haikyuu!! mafia au, afrofuturism + dark dystopia. fem!reader, explicitly poc and chubby coded — systematic misogyny and misogynistic values, criminal and morally questionable activity, various bdsm dynamics, varied levels of dark content.
La’Puellavus, a prestigious underground XXX nightclub in the futuristic dystopian hell of Los Toyko. A safe place for those discriminated against, the golden ticket for a chance to a better life and an all-around criminal treasure trove.
The first criminal syndicate made by women, run by women and protected by women. Profiting from the gullible and the fools, turning the tides on those who had done them wrong — men.
Because who run the world? Women. And who dominates the criminal underworld?
You.
Completed—
Worth the sacrifice. [Takanobu Aone] cw. — political and forced marriage, size kink, service/pleasure dom + more. (Submission for Omertà collab)
Wips—
Kōtarō Bokuto, Masochismo “Masochism” ft. sadomasochism dom/sub dynamics, unexpected courting, dubcon + more.(Submission for Omertà collab)
Kiyoomi Sakusa, Pestilenza “Pestilence” ft. enemies-to-lovers, sadistic dom, potential dark content + more. (Submission for Omertà collab)
fem!reader, poc and chubby coded — dubcon, degradation «usage of words like fuck-dolly & cockslut», dumbification, hair pulling, size kink, subtle sugar daddy dynamics, rough play, d/s dynamics, oral «m!receiving».
minimal proofreadingandediting. reblogs and comments appreciated! ♡
Men who’ll happily lean against your bedroom doorway, beefy arms crossed over his chest. Heated gaze stuck on you, standing there to watch you put your finishing touches of makeup on.
The rush of male pride from seeing you sit at your ivory coloured vanity, mirror outlined by lightbulbs and surrounded by all the makeup you’d ever need, like some sweet little doll.
Surrounded by things that cost nearly five paychecks, everything he bought for you.
His sweet little doll.
Growing hard against his pants before he repositions himself, prevalent veins thumping softly and cock twitching with every move you make.
The way you use the soft-tipped lipstick to apply your favourite shade, or how you greedily coat dewy clear gloss on, even how you use your finger to pat and rub a tint into your lips.
Hypnotic.
He’s by your side in seconds, large hands making quick work of his belt and pants. Your plush cheeks smooshed together by calloused fingers, lips pouting out so harsh it hurts.
A depraved chuckle lingers in his throat, delighted at the sight of you. Fuck, how you look up at him, lips presented like a fuckdoll.
Just for him.
Manipulating his hefty cock, thumping his thickness against your face, shaft smacking your lips until they’re tender.
Before rubbing his cockhead along your sore pout, slapping your pitiful face with his cock every time you moan in protest.
Pearls of precum gather at his slit, the hearty taste of him making your head spin. Treating your poor pretty lips how he treats your needy little pussy; just something for him to use, abuse and ruin.
Watching you decorate his flushed glans with sticky lip-prints, glossy smudges along his length. Balls painfully full and cock bouncing with every breath he takes, choking out those delicious words.
“Beg me, ya’stupid lil cockslut”
And stupid you were – fat tears rushing down your cheeks, empty pussy clenching around the air as your desperate fingers rub circles into your clit.
So you’ll beg, beg and beg and beg. Pleas slurred and unintelligible, ditsy giggles littering your jumbled words, so close to cumming you couldn’t think.
Thighs quaking uncontrollably, climaxing as soon as he’s cumming on your lips.
Impatient hand pumping his sensitive cock, milking himself until he’s shooting strings of cum over your features.
Loving every second, like you always do, because you’re his obedient little fuck-dolly.
“Whatta good lil fucktoy, all cock dumb an’ pathetic, ain’t you?” He mutters, another deep chuckle and hand tangled in your hair.
“Yeshsir,” your words more habit than anything, tongue dragging along your sore assaulted lips.
Satisfied adoration, callous thumb caressing your cheek as he placed a kiss on the top of your head, “How bout we buy you that lipstick collection you wanted.”
All For One, Atsumu Miya,Enji Todoroki, Eren Jaeger, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez, Hidan, Joker, Katsuki Bakugo, Kei Tsukishima, Madara Uchiha, Sosuke Aizen,Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, Touya Todoroki, Yuji Terushima
JEAN HAD FOUND HIMSELF IN A BIT OF TROUBLE forgetting the two year anniversary of him and his girlfriend. Gabby was, rightfully so, completely upset with the man she called her boyfriend. Having been so caught up in his own life, he’d missed the entire day ‘til it was too late. Which led him to desperate measures; Eren and Y/n.
“Pretty sure she hates your guts, man.“ The boxer shared, draping both arms behind the black sectional he sat on and spreading his legs.
Y/n scoffed next to him and shoved his right leg harshly. “She doesn’t hate him. Just disappointed is all.” Which was worse than her hating him.
And Jean knew this as his face fell deeper in despair.
“I can’t lose her guys. Please! Please help me apologize.” Jean looked to be on the verge of tears, looking worse for wear.
Gabby and Jean were the physical embodiment of soulmates if there ever was such a thing. The two of them ending would be devastating for the both of them.
“Don’t think apologies work that way.”
“We’ll help.”
The two frenemies glared at each other while Jean engulfed them both in a hug of appreciation.
“Thank you! Thank you!” His gratefulness was muffled by the sectional but the two could hear him clearly.
Eren rolled his eyes and shoved him off of them. “You’re going to be late for practice.” He grumbled, annoyed with being roped into the situation.
