#I wanna squeeze them till they explode

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Brush the kittay

[krynutsreal]

thinking bout the gays again....(sky au ishimonds)

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

this is gonna be very smutty 😬😬 can you do one where bucky is a dom but reader doesn't know that and she jokingly called bucky sir and he was ready to jump her bones. the rest can be your thoughts but just an idea

Yes, Sir » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N jokingly calls Bucky sir without knowing that he’s a dom.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, f receiving, unprotected sex, rough sex, metal arm kink, sir kink, praise kink, handcuffs, blindfold, choking, dom!Bucky & sub!reader, Bucky’s dog tags, safe word (not used), degrading, name calling (slut), use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @ilikestucky 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

“Oh sir…” You say jokingly in a singing voice.

Bucky snapped his head towards you to see you biting your lower lip and giggling.

“What did you just call me?” Bucky asks, his voice low.

“I called you sir.” You repeated, moving closer towards him on the couch. “What? Do you not like it when I call you sir?” You say seductively.

Bucky’s metal hand wrapped around your throat and pulled you closer to him, roughly kissing you. Your lips parted, a moan leaving your lips. Bucky’s tongue slid past your parted lips, exploring every inch of your mouth.

“Bedroom now.” He practically growls.

“Yes, sir.” You say seductively, standing up from the couch.

Bucky smacked your ass as you walked past him, making you squeak. You stripped yourself from your clothes and waited on the bed for him. Bucky walked in the bedroom, immediately going to his closet to look for something. He walked out of the closet with his hands behind his back.

“Do you trust me, doll?” Bucky asks.

“With my life.” You answered.

Bucky’s hands came into view. He had handcuffs in one hand and a blindfold in the other.

“Arms up.” He orders.

You lifted your arms above your head. Bucky cuffed your wrists to the bed frame.

“Here are the rules, babydoll…” He covered your eyes with the blindfold. “You address me as sir. You don’t cum without my permission. If you disobey me in anyway, I won’t hesitate to spank that cute little ass of yours till it’s red and has my handprint on it, understand?” He says.

“I understand, sir.” You say submissively.

“Good girl.” He praises.

Bucky stripped himself from his clothes and got on the bed and spread your legs.

“You’re about to learn something new about me, babydoll.” Bucky starts. “I’m a dom. Meaning, I like to be in control.” He tells you. “Since you’re new to this, I’m going to start off easy. Also, we’re going to use red as a safe word.” He says.

Bucky’s fingers on his right hand rubbed your pussy, smearing your wetness around. A soft moan fell from your lips. His thumb rubbed your clit in circles.

“Oh sir…” You moaned.

“You like that, babydoll?” Bucky asks, his voice husky.

“Yes!” You moaned.

Bucky’s thumb applied more pressure on your clit as he rubbed it. Two of his fingers unexpectedly slid inside of your tight pussy, moving them at an eagerly fast speed. Your back arched off the bed as you threw your head back in pleasure. Your legs threatened to close, but Bucky forced them back open.

“Don’t make me tie your legs to the bed frame.” He warns.

His fingers moved faster and faster as his thumb rubbed your clit at the same pace. Bucky watched as your mouth fell open and breathy moans left your lips and your chest rise and fell as you breath heavily. His fingers curled, hitting your sweet spot. A loud moan left your lips.

“Oh fuck! Right there, sir!” You moaned loudly.

His fingers continued to hit your sweet spot. Your orgasm began to build up quickly. You pussy squeezed around his fingers.

“I can feel you getting close, doll. I bet you’re so close to the edge that it feels like you’re about to explode. You wanna cum?” He says tauntingly.

“Oh yes! Please sir! Let me cum please!” You begged desperately.

Bucky chuckles at your desperation and moved his fingers faster.

“Cum.” Is all he says.

You did just that. You came so hard that you soaked his whole hand. Bucky’s fingers stopped their movements and he pulled them out of you, giving your clit one last rub roughly before licking your release off of his fingers, moaning at your taste.

“God damn, you taste so fucking sweet.” Bucky says, practically moaning.

You felt Bucky shift in between your legs. He hovered over you, leaning down to mark up your skin. His dog tags touched your chest in between your breasts. Bucky’s hands found their way to your breasts, giving both of them a squeeze before pinching your nipples. A squeaky moan left your lips.

“You’re being such a good girl for me.” Bucky praises, whispering in your ear. “Do you think you can handle more?” He asks.

“Yes, sir…” You breathed. “I want more!” You tell him.

Bucky kissed down your body, stopping at your pussy. You felt his warm breath against your wet pussy, sending a shiver through your body. His tongue licked in between your wet folds, catching you off guard.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned in more of a gasp.

Bucky circled his tongue around your clit a couple time before latching his lips on it and sucked on it harshly. His metal fingers found their way to your tight entrance, unexpectedly sliding two of them inside of you causing you moan loudly. You quickly loved the feeling of his metal fingers. He moved them as fast as he did with his other fingers.

“You like that, babydoll? You like the feeling of my metal fingers fucking your tight little pussy?” Bucky asks.

“Yes, sir! I love them!” You moaned.

Bucky watched as your chest rose and fell for a moment before latching his lips back onto your clit. Your legs began to tremble a little from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Your legs were about to close, but Bucky placed his right hand on your inner thigh and pushed it back open.

“What did I say about closing these pretty little legs, doll?” Bucky asks.

“N-Not to.” You say in a whimper.

“Then keep them open or I’ll tie them to the bed frame.” He warns.

“Yes, sir.” You say.

Bucky went back to work on your pussy, devouring you. His metal fingers hit your sweet spot each time, making you arch your back in pleasure. Bucky could sense that your second orgasm was coming closer.

“Sir please!” You moaned desperately. “Can I cum again please?” You asked, begging.

“Do you think you deserve it, doll face?” He asks, looking up at you.

“Yes I do!” You gasped when his metal fingers hit your sweet spot again. “I’ve been a good girl.” You say.

“Cum.” He says.

A loud moan left your lips and you tugged on the handcuffs as you came harder than the first time, soaking Bucky’s face and fingers. He removed his metal fingers from your pussy and licked your release off of them. He hovered over again, leaning down to give you a hungry kiss. You moaned when you tasted yourself on his lips.

“You think you’re ready for my cock, doll?” Bucky asks, tapping his tip against your clit causing your hips to jolt upwards.

“Yes, sir.” You answered. “I’m ready for your fat cock.” You say.

Bucky lined his cock at your tight entrance, sliding his cock inside of you in one thrust. A loud gasp left your lips. You thought he’d give you time to adjust to his size, but he didn’t. You were seemingly fine with that. Bucky’s thrusts were rough and hard. The sound of skin smacking filled the bedroom. Bucky put your legs over his shoulders and started pounding into you roughly.

“God damn, you’re fucking tight.” Bucky groans.

His metal hand found its way to your throat, wrapping it around your throat and gave it a light squeeze. He pulled your head up towards him, kissing your lips roughly.

“Tell me, doll face…” Bucky pulls away from your lips. “Are you my dirty little slut?” He asks.

“Yes!” You gasped. “I’m your dirty little slut, sir!” You moaned.

Bucky’s thrusts somehow got rougher when you told him that you’re his dirty little slut. Your cunt squeezed around his cock every time it hit your sweet spot. You felt every vein of his cock rubbing along your wet walls. Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the feeling.

“Oh, Bucky!” You moaned.

You immediately knew what you did wrong when his grip on your throat tightened when you called him by his name instead of sir.

“Excuse me?” Bucky says.

“Sir! I-I meant sir!” You corrected yourself through a moan.

“Call me the wrong name again and your ass will be red for days.” He warns.

His right hand found its way to your clit, his fingers rubbing it roughly causing your pussy to squeeze around his cock. Your third and final orgasm began to build up quickly the more his cock hit your sweet spot and his fingers rubbed your clit. You were trying so hard not to cum without his permission.

“Gonna cum again, doll face?” Bucky asks, panting.

“Mhmm yes!” You whimpered.

“Too bad you’re not going to.” He says.

You whined in frustration which was a mistake on your part cause his metal hand applied more pressure on your throat.

“Quit your fucking whining.” He starts. “Good girls don’t whine.” He says.

“S-Sorry, sir.” You apologized. “I want- need to cum.” You say.

“You think you deserve to cum?” He asks.

