Angsts: - Vinnie Thinking He Doesn't Deserve You And So Breaks Up With You And You Two Are Both Breaking

Books I’ve read and I wanna find people to talk about them with:

Off-Campus (and Legacy) + Briar U Series by Elle Kennedy

Dirty Air Series + The Fine Print by Lauren Asher

The Roomate by Rosie Danan

Games We Play by Dana Isaly

It Happened One Summer + Window Shopping + Fix Her Up by Tessa Bailey

The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas

The Cheat Sheet by Sarah Adams

The Wall Of Winnipeg And Me + Dear Aaron + From Lukov With Love + All Rhodes Lead Here by Mariana Zapata

The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood

The Player Next-door by K. A. Tucker

To Love Jason Thorn + To Hate Adam Connor + The Hardest Fall by Ella Maise

All In Series by Helena Hunting

Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover

Corrupt + Hideaway + Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas

The Flatshare by Beth O'Leary

Current books in my TBR:

From Mariana Zapata:

Under Locke

Kulti

Wait For it

The Made Series by Danielle Lori

The Addicted/Calloway Sister Series

From Collen Hoover:

All your perfects

It ends with us

Reminders of him

November 9

Smut request: not sure if you’re okay with this idea but if not it’s okay. It’s a weird one. Reader is hooking up with jj but like John b or rafe walk in but don’t interrupt, they get off to you two hooking up?

Red Handed - JJ Maybank

Pairing - Reader x JJ Maybank

Summary - John B had been in a dry spell lately, nothing was helping him until he caught sight of Y/N and JJ going at it on the porch of his home.

Warnings- Sex, foreplay, language. (Not really sure what you'd call John B wanking over his friends getting off?)

Note- JJ and Y/N are totally fine in helping out their best friend.

(Gif credit to @poguesofobx )

John B had been going through a dry spell recently, every girl he set his eyes on he was instantly turned off. Not because they weren’t drop dead gorgeous, he honestly didn’t understand why he couldn’t keep himself hard.

He thought it could be the fact he had a massive crush on Sarah Cameron and she would never go for a pouge like him. It was getting so bad that he couldn’t even wank, his sleep was continually disrupted because he couldn’t get rid of his pent-up frustration. His balls so blue it hurt to walk.

That was until he crawled out of his bedroom hungover, eyes still stuck together with sleep. Bumping into the kitchen bench multiple times until he was completely conscious.

He’d been pouring himself a glass of orange juice when he heard noises, he instantly walked over to the room his best friend JJ usually crashed in. The room was empty and the bed unmade as per usual.

He couldn’t put a finger on where the noise was coming from so, he dawdled over to the window, throwing himself onto the sofa. His eyes set upon you straddling JJ on the 1-seater sofa, perfect view of your plump ass.

He knew he should have got up and walked away but when he realized his dick was straining in his shorts, he couldn’t help but reach down to palm himself, he thought to himself that it would go away at first contact, but it only caused his dick to harden even more.

“Well shit” he said to himself, his eyes burning into the back of one of his best friends. Watching the way, she pushed herself down onto JJ’s clothed dick.

It was suddenly like he was in JJ’s spot; he could feel you on his body. Again, he knew this was wrong, but he’d been so frustrated for weeks. It finally felt good to have kept an erection for longer than 30 seconds. He couldn’t not touch himself. So, he reached inside of his shorts and held himself between his hands.

Head rolling back in Exstacy, getting himself off had never felt so good. The relief of his hand rubbing slowly already had his breath staggered and heart beat racing.

“You know John B is watching” you whisper into JJ’s neck; you’d noticed him as you both switched to the three-seater couch. It didn’t bother you one bit; it also didn’t bother JJ. You both had sex in public a lot and it was definitely a big turn on for the both of you.

John B had told JJ multiple times the rut he was in, he’d never come to you directly and said anything, but you couldn’t help but feel some sort of pride in the fact he was touching himself over you and JJ. It caused only caused you to get more aroused.

“Let’s give him a show” he smirks, his needy fingers massaging the skin on your thigh. You pull away from him to stand, reaching for the button on your shorts you shimmied out of them along with your Swim pants, leaving you bottomless in front of JJ and John B.