Jean, reminded of his commitments for the day, straightened up and grabbed the duffel bag he’d left at the front door before leaving.
“Okay so, you do all the work and let me know when you’re done.” Eren patted Y/n’s leg absentmindedly, using her thigh to push off the couch and stand.
Her face screwed up in disgust at him touching her. “You must be out of your fuck ass mind. Put on a shirt and let’s go help our friends.”
“Not listening.” He sang like a child, opening cabinets in his kitchen in search of something.
Y/n slipped her shoe off and threw it at his head.
“Now!!”
Eren had continuously rubbed the small knot in the back of his head, an angry expression on his face. The two had been walking the streets of downtown for at least an hour, gathering anything and everything to help Jean out. Y/n scanned the street for the floral shop she found online, their second to last stop for the day.
“So I’m thinking we will make one bouquet with two types of flowers.” She spoke aloud, sharing her thoughts with a man who couldn’t care less.
Eren rolled his eyes and readjusted the shopping bag on his shoulder.
“Whatever makes this shit go by faster, I don’t care.” He muttered angrily.
This was not how he wanted to spend his Saturday. It was almost two in the afternoon and normally he’d be in the gym right now, sparring with Levi til he couldn’t go any more. But Levi banned him from the gym, told him he had to get his head right first, whatever the fuck that meant. So, Eren’s been grumpy ever since.
And after his vulnerable moment with Y/n last week, he’s been especially dreading being around her.
“You know, you’re a shitty friend.”
Her blunt tone took Eren by surprise as they stopped in front of the pastel purple shop. He sported a dumbfounded look on his face while Y/n eyed the flowers on display for any that could be of use.
“What the fuck?”
Y/n hummed in response, ignoring him and his question. “Those dhalia’s are gorgeous! Those and the peonies.”
A firm grip placed a weight on Y/n’s forearm, her eyes trailing down to find Eren’s hand on her body.
“The hell—”
“Yo! Y/n!” Someone had called for her behind them, Y/n flickering her gaze to a small group of males walking their direction. One of them having the same complexion as her.
“O!!!”
Forcefully removing Eren’s grip on her arm, Y/n excitedly greeted her older cousin with open arms. “Hey! What are you doing over here?” She asked, taking a moment to bask in his familiar comfort.
“We just left the bakery down the street. Nicolo’s family owns the place, as well as the restaurant right across from it.” The six-three athlete explained, releasing Y/n from the hug.
That’s when she took the chance to look at the four other guys walking with her cousin. Each looked as handsome as the last, with pretty faces and dangerous eyes that could easily get most girls, paired with their stature alone and they looked amazing. But then she caught eyes with one of them and was reminded of her surroundings and who she was with.
A rushed Fuck! stumbled out of her barely parted lips when Eren called her name and made his way over.
“Eren, go wait in the shop–” “Eren Yaeger…you look different from the last time I saw you. How’s that face of yours? Still ugly I see.”
request: can we get more of rio and his wife? pls each of their stories are so cute:)
pairing: rio x his wife | rating: | words: 1.4k
sum: each year rio complains that you go “over the top” for his birthday. when he wakes up to no crazy displays of affection, he can’t help but feel some type of way.
Sleeping in isn’t Rio’s thing.
Usually, he’s the one kissing you awake. His lips and hands warm against your skin, coaxing you closer until you’re tangled with him. Both of you soon eager to spend one last time intertwined before getting up to face your responsibilities.
His birthday is the only exception to this ritual.
Each year, Rio is woken up the same way. To the smell of lavender against your skin. The weight of your body pressing his into the mattress. Pillow soft kisses brushing against his jaw, cheeks, and neck. But never pressing against his lips until you are awarded a sleep-laden smile.
Your words always came out softly, a soft kiss breaking them apart. “Happy Birthday, Christopher.”
That was the last soft and quiet approach you’d take for the remainder of the day. Rio learned that he was to expect a day of celebration when he got out of bed.
This is why his head instantly lifts from the pillow the second it registers that the orange hue of sunlight is against his eyelids.
He finds your side of the bed empty—no sign of you in the room. The bedside table holds the alarm clock and his phone. No perfectly wrapped gift box, not even a note.
A quick shower and pulling on of clothes go uninterrupted. No Marcus shuffling in with a handmade card, no stolen kisses from you with promises of a dinner.
Nothing.
When he reaches the top of the stairs, Rio’s phone is against his ear. The dial tone of an outgoing call rising his brow.
As you turn to retrieve your phone from the counter, you pause at the sight of your confused husband in the kitchen entryway.
“Why are you calling me?” You ask as you peek down at your screen.
You’re not met with an instant response. Instead, Rio’s attention lies elsewhere. On the kitchen table where Marcus currently sits. Concentrating on drowning his waffle in syrup, Marcus offers up his father a smile as Rio ducks down to place a kiss against his hair.
“Happy Birthday, Dad,” Marcus grins before refocusing his attention on his breakfast.
Rio expects you to cross the room to kiss him, but you’ve already gone back to transferring waffles to the empty plate in your hand.
“You got five more minutes, Marcus,” you note. “Then we need to get ready for school.”
You nearly drop the plate as you turn and narrowly avoid bumping into Rio’s chest. But, instead, you take a step back, tilting your head back for a better glimpse at your husband’s face.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” The wide grin on your face draws Rio closer. His hands instantly find your waist, guiding your body closer to his. “I was about to come to wake you up. Waffles?”
Rio’s eyes take in the waffles you lift, the action preventing his lips from meeting yours.
“That’s it?”
His question dampens your smile, the offered plate lowering as you step out of his touch.
