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Three Blind Tooke ToC

[originally started in 2016]

You had not known why the bodies were taken from the battlefield, however you stood by the belief that the Resistance would not be intimidated.

Being Kylo Ren’s prisoner complicated you in ways that you had never believed would be possible. Slowly you started to find shades of gray in a war not only in the galaxy, but within yourself as well.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Female!Reader

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[becca-e-barnes]

#1 for imagine with dads!best friend 😉

So y/n has a crush on her dads best friend, because he’s this big beefy man with charm that makes all the ladies swoon. He’s all she can think about when she is laying there awake at night.

It’s her graduation (or some event) and her dad throws a celebration. Bucky is invited and she’s excited to see him until he shows up at their house with a random woman hanging off his arm. She’s jealous and realizes he’s never going to like her the way she would wants and sneaks off to her room to be alone, until Bucky finds her and they are alone

The Graduation Party

@littlecanadianlani was kind enough to send me over some (immaculate) Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky ideas and I’m so obsessed I think I’ll make them a series of one-shots so I can keep up with my requests at the same time!! Each piece will be a standalone fic rather than a chapter but I’m super excited about this!! 🥰

I went for a graduation party since I didn’t really get one yet 😅

Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 4.3K

Summary: Your parents throw you a graduation party but things take a turn when Bucky turns up with a new girlfriend

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, huge age gap (Bucky is maybe around 40, reader is 21), lil angst perhaps? Fluff, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (behave yourselves pls), dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, pet names, coercion (but in the sense that Bucky knows he shouldn’t want his best friend’s daughter. All parties are enthusiastically participating), humping, riding, dumbification

Minors, do not interact

You weren’t sure there was a man more intimidatingly handsome than your dad’s college best friend and he knew it. If tall, dark and handsome was a person, it would be Bucky Barnes with his piercing blue eyes and soft, flushed, pink lips.

He was the definition of a bachelor. Unmarried, no kids, seemingly endless disposable income and from what your dad had told you, a new woman every week. And why shouldn’t he? Married life just didn’t seem to be his thing, settling down might never happen for Bucky and there was nothing wrong with that.

Plus the fact he hadn’t settled had kept your little crush alive. You couldn’t help wondering what it was like to be with a man like Bucky. A man with experience, a man who knew how to actually make love to a woman, rather just offer five minutes of painfully inadequate sex before rolling over and falling asleep, leaving you frustrated and unsatisfied.

It was terrible to admit but countless nights had passed with your hands delving between your thighs, a shiver running over your flushed skin as you imagined how his gruff little groans would sound when you offered yourself up to him. How it would feel to have him slipping into your tight heat until you weren’t sure where his body ended and yours began.

But your little fantasy was all crumbling down around you now, at your own graduation party no less. Bucky had just arrived with a girlfriend. You couldn’t have seen it coming, a tall, beautiful woman hanging off his arm as his dad introduced himself to her.

You couldn’t believe how jealous you were. You were only carrying a school girl crush after all, plain and simple infatuation, it was nothing serious but God, your chest had tightened with discontent seeing how he smiled at her, introducing her to the other guests at your garden party until those charming eyes locked with yours.

“Oh sugar, congratulations on the results! You did amazing!” He beamed proudly, crossing the whole garden to wrap you up in the tightest hug. His body felt huge and comforting, smelling fresh and woodsy and God it would be so easy to get lost in it, lost in him.

“Thank you Bucky!” You couldn’t help your little blush burning in your cheeks as you pulled away.

“Oh angel, you make me feel so old. Can’t believe you’ve graduated college now! You’re so beautiful too, you’re all grown up! But hey, this is Sarah, she’s been dying to meet you!” Bucky grinned, his words making you tingle with longing right up until Sarah was thrust in front of you, your arms wrapping around her before you had a chance to stop yourself.

“It’s so nice to meet you honey, Bucky’s been gushing about how proud he is of you!” Sarah was so lovely. That was even worse. Never mind the fact she was pretty, she was painfully sweet.

“It’s nice to meet you too! Bucky hadn’t mentioned you before. How long have you two been… um…” you questioned softly, not really knowing their situation

“Dating? A few weeks now. No needa be shy honey, I don’t mind answerin’ your questions.” Bucky’s confident smirk made your stomach churn. The whole time you’d known Bucky, he’d never been this open about being in a relationship. In fact, Sarah was the first actual girlfriend you knew of. You could feel your smile faltering, your little crush being dashed before your eyes.

“Oh shit, we should go say hi to your mom, talk to you later okay?” Bucky grinned, gently lifting Sarah’s hand in his own once more and heading off to find your mother.

You needed to get away. You needed to get out of the crowd before the angry, frustrated tears that were prickling your eyes spilled over. It was stupid, childish and you knew that but it didn’t make it any easier, knowing you’d never compare to this beautiful woman in Bucky’s eyes. No one stopped you as you made your way to your room, the wooden door slamming behind you while you flopped onto the bed, face buried in the pillow.

You had no idea how long had passed before you heard the door creak open again.

“Baby, you in here?” The familiar voice sent longing straight through you, the sickly feeling nestling in your chest. At the sound of Bucky, you pulled your head up out of the pillow, thankful you had managed not to cry.

Bucky looked so damn concerned.

“Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He questioned softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, face flooded with worry.

“Nothin’ Bucky, just didn’t feel great. Where’s Sarah?” You asked, running a hand through your hair, the hem of your little sundress ghosting the top of your knees.

“Oh she went home.” Bucky laughed, the low chuckle erupting from his throat.

“What’s so funny?” You quizzed gently, watching his expression as he turned to look at you.

“Say nothin’ okay? Your dad and I made a bet a few years ago. Bet me fifty bucks that I wouldn’t have a girlfriend by the time you were graduating. Sarah’s my neighbour, she volunteered to play along when I was tellin’ her bout you last week.” Bucky’s admission made your heart swell for so many reasons. He wasn’t settling down. Sarah wasn’t his, he wasn’t taken and fuck, he told his neighbour about you?

