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something about rafe not being able to keep his eyes off of you.
he’s always so enamored with you, no matter if you’re cleaning up the house or cooking a meal, hell even if you’re sick as a dog and not able to move from the sheets of your bed, tissues scattered all around you.
his eyes are so full of love whenever you’re around.
he can’t keep his hands off of you either; always needing to have you at an arms length or closer.
he loves coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.
“hmmm,” he sighs happily. “what’re you doing?” not that he truly cares enough about what you’re doing in this exact moment, only wanting to be in your space and your space only.
you give a closed-lipped smile at the affection. “just finishing up the dishes.”
he gives a small grunt as a response, giving you a chaste one-two-three kisses to the top of your head, giving your hips a loving squeeze with his hands before stepping away.
he moves not more than three feet away from you and just watches.
watches, completely enamored in you doing a mundane task. but it doesn’t matter to him. he’s utterly obsessed and so in love with every little move you make.
just complete love-hearts in his eyes when watching you.
rafe would love the idea of dying between your legs.
rafe eating your pussy for hours. he gets so pussydrunk so quick — the entire bottom of his face is drenched with sweat and slick. his cheeks are red, pupils blown wide.
his eyes roll into the back of his skull like he gets off on it just as much as you do.
you firmly grasping his head, the buzzcut he’d recently gotten not giving you much to hold onto anymore, grinding into his face. you’ve come multiple times and been edged for hours — you’re pretty sure you’re floating on clouds right now.
rafe gripping the tops of your thighs, arms wrapped around them like they're bracketing him into your cunt. rafe looking up at you through his droopy eyelids, loving the way your face is screwed up in pleasure.
it makes his eyes roll back into his skull because he truly loves eating you out for hours. it's one of his favorite pastimes; loves the way you fall apart under his tongue.
you continually arching your back upwards, making the most pornographic back arch ever been seen. your thighs keep clenching and unclenching around rafe’s head, keeping him locked in place between your legs. one hand gripping the pillow above you, the other bracing rafe’s head.
you grinding against rafe's face and releasing high pitched whines because it feels too fucking good; feels ethereal.
your clit rubbing up to the tip of rafe’s nose, all the way down to his bottom lip over and over again. your slick getting fucking everywhere.
rafe pressing both palms down on your pubic bone to keep you steady, teasing you, not letting you move. you whine high in your throat in frustration, wanting to chase the friction of rafe’s mouth and tongue.
you trying to squirm away and push rafe’s face away after a while because you’re so overstimulated. rafe ignoring you and just eating, slurping, licking your cunt slower and harder. your body physically convulsing because it's just too much, but loving being addicted to the feeling.
rafe switching from kitten kissing your cunt all over, to kitten licking, to giving long fat licks from bottom to top. kitten kissing your inner thighs, rubbing his thumbs in small caresses on your inner thighs. giving pretty hickies all over them, loving the contrast of deep purples and blues and pinks and reds to your pale, pale skin.
you staring at rafe because he looks so beautiful like this and always has been — between your thighs, face and mouthful of pussy, practically pleading to eat you for hours.
loving the intense eye contact when rafe gets to work, you practically melting from every sensation.
you releasing the tiniest 'uh, uh, uh"s, each word getting higher and higher in pitch because of how good rafe’s tongue is — fucking in and out of your sloppy hole. carefully caressing your clit, pursing his lips ever so slightly and sucking. the added suction makes you shiver.
rafe humming and moaning into your cunt because of how wet and messy he's getting. loving how tight you are whenever he fucks his tongue in and out of you.
he pulls back from time to time to look at the mess of you — smooth skin, bright pink and red, strings of spit and slick going every which way, shiny wetness everywhere.
your relentless clenching causes even more slick to slide slowly down your cunt, adding to the pool of fluids below you.
the only sounds in the room are the wet 'shlick' noises coming from your pussy and rafe’s mouth, your whines and moans and panting, rafe’s hums and groans that are muffled by your cunt, his heavy breathing through his nose.
rafe slowly trails his hands up from their places on your thighs to your breasts, leaving feather light touches and tracing them before focusing his attention on your nipples.
you end up riding rafe’s face. thighs tightly bracketing his head, not allowing him to move an inch. both of your hands gripping both sides of his head for the life of you, white-knuckling.
your head tilted all the way back, your hair cascading down your back and your face is face towards the ceiling of the bedroom.