“Fine,”you huff as he follows you across the kitchen. “I’ll just eat it myself.”
“I meant, no balloons, no…big ass, glittery banner–”
“You’re the one who said you didn’t want any of that,” you remind him as you set the plate on the table. “So, I just made breakfast. Kept it simple.”
You watch Rio’s eyes pass over the house suspiciously, as though he’s expecting something to pop out when he least expects it.
Taking a seat, he guides you down onto his lap. “Since when do you listen to me?”
“I listen to you all the time,” Marcus smiles through a mouthful of strawberries and whipped cream.
“True,” Rio chuckles, his hand ruffling his son’s hair.
A smile spreads across your lips as you attempt to concentrate on cutting the waffle before you. You can feel Rio’s eyes on you as he adds.“You always listen…your mom…not so much.”
“That’s not true!”
“Yeah, it is.”
Between the finality in Rio’s voice and the giggles spilling from his son, you find your eyes rolling.
Glancing over your shoulder, you catch sight of Rio’s smirk as he takes the fork from your hand. Then, stealing a bite, he chuckles as you wait for his gaze to meet yours.
“I listen to you.”
The statement is valid but not a hundred percent true. That’s why your husband can get a sheepish smile out of you as your statement lingers.
“You only listen when you want something.” Rio’s playful eyes betray the seriousness of his tone.
You open your mouth to object, but it shuts as Rio’s brow arches. Arguing is pointless because he’s right, as much as you hate to admit it. From the moment you met, Rio has figured out every way to get you to listen to him. It often involves the touch of his lips and hands. Both of which keep the smile on your lips as you opt to take a bite of his waffle instead of adding further comments.
“I thought you’d at least wake me up this year,” Rio mumbles against your neck.
“Why would I do that?” Your wide and innocent eyes cause Rio’s eyes to roll. “I’m just saying, it’s just a regular day. Why would I do anything special?”
The sound of your phone alarm steals your attention, Rio letting out a loud, audible groan of irritation as you get up to retrieve it from the kitchen counter.
“Marcus, give daddy a kiss. Then, you need to go get dressed for school.”
Shoveling the remainder of his food in his mouth, Marcus briefly wraps his arms around his dad’s neck before taking off towards the stairs.
You start to clean up the mess Marcus has left behind, but Rio’s hands find your waist. Tugging, he ignores your hand as you attempt to swipe his away.
“Stop–I need to get ready too–” Two swipes in, you realize he’s not going to relent. Finally, allowing him to pull you down onto his lap, you release a huff as you meet your husband’s gaze. “What do you want? A kiss?”
Leaning forward, you place a kiss against Rio’s lips. It leaves as quick as it comes. You’re nearly out back on your feet before Rio’s eyes open, his mind registering that the kiss has ended.
You suppress the giggle threatening to spill out as Rio’s brow furrows, the soft pout of his lips forcing you to remain seated in his lap.
Leaning forward, you allow your nose to brush against his, the action drawing Rio’s lips back to yours. Rio’s grip tightens around you, keeping you in place as your lips brush against his cheek before drifting to his jaw. You’re met with a familiar soft smile when your lips find his again.
“Happy Birthday, Christopher.” Moving to stand, you allow your husband a final kiss before gently pushing his hands from your waist. “I have to go get dressed.”
“Thanks for breakfast.”
The tone of his voice is one you’ve heard a million times. It is one his son has inherited and has nearly perfected. One that is pulled out anytime either one is prepared to sulk. It is one of your many weaknesses. It has a 99% efficiency rate.
Rio must admit he’s impressed that it doesn’t prevent you from leaving. He expects you to double back, but you don’t. Instead, after quickly washing the dishes, you disappear around the corner.
You and Marcus have returned, dressed and ready for the day by the time Rio has finished his breakfast.
He’s making coffee when a blur of Marcus speeds past, calling out, “bye, dad!” as he heads to the front door.
“Want some coffee?” Rio offers as your footsteps can be heard coming down the stairs.
“No, thanks, but can you do me a favor?”
“Yeah.” Glancing up from the steaming mug, Rio pauses as he takes in your budding smile.
“Close your eyes and make a wish?”
Rio’s head shakes softly. A grin spreads from ear to ear as he takes in the red velvet cupcake in your hands. His eyes linger on the lit candle as you walk around the island to meet him.
Rubbing his palms together, he lets his eyes briefly meet yours before letting them close.
Rio blows out the candle.
He takes your face in his hands, a soft smile finding his lips as your weight shifts to your toes to meet him halfway. The kiss relaxes your body against him, your free hand drifting to the nape of his neck.
“What’d you wish for?”
“For you not to listen to me next year,” he mumbles. His lips press a lingering kiss against yours.
Rio catches sight of a mischievous grin as you pass him the cupcake.