“Oh…. So you’re not… Dating?” Damn your curiosity, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you had considered how they would sound.

“Not dating anyone, sugar. Why? Ya getting jealous of Sarah?” He teased, working out that he was spot on when you couldn’t meet his gaze. You were jealous of Sarah. You did want to be her. You could feel how your cheeks were burning ferociously, the room suddenly far too hot despite the evening breeze drifting in the open window.

“Oh angel, don’t tell me a delicate, innocent little thing like you wants someone like me.” His words made you impossibly hotter, your skin burning up under his intense gaze.

“If I didn’t know better honey, I’d think you were jealous of Sarah. You wanna be my girl, huh? I’d only ruin you princess. Don’t wanna do that, wouldn’t be right.” Bucky could hardly contain himself. Your blush gave you away entirely. You did want him. You wanted to be ruined, pinned to the bed and fucked until you couldn’t cum anymore but he needed you to admit it. Needed to hear it out loud before he could give in.

“Tell me you want it angel. Tell me you wanna be treated right. Tell me how bad that little pussy needs a real man to take care of it.” Fuck, how had his voice dropped an entire octave? It was coming out as more of a low rumble, sexy and deep and delicious. The heat on your skin danced it’s way to your core, nestling in your tummy in a way that made your insides squirm.

“Fuck Bucky, I need it. Need you to t-treat me right.” You couldn’t even consider that he might be messing with you, so highly strung from need that it couldn’t even be a possibility. No, you needed this too badly now. Your fingers just wouldn’t compare to what you knew Bucky could offer.

“Fuck this is so wrong.” He hissed, hands fisting your bedsheets to hold himself back.

“Oh Buck, just once?” You suggested quietly, setting a hand on his clothed thigh. His eyes scrunched tightly shut at the contact, willing himself not to look. Not to feel you touching him. Your hand looked so tiny on his leg and you just wished he would open his eyes to see it.

“Careful angel, you don’t wanna do this.” He couldn’t bear to look at you. He couldn’t let himself. He knew that when the dam inside him broke, there would be no going back.

“Oh but I do Bucky. Wanted to do this for years.” His resolve was weakening, huge frame almost trembling at the thought of being buried so deep in your tight little body.

“Baby, it’s so wrong.” He was losing it as your fingertips trailed higher up his thigh. He could tell you had shifted closer without having to look at you, your breath tickling his neck from how close you were. He could smell your shampoo and your perfume but most of all, he could feel your confidence that was now seeping out of every pore, clearly emboldened by seeing the effect you were having on him and fuck, did he find it sexy.

“You know what’s ‘wrong’ Buck? How long it’s been since a man fucked me right. Bet you could change that though, couldn’t you? Bet you could make me feel so good. Two of my little fingers just don’t fill me the way I know you could. Such a tight squeeze, you have no idea. So warm and wet Buck, bet even you would struggle to last.” Where in the hell was all this confidence coming from? Half of you didn’t even care and after hearing the growl that came from Bucky, you knew he was loving it as much as you were.

“Oh fuck honey, you can’t say shit like that. Can’t fuckin’ handle it. Makes me wonder how filthy that little mouth can get.” His breathing was heavy and irregular, leaning into your lips on his neck, eyes still squeezed firmly shut.

“You wanna find out Buck? Wanna find out how good my mouth can make you feel?” Fuck he had lost it. The band inside him snapped, grabbing you by your thighs to pull you messily onto his lap, lips on yours in an instant. There was no finesse or practice to it, just two people, consumed by need, trying to relieve some tension but finding that making out had the exact opposite effect. You were both only becoming needier. Huge hands wandered over your body, the kiss becoming fiercer and more intense, fingers gripping hungrily at any exposed skin either of you could reach.

“Jesus, oh Bucky.” The little cry had slipped from your lips, muffled by Bucky’s own lips on yours.

“Oh god angel, we shouldn’t be doin’ this.” Bucky hissed quietly, removing his shirt nonetheless. He was so keen he could hardly keep up with himself but his head still told him he shouldn’t want this as much as he did.

“Do you wanna stop? Too old to keep up with me?” You teased him with a flirtatious roll of your hips over his crotch and you could’ve swore you heard an actual growl leave his throat.

“Was thinkin’ for your sake angel. Don’t think you’ll handle what I’m gonna make you feel. You won’t want anyone but me to touch you ever again. You ready for that honey? For your own fingers to not be able to give you the same relief I can?” God it all sounded so appealing falling from his mouth, his tone laced with nothing but sex.

The mewl that left your body was borderline embarrassing, Bucky gripping the hem of your dress and pulling it over your head in one swift motion. He hadn’t expected that one action to leave you bare in front of him. He could feel his mouth hanging open, drinking in the sight of you in his lap. The swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the endless expanse of soft skin, begging to be kissed and held and loved before you pressed your lips hungrily to his, ridding him of his jeans as quickly as possible.

“You’re fuckin’. Beautiful.” Bucky could only gasp the words out between kisses, both his hands charting a path up your naked body after you slotted comfortably onto his lap again. The skin on skin felt incredible, not to mention his cock lying between his legs, heavy and thick and begging for attention.

“Wanna be selfish for a second Buck.” You whispered, pushing him back flat on the bed. Your cheeks were blazing as you reached between your bodies, pressing his thick cock flush with his tummy before spreading your slick folds, setting yourself down on his bare dick. A strangled cry left the large man as you rocked yourself back and forth, spreading your wetness over him. Your clit dragged over his sensitive head, pulling a groan from both of you. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements and fuck, you looked like a goddess above him, breathy sighs slipping from you, using his body for your own pleasure.

There was something about it, seeing you so bold and confident, taking what you needed from him that made him even harder.

“Oh God Bucky.” You whined, pressing yourself down harder ever so slightly.

