#( Angel has a: carry me sugar daddy kink )

[truearchangel]

“I’m not short, you’re unnaturally tall. It’s the heals and the long torso for extra arms. And yet I can still carry you around.” He just might need the wings, so Angel doesn’t drag across the floor.

[dehydrated-for-donghae]

word count: 1.6k

content warning: hint is in the title, plus some description of a few fun sexual acts

this was an ao3 request, but I thought I'd share it here too. In a development that shocks precisely no one, I got a bit carried away writing this, so you can expect a Sexting with Super Junior headcanon to show up at some point. feel free to request things, this was fun to write and I have so many ideas and half written things rotting in my google docs, it's nice to have a little direction.

Talking Dirty with Super Junior

Leeteuk

“Eyes up angel. I want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

A man of layers, Leeteuk’s purity kink fizzles away into filth the moment you start talking dirty. It was an accident, but he was fucking you so good you couldn’t help but tell him, and he liked it.

He really liked it.

With one eyebrow raised and a particularly rough thrust, that dimple took on a devilish tint.

(Oh yeah? Does that feel good sweetheart? You want more?)

His purity kink is still strong though, so if he’s ever trying to focus on work or cook or do anything other than take you to bed (you can wait a while, can’t you baby?), pair simple white cotton underwear with your best dirty talk and watch his resolve dissolve like sugar in tea.

On special occasions, like his birthday, make sure you act extra bratty to give him a reason to put you over his knee and spank you until your ass is raw and your panties are soaked.

“You like it when I spank you, don’t you?”

Heechul

“Look at this pretty kitty, all for me. And she's so wet. ”

Heechul has met his match at dirty talk and he couldn’t be happier.

His bedroom talk ranges from sweet praise (look at you, taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me, baby?) to utter filth (just admit it, you’re a slut for my dick).

Absolutely incorrigible with it too, turning it into something of a competition to see which of you can say the dirtiest thing in public without getting caught.

He’s never gonna let you forget that time at Leeteuk’s house, when made you cum without even properly touching you. Just kissing your neck and whispering filth in your ear, fingers trailing so innocently under your skirt and up your inner thigh while you tried to focus on the movie.

If Eunhyuk noticed the way you were trembling next to him on the couch, he kept his mouth shut.

But Heechul certainly fucking didn’t, even once you got home he wouldn’t stop or shut up, saying the dirtiest stuff he could think of, trying to see if he could do it again.

(He could.)

And when he finally decided to take care of his own needs and fuck you, he still made you beg for it.

“Beg me for it, princess.” 

Yesung

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

The KING. An absolute pro at dirty talk, he’ll sit you down early on in your relationship and ask about what you’re comfortable with.

He’s up for anything, from sexting and dirty voice messages, to praise and degradation kinks, and he’s so excited when you match his freak.

He really admires your creativity, the way you come up with bedroom talk more suited to some kind of kinky sex dungeon, and sometimes he records you saying these filthy things on his phone so he can listen to them when he’s lonely on tour (or in the bathroom at work on a slow day).

He does, on occasion, get a little carried away (I can't wait to rip your panties off and choke you with them).

Then, when he realises he’s said something truly off the chain, he’ll snap out of fuck-mode and start apologising.

The only way to fix that is to get on your knees, look up at him with your biggest and best puppy eyes, and say “please”.  “

Be a good little fuck-slut and spread your legs for me.”

Shindong

“Whatever am I going to do with you?”

If you want to get Shindong going, sit on his lap and call him daddy. He was a little shocked and surprised the first time you did that, but it was an interesting and effective way to find out he has a total daddy kink.

He loves it when you’re being bratty and demanding, especially when he’s holding both your wrists behind your back with one hand, using the other to tease you through your panties, and somehow you’re still giving orders like you’re the one in charge.

It’s not exactly dirty talk, but Shindong likes to know how to give you exactly what you want, and the way he asks for instruction makes it explicitly clear who’s in charge.

And you know what they say, an elephant never forgets.

Still, he likes to tease you, doing the same movements with his fingers or his hips but just missing that spot where you need it, driving you crazy until you’re begging crumbles from words into just sounds.

“Do you like that?”

Eunhyuk

“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

Eunhyuk could spit filth all day.

And sometimes he does, blowing up your phone with dirty voice messages and dick pics (wanna see how hard you make me?) With him being on tour so often, phone sex is a big thing with him.

He’ll call you up when he’s jerking it, panting down the phone as he tells you exactly what he’s going to do to you when he gets home

(I’m going to tease you with my tongue until I’m drowning in your juices and then I’m going to fuck you until the bed breaks).

He loves it when you talk dirty to him, and it makes his heart speed up and his dick throb when you give as good as he gets.

Did I mention Eunhyuk’s oral fixation? Your mouth or his, it doesn’t matter, as long as someone’s genitals are getting licked.

So tie him down, get him all hot and bothered, straddle his chest with your bare pussy just out of reach, and listen to some pure poetry.

“Sit on my face, smother me, I don’t care just let me taste you.”

Siwon

“I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

The first time you told Siwon to take the condom off and fuck you raw, he didn't quite manage it.

Your magic words had him spurting in seconds, just the idea of getting to fill you full of his cum sent him flying over the edge.

You knew he had a breeding kink, you just didn’t realise how strong it is.

He also has a few exhibitionist fantasies, and while he’d never act on them, that doesn’t stop him whispering filthy things in your ear when you’re out in public.

You’ll be out for a meal with the rest of Super Junior, and as Siwon leans over you to pour you some more water he’ll whisper in your ear,

(I want to bend you over this table and make everybody watch as I breed you.)

And then he’ll go back to sipping his drink like he said nothing at all.

The bastard.

“You want my cum? Yeah? Deep inside you? You want me to fill you up? Stuff you full, so you can have my babies?”

Donghae

“Tell me how to make you feel good, baby.”

Donghae is a talker and babbles a lot during sex.

But rather than call you a dirty little whore, or his thirsty cum slut, or a brat (and you very much are all of those things when it comes to Donghae’s dick), Donghae is much more likely to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he’s searching for that sweet spot that makes you gasp and moan and cling to him a little harder.

He’s just so soft for you, all he can think about is how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you feel good.

He loves it when you tell him what to do, a little (or a lot) harder, or faster, even when he’s completely drunk on your pussy he can follow simple instructions.

The closer he gets to orgasm, the more he babbles

(you're so good for me, wanna make you feel so good, wanna feel you cum on my cock, please baby please, squeeze me out...)

He might be a little embarrassed after, hiding his face in your neck, trying to distract you with kisses while he remembers all the dirty things he said.

And on those special days when you’re both feeling a bit kinky, when you’ve got him on all fours, teasing his tight little hole with just the tip of the strap on, he’s not shy about begging you to get a little… rough with him.

“Punish me. Please. ”

Kyuhyun

“Just you wait until I get out of these cuffs.”

Kyuhyun’s fairly tame in the bedroom.

Oh, other than being a massive tease.

He loves it when he’s got you all wound up and desperate, begging him to touch you properly, or to fuck you, or even to just let you suck him off.

albeit in a tone more suited to narrating erotic audiobooks

Likes to get you so frustrated you start saying the most depraved stuff, while he keeps his practically PG

(someone’s enjoying herself…)

He does not like the taste of his own medicine. Why would you tie him to a chair and edge him, when he could be buried balls deep in your sweet cunt, fucking you as hard as you’d like?

It doesn’t matter, he’s gonna whine like a smutty-mouthed little bitch

(hurry up, let me fuck you, let me fuck you before before I fucking explode)

and you better let him cum, or you might not survive his revenge. Him pounding you rough and relentlessly for hours, until you’re being overwhelmed by your fifth orgasm and begging him to stop.

“I’m not hearing the safe word, sweetheart.” 

m.list

[bemylord]

haikyuu boys have a size kink

characters: ushijima, kuroo, atsumu, bokuto, tsukishima.

warnings: smut, oral, belly bulge, degrade, breeding and size kink, anal, gagging.

ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ

like every boy who has a thick cock - he'd be smug whilst fucking your cunt to see how your belly is bulging due to his cock.

you'll boost his ego if you'd scratch his back or biceps, so ensuingly in the morning, his back would be dotted in the red patterns; screaming his name like it's the one word you know.

a big daddy in the bed. wanna stay all day in the bed and receiving cuddles and smooches? call ushijima daddy or captain. it would blow his mind, hearing your broken voice, thanks to his cock, moaning and whimpering.

'd-daddy!' you're getting lost in ushijima's thick cock, lacking of his deep, but morbid kisses. ushijima is biting your lips, immediately licks the blood that flowing down into your chin. strikes are powerful, beating moans and whimpers from your mouth every time his balls are hitting your ass. ushi hoists your up from the bed you were laying on: with one hand his holding your waist whilst another one is keeping the buttocks. nudging your tight and dripping pussy on his cock, feeling the closest orgasm.

'my baby, i'm close, i-' you're kissing the protruding bone on his collarbone, leaving there small hickeys that will come off in a couple of minutes. ushijima presses his lips against yours, increasing his tempo, pulling your closer to his body. 'let's do it together, honey, cum on my dick'

'cum inside me, ushi, i wanna feel your sperm inside me' you murmured wheezing, bouncing on his cock, feeling the wave is overwhelming you, bringing what you've been needy for a long time. as wakatoshi felt your creampie on his dick he bowed his head back, making his last movements 'till he did the last like you. he kept nudging into you a couple of times, make sure you've got off his semen in your belly. he kissed your sweat forehead, carrying you to the bathroom.

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ

kuroo likes to do it in a raw when you aren't prepared, just enough to feel how a big cock is stretching your walls, going in until his balls squish against your ass and going out, bursting inside with speed, beating out of you desperate, concupiscent moan.

being complacent through the whole intercourse, degrading and humiliating you by calling you slut or needy puppy.

kuroo adores when you're taking the initiative by getting fucked into his lap, controlling the pace, and watching your lover's lustful expression.

'bouncing on my fat cock like that should be illegal, babe, ah~' he groaned when you take his member all, drooping down, moving the pelvis forward and backward. 'jumping on it, babe' kuroo thrusts hips up, forcing you to grab his shoulders. you looked into his eyes, taking the massive dick which is destroying your cunt.

'kuroo, ng~' you whimpered, when kuroo put hands on your waist burying himself deeper. you put yourself at the risk, slightly blowing on kuroo's ear, moaning quietly as you're cumming. your walls are squeezing his dick so tight, that he groaning, bend you over.

'did you had my permission to cum? now, i'm gonna fill your cunt with me hot sperm until it'll be enough to dripping from your pussy'

ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ

deep oral - his favorite one. as a punishment, when you wake him up in his dick inside your tiny mouth. frankly speaking, his dick is so massive that it barely fits in your mouth: you could suck only his glans, clearly can't put a cock deeper because of the length.

another one who would be smug when you can't take his cock entirely. would be grinning and laughing at your gagging face, when you're attempting to pull away to have a breath of air.

enjoys thrusting his pelvis up when you getting down on the dick, just to make sure he's the leader.