“You might not have to wait until next year,” you hint. The promise stops your husband mid-bite. “See you tonight!” You call as you head to the door.
kimetsu characters watching their black fem s/o take down/install protective styles:
enthralled:
kyōjurō(you have never heard so much excitement and so many questions. grinning as brightly as ever, sitting beside you with his arms crossed. as much as he loves how perfect your natural hair is, he is so impressed that you can make such beautiful and unique styles! “you possess such talent, my love!”),
tengen(bragging on how flamboyant you two will look after he does your makeup and dresses you. “perfect eye candy. you are, princess”. squeezing you kissing your cheek randomly the whole time)
douma(clapping in excitement he is a dumb. “oooo, how will you be doing it???” you can switch the colors, too?? even to mine??! LET’S MATCH, DOVE!!“ honestly he’s ready to worship you by the time he sees the concept forming)
tanjirou(i mean of course.),
zenitsu(of courser. he’s squealing and swooning the entire time, passes out cold seeing the final product.),
mitsuri(a doting, sweet, loving mess, cuddling and so excited about how pretty you’ll look),
kanae(she’s your cheerleader for everything)
helpful:
akaza,sabito(rubs your hands and neck afterward, pulls you to him and growls how sexy you look and how beautiful you are into your neck throughout the entire next week and every day pretty much),
tanjirou(clean up crew, the most wholesome compliments and making dinner),
gyomei(insists on you lying down after as well, so he can hold you and smell you. he adores the scents of your products),
sanemi(it’s a mf photoshoot after you’re done bc that’s his mf GIRL.),
shinobu,nezuko,
mitsuri,kanae(both want to take you out and show you off immediately after)
(i would say kyōandzenitsu but they would be too fascinated and curious, kyō talking too much, zenitsu would be afraid to mess up or hurt you)
silently fascinated:
kokushibou(probably the widest you ever seen his eyes, and the most childishly awed as you will ever see him. still in dignified poise though, he’s committing everything to memory. not often that he gets this way, honestly.)
muichiro(would ask questions v sporadically, mostly likes seeing you in such concentration and getting to sit with you quietly for long periods),
obanai(probably taking notes for things to purchase for you, making little complimentary comments while you work. tells you to take a rest for a while when he sees your arms getting tired and sore. "don’t push yourself. i’m in no hurry” like he is a totally different person and it’s adorable),
sanemi(at first before helping. clicks his tongue and yanks your arms down when they start shaking. “who are you trying to impress, dumbass. you’re already doing shit i could never do– take a fucking break, you haven’t even eaten all damn day.),
nezuko(bc she got bamboo in her mouth),
inosuke(for exactly 2 seconds, mouth agape and all),
kanao,giyuu,yoriichi
getting on your MF nerves:
inosuke(yelling "how do you do that!?” “you have this many… hair?! i’m stronger than you, why do you get more hair! GIVE ME HAIR! WHERE IS IT!”, then touching shit he has no business),
tengen(a dumbass. gets upset that it’s taking so long and you aren’t paying more attention to him),
gyuutaro(won’t shut up but it’s flattering stuff and endearing),
muzan(insisting he pay someone else to do this for you. bc. tf. why are you laboring)
giyuu(stares far too intensely, somehow makes the silence louder. won’t stop being socially inept as hell)
this is for a Bucky Barnes x female!reader. If anyone would like it changed to adoption instead of pregnancy or nonbinary!reader or male!reader, I can post that too. Xx
I would honestly have to say that I would die for dad!bucky
Now, in the early stages of your marriage, he’d totally see you with nieces, nephews, friends children and imagine your life together.
Like whenever you’d be at a family gathering or with Morgan or Clints kids, he would just be in a total state of awe.
Sam noticed it first, teasing his friend before Bucky finally admitted he wanted it.
The family.
The security
He wanted all of it.
So as soon as the two of you got home, he wanted to start trying for that baby, taking you to bed and not letting you go for hours.
You were just as on board, a little less than he was but just as enthusiastic, and couldn’t wait to have your own children running around the house.
Bucky would hold you in his arms, his hands brushing through your hair as you discussed the future
“Bucky,” You whispered as you leaned into his chest, feelings his hands brushing through your hair. “Yeah,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead as the two of you looked at each other.
“What would you name your child?” She asked. Bucky wasn’t expecting the question so he thought about it before answering, “Becky or Winnie, for my sister and mother. Or maybe if it was a boy, something to do with Steve. He saved me life more times than I could count,” he explained.
So when you kept getting those negative tests, every one was like a kick in the gut, like someone was telling Bucky that he wasn’t worthy of having this family.
But one morning you didn’t feel so great, and not wanting to get your hopes up, you thought it was just a flu.
Bucky, on the other hand, thought you should get a test done just in case. So you reluctantly decided to do it.
And you sobbed on the floor of the bathroom when you saw three pregnancy tests all saying the same thing.
Positive
He was overjoyed when he found out, holding you in his arms and whispering thank yous.
When you got the news officially from the doctor, you were both full of happiness and Bucky didn’t think he could love you anymore.
The entire avengers facility was full of joy when they found out that the two of you were expecting a baby, Tony instantly taking you of the rosters for missions.
Everyone was ready to be the fun uncle and aunt, Nat and Sam having constant arguments over who was the coolest out of the two of them.
At the baby shower, you didn’t really care about the gender. You just wanted them to be okay and healthy.
But Tony pushed for the party, inviting all the avengers and watching as you and Bucky popped the baloons.
When he saw the little pink ribbons falling from them, Bucky swept you up in his arms before kneeling down to kiss your stomach.
“Hey baby girl,” he whispered as his hands cradled the bump that was very obvious to everyone now, “You’re gonna be just as brave and brilliant as your mummy aren’t you?”
You couldn’t believe this, your heart filled with joy as it all became real, as everything became just as you wanted. Bucky stood up, holding your face in his hands and pulling your lips against his. “I love you,” he whispered and you chuckled, whispering it back.
Sometimes Bucky would be worried about whether he’d be a good father but you were sure that he was.
When you finally went into labour, he went into immediate dad mode and had to help you throughout all of it.
“One more push please ma'am,” the nurse asked as she knelt down, “We can see the head now,”
You just sobbed throughout it, hand clamped in bucky’s as you glared at him, the pain overwhelming. “I’m so proud of you baby, come on, just one more,” he cooed and you let out a scream.