“That’s it angel, keep goin’. Fuck you’re just gettin’ wetter. You look so pretty and dumb like this, ruttin’ on my cock. That smart little brain just turned to mush now you’ve got a nice big cock to play with? All that education but your pretty little head just stops workin’ when you needa cum, is that it?” You didn’t expect Bucky to be so vulgar in bed, especially not with you but you were loving it.

“Fuck you feel so good.” You gasped, taking in his lazy smirk as you worked yourself on him.

“Think you could cum like this honey? Or do you wanna come sit on my face for me?” His words pulled a gasp from you because yes, you really did want to sit on his face. How could you refuse an offer like that?

So you shuffled up the bed, settling on Bucky’s face.

“Put your weight on me honey, I won’t break.” Bucky laughed, noticing how you couldn’t possibly be comfortable just hovering above his face. Pressing down a little more, he chuckled at how you were still reluctant to put your whole weight on him.

“Like this angel.” He smiled before gripping your thighs to press you the whole way down on him, beginning to lap at your pussy with long, broad strokes of his tongue straight away.

Fuck his tongue worked miracles, slipping between your folds while his nose nuzzled your clit. You’d never been eaten so intensely before, whimpers escaping you while Bucky sucked and licked and bit at the most sensitive part of your body.

When his lips connected with your clit, you almost wanted to squirm away from the insane amount of stimulation. His lips wrapped around the swollen bud, tongue flicking over it while he moaned sinfully, holding you against his mouth with one arm wrapped around each of your thighs. There was no escaping his mouth, hot and wet and trained only on driving you into blinding pleasure. Your hands fisted in his hair, helping you to ride his face while Bucky devoured you.

The knot in your tummy was tightening, fuelled by Bucky’s moans at how good you tasted.

You were so close, curses and pants of Bucky’s name spilling from you like a prayer and when Bucky’s eyes opened, looking up at you, a content hum left his throat.

That hum shattered you, the vibration on your clit driving you over the edge and if Bucky thought you looked like a goddess before, you certainly did now. He completely admired you, taking in how your back arched, how your head flung back, hips grinding against his face while one hand left his hair to tease your own nipples and God, that cry of his name made his cock throb painfully.

“Oh oh, Bucky please.” You whimpered, struggling in his grip when your body told you he had given you too much.

“You sound so sexy when you beg, you know that?” Bucky smirked, letting you go so you could pull yourself from his face, tumbling on the bed.

“Not just as sexy as you sound when you cum, but close.” His dusting of stubble was shiny with your slick and you struggled to think of a more attractive sight than his beautiful man that had effortlessly dragged an orgasm from you, lazily stroking his own cock to the sight of you naked in front of him.

“I can do both for you if you want. I’ll gladly beg if you make me cum like that again.” One orgasm like that couldn’t satisfy you, not now that you’d had a taste of real pleasure. Besides, you hadn’t even had a chance to feel his cock inside you yet.

“Shit angel, I’d love that, havin’ such a sweet little girl on her knees beggin’ for me. Fuck, you might be the death of me, you know that?” Bucky fisted his cock a little faster at the thought up until you shuffled off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling at the edge of the bed. His eyes went wide as you looked up at him expectantly, perching himself on the edge of the bed to watch you.

“Is this what you want? Want this big cock angel?” He cooed softly, not taking his eyes off you. You couldn’t tear your attention away from his swollen tip, head slick with precum, begging to be lapped up.

“Please Bucky, please lemme take care of you.” You whispered, offering him huge wide eyes and plump lips, longing to be parted by his dick.

“You can do better than that honey. If you want this, you gotta earn it. Ask a bit nicer.” He had every right to be so cocky after eating you like that so you indulged him a little.

“Please Bucky, can’t think of anything else. Needa feel you.” You whined. “Just lemme taste you Bucky, please, thought about this for so long. Thought about gagging on your cock like a good little girl, thought about you fucking my face.”

“And did you touch yourself while you thought of me?” Bucky asked, leaning back on the arm that wasn’t stroking his cock, giving you a chance to take in his tight abs.

You could feel your cheeks burning up as you nodded, admitting to your deepest secret.

“Good girl. This pussy belongs to me now, okay? You feel like touching yourself, you text me.” Want and need surged inside you at Bucky’s promise of this little arrangement continuing but you almost lost it when he leaned forward, pressing a hand to the back of your head, guiding you over and onto his cock. Your lips parted and wrapped around him of their own accord, letting him slip into your mouth. The slightly salty taste of his precum made your pussy throb, your tongue running over his slit, collecting every last drop.

“Oh Jesus.” Bucky managed to hiss, one of your hands wrapping around the base while you forced your head down further.

“Where did you learn this shit angel? Fuckin’ filthy, you know that? Thought you wanted to be a good girl but this mouth says otherwise. All mine now though, aren’t ya? This mouth only sucks my cock from now on.” You hummed in approval, dragging another hiss from Bucky, thrusting himself deeper into your throat.

You pressed your head down until he hit the back of your throat and God, the strangled cry that left him was pornographic, low and wanton and pained, like he was holding himself back, trying so hard not to fuck your face recklessly.

“Feel so good baby.” He whimpered, pressing you down until you gagged around him. The noise, coupled with the sudden tightening made him almost feral, a loud grunt from him inspiring you to work your hand faster on his base.

“Oh fuck, I can’t take much more angel, ‘m so close.” He whimpered, thighs trembling, ready to paint the back of your throat at any second. You sped up your movements, bobbing your head in time with your hand, tight and sloppy and noisy before Bucky pulled you off him, squeezing his hand tight around his own base.

“Can’t cum yet baby, fuck, needa feel that pussy first. Know you needa be taken care of.” You certainly weren’t going to argue with that. When he was sure he had held off his orgasm, he let go of his cock, arranging you on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, stepping up behind you. His dick pressed to your entrance, gathering slick until he slowly began to press himself into you, inch by inch.

“God, you’re big.” You whimpered, fingers gripping the sheets, arching your back to allow him to push in with less resistance.