“Yes I do.” You tell him. “I’ll be a good girl, sir! I promise!” You say.

“Hmm…” He thought about it for a second. “Cum.” He says.

Your mouth fell open, a loud moan left your lips as you came so hard that it dripping down your inner thighs and Bucky’s lower abdomen and the front of his thighs.

“Fuck…” Bucky moans, his thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm came closer to the edge.

Bucky came inside of you, thrusting a few more times before stopping. His metal hand left your throat and he pulled out of you. He took the blindfold off of your eyes. You squinted your eyes to adjust to the light Bucky uncuffed your wrists from the bed frame. Your wrists had red marks on them. Bucky left the bedroom to get a wet towel from the bathroom to clean the two of you up. You were curled up on your side, your eyes droopy. Bucky laid down behind you and covered the two of you up with a blanket. He wrapped his arms around you, his metal fingers rubbing up and down your side.

“You did so well for me, doll.” Bucky almost whispers. “Get some rest. I love you.” He says softly, kissing the side of your head.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[ham1lton]

A SUB ABOVE LOVE.

pairings: oscar piastri x reader.

summary: ❝ oscar likes his job. it might just be making sandwiches with the world's worst playlist as a backing track, but it relaxes him. that is, until his boss makes him take the newbie under his wing, and you're the worst worker he has ever seen in the history of the store. how can you fuck up a sandwich? ❞

— part of the raceway retail series! check it out <3

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“she’s fucking awful.” oscar moans as he assembles lando’s sandwich. lando usually gets lunch for free at his restaurant, spice ‘n sizzle, but he insisted he had to try something new today. so here he was, exploiting oscar’s worker discount.

“how can she that bad at making sandwiches.” lando rolls his eyes as he taps on his iphone. “mate c’mon, it’s not exactly rocket science now is it?”

“these ovens have pre-timers on them,” oscar explains as he puts lando’s sandwich inside one of them. “it’s all pre-set. all you need to do is press the button for the sandwich you’re attempting to make. she burns the sandwich every time.”

“maybe the ovens are broken?”

“oh yeah?” oscar pulls out lando’s sandwich which is a perfect crispy golden brown. lando shrugs.

“douché.”

“you mean touché?”

“yeah, same thing.”

oscar just rolls his eyes. he wraps the sandwich tightly and puts it through the till. lando presses his phone against the card machine until it makes a ping noise. after a few minutes, oscar has taken his break while lando eats. mostly to complain.

“y’know we live together,” lando licks some sauce from his thumb. “you can complain to me whenever. you didn’t have to take a break to do this.”

“i need to finish complaining or it’ll bottle up and i’ll get even more annoyed. then i’ll explode and die.” oscar deadpans. “do you really want a dead flatmate in this economy lando?”

“probably not.”

“thought so.”

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“so! how is work?” your friend says as she sits next to you on the couch. you smile.

“it’s good. great even. there is this guy, oscar, and he’s so nice. practically does my job for me!” you scroll through youtube on your television. she hums.

“see? you got all worked up for nothing.” she smiles as she squeezes your arm affectionately. “everything seems to be working out great! wanna get takeout?”

“get it from spice ‘n sizzle please! i’m craving it today for some reason.”

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author’s note: this is the snippet for my oscar story. the full fic will be out soon! <3

[blueparadis]

❝ LIKE YOU ❞ + ( Kaeya, Cyno, Tighnari, Al-haitham, Kaveh )

+. CWs —» gn!reader, $mut, sprinkle of fwb tropes,hints of virginity loss, mention of oral acts, foreplay. +.PRECIS —» it is their first time, might not be yours. it is not as smooth as they thought it would be, heard or saw. +. NOTES —»  i got requests for all of their first times via my v-day ask game so i put them in one place. click here if you wanna read more of my works :>

+. KAEYA ALBERICH 

Kaeya is nervous. He can not seem to get rid of this cold sweat but right when he sees you all bare and eager for him he gets lost in you. He starts with kissing the corner of your lips, then neck, collar bones, licking your sternum, kissing here and there and then goes all the way down, undressing you and sucking you so hard that he forgets that he actually wanted to be inside you in the first place. Your moans start to become prominent, needy and when you say you need him with hazy eyes and lust in your voice; he remembers and becomes stiff. With clammy hands and rough movements, he fidgets with his belt but when you murmur, “let me . . .”, he lets you just so he could watch you, likes it when you get so worked up, so focused on him that it makes you lick your lips constantly. He wants to kiss you, on the lips that have bewitched him in ways he can not seem to explain but will still respect your rule of no kissing.

+. CYNO

Cyno is way more excited than he thought it would be , his body is trembling with lust. He thinks he might explode. When you ask, he says it so plainly, so innocently; he is not at all hiding it. When you take his shirt off, let your fingers run over his skin, nudging his nipples he gasps so loudly that it makes you think you touched wrong parts of him but it is quite contrary to what you think, you touched more than just his skin. He is a little talkative, and thinks you might be nervous about it too which is why he still makes an attempt to lighten up the mood, in his way. Needless to say, it fails miserably yet makes you laugh a little thinking at least he is trying . . . your previous dates were horrible, you always had to take care of yourself. No pillow talk, neither before nor after the sex because one was not satisfied, one did not cum — so there is not much to talk about. But with Cyno, talks would not end. He whispers silly things into your ears while letting his hands roam all over your body, “Remember the time …”, he licks from your chest all the way up to the back of your ear making you shudder, “. . . the time when you had spilled ice-cream on your chest—- i wanted to do this.” and he instantly flattens his tongue out that covers the area around your hard nipples. It is embarrassing, really how he is not aware how obvious it is that he is nervous but you do not want to forget this, this particular moment unlike other times, unlike your first time.

+. TIGHNARI

Tighnari hides it so well that it makes you nervous. Sure, you and him had talked about this at a lonely café with a cup of coffee but he is till not freaking out like he should be. It is his first time and he is perfectly calm about it, makes you think he might have lied to you. But the moment when the tip of your fingers touch his skin, you pull it back because it feels like he is burning. Slowly, as he lets you in, when you get to soak your skin with his touch you could easily say how tactfully he is holding his calm demeanor and its definitely his first time. There is no doubt about it. His ears twitch when you wrap your fingers around his cock, his breath hitches, chest rises and lowers frantically, his eyes squeeze shut when you let your lips run wild on his skin. And his moans? they are the prettiest, makes you wish you could hear them often; audible a little later when he is on the bed having you on top of him, getting you servicing him until his calm boundary of self-control just snaps.

+. AL-HAITHAM

Al-Haitham is not worried, not at all. He has read quite a lot to not be so nervous about this, about his first time. He thinks he is going to be good, he has to, he needs to be good otherwise the thought of you leaving him just because he could not satisfy you, could not make you cum hard enough to the end that you see stars in eyes is gonna eat him up till his last breath. There is no way he is going to ruin it, he could not, he has read all about it. He has enough knowledge to excel at it. He loves the feeling of your lips on his, his hands on yours, skin against skin. It is all blurred in his head, he can only think of him being inside you. His hand extends to his belt, to unbuckle while he is still kissing you, exploring your body with his lips, getting aroused by the way you moan and mewl but it’s. . .it’s taking too long. . .too long to get undressed. It shouldn’t be like this. . . this long. While his sucks along your neckline becomes sloppy, almost comes to a pause one of your arms extends and pushes him by his chest. Shit. But when you laugh and press the buckle of the belt to take it off, his blood rushes everywhere, to his ears, to his face, everywhere. “It’s okay. Just relax. I’m not gonna bite you or something.”, you say as you work on his cock before taking it in your mouth and OH. Fucking. God. al-haitham can not think of anything, he feels so helpless, so light headed that all his reading feels trifle now.

+. KAVEH 

Kaveh has watched tons of porn videos and enough adult movies to know his way up to your heart. Moreover, he is popular and like . . .really popular but that does not give him a green card that he will have the best first sex in this world. Well, it just needs to be better than al-haitham, not the whole world but just one. He has thought about you before : all bare and naked, him being so good so perfect that you moan his name in the prettiest ways. He has jerked off often while thinking about it and he is not ashamed to admit it. But when he sees the glint in your eyes just before your lips dash on his skin, it feels entirely different. It is not like what he imagined. And when you unbutton all the buttons of his shirt without keeping your lips off his skin, that is when it strikes him : he is no where in competition with you. There is no way he can get out of this unscathed. He is supposed to get a hit, maybe a bad one if he is not cautious and he is not willing to let his first time leave a bad aftertaste. Impulses take over him and he grabs your throat, putting his pressure on you to have you up against the wall as he returns the favor with greater intensity. “Good, now you’re relaxed.”, you utter against his ears making him stop his movements. For a moment he backs away to look at you. It's nothing like he imagined it would be, it's more than that : you rash breathing on his mouth and lips apart, neck a little bruised. He is about to experience the best sex in the world.

