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Parking Lot Fun

Summary: Bucky treats you to a special concert in the parking lot. He’d rather make you sing than listen to the band any day.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warning: Smut, public sex, 18+ only, brief mentions of creampies, sexting

A/N: Unbeta’d. Do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost my work. Even if you credit me. Based on this tiktok. Comments, likes and reblogs are cherished. This is my free space entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021

You can’t take this man anywhere.

At this point you’re tempted to leave him at home, but you know he’s going to follow you anyway, grumbling the entire time until he can get you in his arms.

Or if he stays at home. Well.

That means he has time to think.

And when your man has time to think, that means you’re getting twisted into some new position you never thought possible on your brand new living room rug while he asks you if it was worth it in between pounding the life out of you so damn good you can’t form a coherent thought let alone speak.

Bucky’s been good today.

Which is suspicious. Bucky’s never good. He wasn’t good when you dragged him to your work party. He damn sure wasn’t this well behaved when he showed up at Marcie’s house.

So why is he behaving today?

Suspicious.

The outdoor concert was Steve’s idea. He scored free tickets to the nearly soldout event and invited you and Bucky to join him, his girl, and a few close friends.

The two of you were on time because for once Bucky didn’t rip your clothes off as you were getting dressed. He only smacked your ass while he helped you into his new pickup truck. The entire drive across town, he kept both hands on the wheel, occasionally glancing at your thighs peeking out from the bottom of your shorts before turning back to the road.

But he didn’t make any inappropriate comments. He didn’t ask if you wanted to pull over for a quickie. Nothing.

Not once did he touch you, even when you stretched in the seat, arching your chest up as you groaned. He grinned and turned up the music, telling you that the band sounded even better live.

So Very Suspicious.

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Trying to convince arcane characters to stay in bed a little longer in the morning *cough* Vander please.

YES WE STAN VANDER

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includes Vi, Viktor, Caitlyn, Ekko, Jinx, Vander

warnings: suggestive content (kinda nsfw?)

gn!reader, let me know if I messed up somewhere

Vi

“Vi,” you whined as she threw back the blanket, allowing a gush of cold air to hit your skin.

“Rise and shine, cupcake,” she said, laughing at the dirty glance you threw her.

“Come back.”

“Can't, I need to do my workout. Those muscles don't come from nowhere.” She winked at you and you suddenly had to clench your thighs together.

“You're denying me my cuddle time.”

“I'll give you all the cuddles when I come back. Promise.”

“I can't properly wake up without cuddles.”

“Have you tried coffee?”

You sat up, frustrated by her stubbornness. But Vi wasn't the only one with a set mind. “You know, I'm sure there's plenty of workouts you can do in bed.”

Vi, who had just been about to step into her shoes, froze. You leaned against the headboard, eyebrow cocked. The blanket had wrapped itself around your legs, revealing a generous amount of skin which you knew Vi was noticing.

“You play dirty,” she said lowly, blue eyes flashing.

You grinned. “That way we could work out together. You always said you wanted me to come with you.”

Vi's lips set in a smirk as she approached the bed in sure steps and you yelped when she suddenly grabbed your legs and pulled you down. The next moment, she was looming over you, her face so close you could count her freckles.

“I warn you,” she breathed and you shivered as her hot breath ghosted your lips. “My workouts kill.”

You grinned, heart pounding in your chest. “Kill me, then.”

Viktor

It was close to a miracle that you even woke up before he'd left. Viktor usually got up so early that you had developed the habit of sleeping through his alarm clock and by the time you woke up for your work, he was long gone, his place on the mattress empty and cold. But this morning you felt his warm body next to you and before you had even fully woken you wrapped your legs around his, tangling your limbs and snuggling closer to his chest.

“(Y/N),” Viktor muttered, voice heavy from sleep, his accent stronger. Your heart fluttered at the way your name rolled off his tongue. “I need to get up.”

“Denied.”

Viktor chuckled, a deep, raspy sound. “I'm afraid it does not work like that.”

“Then make it work like that,” you replied. “You're a scientist.”

Admittedly, in your sleepy state, your words didn't make much sense, but they seemed to amuse Viktor all the same.

“And as a scientist, I need to do science.” He tried to rise from the bed, but your grip on his legs tightened (though you were of course careful to not put too much pressure on his bad one) and he fell back into the pillows. “My love.”

“How about an experiment?” you said.

He raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your proposition. Of course science could peek his interest, not the half-naked, willing person next to him.

“An experiment needs a theory, right?” Your fingers found the buttons of his pyjama shirt and innocently played with them, which didn't escape Viktor's notice.

“Correct.”

“So here's my theory,” you said, propping yourself up. Viktor's amber eyes widened as you loomed over him. “I can get you to stay in bed with me.”