The room was silent as they looked at the baby in the nurses arms. “Why isn’t he crying!” You asked, heart pounding in your chest as you and Bucky shared anxious looks.
But all that worry dissipated when you heard that loud crying from your baby girl who was clearly loving the drama and the stress she was putting her parents through. You just let out a sigh of relief, glad she was here.
You decided to name her Rebecca Natasha Barnes, after his sister and your best friend.
Bucky didn’t want to hold his baby girl to start off with. But when you had fallen asleep, he was hesitant to pick his baby girl up.
But when she was looking up at him with those doe eyes, he held her against his bare chest, holding her gently as he sat down next to you.
He would whisper sweet things about how he was never going to let anything hurt his little girl. Never.
When you two went back to the Avengers compound, everyone instantly fell in love with Becca Barnes.
He would watch you and her constantly whenever you were together. He loved the family that he had managed to have.
So when she began to babble about nonsense, he kept trying to coerce her into saying his name first.
“Come on baby, say dada” he said as he knelt in front of the high chair, the rest of the a Avengers watched the big strong Winter Soldier being turned into a soft man by his daughter.
You chuckled, leaning against the counter as you watched Bucky. Becca babbled for a second, reaching her hands out, “Red,” she babbled out and everyone turned to look at Natasha.
“Yeah, the kid knows her auntie,” she said with a huge smile on her face as she looked at the little girl who was giggling at her fathers horrified expression.
Even despite the fact that their child’s first word was about Natasha - presumably - the kid lived her dad more than anything.
As she grew into a little two year old, she would often try to fiddle with Buckys metal arm, laughing whenever she felt the cold metal.
One day, as they watched the 7 year old Morgan play with the small toddler, Bucky leaned into his wife, kissing her gently.
“I want another one,” You said and he chuckled, not even shocked because he was thinking the same thing too. “Lets start as soon as possible,” he whispered as he pulled you in for that bruising kiss you didn’t know you had missed.
With this pregnancy, it didn’t take as long to coercive but the actually pregnancy itself was a lot harder.
You were tired all the time and Becca was so interested in your pregnancy and it was hard to keep up with everything.
Bucky would try to keep her busy, knowing how tired you were. He presumed it was because this one had inherited more of his super soldier strength.
The Avengers loved looking after Becca whenever the two of you went to appointments and she loved spending time with them.
This time, you went into early labour and everyone freaked out, Bucky being taken away as you were rushed in for an emergency c-section.
He couldn’t stop pacing back and forth as he waited, Steve actually having to come and calm him down.
So when he was allowed in to see you, despite your tired and exhausted disposition. He was overjoyed to see you holding the baby boy against your chest.
James Steven Barnes. The brilliant little boy that he had been able to meet.
He was was more of a handful growing up. He was just as crazy as his dad and would love to run around and cause as much chaos as possible.
You couldn’t keep up with any of his super human strengths because even as a growing child, he was able to do more than any other kid in his class.
Every Christmas, the four of you would go to Tonys cabin with the others and the whole Avengers compound would spend the whole Christmas together with all the kids and all the adults partying all new years eve.
When Becca was 7 and James was 5, you hadn’t expected to see that test read positive. Not once, not twice, three times.
So when they went to the doctors and found out that you were pregnant again.
Once again, smooth sailing, the kids were delighted to have another sibling on the way but you and Bucky were sure this was the limit. Three was already a handful of children.
At least that was until you found out it was twins. Twins for heavens sake, how could this have happened?
So when the twins were born, in good health might I add, Bucky and the kids were once again overjoyed.
Grant Buchanan Barnes and his twin sister older than him by 6 minutes, Winifred Peggy Barnes.
Natasha loved Winnie instantly, knowing that this girl was going to be just like you.
“Shes so sweet,” Nat said as she held the girl in her arms, watching as the little girl reached out and grasped her hair, pulling on it, “Just as fiesty as you,”
Bucky was the ultimate dad. He would go to every sport with them, coaching the girls soccer team.
The mums lived that. You’d always glare slightly when the women would fawn over your husband, trying to seduce him.
But he ignored that. What he didn’t ignore was whenever James’ friends called you a hot mum. That annoyed him.
As they grew up, he wanted to remember every single thing that happened in your lives, constantly taking photos.
He was also very overprotective and constantly looked after them to make sure that everyone was okay.
So when his daughter got a boyfriend, he was very, very overprotective.
“Whos that?” Bucky asked one day after school as he stood at the door, watching as the 15 year old Becca.
“Who are you talking about dad?” She questioned back and he knew she had the same way of avoiding questions just like you.
“The boy,” he said and you tried to stop him, “Buck,”. He shook his head, “No, a boy just dropped my baby girl home from school, who is he?” He asked, raising an eyebrow and staring at her. One that thing that girl had was the ability to stare back, the two in stalemate.
“I’ve got homework to do,” she said before walking off, ignoring the question.
The idea that his children were growing up scared him. James was the best on his team at only 13 and the 8 year old twins were the biggest pranksters he’d ever met, picking up too many tricks from uncle Sam.
He loved his children more than anything in the world, and that was something you loved him for as well.
Because for once in his life, he’d done something good. He’d done something really good.