You made sure to spread your legs and bend slightly as you placed both hands on JJ’s bare thigh, leaning down to kiss him on the lips. You knew full well the sight of your soaking pussy would push John B over the edge. Bringing your legs up onto the couch to straddle JJ once more.

Your wet heat grinding onto JJ like your life depended on it, his hands grip your waist roughly and pull you off him. His fingers coming between you both and teasing your aching entrance. You can feel yourself throb against the pads of his fingers, they push deep into you and curve into a ‘come here’ motion.

Your head rolls back and he urges you to grind your hips into his hand. JJ’s eyes don’t leave your face, watching the way it twists and pants as you let loose onto his fingers. He loves watching you fuck him; he loves the way your eyes roll to the back of your head and your jaw clenching every time his thumb brushes over your sensitive bud.

“Yeah, like that, faster” you moan out, shaking your hair to fall off your shoulders. Your hand reaches around to pull off your tank top, leaving you in your skimpy red bikini top. JJ’s hands ripping the barely their triangles to expose your breasts. You place both your palms flat on JJ’s chest to keep yourself steady as you ride him.

Your nipples perky and inviting, his mouth comes forward to suck and tug on them. Your eyes momentarily leave JJ’s hungry pupils to check back in on your guest, John B doesn’t even notice you looking at him as his eyes are staring holes into JJ’s fingers that are buried deep in you.

Your eyes squeeze shut as JJ roughly brings you down onto his fingers as he notices you staring at John B, jealousy courses through his veins and he can’t help but finger fuck you harder until you're crying out in pleasure, stray tears leave your close eye lids staining your cheeks.

Your orgasm shaking your body to its core, soaking JJ’s fingers in the process. He pulls out to suck them clean and pulls your face back to his. Lips pressing together rushed and sloppy, tongues battling with one another. You begin to grind into him once more.

“Get down on your knees” he says, you're on your knees before he can help you up. Looking up through your lashes, you part your mouth ready to take him in, greedy hands crawling at his thighs.

John B was on cloud 9, his fingers wrapped around his painfully hard dick. He had reached over grabbing the lotion that sat upon the coffee table, praying to the lord for Kie leaving it there.

The wetness from the moisturizer giving him no restriction as he tugged on his dick. Eyes set upon you; your mouth wrapped around JJ’s cock. He could tell from the angle that JJ was hitting the back of your throat as he watched the way your throat tightened each time and you let out un godly noises that would be burnt in his mind forever.

Small beads of spit trickled down your chin until it landed on your exposed breast, they bouncing slightly as you bobbed up and down. JJ’s hands gripping around your long brown hair until it was placed into a messy ponytail and tugged slightly, your eyes staring up at him as tears continued to fall from the roughness of his face fucking, you loved it though.

John B’s mind blocking out everything else around him except for the two people in front of him. He could feel his orgasm taunting him, he wanted to let go so bad but it just wasn’t happening.

He began to get frustrated within himself until he saw you pull away from JJ and stand back up, he watched as you pushed JJ back onto the couch. You took your rightful seat back around JJ. He watched the way you sank down onto his cock with ease, your knees helping you to bring yourself up and down onto his shaft.

You were bouncing so hard your tits started to hurt, JJ’s hands coming up to massage them and tweak at your nipples. Your orgasm once again bubbling in your lower stomach, your body heating up as your pussy pulsed around him.

“Hold on switch” JJ says, he pulls you off him without hesitation and spins you around. Your knees meeting the couch once more and JJ standing behind you, your hands pressing firmly into the headrest of the couch.

He pushes into you once more and his hand comes up to press your face into the couch, your back arching to push your ass further into him, his hips hitting your cheeks with each thrust. You can’t help the moans falling from your lips at the new angle you had been placed in, he was hitting that perfect sweet spot with each thrust.

“Faster” you moan, one hand holding onto your hip as he picks up the pace. His other hand coming down to slap one of your ass cheeks. A small shriek leaving your lips but you still push back onto him urging him to do it again and again until you were red raw and he left a hand print.

“I can feel you squeezing around me” JJ states, his eyes rolling to the back of his head once more. His breathing staggered as his hips push deeper inside of you, this was a workout in its self and he was trying so hard to keep steady. His legs shaking as his orgasm creeps up.