“Fuck, feels good. God, can’t believe I’m fuckin’ inside you. Can’t believe a sweet little thing like you is so cock obsessed. Gotta say, I’m lovin’ this side of you honey. Even lettin’ me fuck you raw? This little pussy jus’ wants to be filled. S’okay, I’ll fill you up nicely.” He had sank the whole way into you, allowing you a few seconds to adjust to the stretch before you took charge and began to move, inching forward, then back onto his cock, almost hoping he wouldn’t notice how needy you were.

“You that horny? Can’t even wait for me to fuck you so you gotta do it yourself?” His tone was condescending, almost dripping with pride that he had reduced you to such a mess so quickly.

“Bucky, so fuckin’ horny, please. Please give it to me. Just fuck me.” You couldn’t have possibly cared that you sounded like a whiney mess. It didn’t matter that you sounded obsessed, all that mattered was feeling Bucky finally start to move.

“Oh kitten, you’ve gone all cock drunk on me? Silly baby can’t think of anythin’ but cummin’ round me. Tha’s okay, guess I can forgive you this time. You were so worked up earlier after all, seein’ me with someone else. All yours now honey. Gotta make this pretty pussy feel special.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he gripped your hips and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you again, beginning to set a decent pace.

You hadn’t expected his cock to pound your g-spot right away but you guessed it helped to be with a man who knew what he was looking for, unlike anyone you’d been with before.

“R-right there Bucky, oh fuck, I can’t.” You whined, keening against the bed so he could press painfully deep inside you with each thrust.

“You can’t what honey? Can’t handle it? Can’t get enough? Can’t hold back?” His suggestions all came in that confident tone because he knew you couldn’t answer. He was fucking you senseless, each thrust driving every thought from your head.

“Can’t hold back, fuck.” You whimpered, knowing your orgasm would be seconds away. But on the next thrust, everything stopped. Bucky didn’t push back in, sinking to his knees instead with a groan, level with your pussy. Two fingers slipped effortlessly inside you, curling in a way that you could hardly handle while his lips sucked your clit. You were done for, pussy clenching around his digits while the dragged you through your high, tongue lapping at your clit for all he was worth. You were gushing on his face, you knew it and you didn’t care, mumbling little ‘thank yous’ and praises as you rode out your high. You could hear the slick noises of Bucky fisting his cock in his other hand, tight and relentless, still wet from your pussy.

“Good girl honey, bet that felt good.” He whispered when your high had ebbed away, pressing his cock back inside you, fucking you fiercely once more. The wet sounds of his thrusts into you were horrendously loud but then again, so were his grunts as he chased his own release. You were on cloud nine, feeling fucked out and euphoric but delighted that Bucky still wanted to finish inside you.

“Cum for me Bucky, please please fill me up. Wanna be your good little fuck bunny. Wanna feel your cum leakin’ out of me.” You knew he would love it if you used a little pleading tone but you didn’t realise just how effective it would be. A few more hard thrusts had Bucky’s hips stuttering, cum spilling inside you. The groan that left Bucky was mesmerising, clinging to your body while he spilled his seed inside you.

“Jesus I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.” Bucky murmured in more of a relaxed chuckle, kissing down your spine before pulling out of you slowly, grabbing a washcloth from your dresser so you could clean yourself up.

“I’ve never cum that hard before.” You giggled gleefully, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, still faintly tasting yourself on them.

“We should get back to the party but we should do this again sometime. I meant what I said honey, you’re mine now.” It was such a change seeing Bucky so sheepish but it was quite pleasant at the same time. You didn’t even know this side of him existed up until now.

“And you’re… Mine?” You questioned softly after pulling your dress on again, straightening it out as much as possible.

“All yours angel. Maybe we shouldn’t be too open ‘bout it just yet though.” He laughed, admiring the little flush of your cheeks and the twinkle in your eye.

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eighteen plus only — by choosing to ‘keep reading’, you are agreeing that you are eighteen years old and over. do not interact with this story if you are a minor.

pairings: divorced dilf!bucky x fem!reader

warnings: age-gap (bucky is late thirties, and reader is early/mid twenties) smut, dirty talk, daddy kink (nothing excessive), dacryphilia, spit kink. masturbation (m & f) unprotected sex, cumplay. this is just really filthy, tbh.

word count: 7.8k

summary: the hot dad next door finds your onlyfans.. oops?

notes: looooook, this just wouldn’t leave my mind okay?! i hope y’all enjoy this as much as i did while writing it. dilf!bucky literally owns me, and my god, the things i’d let him do to me lmao. anyways, have fun with this smut bc my next few fics are all angsty messes hehe

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PART NINE // In the Lecture Hall 

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Word count: ~4.4k

Tags: Some sexy stuff..definitely NSFW. I said cock a few times so..

On the Desk // Part Nine

Once upon a time, there was a princess who had an impossible and unloving life. Every moment of every day was met with loathing; from her mother who berated her at every turn and from her sisters who mocked her with their thumbs in their ears. They were set in their ways to say the princess was unremarkable and perhaps she was at some things; awful at arithmetic and bollocks at baking.

The princess held great shame for her existence, spending her days hiding in places she wouldn’t be found to escape the ridicule. ‘That poor princess’ guests of the castle would say – ‘pitiful princess’ her mother would reply and instead would regale them with tales of the princess’ lovelier sisters. Then, while the castle slept, the pitiful princess would crawl from her hiding place, scavenge the kitchen for scraps and return to her room in the tallest tower to weep.

For the princess, every day began the same and ended where she woke up, hungry and alone in the castle’s tallest tower. And as the years passed, she hoped to feel herself again–however that might be–but as nothing changed, that hope began to dwindle. She began to wonder instead what it would feel like to fall from her tallest tower window. The day after she tried (and failed), her grandmother sent her a pile of parchment and told her instead to write.

She didn’t; not right away.