— @tokyometronetwork

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

you haven’t heard the kicker yet, babe

a/n: this is essentially just a lore drop of some stuff I scribbled down nearly two weeks ago...

warnings: devil!Eddie Munson x reader x angel!Steve Harrington, just some angsty lore and the boys arguing

word count: 647

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“What’s up with him?” you nodded in the direction of the devil giving you the stick eye in the corner.

“Oh,” Steve’s breath got caught in his throat, “he just-, um… he’s got some stuff he needs to come to terms with.”

Practically on the verge of exploding, Eddie shot back, “and you don’t?”

“Eddie-”

“No, Steve! Stop acting like this isn’t getting to you either!” the devil interrupted, “she can see us,” he pointed at you with a sharp finger, “she can feel us! This is not a myth. You know it, I know it. You think I’ll let her see another sunrise without her knowing it as well, without her truly understanding what this means?”

Letting out a heavy sigh, “she just needs more time.”

“To hell with time! You know what? I knew that I shouldn’t have listened to you, shouldn’t have tried to ease her into this. What’s so wrong with the traditional methods, huh? Are you suddenly too high and mighty to get your hands dirty? What happened to the angel I met aeons ago?”

“You damn well know what happened,” Steve got all the way up in his partner’s face.

“She deserves to know the truth.”

Feeling ever so small, like the mattress underneath you could just swallow you whole at any moment, you piped up timidly, “would someone please just tell me what’s going on?”

“Fuck…” Steve breathed, rushing to be at your side, “sweetheart…”

“Please, Steve,” you felt him grab your hands, “I wanna know.”

“Shit…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut a moment before letting out, “okay, alright. You being able to see us? That’s not normal. It’s known to have happened before, guardians falling for their subject and thereby making themselves visible to them.”

“Okay…”

“You haven’t heard the kicker yet, babe,” Eddie nearly chuckled as he shook his head, his eyes boring into yours like daggers, “this is how we die. We die with love. That’s the only time we get to feel it.”

“What?” good thing you were already sitting down because you suddenly felt like you were gonna pass out. 

“We never feel this feeling,” Steve informed you, “it’s not something that we’re capable of, not until our time has run out. That’s the only time we get to. Love, it’s a warning sign for us. Never really realised what a cruel joke it was till now… We don’t feel it while we live, but we always feel it in death, however that may be, however we may die, we feel it.”

“So, you’re dying?” you tried to comprehend what they were telling you. 

“Yeah,” Steve offered you a gentle nod, “we are not only tethered to you, we’re connected. When you die, so do we. Some see it as a peaceful way to go, others believe it to be the slowest and most torturous of deaths.”

“So, you love me…”

“More than anything,” Steve uttered, tilting his head to catch your eyes in an effort to show you his conviction.

“Well,” you slipped your fingers out of the angel’s grasp, “what if I never feel the same way about you?”

Arms still tightly crossed over his chest, the devil spoke, “let’s just say that the traditional way of dealing with this would be to tie you up and never let you go. Just wait it out till your feelings catch up… I suggested that last night,” he pointed proudly to himself, “but someone wanted to handle it a different way, a more humane way,” his piercing glare fell upon the man on your bed. 

“Yeah, well she deserves better!” Steve whirled around to argue, “she deserves to choose herself!”

“Get your head out of the clouds, man!” Eddie threw up his hands, “she doesn’t have a choice and you know it! As soon as she laid her eyes on us, that was it.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble

[bruisedboys]

congrats on 4k!! you’ve quickly become one of my fav writers. i always go back to you when i want something to read especially all you’re shy!readers! i’m shy and anxious as well and the way you write it is very relatable <3

may i request eddie or steve (your choice) with “do you trust me?” “yes”?

thank you baby! you’re too sweet omg. I changed the dialogue up just a tiny bit but the idea is the same! I love u and thank u for the ask x

shy!fem!reader join the celebration!

You’re nervous. Steve can tell, not because you’re being loud about it, because you never are about anything, but because you’re the quietest you’ve been since your first date with him. A first date which, although Steve thought he’d blown it the moment he’d called you pretty and you wouldn’t look him in the eye for five whole minutes, turned into you being Steve’s very new girlfriend.

He watches you pick at your nails, a frown pulling at your pretty lips. He knows exactly why you’re nervous, even though he’s not an expert at reading you just yet. It’s not rocket science — anyone would be nervous for a job interview. Unfortunately, you get nerves in unfair and extremely large dosages compared to everyone else.

Steve shuffles closer to you on the hood of his car where you’re both situated, his thigh almost touching yours. “Y/N?”

You must hear him because you stop picking at your nails, but you show no other sign of acknowledging him. Steve knows you’re not being rude, ‘cos when are you ever? You’re the sweetest girl he’s ever met. Sweetest and shyest. Hence the silence.

“Hey, look at me?” He asks gently, sliding a hand in between yours and taking your much smaller hand in his. He squeezes it for good measure. “Wanna talk to ya.”

You squeeze his hand back, albeit much less confidently, but it still makes Steve’s heart race. He’s new to your affections, shy but sweet and totally endearing. Every time you do something like this he ends up liking you even more, which is saying something.

Steve waits for you to look at him. When you do it’s like all the air’s been knocked out his chest. You’re so pretty it hurts, and even worse, you don’t even know it.

“You look really pretty today,” he says without really meaning to — he sometimes (always) forgets to hold his tongue around you. It becomes a problem when he starts dishing out compliments and you get all flustered from them. Speaking of flustered, you go all shy and blink at him adorably as if he’s the sun.

“Steve,” you say, almost exasperated.

Steve really likes how you say his name. It shows in his smile. “What? It’s true.”

You duck your head and cover your eyes with your free hand. “Stop,” you murmur, but you sound like you’re smiling.

Steve laughs. You’re the cutest. He’s called you pretty and you’re acting like he just hung the moon for you. He’d hate to see your reaction when he really gets going.

“I’m sorry,” he says, still grinning like a madman, pulling at your wrist gently to get you to uncover your face. “Hey, come out, I still wanna talk.”

You oblige, letting him unmask you till you’re flushed and smiling in the late afternoon sun. He pulls both your hands into his lap with no intention of letting them go.

“I know you’re feeling nervous about the interview,” he says slowly. “And I know nothing I can say will really help, but I promise you it’s gonna be okay.”

Steve waits for you to say something. When you do, you’re frowning. “You don’t know that, Steve. I’m probably gonna get all awkward and mess it up.”

Steve tuts at you, his thumb finding a stretch of skin on your hand that he can rub circles into. “You won’t. You won’t mess it up, hun, I promise. I’m gonna be there the whole time, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you repeat back softly. Your eyes follow Steve’s hands as he pulls one of your hands to his lips, his mouth to your skin. A whisper of a kiss. You go hot under his affections.

He drops your hand lest you explode into a million pieces. “I can even whisper all your lines to you to help you remember,” he suggests, half joking and half not.

“Steve,” you mumble, embarrassed now. You steal your hand back to pick at the rip in your jeans, a tangle of frayed threads just above your knee.

Steve laughs and is delighted when a smile works it’s way onto your lips. “Okay, maybe I won’t do that. But I will be there if you need anything at all, okay? You do trust me, right?”

You smile for real then, a staggering smile that makes Steve want to kiss you silly and then some. “Yes. Of course I do, Steve.”

Steve grins, feeling proud of you and in love with you all at once. He’s definitely taking you out for ice cream and a movie after this. No matter how the interview goes.

[avatarrecom]

Day 12: Fingering

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: So I uhh 👉🏻👈🏻, got a little carried away writing this... At least for my doing lol. But just a 👌🏻 little bit I promise.