John B couldn’t hold back anymore when he heard the way you screamed out in pleasure, the way sweat dripped down your forehead and your fists balled around the material of the couch. His orgasm overtaking him and warm beads of cum spat out on his stomach, soft moans of relief left his lips.

His head dropping back onto the couch in success, he had finally gotten off for the first time in weeks. He wasted no time in cleaning up and hiding back in his room, he would never tell a soul about what he had just done. Little did he know the idea you had in mind.

“Next time we invite him to join?” You question, a small laugh leaving your lips as you watch the way JJ ignores you. You knew it would take some convincing for a threesome.

Tag list- @maybankforlife

Hi! How about 42 with Ari Levinson? 😏

Pairing: Ari Levinson x black!reader

Word Count: 460

Prompt: Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

You drop the magazine you’re reading to your lap and pull your sunglasses down your nose. A smirk crosses your lips as you watch the muscles of Ari’s back flex with his movements. You should be helping, but the sun and the nice breeze and the crash of the ocean in the short distance called your name a lot louder than the paint buckets. You continue to watch as he stretches out to apply a fresh coat of paint to the outside of your new resort. His muscles ripple underneath the sun, the natural light accentuating every curve and dip of his beautiful body.

You throw the magazine to the side and stand, your toes sinking into the warm sand. You sneak up behind him and wrap your arms around his middle, laughing as he jumps from your sudden presence. You drop your lips right between his shoulder blades and pepper quick kisses along his back as you cup his chest in your hands.

“If you’re not going to help, you need to sit back down.” He chides, “I wanna finish this.”

“I’m. not. Doing. Anything.” You say between each kiss, dragging your nails down his chest and stomach

You swing around him, slipping in between him and the wall and smile brightly as he shakes his head in disappointment. You laugh, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling your face to his neck. He jumps again as your cool lips meet his skin, this time pulling a laugh from him. You drag your lips down his hairy chest and peck at his nipple, laughing as his laugh grows louder and fuller.

“Stop it.” He laughs as he squirms, “Stop!”

You drag your fingers down his sides, your nails scratching his skin as you swirl your tongue around his pink nipple. You bite down and he yelps, dropping his hands to your sides to squeeze you. He pushes you against the wall and pushes your chin up with his knuckles only to find a large smile on your face. He kisses you deeply, stealing the air right out of your lungs as he pushes his lower half in between your legs.

He lifts you effortlessly and places each of your long legs around his waist before sliding his hands to your ass. You push his face in between your breasts as he walks the two of you inside, hissing as his tongue slides down your cleavage. You don’t even know why he tries to fight you anymore. You always win this little game of yours.

“I just want you to know,” He starts, tossing you to the bed and dropping his little green shorts from his waist, “I let you win.”

“Uh huh,” You wink, “Sure you did, Ari.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes, doctor,” you confirm.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y-yes, doctor.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Painful?” Bucky asks worriedly.

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

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

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

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

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

He begins rubbing it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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In the more polite appropriate way possible...please let me sit on Vinnie’s face