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# i watch the witcher on netflix for the plot

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The timelines were clear, but no one noticed events happening on the show. I guess. 🛀

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I found this gif today and I HAVE NEVER WANTED TO SUCK A DICK SO BAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

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My clit when I reach for the vibrator for the 10th time in one day.

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Cosmo Says - 1

It all starts with a subscription to COSMOPOLITAN…

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader WARNINGS: smut: p/v sex, oral sex, some dom/sub themes, eventual threesome, exploration of kinks, and more NOTE: Do not save or repost my work without my consent. I don’t tag for spoilers, so feel free to message me with any questions you have. This work is 18+ only.

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“Cosmo?”

You look up as the magazine lands on the table beside your laptop. The bright pink background is glaringly obvious, as is the half-clothed model on the front cover. Dean’s brought in the mail, and he’s leering down at you like he’s just uncovered your biggest secret.

“Yeah, Cosmo.” You grab the magazine and move it to the other side of your computer, facedown. “What about it?”

“Nothin’.” Dean strides around behind you, leaving the rest of the mail—assorted newspapers and Sam’s monthly National Geographic—on the table. “You just don’t strike me as the kind of girl who reads…” he snatches the Cosmopolitan before you can grab it and peeks at the front cover. “‘Sixty-nine Ways to Spice Up Your Sex Life’.”

Your cheeks flush. “I didn’t subscribe for that.”

“Really?” Dean raises his eyebrows. “What did you get it for, then?”

“It’s none of your business,” you stand up, reaching for the magazine. He holds it above his head, smirking down at you.

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YES LOVE THIS SERIES IS A BLESSING!

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”our kitchen is for dancing” i love you so much

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Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader Drabble

Word count: 567

A/N: Insomnia means small little drabbles like this are born at 4 am.

He’s not completely sure how this happened.

He found you in an alleyway, hair slick to your face, clothes clinging to your body from the rain. You were shaking, cold, and looked more dead than alive, clinging to the last drops of your fading humanity. The past three hundred or so years had been practically a blur to Kylo, everchanging, ever moving yet somehow keeping a vague familiarity no matter the changes in attire, lifestyle and location.

The first decade or so after Snoke had saved him from the brink of death, he’d wanted to travel, to experience the world in every way possible, each new country bringing it’s fair share of carnal pleasures and plenty of willing humans to feed from, at least willing once he started speaking; his words always laced with false promises. That had been before he’d gained control of the ever present hunger, now he still hadn’t decided if Snoke saving him had been a gift or a curse.

He didn’t take in strays, especially newly turned ones at that.

Somehow, you still ended up in his LA apartment, wrapped in a spare blanket and curled up on his couch. You hadn’t fed yet that much he knew, he doubted you even knew what was going on, what you were becoming.

A soft groan from you peaked his attention, he grabbed a blood bag from the fridge, he prefered drinking straight from the source but he tried to keep some on hand just in case. He didn’t like stealing, especially now that he’d gained enough control to not completely drain someone when he fed.

“You’ll be wanting this, it’ll help you feel better. You need to get your strength up.” He said matter of factly, your hesitant eyes meeting his and as he handed it to you, his hand brushed yours, your skin soft and he watched as you flinched at his touch.

The moment the deep red liquid passed your lips he could see the moment of hesitation on your features before you swallowed and the moan that left your lips after made his cock twitch in his jeans. You looked so innocent, so pure, lips wrapped around the nozzle, your hesitance becoming hunger as your body reacted to getting what it craved.

You were a blank canvas.

A child compared to how long he’d been living for, if one could call it that. Kylo had to guess you were in your early to mid twenties, simply by your physical appearance.

He’d sworn off picking sides, not wanting to get into the mess of vampiric politics and territory arguments. New vampires were always complicated, uncontrollable, overwhelmed and insatiable. It was an easy way to get caught. Yet, they could be trained and glancing over at your delicate form, eyes wide most likely still from shock, lips stained crimson. He knew he was fucked.

“Have another.” He said handing you another blood bag from the counter, your hands outreached this time, impatient fingers shaking.

He didn’t take in strays, but you, he’d make an exception for.

He wanted to mold you, make you something new and break you all at the same time, and he intended to do both, in time.

Kylo moved closer to you, fingers caressing your cheek, your eyes looking up to his full of nervousness and want.

“Sweet thing, what am I going to do with you?”

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Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader Drabble

Word count: 567

A/N: Insomnia means small little drabbles like this are born at 4 am.

He’s not completely sure how this happened.

He found you in an alleyway, hair slick to your face, clothes clinging to your body from the rain. You were shaking, cold, and looked more dead than alive, clinging to the last drops of your fading humanity. The past three hundred or so years had been practically a blur to Kylo, everchanging, ever moving yet somehow keeping a vague familiarity no matter the changes in attire, lifestyle and location.

The first decade or so after Snoke had saved him from the brink of death, he’d wanted to travel, to experience the world in every way possible, each new country bringing it’s fair share of carnal pleasures and plenty of willing humans to feed from, at least willing once he started speaking; his words always laced with false promises. That had been before he’d gained control of the ever present hunger, now he still hadn’t decided if Snoke saving him had been a gift or a curse.

He didn’t take in strays, especially newly turned ones at that.

Somehow, you still ended up in his LA apartment, wrapped in a spare blanket and curled up on his couch. You hadn’t fed yet that much he knew, he doubted you even knew what was going on, what you were becoming.

A soft groan from you peaked his attention, he grabbed a blood bag from the fridge, he prefered drinking straight from the source but he tried to keep some on hand just in case. He didn’t like stealing, especially now that he’d gained enough control to not completely drain someone when he fed.

“You’ll be wanting this, it’ll help you feel better. You need to get your strength up.” He said matter of factly, your hesitant eyes meeting his and as he handed it to you, his hand brushed yours, your skin soft and he watched as you flinched at his touch.

The moment the deep red liquid passed your lips he could see the moment of hesitation on your features before you swallowed and the moan that left your lips after made his cock twitch in his jeans. You looked so innocent, so pure, lips wrapped around the nozzle, your hesitance becoming hunger as your body reacted to getting what it craved.