'gag on it, sugar. feel every inch of my thick cock' atsumu did a fist of your hair to use your head as he wants. atsumu didn't have time to breathe, practically choking by his dick. atsumu might be a boy who would cherish and loving a boyfriend, but when the last ray of sunshine leaves the earth - you should call him daddy. licking his balls to the pink head, being forcing to put a dick until the glans will touch your throat.

'those tears, baby girl, that's because it's big, isn't it? taste my cum, girl' atsumu wen crazy, when he sees your tears - he's the one who can ruin your makeup, making your eyeliner run down your cheeks, leaving the black patters. your closed eyes tight, open your throat to take his cock and semen. your lover came with a loud groan, making a serial of hits in you. the mouth is filled with a hot liquid just as atsumu wanted it. you swallowed the sperm, staring at his smug and sassy facial expression.

'now sit on my face, i'm gonna eat you dripping pussy'

ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ᴋᴏᴛᴀᴜʀᴏᴜ

he's kinda clingy and tactile: pressing you against his muscle, interlacing your fingers, kissing your lips softly and lazily, contrary to his painful strikes in your pussy.

when he first made a push in you, he was over and over asking 'how do you feel?' or 'can i move, my angel?' when you get used to his size, bokuto acts more confident - he doesn't like seeing you crying because of his cock.

bokuto is a sweet pie when it comes to the aftercare - his treasured part. bokuto will spread smooches all over your cute face, making you blushed and smile.

'my little owl, it-' bokuto groaned, when you scratched his back, pulling him closer by his torso. he kissed your lips, running hands all over your body, trying to feel every curve, smooth skin, and irregularities. if there's kink named: the man who's obsessed with your body - it'd be koutarou's kink. the captain is terribly obsessed with you. every your 'defect' that you're trying to hide, bokuto adores.

'you're gonna make your captain cum, i-' before he could finish, the spontaneously wave of orgasm made him push inside you deeply. in addition, your walls are wringing out the last of his sperm. both of you felt your high note suddenly, remaining with his breath knocked out, drowning in each other arms.

'let's have a cuddle session!' you've got no way to run.

ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ

honorable master of degrading you. doesn't care about phrases he's talking whilst pumping into you. he'd degrade and humiliate through all the night you'll be fucking. actually, tsukki is tremendously affectional after that.

the perfect way to show who's the host? anal sex for sure. your hole isn't scratched for his massive cock - amazing for him, painful for you [could be a slogan for your night-life]

scoundrel when he watches how your facial expression changes from the 'wrong hole, tsukki, it hurts' to the 'please rub my clit, i'm gonna creampie, tsukki please'

'tsukki-'

'you know my name, slut, call it!'

tsukishima spanked your ass with a resounding sound that left the mark on your booty. you're on ll fours, hair pulled, back arched - as your daddy loves to. it hurts so much that you couldn't feel anything, but his dick. you screamed his nickname when tsukki found the right nerve profoundly in the ass. kei pulled your hair back, facing your ear, biting and licking. he knew what'll be if he dares to do that - you felt the familiar feeling inside your belly. a new batch of orgasm is about to come, kei rubs your clit as he learned to read the mind. unconsciously, you squeeze his dick while finishing, uttering the nickname. you sank to your elbows with a dick inside you.

'd-daddy'

'that's right, now daddy is gonna cum and cum until your ass will drain my balls'

//~~//

why i did bokuto so sweet it must a nsfw work, but i hope you liked it!

highly recommending to listen 'lights down low' while reading it. omgfd it feels different.

[insufferablelust]

Little Butterfly I (Sugar Daddy Mob Boss!Spencer Reid x Reader AU)

Warnings: Part 1 of an ongoing series (that i hopefully won’t abandon), Upcoming heavy violence, Mafia and Crime related fic, Spencer is a soft dom but is dangerous, HEAVY SMUT, upcoming dark kinks (Gun,Knife,Bondage etc), daddy kink for sure, Manipulation kink, Degradation, Humiliation (yknow the drill with me) spoiling kink?, upcoming murders etc, heavy topic regarding mental illness, College legal age!Reader, Age gap, older!Spencer, Mean!Spencer, BDSM themed, Indication of Subspace, Just heavily dark smutty series (yet again lmao) 

Hello, my wonderful readers, i want to thank you all for the patience you all have for this series, hopefully i can stick to schedule an update this once a week like Thrilled. This will be a new territory for me since all i know about mafia and such are from the movies and countless books my father has inherited me with, so i deeply apologize if there’re some mistakes, this is an AU that means its only a story and fantasy. If you are uncomfortable to violence and sex then PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. Thank you, and Happy Reading. 

This series will set around the 80′s New York.

MASTERLIST HERE

There is no hiding from the absolute luxury you indulge in, in fact you love showing it to whoever might want to pry deep enough into your life. You caused no harm by it, and it certainly isn’t anybody’s business but yours and his.

The pair of arms around your waist is a certain remainder of who you belong to, and you loved it. He looked good tonight, almost too good with the suit adorning his perfection like an absolute genius adonis— your genius adonis. You feel your cheeks heats up slightly as he glanced at you, knowing just how shy you get around so many people— his little girl is sensitive after all.

Spencer Reid knows every little thing about you, what makes you tick, what makes you snap, what makes you bow in submission to him, and what makes you feel heavenly. He knows it all, he knows the way you trembled slightly whenever he wrapped his arms around your neck as he leaned down to kiss you, or how squirmy you get whenever he tug your hair, said your name calmly whilst shoving his fingers into your mouth— he knows everything.

—

It was a mutual agreement at first, living on 80’s New York has never been so stressful during your 20’s, all the student loans, the bartending you do sometimes, even the couple of scandalous photoshoots you sacrificed yourself doing to keep your bank account afloat. Your family never really cared much, and the only person that you truly have is Emily, your roommate.The whole ordeal was strange when you found out Emily’s ties to the mafia, being the daughter of one of the strongest mafia’s capo on America during that time. You wondered how on earth she has managed to doesn’t want to get on her father’s good side, and just except the riches that comes along with being a mob, but then again you were a stranger to it too...or so you thought.

The night she asked you to accompany her to meet her father and his boss, you shrugged and said yes, having nothing to do in the apartment other than wallowing in your own debts and sadness— you immediately agrees which put a smile on her cute face.

“I thought you didn’t want nothing to do with your father.” You asked as you raked through the closet to find something... ‘elegant’ but not too much, it’s going to be in a lavish restaurant after all. Your eyes darted to Emily’s who has been staring at her phone, smiling to whoever is texting her— you could only assumed it was one of her secret girlfriend-hookup for the week.

“Well i didn’t but money is tight, fucking inflation.” She looked up for once, lips hanging open at the sight of you standing there in a black dress, short with a slit on the thigh area— looking absolutely ravenous. “Holy fucking shit.” Emily whispered.

“What? is this enough? god i feel like such a prude.” You bit your lip as you await her comments, “You look fucking gorgeous you idiot, i mean are you sure you aren’t gay by any chance?” She laughed, which caused you to giggle, “I never said i’m not gay.. just that i’m not—

“Interested in dating, yeah yeah but we can at least fuck or something.” She jokingly raised her eyebrows as you throw your bra her way and laughed, “I just don’t want to get distracted em, especially that we live together.” You pouted before giving her a kiss on the cheek, which made her roll her eyes and smile.

Only if you knew what this meeting will entails.

—

The wine tasted exquisite on your tongue, the sweet burn of merlot was pleasant on the base of your throat which shocked you at first— maybe you should stop buying cheap wines, because the real ones are heavenly. You looked around nervously, it has been a long time since you’ve gone out to have dinner, let alone one as expensive as this.

“Stop looking like you’re about to die.” Emily whispers as she took the seat next to you, which you humorously giggle and swat her shoulder, “I’m not. It’s just.. new to me is all.” You nervously chuckled, before sipping on your wine some more. It was clear that her dad and his so called mob boss were late— which you rolled your eyes since Emily was basically rushing your make up, you just hoped that you looked decent enough, not that you want to impress anyone, its just good to feel like you’ve fit yourself to the occasion.

“Oh, you’ll get used to it.” Emily chuckled, before you could even process what she meant by that the sound of a soft elderly timbre rang through your ears, “Cara mia! Jesus, you’ve grown!” Emily slapped your thigh softly, gesturing for you to stand up.

Dear heaven, lord save your knees from buckling.

You watched as Emily greeted her father as you stood by her side, she kisses him on both cheeks as they made a small conversation that you pay no mind to since you were distracted, distracted by the pair of eyes that caught yours from the moment he walked in.

A soft yet stern eyes that held yours captive at this very moment, a presence that demands every single person for its attention, and intimidating like no other. A man, a finely sculpted man, standing in front of you in an attire that you were sure was more expensive than your whole closet, His soft looking curls marvelously falls fo his side, his plump lips were begging to be kissed— to be listened, to be heard, his tall lean figure towers over you which has you gulping down nervously— so much so that you failed to acknowledged the presence of Emily’s father calling your name.

“Y/N!” You let out a gasp before turning to shake Emily’s father’s hand, trying your best to smile as you glanced over the towering man, “So this is the Y/N i’ve heard so much about huh?” The old man snickered, looking gentle whilst maintaining a facade still. You giggled softly, “I hope there are all good things, nice to meet you Mr.Prentiss.”

“Oh please, Robert is fine. Oh Emily, Y/N this is don Reid.” He stepped back in.. what looks like an utter fear, you gasped as you realized that this is.. the mob boss Emily talked about, the masochistically handsome man you’ve been staring at— you thought a mafia boss would be someone older, but this is certainly not the case.

“Pleased to meet you both, Spencer Reid.” He extended his hand which Emily gladly took before she nudges your side whilst you were still gawking at the man, the soft yet deep timbre of his voice soothes and intimidate you at the same time, not to mention how he carries himself— practically saying he’s a god.

“Oh— um yes hello, pleased to meet you, i’m Y/N.” You bit your lip as you feel your cheeks hurt from the embarrassment, shaking his hand quickly— before you could even imagine pulling away, he gives you an amused chuckle and squeeze your hand tightly before releasing you.

“Well, let’s take a seat shall we?”

You are so fucking fucked.

--

“So, Y/N, Emily told me you’re majoring in art department, how’re you liking it?” Robert spoke as you eat your pasta slowly, trying not to show how you were trembling under the very same gaze that held you captive from the moment it arrives here. You gulped down a delicious bite of pancetta, before answering, “Oh i love it, always been my passion— well painting is, but i do love everything about art and literature.” You chuckled.

“I would love to see your art sometimes.” The voice could strangle you and you’d die happily, it really could— you glanced at the man whose been looking at you like a wolf to its prey, fingers skimming over the feet of the wine glass as a soft yet eloquent smile strikes over his face.

“Oh um, it’s not— it’s not that good, i wouldn’t want to waste your time.” You choked on your wine, feeling the burn on your throat as he let out a humorous-less laugh, shaking his head, before bringing his lean fingers to his lips. “Nothing is wasteful, not if it comes to such art like you.”

What?