Author: i- I couldn’t agree more tho

Warnings: smut

It’s genuinely five in the morning and you see the sun rising outside the window since you forgot to close the curtains. You furrow your brows as you hold onto the wall, one of your hands keeping your hair from falling in front of your eyes. Soft whimpers roll off your tongue followed by louder moans. You squeeze the grip on the piece of wood as you dare to look down. Vinnie is looking up at you, face between your legs and although you can’t really see his mouth you know he has his usual shit eating grin on. His hands grasp your thighs, on each side of his head as he tortures your throbbing core. Your legs have become jelly, it’s been hours since you’ve started and he won’t let you rest. It’s either him flipping you around or eating the shit out of you. His tongue collects the dripping juices from your slit as you cry out his name. ‘Please... oh shit, Vinnie...’ ‘uhm... what?’ ‘Fuck i- I cant’ you’re genuinely whining and tearing up as you feel the usual knot tightening in your stomach. You physically can’t keep it going but there’s no way you’re pushing him off you. You know all it would take him to step back is the keyword, your safe word but you are too overwhelmed by pleasure to actually stop. ‘U know the words, darlin...’ he murmurs against your lips and then starts to fuck you with his tongue. You hold onto the headboard with both of your hands, your hips start to move against his face and you genuinely can’t be quiet anymore. Loud moans and profanities escape your lips and you already know the others are going to make fun of you for the rest of your life, but at this point nothing seems to matter. Not when Vinnie has his tongue slipping in and out of you and looks at you as if he’s eating his last meal after being starved for weeks. ‘Feels good?’ He winks at you when he sees you almost sitting completely on his face. He wouldn’t mind but he knows you’re too scared to hurt him to do that. However he feels your thighs shaking so hard he’s not too sure you’re not going to give in. One of his hands makes its way up to your body, brushing against your stomach and cupping one of your breasts. His fingers pinch the nipple and you whine loudly. ‘Fuck yes... oh god don’t stop’ your hand drops down, on his hair and you really wanna pull it but also don’t want to overdo. The hand he had on your boob looks for yours and tangles it in his curls so you complies and he lets out a low groan, positioning his fingers around your nipple once again. ‘Taste so good, baby... Cant get tired of this pussy...’ you pull his hair more as you feel butterflies in your stomach. You really can’t believe how this man has you on your knees even when he’s clearly under you. ‘Vinnie... fuck... im close...’ you moan squeezing shut you eyes. He smirks and gives your clit a soft and harmless bite which leads you to widening your eyes and let out the loudest and most surprised moan ever. ‘Cum on my face then.’ He’s not telling you, he’s demanding. So you do. You finally let go and all the tension leaves your body as he laps up your slit as you pant loudly. ‘Fuuck... Oh jesus... That fucking- fucking tongue of y-yours’ you moan as he presses a soft and wet kiss on your overstimulated clit. His hands caress your thighs sweetly as he watches you recovering. You get off his face before he can go another round. You don’t know if it’s because of the sun rising or it’s really obvious but his mouth and chin are covered in your release and you smirk. ‘You got a lil something...’ you joke pointing at his mouth. ‘Oh yea? Here?’ He licks his lips and you feel yourself growing wetter again. You can see it in his eyes, the lust, desire, need. You love to tease him but you are always going to give everything he wants to him. ‘Cat got your tongue, doll?’ He smirks pulling you closer and you smile, wrapping an arm around his naked torso. ‘Cuz I ain’t finished with you just yet...’ he smirks getting on top of you as you sigh and try to hide your amusement. You’re in for a long morning...

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relationships: natasha x reader, wanda x reader, eventual natwanda x reader

summary: your mommy (natasha) shows you off to wanda, together they have some fun with you

word count: 0.6k

warnings: dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, exhibitionism/voyeurism, threesomes, degradation, pussy spanking, embarrassment, brief orgasm control

smut! minors dni

“come here, dove.” natasha instructs, patting her lap. you’re filled with excitement, and nervousness as you walk over, playing with the flimsy baby doll dress she told you to wear. you perch yourself on her leg, clenching your thighs together. you don’t dare look at the other fully clothed woman on the couch yet.

natasha smirks, running a hand up your bare thigh. she dips her fingers under the short hem and hums in approval at your lack of panties. “good girl. do you wanna show wanda how good you are?”

you shyly nod, “yes mommy.” wanda moans at the word and natasha smirks. “come on little one, lay down across my lap for me. on your back.” you follow the instructions sliding down until you’re draped across her legs and looking at the ceiling. at this angle she has access to your whole body.

you’re still holding your legs tightly together. “don’t be shy now, baby girl,” natasha tuts, spreading your thighs so you’re on display for wanda. you shiver at the exposure. the brunet groans at your already wet core, making your face burn.

“aw what a cute pussy,” she coos, watching you clench around nothing. when you don’t respond natasha lightly spanks said pussy, making you yelp. “wanda complimented you. what do you say, dove?”