You were a blank canvas.

A child compared to how long he’d been living for, if one could call it that. Kylo had to guess you were in your early to mid twenties, simply by your physical appearance.

He’d sworn off picking sides, not wanting to get into the mess of vampiric politics and territory arguments. New vampires were always complicated, uncontrollable, overwhelmed and insatiable. It was an easy way to get caught. Yet, they could be trained and glancing over at your delicate form, eyes wide most likely still from shock, lips stained crimson. He knew he was fucked.

“Have another.” He said handing you another blood bag from the counter, your hands outreached this time, impatient fingers shaking.

He didn’t take in strays, but you, he’d make an exception for.

He wanted to mold you, make you something new and break you all at the same time, and he intended to do both, in time.

Kylo moved closer to you, fingers caressing your cheek, your eyes looking up to his full of nervousness and want.

“Sweet thing, what am I going to do with you?”

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Vampire!Kylo Ren x Reader Drabble

Word count: 567

A/N: Insomnia means small little drabbles like this are born at 4 am.

He’s not completely sure how this happened.

He found you in an alleyway, hair slick to your face, clothes clinging to your body from the rain. You were shaking, cold, and looked more dead than alive, clinging to the last drops of your fading humanity. The past three hundred or so years had been practically a blur to Kylo, everchanging, ever moving yet somehow keeping a vague familiarity no matter the changes in attire, lifestyle and location.

The first decade or so after Snoke had saved him from the brink of death, he’d wanted to travel, to experience the world in every way possible, each new country bringing it’s fair share of carnal pleasures and plenty of willing humans to feed from, at least willing once he started speaking; his words always laced with false promises. That had been before he’d gained control of the ever present hunger, now he still hadn’t decided if Snoke saving him had been a gift or a curse.

He didn’t take in strays, especially newly turned ones at that.

Somehow, you still ended up in his LA apartment, wrapped in a spare blanket and curled up on his couch. You hadn’t fed yet that much he knew, he doubted you even knew what was going on, what you were becoming.

A soft groan from you peaked his attention, he grabbed a blood bag from the fridge, he prefered drinking straight from the source but he tried to keep some on hand just in case. He didn’t like stealing, especially now that he’d gained enough control to not completely drain someone when he fed.

“You’ll be wanting this, it’ll help you feel better. You need to get your strength up.” He said matter of factly, your hesitant eyes meeting his and as he handed it to you, his hand brushed yours, your skin soft and he watched as you flinched at his touch.

The moment the deep red liquid passed your lips he could see the moment of hesitation on your features before you swallowed and the moan that left your lips after made his cock twitch in his jeans. You looked so innocent, so pure, lips wrapped around the nozzle, your hesitance becoming hunger as your body reacted to getting what it craved.

You were a blank canvas.

A child compared to how long he’d been living for, if one could call it that. Kylo had to guess you were in your early to mid twenties, simply by your physical appearance.

He’d sworn off picking sides, not wanting to get into the mess of vampiric politics and territory arguments. New vampires were always complicated, uncontrollable, overwhelmed and insatiable. It was an easy way to get caught. Yet, they could be trained and glancing over at your delicate form, eyes wide most likely still from shock, lips stained crimson. He knew he was fucked.

“Have another.” He said handing you another blood bag from the counter, your hands outreached this time, impatient fingers shaking.

He didn’t take in strays, but you, he’d make an exception for.

He wanted to mold you, make you something new and break you all at the same time, and he intended to do both, in time.

Kylo moved closer to you, fingers caressing your cheek, your eyes looking up to his full of nervousness and want.

“Sweet thing, what am I going to do with you?”

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I Put A Spell On You.

Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 3,167

A/N: this is for my discord thots, who assisted in making this into what it is

Plot: A resistance fighter capture on the Finalizer, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren sends for you, not wanting you in the way you expected.

“You said you were no one’s whore but my, look at what a pretty one you make.”

Time had been passing by in brief moments of being brought just enough sustenance to keep you alive and check in’s to make sure you were still alive. The room was a constant cloaked in darkness, slivers of the bright lights from the halls of the ship being the only light you’d seen for the past three days. This wasn’t supposed to be a part of the mission, retrieve the information on the possibility of a spy among the first order and return to the resistance base. The knights of Ren had received a tip of your presence and the mission was suddenly compromised, and a resistance fighter was more useful alive than a corpse.

Three days had passed of the same constant check in’s and you still hadn’t been taken into any kind of questioning or interrogation. No one had prodded you on the location of the resistance base, and there had been no word of your life being at risk. Though you would rather be dead than kept anyone’s caged toy. It had been a silent three days, dark, cold and repetitive, filled with nothing except you and your thoughts constantly unsure of why you’d been taken.

It’s startling when the door whizes open, the brightness overwhelming to your eyes which had grown accustomed to the constant darkness. General Hux stands outside your cell, a look of distaste setting his figures when he sees you fully. “Supreme Leader Ren requests your presence immediately.” He says handing you what seems like a slip of black cloth. “Dress and once you’re finished there will be a stormtrooper to accompany you to Ren’s meeting quarters. You are to observe and to stay silent if you value living past today.”

With that he’s gone, leaving you with two stormtroopers and the black cloth in your hands. The door to your cell shuts again, a dim light flickering along the ceiling allowing you to barely see what you’re doing, stripping your uniform, it feels nice to get the scratchy clothes off you, your tattered bra joining the pile of clothes on the cell floor, leaving your panties on to keep some modesty as the outfit looks like something one

would wear for a lover not for a death sentence. The black dress if one could call it that practically leaves nothing to the imagination, sleeveless with a plunging neckline ending at your navel, the fabric did nothing to make even the slightest effort to remain modest in any way, barely covering your assets.