I'm curious, what do you guys think of my kinktober till now? I wanna know if my smut is good or not :)

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch Miles is a total pro with his fingers, like seriously amazing. But the guy's always busy, so he can't always take you to the bedroom. No worries though, he'll make room for you on his desk and have you sit there with your legs spread, ready for him to touch you. And let me tell you, Miles is a multitasking king. While he's casually filling out his reports with one hand, he'll pleasure you with the other. It's like second nature to him, he knows exactly how to make you lose control. He starts by teasing your clit, driving you crazy with those small circles. Once you let out that first moan, he knows it's time to move on and slip a finger inside you. He's got a tight grip on his pen as he feels your walls tightening around him, but he stays cool and adds another finger because, let's be real, you're probably begging for it. And if Miles is feeling extra generous, he might even add a third finger. So let's just say you've been a good girl and he does. In just a few minutes, MAX, Miles has you a total mess on his desk, moaning like crazy with your head thrown back as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet His fingers are thin but long, and that is something he takes pride in. Especially when he gets you begging and crying with just his fingers. He has you sitting on his work desk, legs spread, his one hand holding the back of your thigh. Your head is thrown back as he pumps his fingers into your needy cunt. First one finger, then another, and then another until you are stuffed with them. Lyle leans down as he places feather kisses all over your inner thighs. The kisses soon turn into hard sucking. Your pussy throbs around his digits as he pulls them back before thrusting them back in. "You like this? You like this, baby? Your pussy is so tight. You are squeezing around my fingers so good." Lyle curls his digits, hitting you on the right spots. Your mouth falls open at his words. You were near, and all you can do is spout nonsense, "Yes, yes Lyle—oh fuck." Lyle looks up at you with his yellow eyes. The expression on your face as you cum all over his fingers. Lyle draws out his fingers, and cum oozes out of you. He brings them to his mouth, sucking his fingers clean as he moans, "Hmm just as sweet as I remember."

🍬 Recom Z-dog She thoroughly enjoys pleasuring you, particularly focusing on your intimate areas. Z-dog takes great pleasure in stimulating your wet folds and your sensitive nub, eagerly anticipating your reactions each time she engages with you. It drives her wild. When it comes to fingering your tight and moist pussy, she shows no mercy. With precision, she inserts one finger, thrusting it in and out before adding another finger, skillfully scissoring your sensitive entrance. Your cries and desperate grasp only fuel her satisfaction as she continues to torment you. Z-dog thrusts her two fingers in and out of you rapidly, determined to elicit a powerful release from you. Your squirming and loud moans, calling out her name, require her to hold you down with her other arm to maintain control. Pressing your back against her chest, she persists in her assault on your pleasure center. As your lover relentlessly drives his two large fingers into your depths, the intensity builds, and you feel on the verge of exploding. Z-dog senses your nearing climax and releases her grip, keeping you pressed against her back. With her fingers still pounding your tight pussy, her other hand descends to roughly stimulate your clit. A smirk plays on Z-dog's lips, as she is resolute in her mission to make you squirt onto her fingers.

🥽 Recom Walker There is something immensely satisfying to her ego about pleasuring you with her fingers. It's not a regular occurrence, as she prefers to eat you out, but the knowledge that she can make you go wild with just two digits is a rush. She knows that it could hurt if she were to just ram her fingers into you, but she's too impatient for that. She'll make sure you're wet enough to take it. Starting with two fingers right away, she wants to see you gasp and arch your back in pleasure. Her fingers will explore and search for your sweet spot, crooking and feeling your insides. She's not gentle, knowing that you're dripping wet and can handle it. Soon enough, she'll add a third finger and stretch you out good. Feeling you tighten around her fingers makes her grin devilishly. Watching you moan her name and squirm under her touch turns her on greatly. Most of the time, she won't let you come and will replace her fingers with her tongue.

😎 Recom Mansk He is an absolute powerhouse, yet surprisingly gentle with you, despite the significant size difference. This man exudes raw, animalistic strength, but his touch is tender and caring. You were comfortably seated on his lap, your legs straddling his robust frame, as he admired you in one of his favorite dresses that accentuated your curves flawlessly. His hand rested on your waist, moving in slow, soothing circles, while his other hand ventured beneath the dress, causing your panties to be forgotten on the arm of the couch. His large hands worked wonders on your body, and his thick fingers... oh my, they were a revelation. Two of them delved deep into your core, not thrusting forcefully, but rather massaging the inner walls with a tantalizing slowness, while his sizable thumb expertly stimulated your most sensitive spot. To put it simply, you were a trembling, moaning mess on his lap, completely at his mercy. His gaze never wavered from your exquisite form, so ready to unravel in his embrace, as your essence dripped down his hand and arm. "Oh, fuck... right there, Mansk," you cried out in ecstasy. He couldn't get enough of you and the way you praised him.

🧯 Recom Prager Prager's hands are so skilled, man. Every touch he makes is like, calculated and efficient, all with the goal of giving you the ultimate pleasure. He's so confident and knows exactly where to touch you, it's insane. You can't help but squirm and moan when his long fingers find all your sensitive spots effortlessly. Prager takes so much pride in making you moan with just a few fingers deep inside you. It's like, mind-blowing how you clench and tremble around him, it's like a drug. He loves seeing you turn into a hot mess with just a simple stroke of his fingers, it's like his favorite thing ever. Sometimes he'll just sit there and watch you react for hours, if he's not in a rush. And while he's fingering you, he'll whisper sweet nothings and have this lazy smile on his face, checking you out. Fingering you is his go-to on lazy days when you're both too tired for anything more intense.

⚕️ Recom Ja Ja possesses the ability to bring you to orgasm with his fingers alone. His touch is slow, patient, and filled with love. Each stroke of his fingers deep inside of you brings pleasure, yet leaves you simmering, craving more. However, rushing his ministrations is futile, as he will cease his actions. Ja takes pleasure in the way your breath catches as his fingers glide against your slick walls. With his forehead pressed against yours, he attentively observes your reactions, guiding you towards the brink of ecstasy at his own pace. Sex is not a race, but rather a sacred ritual, a prayer almost. Every movement is infused with love, and his adoration for you and your body is expressed through soft whispers. Even if the night consists solely of him fingering you to a slow orgasm or two, Ja is more than content. He does not seek reciprocation; his satisfaction lies in witnessing you unravel and reach a state of sensual bliss. The strength in his touch, honed through years of wielding a sword, provides the perfect calloused texture that elicits groans of ecstasy from you.

🧢 Recom Brown You confidently lean your head back on his shoulder, observing as his fingers disappear into your eager pussy. His eyes follow the same movements, and he remarks, "Look at your needy pussy eagerly taking my fingers in like a whore." He begins to thrust his fingers into you slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed. With each thrust, your back hits his chest. "Ah... ah-h Brown," you moan as his fingers gently and rapidly stroke your insides. Brown skillfully crisscrosses his digits, hitting your g-spot. His eyes lock onto yours with a smug smirk as your expression transforms into one of pure pleasure. "Fuck, you're taking it like such a good bitch," Brown murmurs in your ear, licking it before sucking it passionately, leaving it red. Your legs tremble as they attempt to close, but Brown firmly holds them open. The thrusts become harder and faster. "Brown, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna c-cum... fuck!" Your hand digs into his thighs as you experience the intense release of your climax. Brown smears your hot and sticky cum over your pussy, proudly stating, "Only my fingers are enough to make you cum this much, huh?" He grins with pride at your disheveled appearance and glistening pussy.

📿 Recom Lopez Lopez lay beside you with his head resting on his palm, watching as you struggled to get off by his fingers. You lay flat on your back, quivering with pleasure. You guided his thick fingers in your throbbing hole, holding them tightly in your own. Two of his fingers, along with one of yours, fondled your insides. "Lopez, please," you begged, tears of frustration rolling down your temple. But Lopez just smirked down at you and cooed, "Please what, sweetheart? You gotta be more clear. All you're doing is crying like a bitch in heat." Without missing a beat, you demanded, "Make me cum... please." And Lopez gladly obliged, pulling your finger out and shoving his own back inside. Two digits were enough to fill you up, and you sighed with relief. As his fingers stroked your insides, his thumb started to dab the hood of your pussy. Your legs jerked closed as a shiver shot up your spine, but Lopez instantly pushed them back open and started to thrust even faster and sloppier. Your back arched, lifting off the bed, and your grip tightened on the sheets as you came all over his hand, "Fuck fuck fuck fu--" Lopez grinned and brought his hand to your mouth, pressing his fingers on your parted lips. "Suck," he commanded, and you eagerly complied, tasting your own pleasure on his fingers.