“Huh?” You felt small, your cheeks heated at the reference as you tried so hard not to squirm and praised yourself by hearing what you thought you heard. Your eyes darted to his in a shy manner as he kept his composure well, licking the rim of his glass before sipping his wine gently.

“Anyways! dad, shall we talk a bit more private? i’m sure Y/N can keep the don company.” You gasped at Emily’s words, still barely grasping the previous encounter— the bottom of your heel jab at her left foot, as you glared at her, “Of course of course, don?” Robert spoke up, eyes lowering as his body turned to look at the smirking masterpiece that still stares at you with the same intensity.

“Go. We’ll be fine, won’t we angel?” You gulped down as much wine as you could without burning your throat before smiling nervously, eyes glancing back and forth to The Don and Emily.

“Y-Yes um sure.” You offered a gentle smile, even though your heels jabbed Emily’s which yet again resulted in her tiny laugh before she walks away to the back area of the restaurant.

The area was thick with intensity and glamorous lights, adding to the headache that already starts due to you being a lightweight around alcohol. Suddenly you realized, that you’re practically alone— with the don of the biggest mafia ring in America. “Go ahead and ask me the question.” He murmured sternly, causing your ears to perk at the sudden thrill that made your goosebumps rose and thrived under the shimmering lights.

“Pardon?” Your fingers fiddled with the hem of your dress as you tried so hard not to stare at the huge man, feeling as if you’re being cornered by a lion, and you his prey.

“Your cheeks are warm aren’t they? you keep biting your lips every time i muttered a word, you can’t even look at me because you know that the second you do, you wouldn’t be able to stop. Emily is right, you’re a pure little thing, its fucking cute really. If this table weren’t here separating us, you’d be across my lap already— for wearing something so slutty like that.” By the time he finishes taunting you, you stopped breathing, thigh squeezing against each other so tightly that you could feel how damp your panties are getting.

“Go ahead and ask, doll. Surely you can’t be dumb enough to think i would just allow anyone to meet me let alone a little college student like you.” His eyebrow lifted, as you nervous squirmed on your seat and breathed out.

“Why did you asked her to bring me?”

“Nicely. You know better, Y/N.”

“Sir...”

—

And the rest was history, the pair of arms around your waist tighten as the owner’s lips caress and nip at the very sensitive part of your neck, causing you to shudder and mewls. “mmh.. t-too early.” You complained, fully knowing that would only amuse him even more.

He chuckled as you had predicted, nimble fingers grazing up and down your front like feathers, delicately worshipping every inch of your skin. The blaring sound of New York’s traffic was prominent, but somehow that adds a thrilling aspect for you, months ago— you were picking up morning shifts by now, working your ass off just to gain enough cash to pay this month’s rent. But now, here you are, in the arms of the most feared yet young powerful don in the entirety of the mob community, Heck if everyone knows who he is and how much power he holds— they’d all fear him, but not you, not his fiery little butterfly.

“Shh, let me love on you a little.” Your heart warmed, familiar feeling of a thousand butterflies swarming on your belly caused your cheeks to warmed at the gesture. He said things like those often, though he made it perfectly clear that you were, you are only here for business arrangements, you knew he likes to toy over affection like this— one you aren’t supposed to get attached to. But how couldn’t you? when his hand so softly glides down the curve of your godly features, warm breath fanning across your skin from behind, whispering sweet words.

“Look so pretty for me, butterfly.” He whispered, causing you to yet again whimpers, hand clutching the sheets tightly as he moves down down down until he turned you over and settle between your legs, smiling at you. “If heaven is real, you’re definitely it.” He nipped and bit the exposed skin of your thighs, last night and the night before and before still there but like he said,

“If you agree to the terms, i’ll give you every damn thing you fucking want. Your bills, rents, loans, plus each and every single thing you wished to buy.”

“And in retur—“

“In return, you will be mine, mine to have whenever wherever i want, you won’t be my chained slave or nothing, but you’ll be mine.”

So marked you again and again he did, tearing your satin panties he did, panties that cost more than a week worth of luxury meal that he only grunted with “I’ll buy the whole fucking store, now shut up and let daddy eat his breakfast.”

You swore you’re in god’s heaven then and there, even if you aren’t sure that you believe in one, you can’t help but to think that this is some kind of miracle, your life is, here you have a perfect adonis, suckling on your clit as his fingers pump your delectable cunt in and out with such a fast pace that made you feel all floaty and flustered. The same man that commands the room whenever he walks in, the same man who pay all your bills, the same man who bought you a new lavish apartment and hands you gifts every damn day.

“Oh! oh please daddy right there..” You moaned out loud as your fingers latched onto his hair, softly tug on them as he moaned against your drippy cunt and suck your clit even harder,earning a particularly loud and lewd moan from you. “mmh! a-ah! i’m gonna—“ He held his finger up then, eyes finding yours as his mouth continues to work on your now sensitive clit. Spencer wasn’t too strict or nothing about your rules but if there’s two that he’s strict about is for you to cum only if he gives you permission— no matter the place or time, if he wants you to cum, you’ll cum— not that it’s hard, with someone as skilled as him.

When you begged and begged, he slapped your thigh only to grunt darkly, “If you can’t shut up and let daddy enjoys this, i’ll fucking take you on the balcony and fuck you for all Manhattan to see. Do you want that, Butterfly? want everyone to see what a filthy college girl you are getting fucked by someone as dangerous as me?” He slapped your cunt then, over and over again as you pant, and mewls.. Body jolts and pulsed at his ministration.

“You’re going to cum like this—“ He paused to spit directly onto your swollen clit, watching it wet the sensitive nub, “Going to cum with daddy slapping your greedy little cunt. Or you are not getting an orgasm.”

“Yes, daddy— oh!” True to his words, he spank you, over and over again, leaving you quivering and brokenly cried at the burning pleasure, “Cum princess, come on, you surely know how to thank daddy don’t you?” Your hole clenched around nothing as you arch your back and sobbed,

“Can’t— daddy please i-“

“You were so fucking desperate to cum, why not now huh? your sensitive cunt surely looks wrecked enough.” He scoffed before he spank your clit so hard you jumped at the sensation before he licked his fingers and caress your clit in fast fanning motion, not giving you enough time to even breathe as your cunt pulses and throb with overwhelming need of release, building up up up, up until you finally trembled and cum all over the bed— an orgasm so intense that you blacked out for few seconds straight.

“Shh.. shh good girl, that’s it— fuck you look so ethereal like this, butterfly.” He muses as he settle his head on your lap and admire your pulsing body, “T-Thank- y-you.. daddy.” You gathered all the strength you have left as he smiled proudly.

Your head laid on his chest as you both cuddle in silence, trying to enjoy the serenity and calm environment around you as the city below you buzzed all round. It was calming for awhile before his phone rang and you involuntarily sighs, “I know pretty girl, i know.” He muttered, before smiling apologetically- Not that he needs to.. Business arrangements, not like you’re his girlfriend or nothing.

love on you,

love on you,

let me love on you,

You forced your fuzzy subby mind to get the thoughts out, as you watched his figure put on his robe, and leaned down, “I’ll be back later okay, don’t forget to check your phone.” He kissed your forehead for a bit, letting it linger as you held back your tears, wishing he could stay with you, you need your daddy, you really really do need him now. Feeling all small and fuzzy like this. But with the blaring noise of his ringtone, you knew the don has business to take care of and of course you’re not important enough to held such important task to be left.

So you smiled all nicely and kissed all the rings finger on his fingers before bidding a tiny whimper of, “Best of luck, don.” Your head bowed a little in respect as he noticed the true and true sadness flashed across your eyes, but paid it no mind as his other burner phone blared.

“Thank you, Butterfly. Get dressed soon, and i’ll have Morgan bringing you that sandwich from the deli you love so much. I’ll see you soon.”

Oh how nice would it be if this is your life, but life doesn’t always have a happy ending after all.

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[sweetsickcherry]

Do you think you could write more sugar daddy Tony and sugar baby Peter? Pretty please

Darling anon, I hope you like this.

Peter is the ultimate Sugar Baby, but very reluctantly at the start.

cw: daddy kink; sugar baby kink; power imbalance kink; manipulative tony; wealth kink; d/s; naive but fiery peter.

Peter is ecstatic when Tony finally gets home from a long day of meetings. He’s only been gone for 12 hours, but Peter missed him so much he ached. Peter meets him at the doorway to kiss him before Tony’s even kicked his shoes off. Has his arms looped around Tony’s neck, whispering, “Missed you,” against his cheek as Tony laughs and carries him into the kitchen.

It’s moments like this that are the best. The little homely moments. When Tony’s heating leftover pasta up and shovelling it into his mouth straight from the pan because he always forgets to eat during the day, while Peter sits cross-legged at the table frowning at the equations in his copy book. Knowing soon they’ll kiss on the couch and go to bed early to cuddle.

The domestic bliss is shattered later when Tony says, “We’ve been invited to the opera next week. Jansen’s coming over on Friday afternoon for a fitting.”

Peter freezes, mid-way through digging a spoon into a new tub of Ben & Jerry’s.

“Since when have we been invited to the opera?”

“Since about three hours ago.”

“Tony, do I have to? The fitting I mean?”

Tony doesn’t look at him, just continues scrolling through emails on his phone.

“Yeah baby, you do.”

“But…”

Peter kicks his legs out petulantly where he’s sitting on the kitchen counter, the open pint of Ben & Jerry’s momentarily forgotten.

“But what? You want to go in your NASA t-shirt and jeans, is that it?” Tony says a little sharply, as he types out an email one-handed.

Peter frowns, bottom lip sticking out.

Tony could be cruel sometimes, especially when he was tired. Usually Peter would curl around him and say something like, “Why so prickly, Daddy?”, peppering kisses along his jaw until Tony would melt in his arms.

But the thought of seeing all those people, the ones who cut through Peter and his clothes, like he’s just Mr Stark’s new boy toy, makes his blood boil.

“I have plenty of clothes! I don’t need any more. What about that polka dot thing you got me two weeks ago? That looks like a swimsuit from the 1920s.”

“That’s summer wear, baby, you know that. We need something season appropriate.”

“Tony, it’s the first week of September. It’s not even cold yet.”

Tony finally looks up from his phone, snapping the case against it. Peter flinches slightly at his dark look.

“We talked about this, Peter. You wanted us to go public with our relationship. And that means coming with me to these events and looking the part.”

“You wanted to go public, too!”

Tony’s gaze softens. He sits back in his chair, surveying Peter’s pinched brow. How small Peter looks in his tiny shorts and oversized Stark Industries tee.

“Yeah, baby, I did. I do. But there are expectations I need to meet. Pepper might be CEO, but I’m still the face of the company and I need to do these things. And I want you to be at my side.”

“But only if you dress me up like I’m a Barbie,” Peter snaps.

“What is this? Lay into Tony hour? If you can’t be mature enough to have this conversation, then maybe you should take a time out and we’ll come back to it later when you’ve stopped being such a brat.”

Peter seethes. It’s moments like this that he feels like a stupid 15-year-old all over again. Not Tony’s partner. When everything they’ve made together suddenly means nothing, and he’s just a boy being berated by his idol.