Modesty had always been something you’d lived by, a virtue that had been instilled in you by your parents and was something you tried to uphold no matter the situation. This was completely foreign to you, the fabric feeling too soft against your skin, goosebumps covering your exposed skin, every move you made felt like you were going to expose a new part of yourself. Hesitantly, you move to the door, shaky hands pushing it open, you can’t see the stormtroopers eyes through the mask but if you had to guess they were looking at your figure for a little too long.

Kylo Ren was the pure definition of evil in the human form, destroying planets and slaughtering innocent lives without a second thought and for some sick reason he intended to show you as a fool. Ren wanted to play his games as a ringmaster, hiding under the facade of an all-powerful Supreme Leader and you knew he was dangerous but you were not a prize to be won by him or anyone else’s.

The throne room is much darker than you’d thought it would be, filled with deep reds and cool metallic greys and blacks, it gives off the aura that the first order does, destruction, death and chaos. It feels much colder than the halls had been, even colder than the desolate cell that you’d called home the past three days. Ren sits atop the black throne, his mask off, perched atop the armrest of the throne. A wicked ruler handed down a legacy to fulfill, the destiny that was his grandfathers, that was prepared for him on a silver platter by Snoke. A throne built up by deceit and cold blooded murder.

Quite the Legacy given to an unfit boyking. ​You think to yourself, suddenly finding yourself breathless as an invisible hand squeezes around your throat, enclosing tighter, making you see dark spots at the corner of your eyes until it’s gone and you’re on your knees on the cold tile, gasping for breath.

“I’d find it in your best interest to keep your thoughts to yourself, pet.” Ren states, his eyes cold as he watches you struggle to breathe, a twisted smirk playing on his lips.

You get to your feet not wanting to show your weakness to him, not wanting to show your fear. You’d heard stories of the infamous Kylo Ren, had seen him once from far away on a mission a year back and the man sitting in front of you seems incapable of doing the horrors his reputation came with.

“You are to bow to your Supreme Leader or do they not teach you proper etiquette in the resistance camps? Do you have no respect?” His gloved fingers motion forward and you’re moving closer to him, unable to move on your own accord, practically a marionette doll. You’re playing into his game with no say of your own to protest.

Another flick of his hand has you on your knees at his feet.

It’s degrading and inhumane the way he’s treating you and you hatem but you hate the way your cheeks flushed your heartbeat quickens because of it. It’s sick and you push any thoughts of the sort away because this is the enemy, a traitor, a murderer.

“You are no Supreme Leader, you’re a coward and nothing more. You will always be Ben Solo.” You hiss, your hair falling around your face, an untamed mess and before you completely register what you’re doing, you spit on boot.

Smack.

He hit you, his hand, without the force and it shocks you because you thought he had more of a resolve but his breathing is labored out of annoyance of your inobedience and your cheek is growing more red by the minute.

“You stupid, insolate little bitch.” He growls, leaning down and grasping your hair, pulling your head back to look up at him. “Ben is dead, I am your Supreme Leader and you are ot treat me as such. You are going to sit through this meeting with me, silent and still and if you make so much as a noise, I’ll kill you in front of my guest and I don’t think you want to lose your life to my hand.” He says, pulling your arm, guiding you to sit straddling his leg, facing him. “You will sit as an example of what the First Order does to it’s captives. The general coming in will know you as nothing more than the Supreme Leader’s whore. One of the Resistance’s prime fighters reduced to nothing more than a slut for the enemy.” His words shift to more of a whisper and a chill runs down your spine, leaving you uneasy.

The door opens practically silent, and the thought of anyone seeing you as Ren’s concubine has you sitting up straighter, your plan is to sit still, stay silent and pray to the gods that this will be over quickly. Your facing towards Kylo, trying to focus on anything other than the humiliating situation you’ve been forced into, eyes focusing on a spot along the wall to give all your attention to. Pay attention to something inanimate, drone out and let the meeting run its course. It works for a moment or two until your mind slips into the list of thoughts that threaten to take hold of the forefront of your mind.

How you wish to see how he looks underneath the mask, it had been years since you’d seen Ben but that was before and this was the man he’d grown to be. A part of you had always been curious and you were so close to getting your answer.

And then there were the more dangerous ones.

How warm Kylo is underneath you.

Even though he’s a cold blooded killer.

That you want to know how his hand would feel around your throat.

Even though the same hand has used the force to do unspeakable acts. What would it be like to feel his mouth on yours.

A mouth of a liar and a deceiver.

You want him to tear the flimsy fabric off your body until you’re bare for him.

Once the thoughts come to light it’s hopeless, you can’t keep focusing on the wall and your body feels too

hot. It’s like a fire, uncontrollable and wild, consuming every fiber of your being and it’s absolutely infuriating. You don’t hear any of the meeting, what could be valuable information to the resistance if you walk out of

this ship alive and yet the only thing you can think of is Kylo Ren and how desperately you hate him and how badly you want him.

He shifts beneath you and you can’t help but softly whimper, the rough fabric on his thigh against your core, the thin lace does nothing as a barrier between you and him and between feeling his thigh against you and the wicked thoughts you can’t seem to get rid of, it’s too much. You try to steady your breathing but your heartbeat is pounding in your chest. His hand makes its way to your hip, squeezing hard enough to make you grip onto the side of the throne.

“You cruel, wicked thing,” he whispers just soft enough that you can hear it, gloved fingers brushing against your bare thigh. “Didn’t anyone teach you manners? It’s improper to keep secrets and you’ve been keeping quite a few from me.”

His words are a direct hit to your facade of being calm and relaxed and you take a moment to breathe trying desperately to clear your mind. “ I believe my thoughts being prodded isn’t necessarily proper either, Ben.” You spit, using his name could get you killed but you can tell there’s a part of him that’s intrigued, a part of him that wants you too.

His hand goes to grip your chin before you can think, forcing you to look at him, “It would be best for you to not let your position get to your head. You may sit on the throne but you have no power here.”

You knew anyone in the room could hear it, knew that you were making a scene and a part of you loved it, loved that you had an audience. Kylo Ren wanted to make this a game and you so desperately wanted to play.

