#sinday fun

Depends on which Bucky and he's soft!dark or not. Let's go with mafia Bucky.

He would have you sit on his lap while he's in one of his meetings.

All eyes on him because no one wants to get caught looking at you.

You're wearing his favorite skirt with a garter around your thigh. Your legs draped over his thick muscular thighs.

Bucky leans back in his tall leather chair, pushing your head back on his chest.

On the table beside his gun and a few photos is a tiny remote.

Pick one. Only one. No loopholes. One sexy - but incredibly daring - scenario to live out.

Andy Barber is your opposing attorney. You've been fucking for months in secret but have never gone head to head. He's never been married - Laurie who? But professionalism dictates decorum.

He's a goddamn boss in bed as much as he is in the courtroom. While you've both been to each other's places, a sexy hotel is your go-to. An escape. No talking about work ever. But when you find out you're up against him, he decides to up the ante.

"If things appear to be going my way in the courtroom," he says, stroking his finger along your naked thigh as you rest beside him. "I want you to spread those sexy legs under the desk and let your fingers wander under your skirt for a full minute. I want two inside your cunt, stroking you from the inside. I want to see your finger glistening when you pull them free. One minute. 60 seconds, sweetheart."

You scoff! How the hell are you going to do that without getting caught? Discreetly, he says with a wicked grin.

"And in return, if it looks like you're on the winning side, I'll get myself off under the desk through my pants."

"Not your hand in your zipper?" you question.

"Far more difficult to be discreet. But you'll get your wet stain, sweetheart."

The agree to the terms and Andy pushes you on your belly, sliding back home once more.

Ransom fucking hates his family. You do too - except for Harlan. And now that he's cemented his trust fund in being with you because Harlan fucking loves you, he wants to play dirty at the next family dinner. A giant fuck you to his family, if you will.

He wants to fuck you at home, then again against the beamer on the side of the road, then once more in the bathroom at Harlan's house. When you sit down for dinner, you're so fucking gooey with his seed that you can hardly keep your squirming to a minimum.

Thankfully, Harlan is has stolen away from dinner to work on his next novel, a fact Ransom already knows. But this devious fucker wants to wait until the main course arrives, declaring it needs extra sauce for the entire table to hear, then ask you to sit back in your chair so he can run a finger through your snatch underneath your skirt. And he'll plant the perfect elixer of both your releases onto his plate, dipping his fish in mess before shoving it in his mouth - all with an absolutely straight face.

Steve Rogers is tired of being labeled the golden boy. He's fought enough battles, defeated Thanos, had private photos of the two of you enjoying a holiday leaked to the press - and still - sweet, All-American Steve still gets fawned over by churchies and politicians who keep him on a pedestal of purity.

There's a press conference this week at the compound. The business elite and politicians will align the halls alongside cameras from every news station in the world.

"You want me to what?" you gasp.

Steve kisses your forehead, bringing his lips to yours hovering just above them. "I want you to hide under the podium. When I go to speak, I want you to suck me off - do what these lips," he presses a kiss to them. "are so fucking good at. Then when my speech slows and I'm about to blow my load down your throat, I want you to stop. Then I'm going to apologize to a completely ignorant crowd that I prefer to get the job done right every time. That's when you take my hand and I pull you up, turn you around, and bury myself in your heat for all the world to see.

"What do you say, sweetheart, up for taking your man's purity in front of the world?"

Ohhhhh Bestie. This wasn’t hard for me, well let’s put it this way, every single scenario was music to my little whore heart. I love when a man wants me to do anything in public.

But see, if I’m going to do anything in public I’m going big or I’m going home. I considered all three scenarios, and each of them speaks to me, but in the end only one wins.

And I’ll tell you why.

Not ONLY do I get to do one of my most favorite things, as in, I get to be on my knees giving Steve head, his cock sliding down my throat while he’s trying to address a room full of people in addition to it being televised… Fuck. FUCK.

He’s going to present me, bend me over a podium so everyone will know just what a slut I am for this man, and just how depraved he is behind closed doors. Softly praising me in between addressing the nation, letting me know just how good I feel, and how proud he is that I’m taking him so well in front of all these people.

And maybe if I’m lucky, after he pumps me full of his creamy spend, he’ll drop to his knees, clean me with his mouth, and spits our cum in my mouth.

3: Somewhere around a 6 or 7~

14: When in a 'home' space- so Ruoa, their FC chambers or an inn room- Iosko'li will often wander about without a single stitch on. The Noukai are very body positive as a people and, unless the cave halls get chillier than usual, most don't wear clothes inside.