“If you want maturity, maybe you shouldn’t date a college student,” he says quietly, grabbing the ice cream and jumping down to head to their room.

He thinks Tony might stop him, that he’s about to feel a hand close over his thin wrist, or a sharp “where the fuck do you think you’re going?” but Tony lets him go. And Peter knows it’s dumb but he feels himself start to cry.

Tony gives him 45 minutes to sulk before coming to find him. Peter stares at his book resolutely as Tony leans in the doorway to their room, watching him.

“You like the ice cream then?” He nods towards the half-eaten tub on the bed next to Peter.

Peter nods stiffly. Tony knows Peter has a sweet tooth and keeps the apartment stocked with ice cream, cookies, frozen waffles and pancake mix all for him.

“What flavour this time?”

“Red velvet with cream cheese swirls.”

“Iron Man colours. I approve.”

Peter can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth. Tony always had a real talent to make everything about him.

“I wonder what Spider-Man’s flavour would be,” Tony murmurs as he comes closer, sliding his tie off his neck. “I’m thinking strawberry cheesecake to complement his suit.” He plants one knee on the bed. “Or maybe it could be a Peter Parker flavour. The fluffiest angel food cake you’ve ever had.”

Before Peter can respond, Tony has jumped onto the bed and pulled Peter into his lap. Peter squeaks, tries to elbow him in the ribs and knock him off, but Tony cages him in with his arms. He huffs a quiet laugh into Peter’s neck when he refuses to look at him, then scratches his stubble along his throat. Peter bites back a moan, but can’t stop the tilt of his head.

“Tell me what’s bothering you, angel,” Tony nuzzles against his throat. “I’m sorry for being mean.”

“It’s nothing, forget about it.”

“I said tell me, baby. Tell your mean old Daddy everything.”

“Just didn’t know I embarrassed you so much,” Peter mutters, picking at a loose thread on the pillowcase.

“Darling, you don’t.”

“If you wanted someone beautiful you should have stayed with Ms Potts. Or dated that actress everyone was obsessed with.”

“Peter, you have it all wrong,” Tony says softly, nosing the edge of Peter’s jaw, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot behind his ear. “The clothes don’t make you beautiful, sweetheart. But they’re expected in the circles I’m in. You know how much I love you just like this.” He presses a hand against the worm cotton covering Peter’s stomach. “My soft, sweet honey boy.”

Peter flushes at the pet names; always does.

Tony’s thumbs his chin around to make Peter look at him, their noses touching.

“Is this pink little pout for me?”

He kisses it then, and Peter sinks against him, sighing softly when Tony’s arms tighten around him, the wet tip of his tongue teasing Peter’s mouth.

They part when Peter lets out a moan.

“It’s not all bad, is it?” Tony whispers, a small smirk on his face. “There are things you like being dressed in.” His eyes trail over to the box at the foot of their bed. The one where they keep Peter’s jewelled collar, plus his harness and toys.

Peter flushes darker, feels the heat in his cheeks bloom red.

“I do like that stuff. When it’s just us. But those people, Tony, they all look at me and it’s so hurtful.”

“Fuck them. You’re radiant.”

“I don’t know…”

Tony cuddles him closer, squeezing his arms around Peter.

“Come on, do this for me. Make Daddy happy. You want that don’t you, sweet thing? Don’t I give you everything you’ve ever wanted? All you need to do is give me this one little thing in return.”

That’s how Peter ends up in the fitting that Friday, being pulled and prodded as Jansen drapes swatches of fabric over him. Talking animatedly about his fashion house’s new Fall collection as Peter tries to keep up, moving his arms and legs dutifully when Jansen tells him.

Tony watches from his place on the couch, legs spread, a glass of scotch resting on his thigh. Lazily trailing his eyes over Peter’s half-naked form.

“I want something sleek, Jansen. Dark. But still romantic. I want him to look like a fucking woodland fawn.”

Jansen ignores Tony’s language, and nods enthusiastically.

“Of course, Mr Stark. It won’t be hard, with your boy’s stature and dreamy good looks.”

Peter blushes. Your boy. Something about the way Jansen talks about Peter like he’s not there, with the way Tony’s watching them, makes him feel light-headed. He meets Tony’s dark look, how he never breaks his eyes from Peter even as he lifts the scotch to his mouth, and he feels hot all over.

“He’s a beauty, isn’t he? He asks Jansen, still not taking his eyes from Peter.

“Oh yes. Your taste in all things is impeccable as always, Mister Stark.”

Peter wants to bite back that he’s not a thing, and Mr Stark doesn’t own him. Instead he blushes even harder, trying to ignore the way his dick is getting hard, how Tony’s words and heavy gaze make his entire body prickle.

“Just be careful, Jansen. Peter’s skin is very sensitive,” Tony smiles, knowing exactly how affected Peter is by all of this.

Peter throws him a mean look and Tony chuckles against the rim of his glass.

Afterwards, Peter sees the note that Jansen left and his eyes almost pop out. It’s an order not just for one outfit, but for coats, pants, shirts, jumpers, scarves and gloves. Entire matching sets and one pieces, just for Peter. He thinks it might be more clothes than Peter has ever owned.

“Tony, you’ve pre-ordered their entire Fall catalogue,” he breathes.

“Hmm?” Tony hums, half listening. “Oh, that? If you’re going to have one piece you might as well have them all.”

“Tony, it’s too much.”

“No,” Tony says slowly, like he’s breaking down a particularly hard equation. “It isn’t.” He pulls Peter against him, the ferocity almost making him stumble.

“When will you learn that I’ll do anything for you,” he says, and the raw honesty in Tony’s voice makes his skin thrum. “Anything for my pretty boy, pretty baby, my little prince.”

Peter melts at that, eyelashes fluttering. Feels himself go again; head floaty, dick stupidly hard. He’s still mostly naked, and he wonders what he looks like pressed up against a fully-dressed Tony. The feeling only intensifies when Tony grabs his chin and kisses him roughly, his beard and mouth rubbing him raw where he stabs his tongue inside him. Peter slumps against him, almost falling, but Tony grabs him tightly. Your boy echoes in his head.

Tony breaks away, making Peter gasp. He tries to follow his mouth but Tony stops him with a quick, firm tsk.

“Now, tell me what you are.”

“Your… sugar baby,” he whispers, face hot, legs trembling.

Tony smiles, shark-like.

“That’s right.”

[randomahsheadcanons]

Kit x Jimmy Headcanons

• Kit x Jimmy? Don’t you mean: the cutest couple in the AHS fandom.

• Thanks @americanhorrorhcs and @ahs-memes for giving birth to this OTP.

• I can’t stand Jimmy x Maggie and Kit x Grace/Kit x Alma so this ship solved SO many problems I had with AHS.

• First of all: Kit FINALLY gets to be happy!

• He deserves to be loved, cared for and protected.

• Jimmy is the most protective guy in AHS.

• He’d literally do anything for the people he loves.

• And he’s always blaming himself for everything that happened to the freaks, saying that he couldn’t protect them.

• He deserves someone who’d tell him it’s not his fault.

• In conclusion: Kit and Jimmy both deserved better and I’m here to give them the love and protection they needed.

• Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

• Alright, let’s go!

• Kit and Jimmy are the most domestic couple in the world.

• They’re basically an old married couple but they have the sex drive of horny teenagers.

• And they have the sweetest pet names for each other.

• Kit calls Jimmy “darling”, “baby”, “babe”, “handsome”, “beautiful” and “hot stuff”.

• Jimmy has SO many pet names for Kit.

• They’re all pretty cute.

• Kit loves them because they sound so good in Jimmy’s accent.

• He calls him “sugar”, “kitten”, “sunshine”, “gorgeous”, “cutie”, “angel”, “precious”.

• Some candy related pet names like “cupcake”, “muffin”, “apple pie” and “cookie”.

• Kit says he hates those because they’re too cheesy but he secretly adores all of them.

• Jimmy doesn’t really like being called “darling” because it confuses him.

• He never knows if Kit’s upset with him or if he’s flirting with him.

• “Hey, darling-”

• “Please don’t call me that, kitten. I can’t tell if you’re calling me by a pet name or just my last name”

• Jimmy likes to compare Kit to sweet things.

• Sometimes he’ll call him “Kit Kat”.

• “Mmm, I just wanna eat some Kit Kat tonight”

• “Oh my god, shut uuuup!”

• Kit loves Jimmy’s accent so much.

• He melts whenever he calls him “sugar” and “darlin’”.

• Kit likes to hold Jimmy’s hands all the time.

• He’ll stop talking in the middle of a conversation just to hold and kiss his hands.

• Kit and Jimmy usually wake up at the same time.

• Then they take a shower together in the morning, before going to work.

• Jimmy washes Kit’s flawless hair.

• Jimmy sings to him whenever he’s stressed out because Kit loves his voice and it calms him down.

• Kit loves to bake for Jimmy, especially cookies and cupcakes.

• He used to help his mom baking and it was a great moment since their relationship wasn’t always so nice.

• And he knows that Jimmy’s mom liked to bake for him so whenever he notices that Jimmy’s upset about his Ma, he bakes for him.

• Jimmy absolutely adores everything Kit makes for him.

• Especially cookies.

• Kit does the cooking around the house and although Jimmy does his best to help him out, he can’t do much.

• His hands just weren’t made for that.

• One time he tried to boil an egg and he almost burned the house down.

• Well, at least he tried.

• But sometimes he likes to distract Kit when he’s busy.

• He hugs Kit from behind when he’s cooking and buries his face on his neck.

• “Mmm, smells good”

• “Thanks, I’m making pancakes”

• “I wasn’t talking about the food, baby”

• Jimmy is obsessed with holding Kit’s hips.

• And, of course, slapping his ass.

• He won’t stop kissing his neck and jaw while Kit’s trying to focus on something else.

• “Jimmy, I’m busy!”

• He eventually gives up on whatever he’s doing and kisses Jimmy for a while just to make him stop bothering him.

• When Jimmy’s not home, Kit wears his leather jacket.

• It smells like him, so it makes Kit feel more safe.

• He doesn’t like being alone.

• He’s always paranoid about being alone in his house, after everything that happened.

• He thinks something bad is going to happen to him if he’s left alone for too long.

• Jimmy tries to take care of Kit but he can’t convince him to take his meds.

• The pills reminds him of Briarcliff and he refuses to take them.

• Jimmy just wants to help him because he can’t stand to see the man he loves having panic attacks all the time and not being able to sleep.

• Kit also doesn’t like going to the doctor.

• Jimmy says he won’t force him to go but he will drag him there if it’s absolutely necessary.

• Kit’s kids both love Jimmy.

• They think he’s funny and they noticed that he makes Kit happy so they have no problem with him.

• Thomas thinks Jimmy’s hands are super cool and he always asks him to take him to see the freak show.

• Julia talks to Jimmy about everything because she thinks he gives the best advice.

• Kit is always complaining about how his kids like Jimmy more than they like him.

• Julia makes sure to call him when Kit has a panic attack because she knows Jimmy will make him feel better.

• Thomas asked Jimmy to teach him how to juggle.