Viktor's gaze trailed along your figure before settling back on your face. “And how do you intend to prove your theory?” He did not sound as certain as he had a moment before.

A wicked grin flashed over your face. “I have a few ideas.”

“Would you mind sharing them?”

“You'll see,” you said innocently, slowly popping open the top button of his shirt. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. “But you'll have to stay. For science.”

Caitlyn

That alarm clock was the most cursed thing in the world. Every morning, took a great deal of willpower from you to not take it and shatter it against the next wall.

Thankfully, Caitlyn quickly shut it off and sweet silence filled the room once more. You snuggled back into the satin pillows, humming in content, but your rest was disturbed when you noticed shuffling next to you.

“No,” you protested, grabbing Caitlyn's arm to hold her back. It was one of the world's biggest mysteries how she managed to be up bright and early every morning. You'd never even heard her complain, even though an Enforcer's working hours were murderous.

“I have to get to work,” she said softly.

“Ten more minutes.”

“I can't.”

“Five.”

“Darling …”

You pushed her back into the soft pillows, enjoying her widening eyes as you hovered over her. “Five minutes,” you whispered, letting your breath ghost over her lips, relishing in the shiver that went down Caitlyn's spine.

“I … I really have to go to work-” But the rest of her words got stuck in her throat when you pressed a feather-light kiss to her pulse point.

“And you're sure there's nothing I can to do to get you to give me these five minutes?”

She swallowed hard. “I suppose I could be … convinced.”

Grinning mischievously, you lowered yourself and pressed a kiss to her throat. “Careful, Cat. I'll have you stay in bed with me the whole day.”

Ekko

Ekko usually got up before you. He wasn't necessarily a natural early riser, but he had people to lead and take care of and he took his duties very seriously. So he got up early every single morning and while you admired that about him, you didn't love it.

So this morning, when Ekko stretched his long limbs and pressed a kiss to your hair, you shifted to lie on top of him, face buried in the crook of his neck.

He chuckled into your ear. “Pookie.”

You hummed but made no move to … move.

“C'mon.”

“No.”

“Baby.”

“No.”

He wrapped his arms around your middle and in a split second he'd flipped you so that he was now hovering above you, stealing your breath with the twinkle in his dark eyes. A smirk spread on your face as your eyes trailed across his toned torso, his muscled arms with which he was holding you in place.

“Good morning, pretty boy” you grinned.

A smile tugged at his lips. “Good morning.”

You wrapped your legs around his body, drawing him closer to your own. Ekko's breath hitched in his throat when your groins slid against each other.

“(Y/N) …”

“You know what would make this a really good morning?”

He sighed, a muscle in his jaw twitching as his eyes roamed your face, caught between the duty to get up and the desire to close the distance between you two.

You took the decision from him by bucking your hips against his. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“Fuck it.” He pressed his lips to yours, capturing you in a heated kiss that left you breathless. “I'm gonna show you a good morning.”

Jinx

When Jinx woke up, you woke up. With her loud yawns, giant stretches that had you finding a fist in your face, and cheerful good mornings, it was impossible not to. But you didn't mind, not when the first thing you saw every morning was her bright grin, the cheerful twinkle in her eyes and the firm kiss she pressed to your lips. But Jinx never stayed, she was always quick to jump up and start her day. So you had to be even quicker to hold her down before she could leave the bed, arms and legs wrapped around her small figure.

“I've gotcha.”

She giggled, wiggling in your grap. “Sprinkles!”

You grinned into her shoulder, kissing the soft, exposed skin there. “I've gotcha,” you repeated, lowly this time and Jinx stilled.

“What are you going to do to me?”

You trailed your lips up her neck, relishing in her shivers. “Well, now that I've got you at my mercy …” Your tongue darted out to lick her neck and Jinx let out a quiet moan. “I don't think I'll let you leave until the day's over.”

“You can do a lot of things in that time.”

You hummed in agreement, nuzzling your face in her neck. “You know that thing we wanted to try?”

Jinx's eyebrows shot up and you grinned when you saw the excitement flash in her eyes.

“You won't be able to run away as quick when I'm through with you.”

Vander

“Don't,” you grumble when movement next to you pulls you from your slumber.

Vander chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that has your heart fluttering even after all this time. “I'm afraid I have to. I've got a bar to run.”

A bar, you huff in your thoughts, knowing the first thing Vander would have to deal with had nothing to do with giving out liquor. Instead, you rest your hand on his naked chest, playing with the curly brown hairs. You hear him sigh and a big warm hand engulfs your own. “Just a few more minutes.”

“I know what you're doing.”

You grin, eyes still closed. “Mhm?”

Vander was much bigger and heavier than you, so if you needed to convince him, physical force was not something you could count on. Thankfully, you were more than well-versed in other methods.

