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Rick Flag x F!Reader

SUMMARY: On a dark and quiet morning, you say goodbye to your husband as he leaves for his next assignment.

Melancholy Fluff. Dad!Rick. Mom!Reader. Possible ‘The Suicide Squad (2021)’ Spoilers. Slight Angst.

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He stands silhouetted by the gentle light of the morning. It’s grey outside. The sky churns with the wound burden of storm, and an undercurrent of chill passes through everything. Leaning in the doorframe, you adjust your robe a little more firmly around your body, watching him in silence.

Rick doesn’t seem to feel the prickle of your eyes against the nape of his neck, nor the cold that the air holds. Your eyes trail down the tattoos on his back, admiring the lean lines of muscle that you’ve come to know so well. They lift when a fist - small and chubby and definitely not his own - rises past the set of his shoulders, and waves clumsily in the air. A soft coo breaks the silence, and your lips twist into a sad smile.

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Touch Me There | Bucky Barnes x Reader

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A/N: New lingerie

Warning: P in V sex, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), bondage, praise kink

"They say I'm too young,

but boys my age are dumb,

and I'm so fucking done.

Cause I need more than fun,

a man to tie me up,

and give it to me rough."

Bucky was in the midst of a complex discussion with Torres, planning on how to access the Flag Smashers archive, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. His vibranium hand pulled out the phone and he threw a quick glance at the screen, doing a double take when he saw it was a message from you. The two words you'd sent him made his mind go completely blank:

"Need you."

Quickly, Bucky fired a message back: “Like you’re in danger? or in a sexy way? Either way, leaving now. See you in 20.”

He came up with a quick excuse and hastily left the briefing room, almost running to his bike. His phone buzzed again and when he checked the message, all he saw was a photo of your legs in fishnets. Anything related to Torres or the Flag Smashers was pushed from his mind completely as he thought of you needily waiting for him at home. His tires squealed against the concrete as he peeled out of the parking garage in your direction. He weaved through traffic on his motorcycle, breaking all kind of laws without caring.

When he finally got home, he found the door unlocked. The apartment was empty, quiet, still. He’d half expected you to be sitting on the floor in front of the door with your legs already spread for him, and was only slightly disappointed when you weren’t. Just as he was about to call out for you, he heard it- the click, click, click of your heels on the hardwood floor.

The sound got closer, but you were moving way too slow for his liking- delaying him the privilege of seeing you in whatever sultry ensemble you’d decided to put on display for him.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Finallly, you rounded the corner into the living room and stood confidently before him. His eyes raked over your form, making him desperate with need. You stared at him from across the room, clad in fishnet thigh highs, lacy black panties, a black leather bustier with a matching garter belt, and his favorite black stilettos.

“Hey, Sarge…” you called, innocently toying with his dog tags that had found a home between your breasts.

Bucky had no words. He was rendered utterly speechless at the sight of you, his best girl, dressed like that.

“What’s the matter, cat got your tongue, Buck?”

You knew Bucky was going to be shocked when he feasted his eyes on you, but not this shocked. He hadn’t moved a muscle since you entered the room, which was not what you’d expected. You thought he’d have his hands on you in no time, ripping through your garters and bustier like his life depended on it- but he didn’t. He’d never seen someone so alluring, so mouth-watering, so perfect in his one hundred years of life, and simply didn’t know how to react.

You decided to take matters into your own hands. Slowly, you made your away across the room toward him, never breaking eye contact. The click, click, click of your heels made Bucky’s chest-and his jeans- tighten as he watched you approach. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so still…” you teased as you dragged a finger down his chest. Knowing the effect you had over Bucky was intoxicating, and a devilish smile crept across your lips.

“You like my new outfit…?

The sensation of Bucky’s cold, metal hand wrapping around your wrist made your words catch in your throat. His eyes grew dark as he stared down at you with a wild lust. “That’s enough of that…” he muttered. You took that as a challenge, pressing your free hand flush against his chest with a smirk. A dark chuckle rumbled out of Bucky’s chest, vibrating beneath your touch.

“Wow. Bold today, aren’t we, doll?”

“I don’t have any idea what you’re talking about…” you quipped as you let your hand drag down Bucky’s chest to his abdomen. He groaned a little as you ghosted your fingers under the hem of his Henley, but there was no way he was going to let you forget who was in charge. In an instant, he had both of your hands captured with his metal fingers. He pressed you against the nearest wall with his mouth only millimeters from your hammering pulse. “Do you need me to remind you…” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting across your skin, “who you belong to?”