• And sometimes Thomas talks to Jimmy about serious stuff.

• “Daddy told me that your mom died, is that true?”

• “It’s true. Unfortunately, my Ma passed away”

• “My mommy died too. Did you know that?”

• “I know, sweetie. I’m sorry about that”

• “It makes me sad to think about her. Do you get sad when you think about your mom?”

• “Well, yeah… I do get sad when I think about Ma. But then I remember she wouldn’t want me to be sad, so I try to think about the good times we had together”

• “Does it work? It makes you feel better?”

• “It doesn’t make the pain go away but it helps. I’m sure your mom wouldn’t want ya to be upset, okay?”

• “Okay… thanks, Jimmy. You’re the best!”

• All the freaks love Kit.

• Seriously, they love him so much.

• They think he’s the cutest thing in the world and they’re constantly telling Jimmy how lucky he is.

• Eve thinks Kit is just too small.

• She likes to pick him up and carry him around because she knows he hates that.

• Paul and Suzy always treated Jimmy’s love life like it’s their favorite TV show or something.

• “He’s gonna ask him to marry him”

• “No fucking way! It’s too soon”

• “You and I both know that never stopped him before”

• Kit loves Ma Petite so much.

• The first time he saw her, he cried.

• He likes to pick her up because she’s so little and adorable.

• He actually cried when he saw Pepper for the first time after Briarcliff.

• They hugged for almost an hour.

• Elsa is like a mother to Jimmy so she was very suspicious of Kit at first but then she realized he’s harmless.

• Desiree was also suspicious.

• But now she’s the vice president of the Kit Walker Protection Squad.

• If Jimmy and Kit have a fight, Desiree makes Jimmy apologize for it even if he’s right.

• Dell is an asshole to Kit but it’s not like anyone expected anything else from him.

• He’s the only person who doesn’t like Kit.

• Even Maggie likes Kit.

• She’s actually really happy for Jimmy.

• Dot also likes Kit.

• She hated him when Jimmy used to talk about how happy he was with him.

• But she realized it wasn’t fair to hate someone who’s so nice to her.

• Bette lowkey had a crush on Kit but she also liked his relationship with Jimmy.

• Lana and Mary wanted to meet Jimmy as soon as he started dating Kit but he refused to introduce him to them.

• He knows Lana can be scary when she’s protective.

• She’s like Kit’s older sister.

• Mary was actually kind of into Jimmy.

• “Kit, your boyfriend is so charming!”

• Lana and Mary wanted to check his “intentions” with their bisexual son.

• It was a classic “good cop and bad cop” interrogation.

• Mary was sweet and she asked Jimmy about his job, his family, his previous lovers, his education.

• Lana just stared at him while she smoked and aggressively took notes.

• She didn’t even had to say anything to scare him.

• But when she did talked, she asked the most inconvenient questions.

• “What’s your favorite color?”

• “Red… why does that matter, Mary?”

• “Just asking some silly questions”

• “Do you enjoy eating Kit’s ass?”

• “WHAT?”

• “Lana, we’ve talked about this”

• Lana had to give him “the talk”.

• She just wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to hurt Kit in any way.

• He’s been through enough.

• And that’s why Jimmy is so protective of Kit.

• He won’t let go of him for one minute.

• He doesn’t like holding his hand in public because he thinks Kit will be harassed for being with a freak.

• Kit doesn’t care.

• He hates when Jimmy tries to hide his hands or when he wears his gloves.

• “You have nothing to be ashamed of, you should be proud of your hands!”

• Jimmy would fight anyone to protect Kit.

• He gets mad pretty easily so Kit has to keep him from getting in fights with random strangers that insult him or call Jimmy a freak.

• He’s even more aggressive when he’s drunk.

• He has three moods: he’ll try to fight everyone, cry about his Ma or try to convince Kit to have sex with him.

• Sometimes he doesn’t even recognize Kit when he’s drunk.

• He calls him “Ma” or “Maggie”, sometimes he even thinks he’s Dell and yells at him for abandoning him.

• Kit has to take care of Jimmy because he makes stupid decisions when he’s drunk.

• Jimmy promised to stop drinking if Kit quitted smoking.

• It was hard at first because Kit is a stress smoker and he’s always stressed.

• Eventually, he managed to quit.

• Jimmy was so proud of him.

• Kit loves to be praised.

• He has the biggest praise kink.

• He just really likes being told that he’s doing good.

• Jimmy is always there to tell him he’s great.

• Kit likes to wear Jimmy’s shirts to sleep.

• He feels so safe when he’s on Jimmy’s arms.

• Jimmy really knows how to make him relax… if you know what I mean.

• Kit feels so safe and loved when he’s around Jimmy, that he can actually manage to have a peaceful night of sleep.

• In the end, Kit and Jimmy are in love and they’re always there for each other no matter what.

[bluerose5]

A Little Taste of Heaven

(A/N: Well, classes are about to start back for me, so my writing is about to slow way down. I’ve been stressing myself out so much today, so I wrote this as self-care. Basically, some crack/silliness involving a world where angels are a public thing at the same time that androids become a thing. Androids have rights and souls because I say so, and the Jericho crew rules Heaven b/c God officially left the game. WARNINGS for what is probably considered blasphemy, lots of swearing, implied/referenced sexual activities, and my take on humor. Let’s see how this goes. P.S. This is not a wingfic, and most angels have adopted human forms, just FYI.)

"I can't believe I let you three talk me into this."

By now, Simon and Josh have stopped responding to him altogether, unable to muster up even a single eye roll for old time's sake.

Markus huffs at them, pouting into his cup of coffee while they continue to speak to each other in hushed tones, ignoring his presence entirely.

Not even three seconds later, and Markus is back to worrying, unable to keep his nerves at bay.

"Do you think that he'll like my outfit?" Markus mutters, pinching at his clothes with a critical eye. "I mean, North helped me pick this out, but what if he doesn't like it?"

Simon groans, burying his face into his hands, but Josh simply stares at Markus, unimpressed.

"North is his guardian," Josh reasons, saying the words slowly, in a last, futile attempt to make the meaning stick. "I'm certain that she knows Connor well enough to know what he likes."

"Well, yeah, but I mean..." Markus's leg starts to bounce, and his hands clench around the coffee mug, cracking the ceramic. "What if he's, I don't know, disappointed?"

"Are you serious?" Simon snaps, throwing his hands up in frustration. "You two have been eye-fucking each other since you first met!"

"What Simon means to say," Josh interrupts, "is that Connor is clearly into you."

"More like he wants wants to be into you," Simon snorts. He thinks about it for a moment, and then corrects himself. "Or you into him." He contemplates it for a second time, and then shrugs. "Eh, either or."

Josh jabs him sharply in the side, and Simon gapes at him, more offended than hurt.

"Hey, what did I do?" Simon asks. "I only speak the truth."

"As eloquent as ever, Si," Josh says, his eyes carrying a weariness that could only come from centuries of dealing with them.

"Creator help me," Markus grumbles, wondering what the hell he was getting himself into. "Maybe I should just go."

"And maybe you shouldn't," Josh counters.

"This isn't going to work," Markus whispers, more to himself that the others, but Simon and Josh answer regardless.

"It will, as long as you think it will, Cupid," Simon teases. Leaning into Josh's side, he clasps his hands together jokingly, fluttering his eyelashes while he sighs dramatically. "Isn't it so romantic, Josh? Our little seraph is growing up."

Josh snickers, hiding his laugh behind a cough when Markus glowers.  

"Haha, very funny," he mumbles. He sets his coffee cup down before he breaks it entirely, straightening up his silverware with a huff. When he can't find anything else to occupy his time with, his entire demeanor deflates, losing what confidence that remained. "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"You're just used to having control, Mr. High and Mighty." Simon takes a sip of his own drink, wrinkling his nose at the diner's bitter brew. While he stirs in a boatload of cream and sugar, he rambles on. "Give you a legion of angels to command, and you barely bat an eye. But leave you alone with an android, and you suddenly turn into a nervous wreck."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Josh adds, "but it is unusual to see."

Before Markus can so much as open his mouth to reply, the air around him starts to shift and waver, and North pops in at his side, manifesting with a smug smile.

Thankfully, none of the humans seem to notice their newest addition, nor do they seem to care.

Not as if that would have deterred North in the slightest.

"Amazing entrance, as always," Markus greets.

Simon stares at her challengingly, shaking his hand in a "so-so" motion. "Six out of ten. Needs more flickering lights and screaming humans." 

North scoffs at him, shoving Markus over in the booth. "As if our Lord and Savior would let me have my fun."

"Excuses," Josh says, causing Markus to tsk at them in disapproval.

"Some days, I really regret my job," Markus mutters, staring unseeingly at the table.

North slaps him soundly on the shoulder, giving him a solid thumbs up. "Shouldn't have volunteered for the whole 'throne of God' thing, buddy."

"Well, to be fair," Simon says, "if daddy dearest didn't leave us to clean up his mess, then everything would be fine." Everybody turns to stare at Simon, all in different states of disbelief. Simon scowls, then eventually surrenders his opinion. "Okay, maybe things wouldn't be fine."

"Just 'maybe'?" Josh asks.

"Okay," Simon agrees. "Things would be terrible. Angels would still be in our own realm, fawning over our self-righteous bullshit, and humans would probably be starting another world war."

"Is it still too late to make the androids their overlords?" North asks.

"Yes!" Markus snaps. "Why on Earth would we do that?"

"So we don't have to deal with them," North says, as if Markus is the one being irrational.

Josh shakes his head at their antics, but refuses to involve himself when Markus looks to him for help.

"No, no, no..." he chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "I'm not getting into this."

"Do I need to remind you three that we all share that power together?" Markus asks.

"Great!" North says, clapping her hands together in excitement. "Then I can order the beginning of the android revolution. Good to know."

"Not how that works," Josh says.

Simon stares at North again, playfully narrowing his eyes. "You know, we've only known each other since, well, since the beginning of time or whatever, but I can't figure one thing out."

"And what's that?" North asks, meeting his glare with one of her own.

"Oh boy," Markus grumbles, at the exact same time that Josh says, "Here we go."

Simon grins at her, ignoring the others. "I can't ever seem to figure out what horrible sin Connor had to commit to be stuck with you."

"Oh no," Markus whispers, and they all watch while North holds up three fingers.

"Great," Josh sighs. "You got her started."

Simon crosses his arms over his chest.

"Three," North says.

"Please don't make a scene," Markus groans.

But Simon doesn't move a muscle, never once breaking eye contact.

"Two," North continues, dropping a finger.

"I swear to Markus, if I have to chase after you two..." Josh threatens, but neither one listens, locked in a standstill.

"One," North chimes, leaving her middle finger up for Simon to see.

Before she can reach zero, however, Simon disappears in a burst of pure energy, causing the lights in the diner to flicker uncontrollably. All around them, it's like a miniature shockwave going off, and everyone braces themselves against the impact.

Everyone except the angels, that is.

Some random man cries out in terror, effectively breaking the tension. "Jesus fucking Christ!"

"Actually his name is Markus," North responds, ignoring Markus's furious glare as she jabs a thumb in his direction.