Yeah, that’s my first headcanon. It wasn’t supposed to be so long but yeah.
summary: late nights with Kev when you don’t have to work the next day make you feel like you’re floating
word count: 2.6k
pairing: Kevin Atwater x black!reader
warnings: 18+ smut, no plot really, dives right in, inspired by caught a body by iniko, vaginal penetration, oral (both receiving), light daddy kink, squirting, use of a vibrator
a/n: while this is still a marvel blog, i want to venture out and write for other fandoms that i am a part of so I don’t lose my love for writing, so I don’t feel stagnant.
summary: late nights with Kev when you don’t have to work the next day make you feel like you’re floating
word count: 2.6k
pairing: Kevin Atwater x black!reader
warnings: 18+ smut, no plot really, dives right in, inspired by caught a body by iniko, vaginal penetration, oral (both receiving), light daddy kink, squirting, use of a vibrator
a/n: while this is still a marvel blog, i want to venture out and write for other fandoms that i am a part of so I don’t lose my love for writing, so I don’t feel stagnant.
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The rain hitting your window in the distance added to the sensual atmosphere you and Kevin had set. Candles lit along your dresser being the only form of light in the room. Feeling his hands run over your skin caused butterflies to erupt all over your body. Not many words were shared as you two let your bodies do the talking. It was addicting to feel him grinding into you over your panties. You already felt like you were floating before you even got to the intense part of all of this.
Your lips were locked as you two rocked against each other, heavy breathing, needy hands grabbing each other. You felt his lips kiss down your neck and thank the heavens above that he’s going in the right direction, the direction where you need him the most right now.
“That’s right, baby,” you gasp as he plats kisses across your belly, you run your hand over his coils, spreading your legs wider, trying to tell him to go ahead and take your panties off. He didn’t want you to wait any longer because he didn’t want to. He wanted his lips on your clit. He wanted his tongue to taste when your body loved to offer him.
His tongue was perfectly warm, practically french kissing your pussy, tongue diving into you making you instantly arch your back. His hands never stopped caressing your legs and you began to mimic him, allowing your own hands to roam your body, nipples hard with arousal. You were grinding up into his mouth, tweaking your nipples every time he moaned around your clit.
He moaned so loud while eating you out, you would have thought it was a plate of your famous home cooking that he’s feasting on, but no, it’s just you and you grew more sensitive with his beard tickling.
It began to feel like your mind was opening up to another dimension with all this pleasure you were experiencing. Your own hands make you tremble with his mouth devouring you.
You looked down to see him already watching you. You let out such a needy whimper and saw the way he smirked at you. He was staring into your soul over your mound as his tongue maneuvered effortlessly through your folds.
“You eat it so good, baby,” your eyes lightly rolled, no one knows how much of a sucker Kev is for praise. He was so good at exploring you and making you feel good, your body was like a map and he always knew where he was going without any help.
He gave a hard suck and you can see the smirk on his face at your reaction of a loud gasp. It’s like he was sucking the life out of you to have you leave your body. You noticed him humping the bed while his face was buried between your legs, you needed to reciprocate this energy. You needed to treat ya man and feel the weight of him in your mouth.
“Get up here, baby,” you moan, “I need to suck ya soul out,” you sit up, meeting him halfway to taste yourself on his lips, slowly licking his mustache where it’s wet so you can collect your juices on your tongue and stick it back in his mouth so you two can share.
“I need that mouth,” he grunted. Kev loved to fall apart for you when you sucked him off. It really did feel like you sucked his soul out of him most times. You knew how to get him sensitive and whimpering, sweating and gasping right before you as you stared up at him like you were innocent and not doing anything.
He sat against the headboard and watched you lay on your stomach, taking your lip between your teeth as you watched his dick bob up and down with precum leaking down his gorgeous length. So veiny and thick, you can’t wait to feel the heartbeat of it against your tongue.
You started at his balls, softly licking, kissing, lightly sucking.
“Gah damn” he huffed. You hasn’t even gotten to the good part yet and he was ready to bust.
“That’s right. Let it out for me, daddy. It’s just us,” you kissed up his length until you got to the tip. You stared intensely for this. For the hissing and gripping of the sheets he does every time you first put him in your mouth.
“Swallow that dick, baby,” he wanted to badly to put his hand on the back on your head and make you take all of him right then and there. While you wouldn’t have minded, he wanted to enjoy the pace.
You worked your mouth down on him, using no hands as they were to occupied roaming his chest and thighs, setting his nerve endings on fire for you. You kept going until your nose was touching his pelvis and swallowed, moaning at the same time.
“You sucking me so good, shit!” He wiped the side of your mouth where he saw some spit, sucking it off the pad of his thumb.
“Mmmm,” you moaned around him, eyes fluttering at his actions. That fucking lip bite he does his causing you to drip onto the sheets. The shadow of the flames dancing behind their glass walls painted an imagine on his chest that made him look like a God. A God who was getting some candle lit head in his royal quarters.
You moved faster, wanting to get him worked up, which worked. His heels dug into the mattress and his fingers finally gripped your tight coils so he could thrust himself up into you, going deeper and feeling your gag. He felt so good in your mouth, veins creating the perfect soft friction against your tongue, creating the perfect tension in your throat. You look up to see his head tilted back, mouth hanging open and chest moving up and down quickly. He was grinding into your warm hole that was welcoming him so well. He looked down, eyes half lidded, gasping with need.
“Unless you want me to nut in ya mouth I expect you to come sit on my dick cause I can’t take no more,” his fingers pulled at your roots and gave a few more deep thrusts before pulling you off, smiling at your gasping figure. With his hand still tangled in your curls, he pulled you up onto him, pussy right above his dick as he shoved his tongue into your mouth.