You threw him a shrug and an innocent smile, muttering “who exactly is that?” Without warning, you were thrown over Bucky’s metal shoulder. He let out a dark chuckle as he strode confidently toward the bedroom with your ass inches from his face. “Oh, don’t worry, baby, I’m gonna remind you”, he growled as he landed a smack to your ass.

You loved making Bucky feel like he was in charge. Sure, you were submissive to him, but you had him wrapped around your finger. All it took was a two worded text to get him to leave work, and a new leather bustier to make him crazy for you.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” you quipped, earning you another spanking. Bucky threw you down on the bed and leaned over you, grazing his teeth against you neck and making you whimper.

“Both.”

He leaned under the side of the bed and retrieved one of his favorite things in the world: a set of leather restraints. “You remember your colors, right, baby?” he asked as he grabbed one of your legs and pulled you toward the foot of the bed. He let his lips trail from your knee to your ankle before securing the leather cuff to your ankle and fastening the other end to the bed post. He stared up at you, waiting for you to answer his question, but all you gave him was a “hmmmm”.

A sharp sting made you hiss, and you looked down to find his teeth marks on your thigh. “I said, do you remember your colors?” Innocently, you repeated the system the two of you used: “Green is all good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop”, you murmured as he secured your other ankle to the bed post. Slowly, he crept up your body, pressing deep kisses to your skin as he did so. “That’s right. Such a good girl for me…’ he whispered, “gimme those hands”. You did as you were told and presented Bucky with your hands with a giggle. He pressed a kiss to each palm before restraining them to the headboard.

“Color?”

“Green. So green”.

He hummed in approval as he ran his mouth down your arm, nipping and kissing at the skin until he reached your shoulder. “One more thing…” he murmured as he reached into his bedside table. In his vibranium hand sat a black silk blindfold.

“Well, this is new…”

“Yeah…” he murmured, “thought you might like it. I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to use it.”

“Now. Now is good”, you whispered eagerly. He leaned over you and put the blindfold in place, securing it so that you were in complete darkness. “Color, baby?’

“Green green green”

With that, he crushed his lips against yours, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip as his hands roamed your body. A distinct ripping sound caught your attention, and cool air suddenly pricked at your skin. “Bucky…you did not-” you huffed, but he didn’t let you finish. His lips encircled one of your nipples while his fingers found your other one, giving it a pinch that made you yelp. His tongue flicked against your nipple, making you mewl beneath him.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked as he gave you another pinch.

“You…”

“I’ll buy you a new one…actually, several new ones,” he teased as he threw the remnants of your bustier to the floor. Another ripping sound, and your panties and garters were gone as well. “How we doin, baby?” he murmured as he trailed his hands down your abdomen.

“Greeeeeeeen”, you purred. His fingers found your clit and ghosted over it, making you buck your hips in search of more friction. He stroked along your cunt, admiring the slick gathjering on his fingers. He circled them against your clit, pulling away every few second just to tease you. It was torturous and unfair, and you loved every second of it.

“Remind me, who do you belong to, baby?”

“You, Buck…”

When his tongue flicked across your clit, you could’ve cried. The warmth of his mouth pressed against you, sucking your clit into his mouth made you crazy.

He pulled back taking in the sight of you absolutely dripping for him. “Already so wet for me, doll…” he teased, “almost like you’re begging me”. You nodded eagerly, wishing you could reach out and grab him. The restraints clattered against the headboard as you desperately tried to touch Bucky, and he yet again asked for your color.

“Greengreengreengreen just fuck me. Please, I am- I am begging you”.

His fingers plunged inside of you, making you cry out as he stroked your smooth walls. “So gorgeous when you beg, baby. You’ve been so good for me”, the sound of his zipper caught your attention, making you giggle with excitement. He wriggled out of his jeans and shirt, throwing them to the floor next to your ruined panties.

The head of his cock circled your clit as he whispered, “who do you belong to?” The moan that fell from your lips was dirty and deep, but you still managed to breathe a “you”.

At your words, he plunged deep inside of you. His hands found your hips and gripped you tight, digging his fingers into your flesh. A chorus of moans filled the air, and you weren’t sure who they belonged to. Bucky slowed his pace, making sure he rubbed against your g-spot with every stroke. “How’s my girl doing?” he asked breathlessly. He picked up his pace an made you scream, your arms making the restraints clash against the headboard. “G-oh fuck, green!” you screamed feeling every muscle in your body beginning to tense up. Bucky pressed his thumb against your clit, circling it until he pushed you over the edge. You clenched around Bucky’s cock, making his orgasm follow close behind yours.