your hips and cunt grind against rafe’s lower face — cunt still grinding and thrusting against his chin, mouth, and tip of his nose.
you make tiny circles, cunt dragging deliciously against both of rafe’s cheeks, his mouth wanting to follow your cunt when it leaves his mouth.
rafe leaving light bruises on your hips and inner thighs, gripping you to keep you where he wants you and how he wants to move you. his arms wrapping over the tops of your thighs, able to grip the inner thighs and spread you open like he wants to.
you just full on fucking his mouth with your cunt. steady thrusts and grinds feel so heavenly against your wet and sloppy cunt — pink and red and warm and slippery from the relentless amount of friction and pleasure it's endured for the past few hours.
your mouth slack jawed, eyebrows furrowed upwards. rafe is eating you so good — it's like rafe was truly made to eat pussy, the way he gets off on it; the way he eats it for his own damn pleasure.
he usually humps the bed while slurping your cunt — it gets him so hard. hearing your whines, whimpers, moans, groans. wet, obscene, lewd sounds from his mouth and your cunt. needs to pound his dick into the mattress and release the pressure because it's just too much.
rafe making you come over and over and over. after you come, he doesn't stop — he keeps licking and kissing and sucking and fucking his tongue and fingers into you. you’re pratically sobbing from the amount of overstimulation you’ve endured for the past few hours.
no matter where you two are, rafe will eat your pussy — two in the morning in a club or bar bathroom, backseat of the car, on the deck of his family’s boat, on his knees outside of the house in the shadows by the pool, on his knees in an alley way, on every goddamn surface of the house.
you and rafe having car sex while it's thunder storming... you riding rafe into oblivion in the driver’s seat with both of his hands around your throat, your hands around his wrists.
you’re just squeezing his wrists, wanting him to grip your throat harder. your mouth is dropped open in silent moans, hips grinding up and down on rafe’s dick. rafe doesn't know where to look — your face or in between the both of you. he bites his lip, groaning at you in his lap.
rafe says, "riding me like a fuckin’ champ, baby... feel so good 'round me." and tightening his grip around your throat, teasing.
you just whine high in your throat, hands still around his wrists, almost white-knuckling them.
"mhm." is all you’re able to get out.
your head tilts back a little, skin baring where rafe’s hands aren't covering. your hair is frizzy, matted to the top of your head with sweat. your eyes roll back into your skull, mouth agape releasing pants.
you fuck your hips upward and backward, basically half-sitting, half-kneeling in rafe’s lap. the windows are all fogged up, rain bashing all around the car with thunder in the distance. he looks at you, enamored, so turned on he just starts spewing every thought that comes to mind.
"y'think anyone's able to hear you? hear how you're getting fuckin’ railed right outside my house?"
"sound so desperate when you're getting fucked... get so cockdrunk so fast." you’re barely listening, everything going in one ear and out the other.
"yeah — yeahyeah, ahh. fucking me so good, always so good." you whine, bouncing up and down, impaling yourself so hard. your ass meets rafe’s lap every fuck down, trying to get him as deep in you as possible.
"deep, daddy. so deep... ah, ah, ah."
rafe groans. he's mesmerized with the way his dick sinks into you as if it was a lock and key — perfect match. it's messy, wet, loud. you clench down on him every few thrusts, rafe getting closer and closer to his orgasm; fucking up into you with no abandon.
"gonna come for me? come like the desperate cockslut you are? outside where anyone can hear you?" rafe’s brain is short circuiting, the warm feeling in his tummy growing.
you nod your head relentlessly. "gonna come, gonna come for,, ahh — you. please, i’m so close.”
rafe fucks up into you, meeting you on the fuck-down, three more times. you slam down onto him, body freezing and convulsing around him, your pussy clenching reverently around him.
your entire body quakes, come squirting everywhere on the both of your thighs, lower tummies, even the seat below you.
whine and whimper after whine and whimper come out of your open mouth. you grind and fuck back onto rafe to ride out your orgasm. rafe comes deep into you when you clench oh-so tight on his last fuck back onto you.
he pulls himself into your chest, groaning, fucking up into your spent cunt. you whine at the over sensitivity, but let rafe ride it out. after you’ve both come down, you pull each other into a chaste kiss.
rafe takes a look at you — your neck covered in light bruises from his hands,,,
"looks like you got mauled." he runs his hands lightly over the bruises. you giggle, "mmm... my turn next time then." you both end up listening to the thunderstorm for the rest of the night, talking about nothing, drunk in each other’s intimacy.