Taking a good look at him, another person answers this time, their voice filled with awe. "Can I join your religion?"

"Of course humans can, on the condition that they accept the androids as their overl—" Markus slaps a hand over North's mouth, but she keeps on going, unfazed. "Mmrhm..."

"What she means to say," Josh interjects, "is that we are currently not accepting applications at this time, so have a nice day."

Murmured confusion rises up at that, and when Markus stares at Josh in exasperation, Josh merely shrugs, returning his gaze. "What?"

"What the hell kind of religion uses applications?" Markus hisses.

"I don't know," Josh huffs, "but I don't see you coming up with anything, Your Majesty."

And as usual, North decides that she gave Simon enough of a headstart. She peels away Markus's hand, then cracks her knuckles for show.

She works the kinks out of her neck, sighing in annoyance. "Well, gentlemen, this has been fun and all, but I have to go kick Simon's ass now." She starts to snap her fingers, but stops midway, pointing threateningly at Markus. "By the way, sweetheart, I love and respect you so much. But if you hurt my boy, your ass is next on the list." 

With those as her parting words, she finishes her snap, disappearing with a loud, thunderous roar.

All of the employees and patrons continue to stare at their table, gaping in shock.

Markus admits, he's having trouble keeping the laughter at bay.

"So much for remaining inconspicuous," he mutters, both of them rising hurriedly from their seats.

One waitress crosses herself, murmuring something about demons, and Josh can't hold it in any longer, barking out a contagious laugh.

Markus throws a wad of cash on the table, waving awkwardly at everyone with a weary smile.

"Sorry," he apologizes, gesturing vaguely towards the empty seats. "They have a, um, condition?"

"A for effort," Josh chuckles, shoving him out of the restaurant doors. "Really, nice try."

Markus turns to address him, but that is apparently enough of a distraction to send him crashing into the person in front of him.

Once Markus recognizes who it is he bumped into, he figures that the crash wasn't as accidental as he originally believed. He turns once again —this time, to confront Josh— but the traitor has already left, disappearing in a plume of smoke.

Great. Now Markus is here. He's here, he's alone, and he's alone with—

"Connor," Markus breathes, uncertain of what to say. "It's good to see you...?"

Connor smiles crookedly, and Markus feels his spirit start to flutter. "Are you asking or telling me?"

"Telling," Markus answers, much too quickly.

Well, it's not as if he needed his dignity today.

"Yeah," Markus says, nodding eagerly. "Definitely telling."

Startled by his sudden boldness, Connor blinks at him, his eyes darting back and forth questioningly.

"Is everything alright?" he wonders. "I thought North was supposed to be meeting us."

"Well..." Markus glances over his shoulder, noticing the mob of people pouring out of the restaurant, some wielding their phones, armed and ready. Markus grabs onto Connor's hand, leading him in the other direction. "There was an incident, so change of plans."

Connor follows Markus' gaze, smirking while he regains his footing, falling into step at the angel's side. "One that conveniently involves us being alone?"

"Oh, well, would you look at that!" Markus exclaims. "What a coincidence."

"A pleasant one, I'll admit," Connor allows, eyeing him slyly. "Not everyone can claim that they get to hold hands with an angel."

"A literal one, in my case," Markus says. "Not that I'm trying to brag or anything."

"Of course not," Connor agrees. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes tells an entirely different story, though. "That would imply that you have a reason to impress me."

Markus raises an eyebrow. "Just the one?"

"Or a few..." Connor pauses, chuckling to himself.

"What?" Markus asks. He weaves them expertly around the other pedestrians, refusing to take his eyes off of the android.

"Nothing," Connor says. "I was just thinking about something that Hank and North were telling me." At Markus's curious look, he caves, rolling his eyes while he burrows into Markus's side. "They keep saying that I'm wasting perfect opportunities to use angel pickup lines."

"Well," Markus teases, "using them would imply that you have a reason to impress me."

As they stroll into a nearby park, Connor takes a second to bask in the golden, afternoon sunlight.

Markus loudly clears his throat, feeling his mouth run dry at the expression of pure peace that spreads across Connor's face, his warm spirit fluttering with happiness.

"I could try one out, if you like," Connor offers. He then takes the lead, dragging Markus over to a bench, where they both take a seat in an inhumanly fluid motion.

Leaning his arm on the back of the bench, Markus angles himself towards Connor, his skin taking on a subtle glow from the continuous sun exposure.

Markus tries his best to ignore the resulting stares, resting his cheek in his hand.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it," he says. However, when Connor's LED turns yellow for a split second, Markus calls him out on it. "Hey, no cheating."

"Too late," Connor chimes, leaning in with focused intent. His eyes trail teasingly from Markus's eyes to his mouth, cycling back up again. Markus stares into those dark brown eyes with a hooded gaze, biting longingly on his bottom lip. "So..." Connor purposefully lowers his voice, his tone thick and husky. "Are you an angel?" He drags his eyes up and down Markus's form. "Because your body is heavenly."

Markus chokes down a laugh, covering his mouth while he nods appreciatively. "Well, consider me seduced. I mean, how can I possibly keep my hands to myself now?"

"That's operating under the assumption that I want you to."

"Oh?" Markus asks.

Connor shrugs nonchalantly. "You could say that I'm curious."

"Hmm..." Markus contemplates the situation, then eventually decides to hell with it. "I might be able to satisfy that curiosity."

"'Might' be?" Connor questions, cocking his head to the side. "Why the uncertainty?"

"Not really uncertainty. Because, believe me, it's entirely possible. The problem is that, sex on Earth... probably not a good idea." Markus holds his hand out for inspection, showing Connor the ever growing tendrils of light that caress Markus's skin, bright and wispy. "The best way to explain it is, in our realm, our 'energy' is in an almost endless loop. It tends not to stay stagnant for long, so if one of us were to... expend it in any way, it wouldn't affect our surroundings. It would simply be absorbed and recycled."

"But on Earth...?"

Markus chuckles nervously, scratching at the edge of his brow. "At worst, I level the entire city of Detroit. At best, I cause a citywide blackout."

"Wonderful," Connor deadpans.

"And I could only imagine that that amount of power wouldn't be great on your systems."

"I would prefer not to find out, now that I think about it."

"And I would prefer not to test that theory," Markus agrees. Nudging experimentally at Connor's spirit, Markus watches as the light curls eagerly around his own, accepting his advances. "But that doesn't mean it's impossible."

"Care to explain?"

Markus smirks, his mismatched eyes darkening with desire. "Perhaps it would be more interesting to show you instead."

With that being said, Markus stands, helping Connor to his feet. 

"Come on," he breathes, and Connor is helpless but to follow.

The next day at work, Connor sits in the DPD's break room, trapped firmly in a daze by the time North and Hank walk in, huddled together while they talk.

They both stop short when they notice Connor, who continues to stare blankly at the wall across from him, mumbling mindlessly to himself with a coffee cup clenched tightly in his hands.

Hank and North exchange a wary glance, approaching him in confusion.

"Hey, asshole, you okay?" Hank snaps his fingers in front of his face, and Connor startles, blinking rapidly at the two before him.

"I-I, uh..." Connor stutters.

Narrowing her eyes at him, North scrutinizes him from head to toe, leaning in to get a closer look. While she is busy doing so, Hank walks away and searches for a bottle of water, unfazed.

"Something is different," North says, tapping a finger on her chin.

"No shit," Hank snorts, pointing his bottle in Connor's direction. "He's mumbling even more nonsense than usual."

"Not that," North replies. "It's something about his soul." 

Connor ignores them, clutching desperately at the sides of his head. "I had a literal out-of-body experience yesterday."

"What the fuck are you on about?" Hank huffs, but North remains quiet, her eyes cold and calculating.

"I saw the dick of God," Connor murmurs, barely intelligle.

Or so he thought.

Realization appears to strike North without warning, her eyes widening comically, and Hank barely refrains from spitting out his water, slamming a fist against his chest as he coughs, forcing it down.

As soon as he regains his breath, Hank hastily corrects him. "'The phrase is the 'face of God,' Connor." He looks at the android desperately. "Please, tell me that you meant the face of God."

North tucks into the seat across from him, trembling with curiosity.

"I meant what I said," Connor says. No more, no less.

As if North could possibly be satisfied with so little. "No way. Connor, you slut, and on the first date?" She presses a hand over her chest. "I'm so proud." That's when she narrows her eyes again. "But that would mean..."

Already traumatized by the conversation, Hank stares into his water, more than likely wishing it was something else. "Do I want to know what that means, besides the obvious?"

"No!" North gasps, slamming her hands on the table. "You two fucked in Heaven?!"

Of course Nine would choose that exact moment to walk in. Everyone in the room stares at him, and he stares back, the silence stretching on to awkward lengths. Eventually, he gives a slow, approving nod, easing his way back into the hall, step by step.

And as soon as he is out of sight, the sound of his hurried pace can be heard, echoing throughout the hallway.

His voice carries back to them, loud and victorious. "Gavin, you asshole, I won the bet!"

"Taste in humans aside, I'm so proud of his progress," Hank sighs, then glares at Connor. "You, on the other hand..."

"Shhh..." North snaps, waving Hank off. "I need details because he didn't even tell me he was there."

Connor shifts uneasily. "I was preoccupied."

"The entire night?" she asks.

"The entire night," he whispers. "Angel and android stamina works wonders together."

"Some would say miracles," North giggles.

"Someone kill me now," Hank mutters, but they both ignore him.

"So you saw his home?" she insists.

"Thoroughly," Connor confirms.

"And the throne?" she demands.

"He loved the throne," Connor sighs, putting his chin in his hand with a dreamy smile.

"You know," Hank interrupts, "when angels came out to the public, I thought that you lot would be all wise and ancient with a permanent stick up your ass." He scoffs at himself and at how horribly wrong he actually was. "I was more worried that you would try and rule the world your way, not fuck my son."

"Aww, you called me your son," Connor whispers.

"And technically the only one fucking him is our Lord and Savior," North says. She and Connor exchange a high five, and Hank takes that as his cue to leave.

"I'm going to pretend that I didn't hear that," Hank mutters, "or the thing about you defiling the throne of God, or any of this, for that matter."

"It was quite the heavenly experience," Connor taunts.

On his way out, Hank flips them off behind his back, and both North and Connor dissolve into a fit of laughter.

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Daddy!Steve NSFW ABCs 🌶

AHHHHH it is here! Well…it is here but it is in pieces, haha. I’ve decided to do little installments because I was getting carried away. This post is I, J, K, and L! It includes Twink!Bucky as well because it was inevitable. Please please enjoy and please please litter my inbox and notifications with love if you think I am worthy of it. ILY. 

Parts A, B, C, and D

Parts E, F, G, and H

Intimacy

There are many words that Bucky would use to describe Steve Rogers: daring, confident, intelligent, devoted, caring. Out of all of those words Bucky would shove them aside and choose intense. Steve Rogers is one of, if not the, most intense men he has ever met. No one is as driven as Steve Rogers. When he puts his mind to something there is nothing that can get in his way that is a true obstacle. Steve would sacrifice himself and his health, mentally and physically, to accomplish a task. He can walk into a room and immediately demand attention from all occupants. People want to know him but are intimidated to approach him.