⛓️ Recom Fike Fike doesn't have much experience with women, which honestly makes him nervous when it comes to pleasing you. He's quick, messy, and a bit frantic. But what he lacks in practice and knowledge, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Even when he fingers you, he's eager to explore and try every angle and spot. He'll be watching your expressions closely, hoping for that moment when you completely lose yourself to his touch. And when he finally hits your most sensitive spot, it almost makes him lose control just by seeing your eyes widen with desire and hearing your long, drawn-out moan. Fike really enjoys fingering you as a way to get you turned on. Once you're wet and have had one orgasm, he easily slides inside you without any trouble. And you always moan even louder for your second orgasm. It's just beautiful...

[blankwashed]

Trouble

note: i wrote this smut when i was 12 (13 years ago, things were different LOL) so some of these things are gonna be cliche but i just wanna see if it fits with the change of character. i know satoru is 28 now (according to the manga) but let’s imagine the both of you are in university with uniforms since uniforms make everything sexier

“Let me touch you. Let me slowly roam your body, leaving marks everywhere. Let me suck your cock, making you moan and pull on my hair. I want to slowly tease you till you get aggressive and start being rough on my body. I want you to kneed my breasts till they turn red and suck on my nipples till they’re hard. Make me moan so loud, so loud till the neighbours from another block can hear us, so loud that people would start complaining. Your moans are music to my ears and I want to hear them all day and night. Fuck me from the front and cover my mouth, not letting me scream and make me beg for more.

I want you to put cream on my body and slowly lick me from top to bottom, not missing a spot. Lick and suck on my clit till it’s red and pulsing, I don’t care. I just want you. Insert your tongue, finger or whatever into my pussy and fuck me senseless till I can’t even walk anymore. I want you to make me feel so good I claw my nails on your back, till I’m grabbing the bed sheets till they’re torn.

Make your hot seeds explode inside me. I want to feel all my parts being taken over by you. Lick me clean like how I would lick your tongue and suck on it. Tie my arms and legs apart while you spank and squeeze my ass as hard as you can, Make me feel like I’m on seven heaven with the amazing pleasure you give me. Whisper dirty words into my ear to turn me on. Oh, I need you so bad now just fuck me Satoru Gojo,” ……. your teacher read out loud for the entire class to listen.

You were heavily blushing till the point where you felt like fainting. Even Satoru kept his head low in shame.

You were caught writing a note to your boyfriend during singing class while he was performing.

“ y/n, Satoru Gojo. Suspension for 2 weeks,”

It wasn’t better that the teacher that caught you was the principal. You looked at Satoru who casted his eyes down while feeling terrible for causing him trouble.

He was already student that was notorious for stunts like these.

You wrote another note to him, “I’ll make it up at home, I’m so sorry…”

But at that time when you tried to sneak it to him, your principal snatched it from you. He read it out loud and as you blushed again he said, “3 weeks!”

Class was dismissed, people were chuckling among their peers and pointed fingers at you. Ugh, utter shame.

Satoru tried to make the best out of it as always, “Don’t worry, it’s not your fault,”. This was the problem with him, he’s always too kind! Wanting to take the fall for those who he loves.

“Its my fault okay?!” You shouted and sighed. He pushed me against the walls and stared into my eyes.

You looked down at his pants and back into his blue eyes.

“It was the note, wasn’t it..” you sighed. He came closer to me smirking and you walked backwards. Your back hit the janitor’s closet and you gulped. Toru opened the door behind you, causing you to fall but he caught you in his arms.

“Don’t you know that if we get caught, the suspension might turn into us getting EXPELLED?!” you shouted at him but he didn’t bother. All he did was to further lock the door. “It’s soundproof here, no one can hear anything from the outside,” he said and shifted a few mops away. It’s the janitor’s closet anyway.

You stared at him in disbelief, “And how do you know that?”

“Geto told me,” he said innocently and pouted.

“How the fuck would that little bastard know— Oh God, Satoru. We are not having sex in a place that he and my best friend had sex in,” you pushed him aside and reached for the doorknob. You twisted it a couple of times but it wouldn’t budge.

“Hello, y/n!” you heard a familiar voice outside. “SUGURU GETO YOU RELEASE THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW!” you yelled on the top of your voice. But of course, he couldn’t hear you. “I’m not letting this door go until Satoru tell me to, and for your information, your best friend was the one who wanted to do it here alright,” Geto said and you cringed. Who knew that your best friend was so kinky?

Your midst of thoughts were interrupted when Satoru’s sly hands wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“SUGURU GETO YOU LET GO OF THE DOOR THIS INSTANT!” you shouted on the top of your lungs and kicked the door but of course, it wouldn’t budge.

“You can’t escape babe. Let’s just enjoy this,” he cooed into my ear and it sent shivers down your spine.

You gave into him because honestly, what could you do? “You naughty bastard,”

Suguru was definitely not going to open the door and you were trapped with a horny monster. You grabbed him by his tie and pulled him closer to your face. He smiled after seeing your good response.

“Like as if you’re any better. You were the one who wrote a dirty note to me during class,” he lowered the sides of your blazer to your shoulders. “Wait, why are you wearing a smaller uniform?” he asked you, noticing it was a lot smaller. “My sister took mine, she was rushing to her class…” you sulked and noticed Satoru staring at your chest. The buttons were about to pop, the uniform was truly tighter.

“I’ll thank your sister when I send you home,” he said and used his teeth to unbutton your shirt. His teeth were touching in all the spaces that made you push your chest out. You wanted to find more pleasure fast but he’s not going to make it that easy for you. “Nu uh~ we’re taking this the long way,” he teased, making you groan.

Suguru whined from the outside, “Toru, can you make this quick? My hands really fucking hurt from holding the door,”

After unbuttoning your shirt, Satoru wasn’t able to hold it in anymore. He undid his pants and slid them down. His cock was large, larger than you could remember. Immediately, you knew what you needed to do.

“Make feel good, y/n. Like you always do,” he moaned and you swore you got even more wet.

Since your shirt was removed, you slid his length into your cleavage. “Oh babe, fuck you..” he moaned and leaned against the wall, hands balled into fists. Your upper body moved spreading his pre-cum around your boobs, clearly he wasn’t satisfied. He wasn’t satisfied with the speed. “Take me in babe,” he pleaded and gabbed your hair.

You licked the tip and formed circles with your tongue around his tip before taking him in. Your tongue licked him in pleasuring circles while bobbing your head. “You bitch, I love you,” he moaned and came into your mouth. You weren’t keen on swallowing so when you found an empty plastic bag lying around you spat into it.

Something else was happening outside.

“Oh Suguru, what are you doing here?” Naomi, Suguru’s girlfriend, and your best friend asked him as she spotted him from afar guarding the door.

“Uh, nothing…” he scratched the back of his head. She furrowed her eyebrows and walked closer to him. “What are you hiding from me?” she tried to peek over his shoulders.

“Nothing babe, I was just resting,” he lied.

“In front of the janitor’s closer..I don’t think so…” she squinted her eyes at him. He gulped and sighed. “Fine. Satoru and y/n are getting it on inside there and I’m guarding the door,” he admitted. “Aye you could’ve just told me, we do it in there all the time,” she walked away, leaving a blushing Suguru.

Back in the closet.

Satoru released your bra strap and brought both of them down. “Beautiful as always,” he kissed you and without even asking from entrance, you opened your mouth to let his tongue in.

He trailed his lips and tongue all the way down to your neck, licking, bitting and sucking. You were a helpless moaning mess. He reached for your breasts and stared at them for a second before diving in between your bosoms. Using his large hands, he massaged them hardly. He sucked on the perked nipple harshly, making you shout in pain. As he stopped sucking, he kissed your abused peaks.

After climbing over you, he forced 3 fingers into your mouth. “Mfmfmfmmmmm,” you were confused. Without even waiting for a repsonse, Satoru thrusted his fingers into your mouth, wiggling it and coating it in saliva. With his other skilled fingers, he swiftly removed your skirt and panties.