but you two end up going for another round just because rafe thought you were so fucking pretty sitting on his dick looking pretty and fucked out.
he feels privileged to have you by his side; to call you his, like he’s won the damn lottery.
every time you’re in a crowd — whether it’s at a party, having dinner at sunset at the country club, or with your friend group — he always needs to make it known that you’re his and having his hands all over you.
he’ll always have that smirk on his face, the small smile that just lets everyone know he’s him. he lucked out and no one can top him in any way, shape, or form.
like you’d come back from the country club’s bar, sunset radiating beautiful shades of orange, pink, and blue on your skin. he opens his arms to welcome you back to your group with a, “hey, baby.”
he takes a drink out of your hand — his — takes your free hand and twirls you around, your floor length silk dress, whirling around your ankles. he’d wrap that arm around your waist, making you turn around with your back to his chest. the other arm free to hold his drink, eyes scanning the rest of the area making sure everyone knows you’re his.
some possessive part of him wants everyone looking at the both of you. wants everyone to see his arm around you, daring anyone to waltz up to the both of you and compliment you or him, ready to rub into their idiotic minds that you’re his and he is yours.
he tenses the arm around you at the thoughts running through his mind. it somewhat gets him off that no one else can have you, that he’s parading you around town, that he is showing you off in front of everyone’s faces and they can’t do a goddamn thing about it.
he smirks into his drink, not paying any attention to whatever conversation you’re having with whatever stuck up assholes are trying to pique your interest. he swallows his drink, then moves his head to behind your ear, and gives a few chaste one-two-three kisses letting you know that he’s all but thinking about you.
you’re so beautiful, it hurts. he’s so fucking proud to have you on his arm, no matter what. your laugh interrupts his thoughts and he, once again, licks his lips, presses them together and just smiles.
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so, what if bucky fucked reader while on a mission? like the rest of the team on comms while it was just pounding it ⁉️
bucky wonders if steve was onto something with all that catholic shit because there's no way he could've been this lucky without some kind of divine intervention.
the target has been neutralized but there was no easy way to sneak out of the gala early without looking suspicious, so the team is stuck to party with the seedy rich and nameless for the rest of the evening. you're all dressed to the nines so you'll fit in with the crowd and no one can deny that you look good.
bucky hasn't been able to keep his eyes off of you the whole night, which makes doing his job a challenge, but he doesn't need to worry about that anymore. you were dancing with yelena, both of you making quite the spectacle in the crowd of old, stuffy investors. he watched from afar as you talked, giggled under your breath, and swayed to the music.
eventually he couldn't take it anymore and he swooped in, grabbing your arm and whisking you away. he found a blind spot between two security cameras in a secluded part of the hallway upstairs, perfect for what he wants to do to you.
your back against the wall, your legs spread, thighs caging bucky's hips as he claims your mouth with his. his hands grope at your body, the treatment far too rough for the delicate fabric of your gown. he kisses you breathless but your expensive lipstick doesn't budge.
sometime between bucky tasting what hid underneath your silk thong and him flipping you around and hiking up the skirt of your dress, his comm was turned back on. you didn't notice the slight echo of his grunts, not until an unexpected voice chimed in your ear.
"didn't know bucky got so dirty," john chuckled. that was the last voice you want to hear during sex.
both you and bucky freeze and you share a look over your shoulder. bucky reaches up as turns the comm back off before resuming, though at a slower pace.
"we're never gonna hear the end of this," you say, slightly breathless.
"maybe," he says, "but now they know how fucking good you sound when i fuck you."
I’m gonna be a slut for a moment… Bucky jerking off and cumming on your pussy before he fucks you senseless😵💫❤️🔥
i like to think he loves pushing his cock in between the folds of your pussy, humping you like a bitch in heat for real
he’s grunting and groaning against your neck as he holds you to the bed, your slick coating the shaft of his cock and his tip hitting your clit with each faux stroke
“fuck baby,” he groans into you, his cock throbbing in between your pussy lips. he grips your hips before he’s cursing under his breath, the feeling of your cunt clenching around nothing against the shaft of his cock has him cumming in seconds all over your lower tummy and his
“buck…” you’re whining and mewling as he comes, a gush of arousal coming out of you again and costing his cock more. he lifts his head to grin down at you lazily, cupping your chin with his hand before he teasing the tip of his cock and slides it in your cunt
…bucky eating you out while you’re reading your book to him out loud. it wasn’t a sexy book honestly, it was one that was supposed to make you think but how were you supposed to do that with his lips latched onto your swollen cunt and sucking hard
“keep talkin’ doll.” he mumbles against your wet pussy, his tongue lazily swiping up and down through your folds, slick dribbling down his chin. you clear your throat as you grip your book, knuckles almost turning white
“e-eden knelt, her pale knees becomin— fuck..!” your hips stutter as you feel two of his thick fingers slowly push inside your wet heat, groaning.