“thank you wanda,” you mumble, embarrassed to be punished in front of someone else but loving it. she chuckles in a way you’re not used to hearing from her, “you're welcome, princess.”

natasha runs her fingertips across your tummy, making you shiver at the light touch, “first i’m gonna show wanda how to make you cum.” she grazes your thighs, “then you’re going to eat us out.” her hands finally make it to where you want them, cupping your pussy, “then i’m gonna watch wanda fuck you, little one.”

you whimper at the words making both women smirk. wanda watches closely as the redhead circles your clit. “please mommy,” you whine, trying not to squirm. “tell mommy what you want,” she instructs, voice stern. your face burns as you plead, “i want your fingers mommy, please.”

“you sound pretty when you beg, princess” wanda hums, enjoying the gasp you let out when natasha starts fingering you. “thank you,” you pant, remembering what your mommy told you earlier. natasha laughs darkly, “what good manners, dove. even when you’re spread out like a little slut.”

you groan at the words, a familiar heat pooling in your tummy within minutes. “mom-mommy,” you stutter. she hums, “what baby girl? you need to cum? already?” you nod frantically at the mocking question. “beg, little one.” you whine in protest, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure and embarrassment of it all.

she slows down, making you whimper. “use your manners or i’ll stop. are you shy now that wanda’s here? we both know you like being watched, dove.” you start babbling, desperate for release. “please mommy, i want to cum. i’ve been a good girl.” you hesitate a moment before adding, “i want wanda to see me cum. please mommy.”

she smiles, rubbing your clit faster, “alright little one, you can come. show wanda how messy you are.” you moan, arching off her lap, your legs quaking. the brunet watches with dark eyes as your pussy leaks. she dips a finger into your wetness making you whimper at the sensitivity. you tiredly raise your head to watch her suck her finger clean, winking at you. natasha looks down at you, “were not done yet, baby girl. on your knees.”

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a/n: since my 1st smut drabble did so good i decided to do another one w/ everyone's fav mommy's! feedback and requests are welcomed <3

Everywhere You Want to Be

Everywhere You Want to Be: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic

Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Word Count:  1862

Rating:  E

Square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ - Wade Wilson

Warnings: Smut (MF, oral sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism)

Synopsis: Every time you and Bucky try to get close, Wade is already there.  Eventually, you decide if he really wants to watch that badly, you might as well let him.

Everywhere You Want to Be

Wade Wilson was everywhere you wanted to be.  It was like he had an innate sense of when you and Bucky were about to get a little too frisky in a public area and there he would be.  He would walk in on the two of you while you were kissing in the hall.  If Bucky was cooking and you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, just as you started to nibble the shell of Bucky’s ear, Wade would appear and ask what was for dinner.  One time the two of you were making out on the couch and he came into the room and just dived on top of you both.  It was like he had a sixth sense for foreplay.

You had started to tick down the days before Wade went back out into the world and was no longer staying with the Avengers. Not that you disliked him.  He was pretty entertaining really. Especially when he started talking to people who weren’t there like you were on some kind of television program, but you really just wanted to be able to kiss your boyfriend and him not interrupt.

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summary: Billy Hargrove needs a Queen and you need someone to help you get out of the hellhole that you are currently in as you move to Hawkins. It should be an easy and obvious solution, right?

Not, not even close. Because it doesn't matter if Billy keeps dreaming about you or that you think that if the sun and the sea had a love child it would look like Billy, you really hate each other's guts -at least, that's what you keep telling yourselves- until you are caught in a not so great position. literally. Lots of insults flying around, lots of lying to yourself, lots of fighting before ending up against a wall your lip inches away from his because that's what enemies do, right?

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A Fine Line*

Pairings: Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Steve doesn’t know when the friendship became something more, but now you’re in front of him, dripping with need and the rain has come for you both. A/N: NSFW Sex-Pollen, Super-Soldier, Super-Smut!! Angst at the end. Warnings: Dub-con. Hurt. Twist at the end please don’t read this if you are unsure of any of these warnings.

Tony quirks an eyebrow over to your spot at the conference table when he walks in. You’re there early, hands over your lap, legs crossed underneath. It’s quite a sight, he thinks, coming from a woman who can hardly be bothered to exit a burning building.

It’s eight-thirty. The fact that you are the first to be in the conference room raises all his red flags. He tugs his lavender glasses up and down his nose bridge just to make sure he’s not hallucinating. The frown he sports stretches lower until it melts into his well-groomed beard.

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