Satoru plunged the fingers inside your wet pussy after feeling it was wet enough. You screamed and tears fell from your eyes. Satoru kissed you softly and thrusted slowly inside, stretching you out. “Faster, Toru…” you moaned and gripped on his shirt.

Your hands fumbled with his buttons while he was still thrusting. By accident, your finger nails accidentally grazed on his nipples which made him moan loudly. “I—I’m…” with that said, you came onto his fingers. He licked them clean and smirked at you, knowing what was coming right next…

“FUCK!” you shrieked in pain. He groaned at your skin on skin contact and let you adjust to his size before he started to move. Satoru’s thrusts were slow yet pleasuring. It was too slow for you to take. You slowly pushed him down and you were on top of him. Holding on to his broad arms, you felt your stomach tightening while your sped up. “y-y/n…hurry…” he moaned.

As you came a tad early, Satoru wasn’t even close to finishing. He was frustrated and came on top of you once again, trying to chase his high. His thrusts were fast, making you want to cum again. “S-Satoru…” you moaned and the both of you finally had an orgasm together.

He lay beside you and stared into your eyes. “Best one yet,” he kissed your nose and you smiled lightly. You were definitely tired. It was once of the most vigorous love you’ve ever made with him.

“We should get out now,” he said but I pulled him down. “I’m tired…” you groaned and pouted. “Nu-uh boo, no groaning. You don’t want me to be excited again,” he grinned and brought you up,

He dressed you up while you didn’t have to do a thing. “I love you so much,” you said and pecked his lips. He was too caring, too good. “Anything for you babe.” he threw a flying kiss to you. Toru made sure he cleaned up the area full of his cum before kicking the door, telling Suguru to open the door.

“Jeez, finally!” Suguru cheered. “FRESH FUCKING AIR!” I breathed and stretched. “Come on Toru, we have a class to get to. Not sure how I’m going to be able to perform spells being this tired though,” you limped next to him and clung onto his arm.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the sensei you fell down and sprained your ankle,” he kissed your nose, making you chuckle.

“Cheesy as fuck,” Suguru crossed his arms and scoffed. As soon as you left, your best friend popped out of no where. “Sugu…” she moaned and pushed him inside closet once again. Clearly looking for some fun. As soon as she pushed Suguru down to the ground, ready to feast on him, she spotted the plastic bag filled with Satoru’s cum that you spat out.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!” she shouted so loud that you bet the soundproof walls weren’t of help.

(i wrote a sequel kind of but i changed the character to suguru here)

HAHAHAHAHA IM CRYING IS THIS EVEN FIC WORTHY HAHAHA i was 14 please forgive me. i feel its not that bad? like wow i was a fucked up kid then HAHAHA.

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GOOODDD morning min nation it's One Am and I'm pushing Hobie little spoon agenda 🦅🦅🔥🔥💥🎉🎉❓👌🫶👍👍

It's one am are we shocked

Anyyays

This is, literally just personal hc cause ajbbdsjjj so it's gonna be a stretch in more ways then one bc my brain is deluded into thinking they are in a romance tgt 💃💃 so maybe ooc cause I wanna see them be sweet till my teeth rots in my mouth

I like remembered this doodle I did back a while ago and I sat up in my bed in cold sweat to type this out before I forgor it's thos one

It still makes me a little nauseous with how much it makes me AAUUUEEEGGHHFHHHHRKKKKKEJJKE 🤧🤧🤧😭😭😭😭‼️‼️❓‼️❓‼️❓‼️❓ but that's besides the point

hobie likes receiving affection

Obviously he's a big giver of it but givers still wanna be receivers some!!!times!!!!!

Bro wants to be cuddled ok it's been a while since he's felt that warm and cozy ahrhhrvvgrvg he's a big fan of tucking his head jus under her head and into her shoulder cause like

Her skin can surround his face if that makes sense

Skin warm -> warm make happiii -> yippe 🎉🎉

He also likes it cause usually she starts scratching at his neck or patting his back cause he's just a lanky dog

Also likes it for the reasons of her face being close without him having to maneuver around tm

it's either cause,

one. he can just kinda look up and he can see her

see gf -> YAYYYY 🗣️🔇🗣️🔇🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

two. ez for kith cos he likes it when she kisses his face

kith ->

three. it's long winded but

I think he likes hearing her say his name

...

Uegrhghueueu crying noise

Bc she says it so nicely and so affectionately it makes him feel a little giddy and wanna throw up in excitement a little (maybe not but I just talk like this leave me be)

It sounds like that to him is bc SHE rlly likes say HIS name

She thinks its cute

Like the 'ie' at the end??? Are you kidding me?????

She gets a little embarrassed to say it sometimes cause she feels too strongly Abt it that it makes her aaghrhkkjgnk and explode internally but when she does say it oiuuuuhhhhmuuuuiiogoooddd

Makes her want to squeeze him till he pops like a balloon but affectionately

Went on a little tangent there but reason three is

It's so she can just kind of like repeat his name for no reason

And everytime she does he kinda just gives a mumbled 'mmh' back (I'm going to cry)

She says it w sm fondness that it IS her term of endearment for him

"hobie" "mm?" "hobie" "mmh" "hobie" "mh."

Literally can't do this anymore im in both despair and incredible joy simultaneously

Not my proudest post but a girl needs to be insane sometimes (all the time actually)

[abraxasical]

I need to feel up my butch like. Now. Before I fucking explode. Holy fucking shit. They rarely wear bras and they'll walk around the house in a tank top and their tits just. Oh my god they look amazing. I wanna squeeze them and play with their nipples till they're whining and needy, and their pretty cock is straining against underwear and denim.

I wanna slip a hand between their thighs and feel them try to buck into my palm, I wanna feel the metal zipper and leather belt and hot skin through fabric.

Sometimes I push them up against the doorframe of the bathroom and make them watch in our mirror. My body crushing theirs against the door, them whimpering and their mouth falling open when I yank their hair.

Grabbing at their ass and hot, open-mouthed kisses and sliding my knee between their legs. Pulling them closer, closer, closer by the belt loops and sinking teeth into their shoulder. I want them to hump my leg, both of us fully clothed, till they're a leaking mess and there's a wet spot on their pants.

I want to claw down their spine and feel them convulse and squirm and cum.

Fuck.

[earlysunshines]

⚠️ WARNING - long ask ahead, don't tell I didn't warn, sorry in advance guys 🤟

IM ERWITING THIS AS I GO ON THE FIC, which means omw to work, which means ill be all day thinking of this dani BC THE "the woman has a few moles on the right side of her face" GOT ME GOOOD yeees I love mo dani little moles sooo much.

(this all may be out of place? is just comments bc I'll probably explode if I dont write it down already so,,,

A CHET BAKER CD?? OUCH you have a good taste (played jazz for a while after it cause I was already wanting to hear since hanni recent live listening to the lp she brought, that was such a great live)

loved the way you played with the shelter 'care' word bc of the kang going first AND it was so funny haerin going like "your girl is just that way if you want to know" she is a little menace

ok so beach jazz scene, just got chills from them looking at each other and singing the same line cause I put to play the song too yk immersion, AND ARRURGH THE slip up and calling dani beautiful oh pls n dani still staring like i can imagine her goofy little teasing smile at yn bc of It oh oh they're so in love,, im just getting started aren't I?

yn just noticing dani has been talking about her when minji mentioned likejjhh giiirl I knew since haerin mentioned the same line dani had said about yn eyes. n ooooh you didn't continue the twinflame book c'mon (loved the bit of it)!!! it was getting interesting

also really important part; the way you always highlight the action of dani tilting her head squeezes my chest everytime i. swear . im weak for it

THEY KSSED 😭😭😭oh dani's tatto they're- WELL THEY KISSED !!! UARGH cuties

okaywait was so engaged reading that I forget this here, so the bathroom scene remind ME about the time thing, tbh I think you did this all fluffy scenes on purpose making us forget abt the plot, funny how wait this about to be big, like since when I read the summary I got surprised with this concept of death time tattoo, usually is 'time until you meet your soulmate' kinda of thing SO never read this plot before AND since the start I was like, afraid? of finishing this one like idk it it all comes to a end yk? idk shit you made me thoughtful, going back to read

OOP CLOSE THE DOOR??🫣? IM SEATED oh to hold danielle waist and and...😔 "maybe im your twin flame"YOURE😭MO DANI 😭 YOU ARE arhg youre giving me anxiety my dear writer