“Don’t be selfish, lemme taste,” he said against your swollen lips. You tasted yourself off his lips, he might as well get the same right. The taste of his precum lingered in your mouth and it tasted so good. His hand wrapped around your throat as he sucked on the pulse point on your neck feeling it pound for him. You tried to sigh deeply but you couldn’t breathe when he gripped your throat tighter and pushed his fingers into your wet walls.
“Kev!” You shook against his chest. His fingers reached the perfect spots, curling just right.
“Before I fuck you so hard that you experience an ascension, I wanna feel you cum on my fingers. Grip me, baby. Make a mess on daddy,”
“Oh fuck,” a small squeal left you. Your hands held onto his forearm, feeling it flex beneath your fingers when he squeezed the sides of your throat a little harder. The wet sounds of your pussy filled the room and it was Kevin’s favorite song.
“Look at you, making a wet ass mess on my fingers already,”
“Yes! Yes yes! So good,”
He pulled you forward so your foreheads were pressed against each other and his eyes stared into yours. You always felt so vulnerable when he stared in your eyes like this and it almost brought tears to your eyes every time because he stared so intensely and all you could feel is love and admiration radiating off on him to fuel you.
Your clit needed some attention, so you reached down to run circles on your bud and moaned loudly right in his face.
“You gonna cum?” He smirks.
“Mhm! Mhm!” You frantically nod. He fingered deeper and harder, smirking at your twitching body, watching it prepare itself for the orgasmic wave that’s about to crash down on you.
“Gimme that shit, baby girl. Make daddy proud”
“Uh huuuh!” Nodding continuously until he gets you there, you felt it all in your bones, calling out for him when you cum all over his fingers. He helped you ride it out before pulling his middle and ring finger out of you, sucking one clean and giving the other to you.
“You taste so much better when you cum for me,” he emphasized. You taste good to him regardless but when he tells you to cum for him and you do? He doesn’t know why but you just taste different.
Your head fell against his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. You kissed his neck between breaths, licking up until you reach his ear so you can whisper.
“I’m ready for you,” without a warning, you take his dick in your hand, rubbing his tip against your soaking lips.
“Sit that pretty pussy on me,” his fingers dug into you thighs, moving his head back to watch you sink down on him. It’s always that feeling of him first entering you that brings tears to your eyes, the feeling was unreal, you would never get tired of feeling him within you, never get sick of the fact he became a part of you and wanted to remain.
You had your hands on the wheel so you were the one in control. You propped some pillows up under your knees so you could ride him better. You started slow, teasing yourself and him, it was easy to tell he wasn’t taking the teasing well and just wanted you to ride him into the horizon. It was comforting to feel him move your hands to your round, brown ass cheeks to squeeze so he could stay grounded.
“Stop playing,” he’s never whined with such need before in his life.
You kissed his cheek, leaning closer, hands on the top of the headboard behind him, “I gotchu, daddy. I’ll give you everything I got,”
“That’s what I like to hear,” the smack that landed on your ass is what prompted you to begin bouncing on him, the guttural moan that left him was feral and you took solace in that. You loved driving him crazy.
You felt him deep within you, his tip kissing your cervix, hitting all the hidden spots within your walls. The shadows your body created on the wall was beautiful enough to record, it was scenic and sensual and you wanted this to forever be engraved in your memory.
Kevin didn’t know if he wanted to shut his eyes because it felt so good or to look you deep in your eyes and talk you through riding him. You had him feeling like you were guiding him to ascension. His body was getting hit with pleasure from all directions.
You however, were tongue-tied as you watched him try to keep himself together. You weren’t doing your best at staying out together either though, especially not with him slowing you down for a second to get your pretty blue vibrator from the night stand, wasting no time to turn it on and tease your clit. It felt like your souls were in a different plane, both of you being pulled out of your bodies almost with how good all of this felt. That was something you and Kevin could never deny, your chemistry and energy were unmatched.
Kevin pulled you close to him so you could arch your back and ride him faster, he never moved that vibrator from your sensitive clit. You couldn’t hold back your moans anymore, the flames of the candles dancing to the tune of your outbursts.
“Y’feel so fucking good,” you peel back a little to look him in his eyes, seeing the red of the flames in his irises, letting it be a double entendre, letting it be a statement of the love, the hot, passionate love he holds for you every time he sees your face.
“Keep gripping me like that. Damn you feel so- fuck!” Kevin trembled when your walls clenched around him. You were sure you weren’t going to be able to last much longer, especially with the vibrations on your clit sending you to another dimension.
Before you knew it though, Kevin had you on your back, fucking you into the mattress, tucking the toy between you two so he could lay over you, forearms framing your head so he could get deep as he plowed into you.
“You gonna cum f‘me? Hmm?,” you ask him between moans, “I feel you pulsing. I can feel it, you’re gonna cum in me, aren’t you?,”
He couldn’t help but groan at your words because you were right, his balls were heavy, slapping against your ass each time he rolled and snapped his hips into you. He was ready but he wanted to get you there first. The way you cry out for him always pushes him over the edge.
“You better cum f’me first, baby,” his big hand found your neck, holding it tight in his grasp once more, he loved making you breathless, “You keep getting wetter, girl. I know you almost there. Be a good girl,”
“Yeah! Yes yes!,” you chant. He was grinding into you slow and hard now, the perfect amount of pressure, the perfect pace, “I’m gonna cum all over ya dick, daddy,”
“Don’t tell me, show me,” he grunted. He was ready for you. Your earthly body was no more at this point, you felt like you were just a bundle of raw nerves, experiencing a thousand things at once, ready to pop.