“You are nothing more than a needy slut, and everyone in this room knows it,” he says, hand on your chin, making you look at the small assembly of generals and guards, “every male in this room is contemplating what they’d give up in order to get that pretty mouth of yours on them.”

It’s humiliating and degrading and yet it makes your blood boil. “I am no one’s slut.”

A laugh, cold and heartless leaves his lips. “Yet the wetness between your legs says otherwise, you’ve been practically dripping since I touched you. You may say you don’t love this but your body says otherwise.” His hand leaves your chin, fingers trailing down the length of your neck, moving dangerously close to your breasts before leaving your body entirely.

The meeting had been practically forgotten by you, too focused on the way his hand felt along your neck and how your body craved more of his touch. You were falling into the role he wanted you to play, too caught up in carnal urges and physical wants.

“You’re going to move, I want you to get yourself off right here, I’m going to finish this meeting while you fuck youreslf on my thigh, show them your appreciation for your Supreme Leader.” It’s a soft whisper in your mind but distinctly him.

You could practically feel the judgement mixed with want coming from those in the meeting, - whore- whore- traitor- little bitch.

With a deep breath you decided you would play along, becoming the wild, dark thing in the Supreme Leader’s arms.

His eyes were wholly glazed with power and what you couldn’t mistake as desire. He wanted this and some sick part of you craved it.

You moved, slightly hesitant in your actions, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you grind yourself against his thigh, the fact of having an audience making you bold. You drag your hand down the large expanse of his chest, feeling the strength he has beneath. Dragged it back up again in a long idle stroke, needing to touch him, feel him.

The desire for more made you move faster against him, soft moans leaving your lips, your hand gripping onto his shoulder, needing something to hold onto, something to ground you to reality. You wanted more, wanted to feel him beneath you, without barriers, skin on skin.

You move, turning around in his lap, eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of moving against him, of relishing in the way he felt against you.

One of the generals is in the middle of negotiating a deal when you feel Kylo’s mouth against your neck, hot and warm, he nips against your soft skin as you push back behind him, feeling him hard against you, insistent,

dominating. A reminder of knowing your place and who was in charge of the situation. He’d set the stage and you fell into the role he wanted you to play perfectly, exceeding his expectations.

His hand makes its way to your thigh, encouraging your movements, moving higher until it’s inches from where you’re dripping and desperate for him. Proof of your traitorous body. A part of you is still screaming to stop and to move but you ignore it.

It had been a game since the moment you stepped into the throne room, a power struggle on your end of trying to get the upper hand and instead becoming the whore he wanted you to be. His fingers moved again, dipping inside your upper thigh, brushing against your core and you couldn’t silence the moan that left your lips even if you wanted to. There was an audible gasp from someone in the room but you couldn’t care because Kylo was touching you and in that moment, that was all that mattered. You felt the predatory focus go right to the slickness he’d felt there, his hand gripping your thigh, and your face burned bright from a mix of shame and arousal. Your core grows hotter and hotter, damp and slick against him and when he brings his gloved hand away from you, you groan in protest.

“Open.” He says, it’s not a kind request but an order, and your mouth lulls open empty for a moment only to be filled by his fingers the next, slick with your arousal.

“Suck.”

You wrap your lips around his two fingers and taste yourself, tongue running along the length of his fingers. His other hand finds your hair and pulls back, allowing him to get a good look at you fully, needy and desperate. “You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t enjoying this, pet. You said you were no one’s whore but my, look at what a pretty one you make.” He growls against your ear, teeth tugging along your soft skin. “You’re going to cum for me, make a mess of my pants and look so pretty doing it, on one conditon.” He says

pausing for a moment, withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, leaving you gasping for breath. “Beg your Supreme Leader.”

Your breath hitches in your throat any witty comeback lost at his words. Your loyalty was to the resistance, to your friends, your family and holding on to that constant hope; yet here you were, a traitor ready to give yourself to the enemy.

“Please, let me cum Kylo.” It’s the soft plea that falls from your lips as you move along his thigh, his hand on your hip, encouraging you to keep moving, his grip getting rougher, unimpressed with your answer. His lips leaving teasing kisses along your neck.

“ I’m close, please let me cum, I’ll be so good for you.”

“Say it you little bitch, you want to defy me even though your body craves release, just give in.”

Your body feels too good, it’s all too much, his words against your ear, your clit brushing against the rough

cloth on his thigh, the eyes of strangers watching you, wanting to be in your position or wanting to be in his. “Supreme Leader Ren, please let me be your whore, let me cum for you.”

There’s a sharp pain at your neck, he’s biting you hard enough to break skin, and you cry out, the pain and

pleasure of it all sending you over the edge as you cum. It’s pure euphoria and it takes you a moment to come down from it, his hand tracing slow circles along your thigh, bringing you back down to reality.

“Leave.” He says, his eyes flickering up to what was supposed to be a general meeting going over newfound alliances, becoming much more entertaining than Ren thought a meeting ever could be. It only takes a moment for the meeting to disband, leaving you still breathless in his arms.

“I’ll have someone get you a change of clothes and your belongings will be returned to you as well, you’ll be taken to a smaller ship that will get you off the Finalizer safely.” Kylo says, moving out from under you to stand, taking his mask from beside the throne.

“You’re just letting me go... I don’t understand what my purpose of being here today, of you taking me in general.” You say still confused over the events of the past few days.

“Because now I know you’ll come back, I’m going to break you, pet. I’m going to take the hope you have in the resistance until it’s nothing.” The way he says it is almost like a promise of something to come even though you plan on leaving and never returning, this had been a mistake and something you would forget as quickly as it happened. Before you can say anything else, he’s gone. The metallic door closes, leaving you alone and waiting, vowing this would be the only and last time you would be on the Finalizer, even though a part of you deep down knew that if Kylo were to call out to you, you would answer, and that thought was something you weren’t ready to face yet.

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