NOO YN don't isolate yourself oh if you're giving us another heartbroken dani im about to cry

LAST THEN 48 HOURS??? WAIITWAIT I want my fluffy where is fufflism

just thinking abt hyein ms lee and haerin starring at yn like 'is she dead??' gave me such a good laugh ngl

oh you... you made they death day on 722? ah....I swear I thought they were going to die without knowing abt they're soulmates like urgagrhggggsgghh lemme finish this up

before I cry with this little happy alternative universe I wanna say that I LOVED the way everything evolves around the beach, like since her parents till yn on th way of dyin,g it felt so right, the 'day off' where they spent all day gave me a thought like 'oh ms.lee surely planned it bc she knew dani walked on the morning' for me it was planned☝️🤓 (beabadoobee - beaches) <3

...to be honest I dont even know what to say to this one bc this all was just comments so yeah..im...this was good, good. literally spend all my shift thinking about finishing this one, the concept really got me good,, I.. maybe smth personal but i've been so...overloaded for a while so this one hitted soo close and made me want to,, live.. I think I just need a mo dani marsh in my life too

anyways😮‍💨 #really great, #changed my life, #made me cry, they're so many thoughts going on as a write this.. you're truly amazing. wish you a amazing day/week/weekend you deserve the best only!! 🫶

-with many admiration, 🤟

for this long wonderful lovely feedback i will provide. alonnnggg. reply and details plus insights HOORAAY im so glad to hear from u i absolutely love your responses u make me smile always

NO YWAAHAH HER MOLES I LOVE THEEMEMM they’re my fav feature other than her long eye lashes and smile and wait i love every feature muahahhaha

i loooove chet baker i have a like 8 hour playlist that has a lot of his music on there along with others ima. fiend for jazz i live for jazz festivals omfg and i need to find clips of hanni listening to music what!! i didn’t know this happened on her live…

no bc my fav thing ab these fics is that it’s lit up to me i thought i was the funniest person adding “kangs kare” im so #wordplay put me in coach

OMFG JAZZ Scene has some more behind it actually no it doesn’t i lied but basically i was like trying to just write and listen and the jazz playlist was lit on and CHET BAKER played and it was it’s always you and omfg i just ugh i started daydreaming and stopped writing for a moment LLOOL idk jazz makes me really lovey and dovey and emotional i think it’s beautiful it’s like a warm embrace or your lover tracing their fingers over your skin

aahahhshdh i think dani si the type of person to not shut up ab someone she likes and like she won’t even know she likes them yet but everyone around her knows LOL and mmmm detail the first thing dani said was “you have pretty eyes” and i tried to make that the first thing she said in the ending bc they’re twin flames and shit and aahhh repetition and similarity in universes … i’m rambling

ALSO this is so embarassing i had to literally search the difference between soulmates and twin flames and read a small article about twin flames and EVEN WORSE i had to make it sound professional and whatnot bc i had to quote on quote make a book in my fic ?-?:?: if yk what im saying but yeah that was a pain… cannot go on any longer i started making shit up FORREAAALLL all of that was pulled out of my ass i swear

NO BC PPL TILTINT THEIR HESDA IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME AND JUST PERKING YHRIR HEADS LIKE ANY MOVEMENT OF PPLS HEADA is so special to me it shows attention to details and emotion and desire to KNOW and be present in the moment and it’s just… so reassuring despite it being such a small gesture and i have realized over the years that i do it subconsciously with people i love and strangers that i click withINLVOE TJAT DETAIL i will use it in every fic ever idc if it’s repetitive i don’t care. i often tilt my head and whatnot bc im actually very nonverbal in real life usually (im just tired all the time) so i usually hum or give short responses and use my head to gesture the rest of what i need to convey liek this is so important to me guys…

I LOOOOVE writing kissing scenes but also no bc they get repetitive and yeah and also that tattoo hehehehsjwhhd i had to soft launch dani having the same tattoo LOL

i tried to make the whole death thing a little less repetitive and kind of brush over it until it got worse and worse and more serious and the whole concept was cheaply influenced by a movie where the two love interests know that they’re dying bc of their sickness but then i added a set, concrete date for dani and yn to die LOL idk lowk my creative juices were being juiced with this one… i was THINKING … and yeah i tried to fit in as many details and things that you’d have to remember form the beginning or middle idk i just rly like how i structured this one (the pacing is stilll iffy to me but wtv( bc i tried to have things tie together well and whatnot

makeout scene had me giggling and blushing while reading it was inspired by the anon who sent a makeout ask like smth ab “imagine making out w dani for the first time” and originally it wasn’t going to be there but i think it added to their bond and tension and lalalala yeah

no i couldn’t make them.die without knowing they’re meant to be but i had to try to figure out how to make the reveal angsty and i was like might as well have them figure out before they die and SOEAKJNG OF WHICH it took me a good amount of time while at work and making drinks to think of a way for them to die idk this story was so spontaneous and changed a lotLOL

and yes the whole beach thing was lowk inspired by summer strike bc i like the small town environment and how cute the beach is i haven’t even finished the drama im on ep like eight and haven’t watched since a few months ago LOL but i think the beach is just so calming and small towns r just sooo relaxing and nice compared tot he city (that being said i will always be a city girl…) idk beach city energy is just so wonderful and fits dani bc she grew up in newcastle and her whole vlog kinda gave me ideas for the world building and whatnot

i’m glad u love it!! and also just to mention ab the whole personal thing and living

i project a lot into my work and what i put down on the doc. idk if u can tell but i see a lot of beauty in things because i feel like its not worth dying if youre missing out on the intimacy of being loved and loving back plus just general interactions and platonic bonds built (ex: hyein and mrs lee) so like ywaaahh im glad you want to live!! there’s so much out there to experience and trust i understand exactly how u feel i looooowk have a lot of my own problems but writing helps me point out my dreams and things i find wonderful which makes me happy and then ppl enjoy the things that i romanticize and it makes me so so so so happy LOL

did u actually cry like many ppl r saying they cried or shed a tear and idk if i beleive it bc is it REALLT. that sad and emotional (maybe i just critics my writing tm) but yeah IM SO HAPPY THAT U ENJOYED!!!

u have a great week too you’re so sweet and i always love seeing your asks and feedback seriously, thank u!!!!

[buckybarnesdiaries]

please

© @captaincentenarian

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Bucky needed to be spoiled.

word count: 1.2k

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! sub!bucky (more or less), handjob, mention of bodily fluids, praise!kink, language, cockwarming.

author notes: this isn't proofread, sorry for possible mistakes. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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“Oh, fu— fuck”.

A muffled moaning escaped his lips when your thumb caressed his reddened tip. Since Bucky woke you up some minutes ago, with curses and groans, you knew perfectly what he needed. Now he was sprawled between your legs and his back was stuck to your chest. The soldier tossed his head to your shoulder, having a better view of his tongue strongly licking his lips and his eyelids closed.

Your right hand pumped his most sensitive skin, up and down, at a medium pace. Enough to please him, but not to make him cum too soon. Bucky was stirring under your strokes, gripping his balls with his cold fingers as the flesh ones got tangled in your hair. Sometimes, he just needed to be touched. Touched by you, and no one else. Be treated with care and tenderness. The last mission had some complications and that took its toll.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered using a honeyed tone of voice into his ear.

“God… yes… so damn good, doll”. He replied as he could.

“You deserve it”. You hummed spreading sweet kisses on the connection of vibranium and skin.

Increasing the pace a little more just to tease him, Bucky responded with a soft growl, rubbing his abdomen with the palm of his free hand, slightly stretching back his head. His hard cock felt warmer with every move of your fingers around it, using some more pressure to give him an added pleasure. Bucky had to settle himself better against your chest, stealing the air from his lungs when you nailed your teeth in his neck. His digits got closed tighter in the back of your head, watching him trying to breathe through his parted lips.

James wasn't too loud while having sex, except in moments like those where your only purpose was to make him enjoy. He couldn't control his vocals, babbling your name with a wrecked tone. You used the tip of your tongue to draw a mark on his skin, sucking and hollowing your cheeks slightly. You loved to mark your territory, although those hickies never lasted longer than a day.

“Puts your hands on my thighs”. You ordered him, placing your legs over his to keep them wide open at any moment.