Vander shivered beneath you as your fingers traced a light path across his chest. You smiled against his warm skin and let your hand wander to his stomach and then lower until he suddenly sucked in a sharp breath.

“You little minx.”

“Fifteen minutes,” you mumbled.

He raised his eyebrows. “Fifteen? That's quite generous.”

Slowly, you rose up, pressing soft kisses to his chest while your hand began stroking him. Vander's mouth opened in a silent moan and his head fell back into the pillows. “Fuck.”

“Five for you,” you said, “and ten for me.”

After all, he was a gentleman.

Hello! I saw you’re open for requests for arcane?

If you don’t mind, I’d like a yandere!Vander x reader! They are 21 so there’s an age gap (if you don’t mind writing for that) if not you can make them around ganders age! I’d just like the reader to be very bold and charismatic. That’s all! Thank you and I love your pfp

This handsome, handsome man omfg. Im soo gay but himm??? omg,,,, I've literally been obsessed with this show, so I cant wait to write more for it. Literally every character has me by the THROAT

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Vander: protective, manipulative, obsessive

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Vander is a very two sided yandere 

The weird thing about Vander is that the two of you could have a relatively normal relationship if you wanted too. And it would be a perfectly healthy one too. Obviously the way he became infatuated with you the moment he saw you wasn't very healthy, Vander actually recognizes that and works to fight those,,,, urges. The only ways that his darker side would ever come out would be if:

A. you're life is being threatened. 

B. you were harmed by another (especially those with malicious intent,, Silco). 

C. you were a threat.

Let me explain the last one. You can't be someone like Silco, that's too personal. You would have needed to be something smaller. A thief, a loud-mouthed thug who enjoys pestering others a bit too much, or an enforcer with traditional beliefs. Vander understands the concept of doing what you need to survive better than anyone and he is more than willing to give you a second chance to show that you're not all bad.  

If you take that opportunity, Vander offers you the chance for the two of you to grow close in a healthy, natural way. He absolutely adores your bold and charismatic nature, and he can banter with you so well that even a blind man would be able to see how absolutely whipped he is.  

Omfgg, imagine the way Vander would just,,, glare at someone who was flirting with you. The amount of jealousy that would plastered all over his face would be just unbelievable.  

Powder just straight up asked when the wedding will be. Vander forgets how to breathe, you spit out your drink all over the bar.   

Yandere Vander is one of the purist examples of a protective yandere. Sure, he can be a bit manipulative at times, but Jesus, does he just want to do the right thing by keeping you safe. The man has so much love to give. Towards his kids, towards his people. 

But especially towards you.

Unfortunately, If you don't take that opportunity, his manipulative side comes out. It doesn't matter what age you are, how could you possibly be this thick? You're a threat to himself and possibly his kids, you're unwilling to change, so why does he still love you? He can't work with someone who is unwilling, and he won't let his enemies think he lets people like you walk all over him. So he just takes you, and he hides you away. You'll learn to love him, eventually.  

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IMO, it takes a really persistent darling for Vander to get dark like that. He's a very good manipulator and is more than willing to use less,,, Pg tactics to get you on his side when he's getting desperate. 

But imagine if Silco was flirting with you to get under Vander skin. But eventually he ends up becoming obsessed too, which only pisses off Vander even more.

bye i‘ll never be able to eat spaghetti normally again

Summary: Bucky decides to personally feed you spaghetti and keep you stuffed while he does it.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18 +, Minors DNI, cockwarming, edging.

A/N: Based on this ask where reader chooses food over Bucky and he doesn't like that😏

As always don't copy, repost, reuse, rewrite or translate my work. Even if you give me credit.

Bucky twirls a few strands of spaghetti around your fork, lifting it to your lips. You stare at him with baleful wide eyes, sweat beading across your forehead.

"You said you were hungry, gorgeous." His gravelly voice trailing along your jaw as he drags his beard across your throat. "Eat, pretty girl."

Dark blue eyes wander up to your face, the thin rim around his blown pupils challenging you to open your mouth.

You tug your bottom lip into your mouth and pull at your wrists, his soft leather belt securing them behind your back.

Wiggling your fingers, you give up when you realize you're only pushing your chest over the hard smooth planes of his chest, his dog tags swaying between your bodies.

"C'mon and eat your food like a good girl." He says, lustful, teasing eyes dropping to your lips. "You know you want to."

You tilt your head back, staring at the kitchen ceiling with a muffled groan. This man is going to be the death of you.

Only he could do this to you.

His warm tongue licks up the side of your exposed throat and you shiver. The spicy aroma of basil and tomatoes mingling with his masculine cedar scent curls over you in waves.

"Open up." His breathy words sharp and deeper than before.

Your stomach flutters at his command. You feel him getting impatient and you like it. He has you so frustrated, it's only fair he gets a little taste of his own medicine.