He caught his breath and pressed a kiss to your neck before swiftly removing your blindfold and freeing you from your restraints. He swept you into his arms and held you against his chest, murmuring praises to you as he stroked your hair. “Well, that was…” you whispered against his chest, “that was something”.

Bucky laughed and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Clearly, I have a thing for you in leather…” he quipped as he eyed the ruined garment sitting in a pile on the floor. He made a mental note to buy you about a hundred more pieces of leather lingerie, and your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Hey, new kink!” you teased. He rolled his eyes at you and left a gentle kiss on your lips before murmuring, “yeah, and I think you’re gonna like what I have planned…”

So, I wrote this little piece...

Hey guys!!! So, I wrote this little piece last night and I just wanted to share it with you guys. Not sure if I want to make a series out of it or something so, if you guys wanna give your opinion on it, go right ahead! (also don’t have a name for it yet so meh)

   Her feet bounded on the dewy, soft earth beneath her feet, her bright hazel eyes set on the entrance of a clearing just ahead of her. Nothing was going on in that bright mind of hers since this forest was her solace - her place of belonging. She was born here like the ancestors from years before so she certainly called it home. Unruly, but beautiful, long deep brown curls accompanied by tall, twisting horns flew behind her lithe body which was perfect for doing the very action she was doing at the moment.    She had felt something in her home, something that didn't belong and needed to leave right this moment. It was her job to keep everything safe from those people and she was not going to let them destroy her home after destroying the homes of others. As she got to the edge of the clearing, she skidded to a halt and looked around for the intruder. And when she saw the intruder, her eyes narrowed slightly before crouching down to observe him.    His demeanor seemed to strangely feel relaxed and open to the world around him, like he did not know someone like her would attack anyone on sight coming to meddle with the forest. Seeing that the tall grass hit just at his waist told her that he was a bit taller compared to others who set foot in the clearing. His warm chocolate brown eyes were prancing around the field of vegetation, soaking in all the color and beauty. Seeing he was not that muscular, but not of average weight showed her that the man could be hard to take down if he tried anything. However, he could also he an easy takedown for her as well. As the wind swept through the ash blonde hair that seemed to stop his ears, she used this as her chance to slip quietly through the grass so as to get closer to him.    As she head over carefully and quietly at his blind spot, he seemed to just be running his fingers through the nature around him along with taking in its sounds. Maybe his goal was not to hurt the forest in any way, but she could never take any chances. Not after what had happened years ago...    Suddenly, he seemed to stiffen up and her teeth bit at her bottom lip, knowing that he may have heard one of her soft rustles in the grass or seen her out of the corner of his eyes. As he turned quickly in her direction, she shot up to stand directly in his line of vision and was surprised to see he did not seem shocked by her. When most people saw The Guardian, they would either shake in their boots or look shockingly at the lethal beauty in front of them. But he... he just stared in utter amazement and awe. Like he had heard tall tales about her from others, but she exceeded his expectations. They stayed in their positions, staring at one another with different looks in their eyes - her hazel eyes with caution and his brown ones with excitement.    "You're the one they talk about, right? The Guardian." He said before she could ask him anything and her eyebrows simply scrunched together in confusion; people were normally too scared or shocked to speak to her in such a familiar tone. Seeing she didn't respond seemed to be funny to him as a chuckle came from his lips before he took a step forward. Her guard immediately came up, but he was not fazed at all and simply gave her a gentle smile. "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, I won't cause you any trouble." The blonde reassured her before taking one more step forward which caused her to take another step back.    What was he doing? She was The Guardian, something everyone feared to come across in the forest she protected. Many people were scared or shocked, but he seemed to see this interaction like he was meeting an old friend who did not recognize him after a long separation. Before she could realize it, her back hit the strong trunk of a tree bordering the field and he was about three steps from her. He didn't seem to want to step towards her anymore since he stopped in his tracks before looking at her with soft eyes. "The only thing I want from you is help. I asked help from many people, but they all pointed me straight to you... even though they said you would probably kill me the moment I stepped foot here."

Did she miss him? She wanted to lose herself in him. To tie him around her like a tourniquet. If she showed him how much she needed him, he'd run away.

Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell

Can I live here?

Dolorous Edd is my spirit animal.

imma keep it real with you chief, i have no idea what the fuck is going on