“Kev!!! Yes, yes yes!,” your legs wrapped right around him as you squirted again, his thrusts making it splash on his abdomen and thighs. He went faster, wanting to milk you of everything you had to offer to him. Your toes curled, heels dug into his ass, back arched high toward the ceiling, mouth wide open and body shaking.
“I’m almost there,” he gasped. Feeling you clench and pulse around him had sealed his fate, he was going to lose it and you loved it when he did.
“In me, cum in me,” you declare, turning the table and taking the advantage to flip him over and bounce on him to get him there, you don’t know how you still had energy to bounce on him so fast but the fact he would soon fill you up fueled you up from E to Full.
You wrapped your hand around his neck, squeezing as best as you could as you continued to ride him. His head dug into the mattress, matching his heels when he lifted himself up to meet you halfway.
“I’m ‘bout to cum, baby!”
“Give it to me! Gimme gimme,” you coaxed his nut out of him.
He let out your name with a roar, your mouth dropping into an ‘O’ shape, feeling him fill you up was always breath taking.
“That’s it,” you cry out. Your walls pulsing even more as if they were drinking up each last drop that he dropped into you.
“Gah damn,” he huffed, “Tryna kill me?” He voice fill with
“Just caught me a body and somebody got hit!” You laugh in his face. He can’t help but laugh with you.
You two have this inside joke about “catching a body” when you make each other cum because it feels so good it’s almost like you’re dying.
“Let’s get cleaned up and in bed, huh?” he slowly pulled you off him, sitting up to kiss you deeply. He always took good care of you, and you did the same.
The energy you two shared was omnipresent and no one could take that away from you two.
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Not sure how many of my followers watch Chicago PD but I’m a Kevin Atwater sluuuuut so I hope y’all enjoyed anyway even if it’s not marvel!
Reblogs, comments and liked are always encouraged and appreciated!!!
a/n: I got a request in my inbox for an unrequited love fic for druig, it was the same request that @tokkiotears received. I made sure to discuss this with her to see if it was okay if I went through with the request even though our stories would obviously be different and she let me know it was okay so yeah! I know there’s a ton of unrequited love fics for druig out there but considering the requests were the exact same I wanted to cover my basis!
a/n: DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE, REPOST OR TKE CREDIT FOR MY WORK!! THANKS!!
summary: sometimes you have to fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive.
word count: 6.8k
pairings: tony x black!reader ; OOC!dark!bucky x black!reader
warnings: kidnapping, abuse, weapons, swearing, mentions of marital rape, mentions of being impregnated from rape so please beware and make sure you’re 18+ and in the right mindset to read this!!!!
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“Love and abuse cannot coexist. Abuse and neglect are by definition, the opposite of nurturance and care… Too many of us need to cling to a notion of love that either makes abuse acceptable or at least makes it seem that whatever happened wasn’t as bad… To begin by always thinking love as an action rather than a feeling is one way in which anyone using the word in this manner automatically assumes accountability and responsibility”
pairings: wanda x black!reader ; bruce x black!reader ; avengers x black!reader
warnings: 18+!!!! wlw smut, mind control in a way?, everything is consensual, oral, using magic for pleasure, exibitionism, voyeurism, sex magick, magical strap on, being tied up, daddy kink
a/n: I do not own these characters but this story and my other works are my own intellectual property. And a big thanks to @vase-of-lilies for my new disclaimer banner!
“You need to keep your head down.” Billy pushes your head forward so you aren’t able to watch the movie.
“But this is the best part.” You whine.
He doesn’t say anything but you just know he’s mocking you while you can’t see him. You drop your head backwards to glare at him and he groans.
“What’s it gonna take for you to stop moving?”
“Pizza from that place downtown.”
He pops you with the comb.
“Hey!”
“I’m doing you a favor and you’re trying to extort me?”
“I’m hungry and tired.” You whine.
“Don’t know how you’re tired, you haven’t done any damn work.” Even in his irritation he’s gentle as he goes back to combing and parting your hair.
“Holding your neck still hurts. Also, you don’t get to complain because you offered to do my hair.”
“That’s because you don’t do it right.” He scoffs.
“Excuse me? I don’t do my hair right?”
“You’re too rough. You detangle like you’re in a saw trap and your time is running out.”
“Fuck you.” You can’t stop yourself from laughing.
“Just ripping your hair to shreds.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “All the new growth gone with the wind.”
“Racist movie references? In my house, Billy?”
He pops you with the comb again, “Our house. I had to walk through Ikea for hours with you while you looked for fucking lamps and cute cutlery. I earned that our.”
You giggle and reach for one of his hands, ignoring his protests to sit still for God’s sake. He stops whining when you press soft kisses to his knuckles. You wish you could see his expression fall into that soft pleasure he feels whenever you do something particularly sweet.
“You took that trip like a real trooper, killer.”
“Mhm.” He tilts your head back and just stares at you. You smile at the look in his eyes and kiss his knuckles again just to watch him melt.
He shakes his head, smirking. He knows that you know exactly what you do to him. Still, you look at him with your big brown eyes acting innocent as can be. He leans forward and kisses you long and slow. Heat curls in your gut as his hand drifts to your neck, holding you still and secure. When he pulls away you’re breathless.
“I’ll call the pizza place. Watch this part of the movie and when I come back I don’t want to hear anymore of your whining.” He let’s you go and you want to call him right back and tell him to finish what he started with that kiss. But you’re starving so you let him go, dragging your hand across his hip as he walks by you.
“Love you baby!” You call after him.
“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You start your familiar countdown: 1, 2, 3- “Love you too.”