Steve Rogers is intense.

Steve Rogers is arguably even more intense in the bedroom.

When Bucky gets fucked by Steve, he feels like his soul is being turned inside out, punched out in the hysterical noises he makes, like he’s a different person on the other side of his time in bed with Daddy. He cried the first time he and Steve had sex, hadn’t even realized he had started crying until he heaved in a sob of a gasp and Steve was kissing at his cheeks, continuing to fuck him through it. A quick fuck, a marathon of sex, in the bedroom, in a car—no matter what it is or where it always feels like they’re making love.

Steve is attentive, the most attentive lover Bucky has had or will ever have, knows Bucky like he’s been studying him his entire life. Steve loves making Bucky come, focuses on it intently, not stopping until the younger has come at least twice. He’s never had a partner that wasn’t focused on coming themselves, chasing that pleasure, but with Steve his only sole focus is Bucky and how he feels. The attention made Bucky uncomfortable at first, not something he was used to, coming to realize that Steve is right in pointing out Bucky had a growing praise kink.

Bucky knew Steve loved him before the older man even said the words, could feel it in his actions, in the way he wrung orgasm out of orgasm from Bucky. The way Steve looked into his eyes, forehead pressed into Bucky’s, trying to maintain eye contact while fighting to prevent his eyes from rolling back into his head. The way he held onto Bucky, gripped his thighs, his chin, his arm across his chest, cradled his head, whispered his encouragement into his ears, his skin. The way he cherished Bucky and eventually verbalized his love for Bucky made him feel like he was the most-loved person on the planet.

Even during their drunken romps or goofy foreplay or giggles, Steve is still intense but moreso in how hard he loves Bucky and how focused he is on making the younger feel as much pleasure as possible. Bucky is one lucky bastard.

Jack Off Steve is a simple man. He likes his coffee black, he likes his pies apple, and he likes to greet the day with an orgasm. He tends to rise early, around five in the morning, enjoys that because he has a slow and steady start to the day. Steve has always had a sex and he especially has one now that he has this sweet little thing to fall asleep next to at night and to wake up wrapped around in the mornings. That fact alone, high sex drive or not, would make anyone a morning person, would make any man as hard as a rock within seconds of waking up.

Within seconds of waking up Steve is pulling the younger man towards him, snuggling in and wrapping him up tight in his arms. Bucky rarely wakes fully, very much a night owl, sinks into sleep like a stone in water. Within about a minute of that, Steve has a raging erection, one he likes digging into the meat of Bucky’s plush ass, slow and leisurely. It’s at this point that Bucky rises, comes to join Steve in greeting the day, sometimes in full and sometimes still half asleep.

Steve likes to start the day with an orgasm but Steve likes to start the day with an orgasm brought to him by Bucky. The younger man knows this, knows Steve’s desires and routine well within a few months of seeing each other, is aware of what Steve wants when he wakes, when he feels that hot and heavy erection pressing into somewhere on his body. There are a variety of emotions that Bucky can feel, sometimes grumpy and sometimes wanting to get off himself, but the overarching feeling for him is the desire. Daddy wants him, wants him the moment he wakes up, and how can that not make him all flushed and happy?

Steve’s favorite is when Bucky is a little sleepy, not quite awake, but shit is he sweet. His cheeks are all flushed and he’s snuggly and wants kisses and coos, wants to do anything to make Daddy happy. He’ll yield to Steve beautifully, something so angelic about Bucky when Steve gets to see him wakeup and greet the day, whisper, “Daddy want my hand?” and Steve will rumble, kiss that spot behind his ear that makes Bucky shiver. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, sugar. Don’t have to do a thing,” is what Steve will respond with, pressing his erection into the cushion of Bucky’s ass, the curve of his hip, his belly.

Steve loves Bucky’s hands on him. He loves the way Bucky’s fingers resemble the rest of him, lithe and delicate, loves the way they look fit snug around Steve’s cock. At the beginning of their relationship Steve spent time teaching Bucky, showing him the way that he liked to be touched, what Steve craved to feel from the younger man. Now Bucky could work him over efficiently, Steve maybe being too good of a teacher or Bucky having been too good of a pupil.

Either way, it was a stupendous way to start the day. Sometimes it was sloppy and Steve would have to do most of the work, rutting into a somewhat loose fist, Bucky making soft pretty noises, halfway asleep. Other times Bucky was more alert, could work both hands and run his mouth at the same time, sweet sleepy words, Steve being the one that is less awake. “Mornin’, Daddy. This fat cock woke me up, couldn’t ignore it anymore, wanna make it come. Would you like that? Yeah? Come ‘ere, roll over. Wan’it on me, all of it, come on, Daddy—”

Heartrates are still low, soft gasps, sunlight filtering in through the dark curtains. Rolls in the sheets, lips pressed into skin yet not quite kisses, hums, encouragement. Sleepy smiles, low groans, slow builds. By the time Steve is spilling into Bucky’s hand it’s with a gentle moan of a sigh, a stutter of his hips, a press of his face into Bucky’s neck, shoulder, cheek. It’s intimate and domestic and Steve is one lucky bastard.

Kink 

Steve is kink. Lives and breathes it, continues to teach Bucky everything he knows, turned his world upside-fucking-down when they first met. There has been nothing that Bucky has brought up or asked questions about that Steve hasn’t confidently answered or taught him. Over time Bucky has learned which kinks are Steve’s favorites, which are reoccurring, the ones that make the older man hardest the fastest, aside from daddy kink. That one was a given, has been from Day One, being brought up during their first interaction.

Over time, Steve had explained to Bucky what it meant to him, more than just a name that frequented porn or Twitter. He explained that he loved the feeling of taking care of someone, of someone relying on him for a plethora of different things, of feeling needed on an almost necessary level. He loved the aspect of control he could have over someone, how hot that got him, how much he craved that. It made sense to Bucky, this dynamic and how it fit into their relationship, how it seemed to be built into Steve and who he was as a person.

Of all the other kinks there are three that Steve is more drawn to.

The first one is come play. There is nothing that makes Steve feel more like an animal, hotter in his gut, less in control, than Bucky and his come: Bucky wearing his come, Bucky swallowing his come, Bucky pushing his come out of his cunt. Marking Bucky with his come in whichever way he chooses is the ultimate sign of submission and it makes Steve’s gut clench, his head go fuzzy, his mouth drop open.

He can’t help but growl and groan when he watches Bucky look up at him as he swallows around Steve’s cock, fingers pumping tight over him, wringing him dry and taking every drop. He can’t help but hold Bucky close, lock eyes with steel blue ones, pump his hips a little frantically, when he comes inside of Bucky. The first time Bucky let him, had asked Steve to fuck him without a condom, the older man immediately grew hard, zoned out, grabbed for Bucky.

“You know what that does to me, sugar? Oh god, that you’re sweet enough to let Daddy mark you on the inside? Mmm, makes me hard as fuck, baby of course I’ll fuck you bareback…”  

There’s an added level of pride and satisfaction when he is reminded of the fact that he made Bucky into his own little comeslut, was the one who made this sweet kid desperate for come, made him love taking it any way he could get it. He loves how much Bucky has grown to love his come.

The second kink that is up there for Steve is humiliation, but he simply cannot help it when Bucky makes him want to be a bad man. The first time Steve saw Bucky blush just from a simple sweet name and a direct flirt, he knew he’d be in for a treat. A wink eventually escalated to a hand on the back of his neck which then escalated to a filthy kiss. The first time that Steve called Bucky a sweet boy and asked him if he was hard for Daddy, he swore Bucky was going to combust, his whines and sobs damn near hysterical.

There’s something about showing Bucky new things, new feelings, a different side to himself, that Steve takes great pride in but that normally comes with pushing Bucky, making him a little uncomfortable. Steve loves to see his sweet boy uncomfortable though, loves to hear those whines and whimpers, loves to watch him squirm, the way his neck flushes red. He loves whispering filth into Bucky’s ear and hearing him get flustered, hearing those little shocked and aroused noises, the “Ohh, Daddy,” he lets out in response.

Steve loves referring to Bucky’s cock as “small” and “little” even though it isn’t, adores making Bucky tell him how he feels and what he wants, gets wrapped up in his head when he starts to see the signs of Bucky floating. Steve’s favorite is when he refers to Bucky as “Princess”, asks him if his little pussy is all wet for Daddy, if he’s all ready for Daddy’s tongue, his mouth, his fingers, his cock. Bucky held back tears the first time he pushed that envelope, shot off like a rocket to Steve’s fingers alone and then twice more on his cock. Humiliation has been good to them both.

The last kink that Steve can’t help but include, one that surprised himself, is Bucky being bossy. The first time Bucky got angry angry, not just the huff and pout kind of angry, it had been some of the best sex of his life. Steve had to fight for Bucky, fight for his submission, bent him hard over the kitchen counter and fucked the sour mood right out of him. He loved a little angry fuck every once in a while but the more common occurrence of bossy Buck that Steve adores is when the younger knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it, and there’s no messing around.

Steve knows it’s coming before it happens because Bucky isn’t sweet. There aren’t giggles or batting eyelashes or sweet kisses. There are more pointed looks, more hands, more force and Steve thinks it is hot as fuck to see his sweet little Buck take what he wants from Daddy. Bucky can want a variety of different things from Steve all ranging from wanting to suck him off as soon as he walks in the door (barely a hello, a push against the door, hands at his belt, a graceful drop to his knees) all the way to shoving him back on the couch for a hard and quick fuck (already prepped, half naked, bouncing in his lap, telling Steve to touch him so he can come).

Steve loves that Bucky feels comfortable and confident enough to push Steve around a little, to get what he wants and not just what Daddy wants. Sometimes they need that change of pace, need that alternate power swap, it being healthy for the two of them.

Steve’s favorite is when Bucky is feeling very confident, when he wants to be the one to tease and be in control, wants to ride in Daddy’s lap and tell him what to do. Steve is weak for that.

“No, Daddy—watch, don’t touch. Are you watching? Look how hungry that little cunt is for your cock, fuck so good, you gimme just what I need, Daddy, so big. Gonna go slow so you can see my cunt eat you up, oh god, is it tight, Daddy? S’feel good? No, I’ll tell you when I’m done, not yet.”

Needless to say, Bucky using Steve, taking what he wants and being in charge, are some of the most memorable orgasms of Steve’s life.

Location

If there’s one room Steve finds himself getting the most handsy in it is surprisingly the kitchen. He loves cooking himself but loves watching Bucky move around the room confidently even more, providing for Steve in such a domestic way that makes his chest tighten. It doesn’t even need to be a fancy dinner or a large breakfast that Bucky is working on; it can be a snack or Bucky can be finishing homework at the island and Steve is grabbing at him, kissing at his neck, whispering in his ear.  

Bucky has come to know that the kitchen makes Steve hard, pokes fun at him, grows a little breathless and hard himself in almost a Pavlovic way. There have been countless times where Bucky is cooking, a blush growing on his cheeks as he works, comfy clothes on his lithe form, and he’ll look over at Steve and sigh.

