CHERRY

Ex!wife!reader and Jack Abbot who refuses to take off his ring. You two have been split for months, almost a year. You never had a certificate, too much legal trouble if you two ever called it quits, you were young and nothing but trouble when you got hitched, a small gathering of friends to watch you two share vows and rings to signify the promises you made at the most fundamental moment of your relationship the only evidence that you were man and wife. You were cordial, had to be at work, he’d weasel his way into your space, any excuse to be around you, and you let him. At the end of the day he was still your best friend, the person you went to for everything no matter how wonderful or awful your day was. When you had sex you swore it was a one off, a moment of weakness, familiarity and the fact that no fling could ever handle your body the way your ex husband did, so finely tuned with your pleasure, what made your legs shake, what had you keening and writhing against the sheets. His hands would find you for days after, grasping to the slope of your shoulder, the back of your neck, the cool press of his wedding ring still adorning his ring finger. You’d tell him to take it off, that you two were no longer married, he was not a married man he couldn’t wear the ring, and he’d shrug, hardly acknowledge it while you huffed and called him stubborn before dignify your irritation with a response, “I take off this ring, and it tells women that I’m available,” he rumbles, eyes raking over your frame too slow to be appropriate in a hospital setting, “And I am far from available.” He leaves you all too casually, mused grin on his lips as he walks away from you.

me and pope

tagging @hanasnx cause this came from his modern!aang au

Endless babbling comes from the other line of the forgotten conversation, your jaw hanging slack against the crook of your arm, feeling the head of Sammy’s thick cock sliding between your folds, bulbous head bumping against your aching clit with each sheathe of his hips. “No—no, I’m still listening. Yeah—just have something on the TV.” Sammy’s cock catches on your hole and your body shivers under the weight of him, rumbling groans reverberating from his chest against your spine, thick fingers coming around to stroke your puffy clit almost making you shriek, “I’m so sorry—I have to go, yes, now, bye—” the end call button is hardly a hair away when Sammy finally presses into you, a loud moan leaving your throat as you drop the phone. The obnoxious wet sounds of Sammy's raw cock slipping in and out of your eager cunt makes your skin burn hot, clawing back to hold the hands yanking your hips to meet his, “Must’ve been a real interesting fuckin’ conversation, hm?” he rasps, “Not interesting enough, hm? My sweet girl goes so stupid for this dick, isn’t that right? Just how I like her.”

I’ve been thinking about Bucky Barnes so much lately it’s like ur in my brain. He’s so big and strong I know that dick fucks u up inside I just know it

Ur good all is forgiven dont worry about it🕺