He nips at your chin, drawing your face back to his. And you stifle a gasp. Bucky looks like he's going to devour you.

You part your lips slightly and he groans. "That's my good girl."

You clench down at his praise and he grunts through gritted teeth, sliding the fork into your mouth. You chew deliberately, slowly, watching his swollen lips drift between your joined bodies and your mouth.

You clasp your fingers together and brace yourself as you swallow. His effervescent eyes watch your throat move and he grins. "Good girl."

No matter how many times he does it, fills you with his thick cock, you're never ready.

One hand grips your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he snaps his hip up. "Oh god, Bucky," you mewl, feeling every vein and ridge slide over your velvety walls.

Your legs dangling helplessly as the chair creaking and wobbling under him, adding to the sweet sensations of his throbbing cock thrusting into your slick, tight pussy. Your body bounces over him as he fucks you harder, the tip of his tongue between his teeth as he listens to you cry out his name.

"Oh fuck, baby. Yes. yesyesyes right the-." Your moans end in a pitiful wail when he drops back into the chair, stilling your movements with his ringed hand.

You can't stand this, you've lost count of how many times he's brought you to the edge.

Looking over your shoulder, you almost cry at the amount of food left on the plate. You should have never said you could eat it. Should have known when he let you tease him as he cooked that he had something planned.

"Bucky, please, I'll never choose food over you again." You whine, trying to circle your hips, unable to break from his hold. "Please."

Bucky inhales through his nose, the corner of his lips twisting up. His chest grazing your sensitive nipples. "Oh no gorgeous, I take care of my girl."

He reaches over and gets another fork full of spaghetti, spearing a meatball, the sauce dripping down your chest. Your core aches when he licks it off your heated skin.

Bringing the fork back to your lips, he grins "I'm going to make sure you're full pretty girl. Keep you stuffed." He's stretching you so good you can't take anymore.

Bucky knows that you're so close to breaking, your eyes glazing over when he rolls your hips over him. He shifts his own up, his cock moving deeper in you, covering your lips with his, breathing in your moans.

Breaking away, he pushes you firmly down on his cock, ignoring your begging for him to please let you cum, he taps your lips with the fork. "Open up."

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summary: sebastian accidentally wears that little heart necklace home with him after his photoshoot, much to your surprise… and pleasure.

a/n: i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself this was meant to be barely a drabble but it is 2.5k words :) title is that song by katy perry <3

warnings: smut (18+ only!!! fingering, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v, slightly rough sex, necklace pulling/sucking is a thing) teeny praise kink if you squint? cocky sebastian, swearing

no beta/loosely proofread so please excuse errors!

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When Sebastian brought you along to his latest photoshoot, you weren’t prepared to witness him in all his glory once again, and you definitely were not expecting to come back to the hotel with ruined panties. 

After the many risky projects he’s been a part of lately, Sebastian’s self esteem has really been knocked down a few pegs. He’s received plenty of backlash; some of it is justified, but plenty is not. From picking apart projects he’s worked so hard on, to the outpouring of negative comments about his body, to those stupid critics claiming he only has ‘limited talent’ on the screen, Sebastian’s been feeling down on himself, that’s for sure.

So to see him so confident in front of a camera again, to see the proud way he presents himself, it makes you so happy. And in more ways than one. 

Obviously, some of the outfits he was styled in would not have been your first choice of apparel. Apparently obnoxiously mixed patterns and unnecessary layering is considered high-fashion nowadays. 

But no matter what Sebastian wears (or doesn’t wear), he always looks incredible to you. And just the way he acts when he’s comfortable in his own skin is enough to get you worked up. 

And just his presence wasn’t enough to get you going, the close proximity would have done it. 

You got to watch him change into each new outfit, and you knew he knew you were watching. Each time he changed into a different set of clothes, he made sure to catch your eye and practically gave you a strip tease, before his manager told him to hurry up. 

As he’d pose, the flirty, sultry stares he gave the camera went straight to your core, and before you know it, you were completely soaked and completely mortified to let Sebastian find out, although you suppose it would boost his self esteem a little.

But the thing that got you going the most, other than the perfect little view of his happy trail headed south from his delicious abs, or his juicy thighs, or his sexy stares… it was that necklace. That stupid piece of silver dangling from around his neck. That adorable, pure, inherently wholesome little heart necklace. 

One moment, you’re watching him sprawl across a table. The next, you’re lost in the filth of your own mind…

You imagine tugging on it as he’s railing you back at the hotel room… sucking on it as he pounds into you mercilessly… using it to stifle back your moans so you don’t get a noise complaint from your hotel neighbors down the hall, or upstairs, or downstairs… 

“You ready to go, Sweetheart?” Sebastian’s voice breaks you from the sinful thoughts you’re having. 

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