he added his index finger to action, feeling your tight hole stretch to accommodate his second finger had his own control hanging by a thread. His vibranium hand gripping onto the pillow beneath your head.

"Fuck so tight babydoll." He praised under his breath as he bit his lower lip trying to keep focused on the pleasure he was wringing from you.

He quickly added his ring finger to his assault. Dragging all 3 three fingers in & out of your fluttering heat as he let his thumb draw more direct circles on your now throbbing clit. He could tell you were quickly hurtling towards the point of no return as he added a flick upwards in his wrist.

"Oh god Buck! Gonna cum, don't stop. Fuck yes James. Please don't stop!"

You now gazed slack jawed back into his sparkling blue eyes that were entirely focused on seeing you fall apart beneath him. Eyes that belonged to the sweetest man you had ever met, who was now responsible for the filthiest noises falling from your lips. You couldn't help but plead for him not to stop as your body began shaking & squeezing his fingers even tighter. Letting the wave of your orgasm crash against you.

You let him coax you back down slowly, stroking your hair with his metal finger tips as his flesh ones began to still inside you. Placing small kisses on your lips as fingers slipped from your wet depths, teasing along your now swollen sensitive pussy feeling how your orgasm had left you dripping. The thought that he was responsible for your wrecked state made a pride flourish in his chest.

Making sure you were watching his movements, he pulled his fingers to his mouth & took his time licking your juices from each one. It may only be his first real taste of you, but he knew right then that he would never get enough.

The sight of Bucky savoring the taste of your cunt on his fingers was almost too much to take. You felt empty & the only thing that could possibly make you feel full was Bucky's cock. You slid your hand down his sculpted abdomen & trailed a finger around his swollen leaking head working to spred his pre-cum around his ridge before closing your hand around his thick shaft & starting to pump him.

The feeling of him made your mouth water & your walls clench in anticipation. His cock was perfectly veined & silky to the touch. So solid & thick your fingers barely touched when wrapped around him. He began to needily thrust up into your fist when you added a twist at the end of each stroke. When he started to whimper you released his shaft & started to roll his balls between your fingers.

He eventually pulled your hands away from his cock & pinned them to the bed beside your head. He pressed his forehead to yours in between slow deep kisses as he tried to gather his composure. Panting as he looked at you laid out under him.

"I wanted to take my time with you doll, make you cum over & over before I let myself fuck you. Make you see stars with my fingers & my tongue, god so many times with my tongue, before I let you have my cock. But, fuck, you & this pretty little pussy are driving me nuts here. Don't think I can wait any longer."

You wrapped your legs around his hips & pulled his pelvis down to yours, managing to angle your hips just right so the tip of his cock was slotted just inside your opening.

"Then don't wait Bucky. Fuck me." Your expression softened for a moment, from one of passion to one of love, & you added, "wanna be your girl Buck."

Without a moment's hesitation he plunged his cock all the way inside of you. Eliciting a moan from both of you. Bracing & holding himself in place while your body adjusted to the stretch of him. While he waited he cupped your cheek with his left palm, the coolness of the vibranium a sharp contrast from the rest of his body.

"I've dreampt of hearing you say that. My girl."

Bucky placed one last sweet kiss on your lips before he started slowly thrusting in & out of you. Each push & pull dragging deliciously against your walls allowing you to feel every milimeter he gave you. Slowing all the more as the top of his cock head slid against your g-spot.

"Oh god Buck, you're so big. So fucking deep! Fuck me harder baby!"

You were gripping onto his shoulders, burying your face into his scar where his metal arm connected to his body. Making a conscious effort to place extra licks & kisses along the mared skin to show him how much you loved even the spot he sometimes hated.

"Yeah? You want it harder doll? Here I wanted to be all soft & sweet with you the first time. Should have known you were really a dirty little girl. Let me hear you baby. Tell me how my princess wants me to fuck her tight little pussy."

He punctuated his statement with a bite your neck & started thrusting harder into you, but he purposely kept his pace slow to let you get your words out. Even though he wanted to plow you into next week.

"Soft & sweet later James, right now I want it hard & fast. Been teasing me all night. Turning me into your little slut. You know what you're doing to me. Fuck me hard."

Bucky moaned loudly into your neck the moment he heard you call yourself his little slut. It took every ounce of strength he had not to cum right there. You were an absolute minx & he was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

"Well if you're my little slut then why am I doing all the work?" He quickly rolled so you were on top of him & before you could react he brought his right hand to slap your ass.

"Now be a good little slut & ride my cock. Take what you want baby. Make yourself cum & let me watch. There's my good girl."

Bucky had been so incredible to you already, even though you knew your night was no where near over, you wanted to give him a good show. You sat up nice & straight as you started to bounce on him. Letting your breasts jiggle up & down as the sound of you ass hitting his thighs richoted around the room.

You rolled your hips forward & backward as you rode his cock creating an extra friction on your clit. When that friction started to build & throb you let your head drop back & your eyes squeeze closed. Your hips thrust faster & shallower as you chased your orgasm.

Little squeaks & grunts coming from your lips as you fucked yourself on Bucky's cock. Your body was thrown over the cliff's edge as you felt his hips buck up from underneath you & your weight fell forward onto his chest as you shuttered & wailed.

He kept fucking you through your orgasm, thrusting into you from below. Each time his tip brushed your sweet spot a new firework burst behind your eyelids. Your mewls & whines pushing him right to his edge & he was chanting "so close baby."

As you started to come down you wanted to feel him even closer. Knowing his orgasm was just around the corner you wrapped your arms under his neck & pressed your lips to his ear as you whispered "Cum in my pussy James. Want you to fill me up."

Something snapped in Bucky's brain when you said that. Something animal took over & he threw you hard on your back before frantically rutting into you like his very life depended on it. His face was pressed into your neck & his teeth clenched when you heard him growl as he came.

Feeling his thick warm cum fill you spray by spray you sighed in pleasure & wiggled your hips to milk even more from him. Cooing in his ear about how good it felt being full of his cum, & it did.

He slowly leaned back & pulled himself from your body much to your reluctance. Watching as his cum began to trickle from you. He grabbed his shirt off the floor from were you had thrown it earlier & quickly wiped you down. It wasn't the best job but it was good enough for now. He wanted to hold you for a bit before either of you did anything else.

He dropped the shirt back to the side & pulled you tight to his chest. He knew what you said about being his girl, but his mind kept telling him maybe you just said it in the heat of the moment. So as you snuggled into his chest eyes closed with a content smile he began to open & close his mouth like a fish gasping for air.

From your comfy spot you said with a chuckle "I smell the gears starting to smoke Buck. Stop worrying. I meant it. I wanna be your girl. It took you long enough to ask."

You lifted your head up & kissed him. Staring into his eyes once more. Both full of passion & boyish charm. He couldn't help but a sheepish shrug & replied "well, I thought you deserve better than me."

Tilting his chin up slightly with your index finger you answered, "James Buchanan Barnes, there is no one better for me than you. I love you Bucky."

A genuine smile crossed Bucky's face & after so long the feeling of being honestly happy & in love felt brand new again. It was a feeling he could get used to.

"I love you more, y/n."

My Girl Part 1 (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: When Mike visits El and the Byers in California, the last person he expected to meet was Eddie’s girlfriend, who apparently exists.

Y/N notes: none

I was originally gonna call this one “The Dungeon Mistress” but that sounded WAY kinkier than I wanted it to be

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