“becoming what, sweetheart?” he teases as his tongue swirls around your clit, his fingers sinking deep and slow into your pussy with each word that leaves your lips as you continue to struggle to read
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Chapter Fifteen kicks off ✨🦂ScorSky Season🦂✨ where we have two months of weekly releases for this slutty, trashy, fucked up story of falling for the wrong people in all its messy, gut-wrenching glory. Married Professor Eddie Munson and post-abusive relationship Steve "Hurricane" Harrington circle and collide in this trashy serial that is by far the most raw, painful and person thing I have ever written.
after attending many corroded coffin shows and practices, Steve tries the drums.
he’s a fucking natural, something about repeating beats and banging things.
with the band dwindling out to just Eddie, and the occasional Gareth, Steve starts playing with them.
practice becomes the two of them in Steve’s garage, much to the dismay of his shitty neighbors. Eddie even gives Steve a few guitar lessons.
Gareth joins in on bass (which he also enjoys) at the live performances.
at those, Eddie makes sure to deck Steve out in a outfit fit enough to “be associated with us,” and eyeliner.
which Eddie all too soon regrets—when after the set, the makeup is dripping down Steve’s face, hair stuck up every which way; he’s drenched in sweat, in Eddie’s clothes.
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rafe had been off in morocco, helping the pogues — yeah i know, you were shocked too — to find the blue crown. rafe mainly went with to find groff but ended up helping the pogues find the blue crown as well. it’s been far too long, there’s been lack of phone calls from rafe. you stayed up late every single night, all alone in your and rafe’s massive shared bed, worried sick about him.
so when rafe finally came home after far too long, it didn’t take long for the two of you to be wrapped up in each other, his cock thrusting in and out of your soaked cunt. you two were sat on his expensive furniture on his large back patio. his hands were splayed out on your back, his eyes watching yours as you bounced up and down on his cock.
“tell me how much you missed me, princess. tell daddy how much you missed him.” a small smirk forming on rafe’s lips. his hands tighten in your back, his fingers digging into your soft skin. “come on, princess. use your words, i know you can do it.” rafe encourages with a grunt as you bounced away on his cock to your hearts content. your eyes flick to rafe’s your face contorted in pleasure. “i missed you so much, daddy. i worried about you every single night and all i could dream about was how you were gonna fuck me when you got home.”
rafe groaned in approval, his hands moving from your back to your hips. his large hands gripped your hips tightly, the cool metal of his ring making your skin jump. “fuuuck, baby.” rafe moaned, pistoning his thick cock in and out of your leaking pussy. the wet squelching noise heard loudly despite being outside. “i missed you so fucking much. the only thing that kept me going was getting home to this sweet pussy.”
your cried out his name in response, his cock mercilessly driving into your needy cunt. he was making up for the time he lost, making up for how many times he thought about you and your pussy while he was away. which to be honest, was way too much to even count. rafe knew if he didn’t get home to you soon, he honestly would’ve killed anyone who looked at him sideways. the sexual frustration he had on that trip and not being able to jerk off was really testing his fucking patience… a dangerous thing for someone with practically no patience whatsoever.
“that’s it, baby. take this fucking cock. you deserved it, didn’t you? being all alone in our big house, worried sick about me every single night? you poor girl. just couldn’t wait for daddy to get home and stuff you full of his cock, hmm?” rafe teased, his words undoubtedly making your walls clench around him. rafe grunts, his hands tightening on your hips at the feeling of you tightening around him. “fuck, your pussy is squeezing my cock like a vice.”
your nails dug into rafe’s shoulders, his hips jackhammering up into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. your breasts bounced with each thrust, his pubic bone hitting your clit perfectly with each thrust. your orgasm was close, so fucking close… but you knew rafe wasn’t done with you anytime soon and you also knew you weren’t ready for him to stop. this is what the both of you wanted. all night long.
“i was off, practically fighting for my life just so i could come home to my girl and fuck her stupid.”