“You’re gonna make dinner late, Steve,” he’ll say just in time for Steve to scoop him up and carry him to the bedroom or press him into the kitchen island. Steve will chuckle or hum in an acknowledgment, Bucky not surprised whatsoever, and he was indeed correct—they’d be eating dinner late.

Another honorable mention is the car, whether or not Steve is the one driving not mattering much. Steve has found Bucky pressed tight against his side and sucking on his earlobe in the back seat of a car more often than not. Something about the back and passenger seat of the car makes Bucky feel frisky and in return has made Steve to come and enjoy it as well. There’s nothing that quite matches Bucky all breathless and needy grinding in his lap in the backseat of a car or the younger’s alarmingly filthy mouth murmuring into his ear, hand at his growing erection, as he drives.

As much as Steve loves fucking on the couch (such an obvious spot when they’re cuddling and close, one thing naturally leading to the next) nothing can match the comfort and intimacy of their shared bed. It is so large and soft and comfortable and seeing Bucky spread out in it as Steve fucks into him—nothing can beat it. Steve can move Bucky around effortlessly, able to move from position to position like water, flowing from one to the other.

There are so many options in the bed whereas they are constrained when they are anywhere else: he can tie Bucky’s wrists to the headboard, he can bend him over the edge of it, can let Bucky’s head dangle over the side and fuck his mouth. He can fuck Bucky on his back with his thighs spread wide or his ankles crossed behind Steve’s neck. He can roll him to his front and fuck him diagonal across the mattress, press his body in tight to Bucky’s in a deliciously overwhelming way. The bed is closest to the bathroom and, just like the kitchen, Steve can’t help himself when he watches Bucky cross to the closet from the shower.

The bedroom is a classic for a reason and Steve isn’t about to mess with perfection.

Until next time...😘😘😘

[taeguboi]

Fuckboi!BTS Headcanons

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Rap Monster

“Hey baby girl”

Uses his ‘daddy’ voice to trigger you

Brings out an intelligence kink in you

Hates ‘abusive jerks’

Believes in being a gentleman

but he’s a gentleman to every girl

Possibly not exactly realizing he’s almost as much of a jerk as the guy he was defending against for you

Doesn’t beat around the bush

“You. Me. My place. 10 minutes.”

Dominant af

Knows his type:

Emotional, submissive

Always there after a break up

Makes you believe that giving into your lust will be empowering

Body worship

“Fuck baby girl, your body is gorgeous”

No matter who it is

She is his baby girl

Uses his brain to be sneaky

but is weak about exhibitionism

can’t not fuck in public

How long until you catch him red handed figure out you’re just part of his ‘baby girl’ collection?

Jin

Is there such thing as

Sugar daddy fuck boy

?

Only wants to fuck but will still go on plenty of dates

His success is driven by his sexual needs

More money

More girls

Roses to win her over

and her, and her, and her... and also her.

“How about a date with this handsome face?...”

“You’ll be the envy of the room”

Materialism.

Claims to have a guy for everything and anything

as an excuse to get you in his house

“Yeah I know a guy, just come over to mine...”

and pants

“How odd... My guy must have gotten the wrong day...”

**What a shame...**

“Well, since you’re here...”

In his bed, you’re the only girl in the world

On his phone, you’re definitely not, though

No shame when you find out

in fact, doesn’t even hide his phone

he manages to keep a good shallow portion of them for his beck and call

Whether you leave or continue getting nice things is your choice, really

Suga

Kind of a rock star fuck boy

Lad on tour

Bathing in the attention girls give him on stage

Has a ‘moment’ with about 5 girls in one show

Groupies

‘Tongue technology’

Can change your mind just by throwing on a leather jacket

Drugs, sex, alcohol and cigarettes

Maybe a bit fucked up

But it works to his advantage

because you think you can change him

and he can create bullshit stories to gain your sympathy

acts like this hurt creature that needs wrapping in bubble wrap

but then you get down to business and he’s

WILD

but you’re enjoying yourself too much to mention the sudden contrast

“You take me in so well”

“You love it”

about 40% of his confidence comes from praise during sex

and then an extra 10% from knowing he can get the praise from as many girls as he pleases

Wanderer

“I’m sorry baby, but we can’t see each other again. I’ve been given this amazing opportunity to fly over to _____ and make it big”

Once he gets what he wants, you’ll never see him again

J-Hope

Confidence.

Call him Jay

Backwards snapbacks

and pushed up fringe

“I’m your hope...”

“... your angel...”

Skater by day

Sinner by night

body rolls

hip thrusts

Just knows what to do with his body

to lure you in

“Hey baby, you like what you see?”

and it annoys you that he noticed you were happening to look in his direction because he’s

the guy they all warn you about

Will almost pester you

Somehow gets your number

even if you didn’t directly give it to him

‘Netflix and chill?’

innuendos

Sometimes creepy

but he thinks he’s being sexual af

Pick up lines

“Hey girl, did you fall from heaven...?”

‘”No,” you tell him bluntly. “My knees are just red from crawling up out from the gates of hell... Seriously does that ever even work with anyone?”

Did I mention

He loves it when you get sassy with him

Likes the chase

It just makes the outcome more rewarding

but once is enough

so afterwards, the interest just disappears into thin air

*poof*

*runs away into the night*

Jimin

The sweet boy next door

or so you think

You see him occasionally down the street

and he purposely dresses up fluffy and cute

but it’s just part of the plan

to make your jaw drop when you see him in town one day/night

in black skinny jeans and a leather jacket with a cigarette in his mouth

and suddenly, he gives off this alluring

bad boy vibe

Questions to make you flustered

Especially whilst fucking

but I’ll get to that in a second

Questions.

“Cat got your tongue honey?”

Yeah, lots of pet names

including ‘baby girl’ again

Usually you’d cringe

but it’s the way he talks to you

he knows how to make you flustered

he knows he’s handsome

lip licking

“You can’t run away from it, chick. There’s an obvious chemistry between us, yeah?”

and even though his voice is soft

it’s just so sensual

he just knows

knows all your sweet spots despite barely knowing you

seems to have figured out exactly where to kiss a girl’s neck

basks in your moans

“What is it? Everything all right?”

Yeah, also rhetorical questions to which he already knows the answer

No contact details.

Afterwards he’s back to the sweet boy next door

It makes you wonder if you and him ever even happened

V

Unintentionally a fuckboy

maybe even a bit fickle?

Genuinely falls in love with every pretty girl

or so he tries to make himself think

and has to talk to them all

Always updates his SNOW story

of him doing aegyo

Because a cute boy attracts a cute girl, right?

Invites you round for movies

but he’ll come to you if you want

Selfies together

Gets to know about you

Tries to convince himself he wants an emotional relationship

until he cuddles you from behind

and you start shuffling around

Character change.

is his breathing getting heavier...?...

before you know it you’re making out with him

and you can’t stop yourself

Though he knows deep down all you mean is a fuck

he makes it feel romantic

still into making out under the moonlight

and watching the sunset

followed by sex on the beach

But then

“It’s not you, it’s me.”

“I’m sorry”

but lowkey isn’t

The very next day there’s another girl on his SNOW story

Jungkook

The longest snapchat streaks

Posts pics that show off his muscles

but leaves enough to the imagination

Which is probably why the girls come to him

that’s a good thing for him though

because he’s the shyest fuckboy in existence

but feeds from the attention you give him

and that’s how the ego inflates

Always on his phone

Slides into those DMs

“Bored”

“Kinda wanna watch movies with you”

Indie but not indie

beats around this bush with his use of

‘kinda, wanna.’

Kinda: lazy

Wanna: make you be the one to go to his

Selfie with you to his story only if he’s getting unwanted attention

But he won’t hide her from you

“Ugh, I’m sorry... There’s just this one girl...”

Part of you thinks it seems a bit off

But you give the guy and his muscles a chance

Makes use of the fact you’re both bored

“Well, you know, we’re just two young people, with nothing to do...”

which is what he said to the girl that came over for netflix and chill yesterday

Always plays it cool

so if you reject him, he’ll carry on like nothing happened

watch the rest of the film/series with you

and then never slide into those dms again

or alternatively,

you don’t reject him,

do the do

and then he never slides into those dms again.

[heriz]

Fic Rec: Fic That I’ll Read Over & Over Again

•         Love Is A Rebellious Bird

•         Wild And Unruly

•         If You Asked Me If I Love Him (I'd Lie)

•         baby we could be enough (i'll make this feel like home)

•         If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night)

•         Sing When You're Winning

•         Unbelievers

•         Naked & Proud

•         Nicotine

•         Loving You Is Free

•         Want you to want me

•         Absolutely Still

•         for now (and forever)

•         These Roads We Stumble Down

•         Take My Breath Away

•         Cold

•         why don't we go there?

•         I'll Crash Until You Notice Me

•         These Constant Stars

•         To the Ends of the Earth

•         Behavioural Ecology

•         my heart is breathing for this moment in time

•         After Hours

•         so keep my candle bright

•         So Much We Didn't Say

•         like a boomerang

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100percentsassy @100percentsassy , gloria_andrews @gloriaandrews

Love Is A Rebellious Bird

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  Allyasavedtheday

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anyadisee @anyadisee

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 FallingLikeThis (Zayniam) @suddenclarityharry, Rearviewdreamer @all-these-larrythings

If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night)

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  hazmesentir @alveronian

Sing When You're Winning

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  Isthatyoularry @isthatyoularry

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Kiwikero @kiwikero

Naked & Proud

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  KrisStylinson @zourry

Nicotine

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Want you to want me

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  Nooelgallagher  @wakeupwakeupwell

Absolutely Still

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Enemies to Lovers

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  [orphan_account]

for now (and forever)

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 Louis is going into the Army, Harry is going nowhere, and there's nothing like a little identity fraud between friends.

  onewasturning @onewasturning

These Roads We Stumble Down

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Strangers to lovers

 He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen. Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it's a long ride to Glasgow.

 RealityBetterThanFiction @realitybetterthanfiction

Take My Breath Away

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  RealName @realname91

Cold

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Enemies to Lovers | Religion | High School | First Kiss | Come of age | Underage | Religious Louis

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  starsaligned

why don't we go there?

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 Louis sends a text message to a wrong number by accident. They keep texting each other from there.

 Stylinsoncity @alienproof

All fics by her so I’m just gonna casually link her AO3

.. Ok I’ll pick 3 as samples:

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 feel myself fall, make a joke of it all

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Time Travel | age gap | Underage | secret relationship | Time Traveller’s Wife AU

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  Velvetoscar @mizzwilde

After Hours

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You've Got Mail AU | Enemies to Lovers

 Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson are the bane of each other's existences. Unfortunately, they're already in love--even if they aren't completely aware of this minor detail.

 whisperdlullaby

so keep my candle bright

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Religion | small town | Coming Out | Secret Relationship

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  whyidontknow1

So Much We Didn't Say

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Kid Fic | Exes to lovers again

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  Youwilll @youwilll

like a boomerang

Words:    51,979

College/University |Time Travel

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