He obeyed with a soft pout, landing your free fingers on his balls to massage them slowly, contrary to how you were pumping his firm dick. Bucky would never recognize it, but he loved when you took control and told him what he should do. Tilting his head, he kissed you slowly, invading his mouth with your tongue as you felt his anxiety by digging his fingertips in the sides of your legs. Both were hungry for each other, jerking his length faster till earning again his moans and his curses.

Bucky looked like the most beautiful piece of art with the pearls of sweat decorating his forehead and some tufts of his black hair stuck on it. He bit his bottom lip fixing his pale blue eyes on yours, not needing words to express to you what you were making him feel.

“You're such a good boy, aren't you?” You purred against his lips, brushing them with yours. “My good boy”.

“Yes… I am”. Bucky whined when the pleasure started to be too much for his body.

“Of course you are, and you belong to me”. You spoke this time with a hoarse voice that gave him goosebumps, watching your boyfriend swallow. “Say it”.

“'M… you— yours, doll… only yours… I swear it”. His dick was twitching between your fingers, getting tensed as you squeezed his balls tighter. “Fu— Fuck… I need to… I need to cum…”

“Beg for it, my good boy”. You murmured, licking his parted lips with the tip of your tongue while slowing down the pace of your strokes, causing him to sob.

“Don' be… petty, doll… C'mon… C'mon, lemme cum, please”. Bucky growled in gasps, starting to rock his hips against your hand unconsciously.

He needed to release all the frustration running through his body. And he wanted you to help him with it. For you, it was a little funny how easy it was to make your big bad boyfriend plead. Although he hated you for it, trying to do his best to not push you apart and finish by himself.

“Baby, ple— please… Please…” Bucky moaned closing his eyes strongly, gripping your thighs with his huge hands. “God… I ca— can't wait… I can't…”

“You 'gonna disobey me?”

At the moment you replaced your left hand from his balls to his throat, forcing him to look at you again, his breathing became erratic, keen. His chest rose and fell furiously, not being able to control a single action of his anatomy.

“Please…” He begged you one last time, feeling all his blood concentrated in a concrete point of his cock and the knot within his low abdomen growing. “Doll… please.

“Cum for me. Now, James”. You commanded jerking him off faster than before, receiving a delighted cry from him.

Soon, the white ropes fell and stained his torso. His whole body was shaking, his Adam's apple was dancing under the palm of your hand still gripping his throat, the toes of his feet were curled and his abdomen was tense because of the orgasm exploding within him. Shutting up his vocals by devouring his mouth, your tongue fought his with dominance, while he was trying to breathe through his nose.

Collecting his arousal with your fingertips, you broke the kiss leaving him running out of air, sucking clean your digits under his attentive and exhausted gaze.

“Should be illegal to taste like that”. You purred giving him a whole show. “Wanna try it?”

“Please”. He mumbled leaning his head enough to lick your lips and suck the tip of your tongue. Bucky couldn't help but gasp at the savor of his jizz mixed with your saliva.

Not saying a single word, after placing one last kiss on his sweaty forehead, you stood up from your bed to go to the bathroom. Wetting a small towel with warm water, you came back to find your big soldier lying on his back and trying to recover. You kneeled on the mattress to clean first his face from the sweat, before continuing with his chest and abdomen and finishing with his —yet— twitching erection. Bucky sighed because of the careful caress, placing his hand made of vibranium on your back.

You tossed the towel somewhere over the floor, stripping yourself after that to lie by his side. “Come here…”

Using a sweet thread of voice, you urged him to turn and to let you embrace him. What he wasn't expecting was one of your hands to be snaked among your bodies, while you put a leg over his waist. Bucky understood your intentions when he was buried deep inside your soaked walls, sinking a more than pleased growl in your neck. He closed his arms around your body, forcing his cock to beyond your limits and holding it within your warm pussy.

“You're an angel, babydoll”. Bucky whimpered, feeling your walls clenching his sensible erection. “I love you… I love you”.

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[kshira]

—request: wanting your attention + nsfw

w// kei tsukishima & kōtarō bokuto

t//w; ღ ◟ f!reader, smut, 18+ & cursing

+ kei tsukishima

you can feel the warmth of his fingers sliding to your inner thigh, burning his touch on your flesh as tsukishima travels onward between your legs.

the hours of anime you’ve watched on the couch today had burned holes in the sockets that carried your eyes, tskuishima joined halfway through the binge marathon out of curiosity.

but today he was feeling rather needy, your shorts did rise higher on your perfect plumped legs showcasing those pretty laced panties he always adored.

and the way your tongue swiped down on your bottom lip as the show intensified made his member twitch, he couldn’t resist just a little touch.

“i’m trying to watch my show kei” your thighs snap shut squeezing his long digits in its wake.

tskuishima lifted his honey laced orbs to you, your voice had a resilient tone though your body was dancing to his touch.

“i know” his fingers wiggle through your skin and proceed back to the route “continue watching and act like i’m not even here”

he reached the lining of your underwear feeling the dampened fabric on the tip of his finger, your breath hitched in your chest as tsukishima dipped a finger over the blockade into your slick hole.

the anime you were so focused on started to melt into nothing but mere pixels, no longer making sense at the way tsukishima pumped his long digit swimmingly knowing to hit the deeper ends of your velvet wall.

you couldn’t help to tousle his hair locking your fingers tightly around the strands, but tsukishima harsh hand stopped it automatically placing it back “you were watching your show weren’t you? don’t let me stop you”

a surge of pleasure washes over your body with a sweep of tskuishima finger across your bud “please, let me touch you” your voice dryly comes out, the refelection of the blue screen lights up his figure and it only makes you clench harder.

the lights paint the lust draped over tsukishima, his eyes mermozied by the faint image of your cunt drooling over a single finger—the sounds of his heavy breaths fueling your desire to touch and feel him more.

“you were so distracted by this anime but look at you, so desperate and needy for me now” he taunted guiding his lips over your ear pressing a nauseating lick to the shell.

“mm-know but need you now” your eyes peer through your lashes blinking a tear away, with a deep groan tsukishima gives in ravaging your heat with sublime strokes of his finger.

throwing your head back to hit the cushion of the couch letting his fingers work your cunt— maneuvering in ways that made the sounds coming from you louder than the anime you were so focused on before.

“you’re so wet making a mess all over my fingers, you wanna cum yeah?” his words are littered in your ear gaining the growing pleasure to topple over.

“mm yeah make me cum!” you moan out thrusting your hips into tsukishima palm—he picks up adding another finger to aid you there.

a grin grows on his face knowing he was the needy one but now it’s you with your mouth falling open lolling moans and begs for more of him.

his dirty thoughts grow his buldge harder—roughly taking hold of his cock tsukishima hungrily ruts into his makeshift hole while his other hand buried in your wetness creeps to your bud feathering circles on it.

swirling the precum around the base as self made lubricant he starts fisting around his cock harshly letting his fingers bear down on your throbbing bud pulsating the final nerves to come undone.

the static rushes through your body dissolving into salivating pleasure, your juices coat tsukishima fingers making him quickly take a final pump until he cums, all over his fabric stomach.

a deep sigh connects both of you, your eyes taking on his content face as the high comes dwindling down his hair stuck to the beads of sweat lingering on his face—he was always so handsome like this.

tsukishima rest his eyes back to you, a sly smile cast his face unable to mask a look of triumph but you’re too warped in the scenery of him to notice.

your body laid still allowing the pleasures to succumb driftng your eyes into sleep, tsukishima rose from his position beside you walking towards the other room but paused when a whimper fell from your lips.

who was the needy one again?

he brings his face to your level, cupping both sides of your cheeks to leave a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“better rewatch that episode you really weren’t paying attention at all” tsukishima smiles sinfully down at you.

+ kōtarō bokuto

“sit” one simple word is all it took for bokuto to immediately plant his ass to the chair, his hand palming at his outlined bulge in anticipation.

your day was planned to cram weeks of studying into one single day, but instead you had your boyfriend placed in front you ready to devour him.

though it might be how adorable he looked with eyes colored golden darting sheepishly around the room before they landed on you, his silver strands deflate around his face at the aggravated tone you had with him knowing good and goddamn well what he wanted.

he was just being so needy way he rubbed his aching cock on your back while he hugged you from behind, you just couldn’t help yourself knowing his needy whines and cries for just for you.

you stand in front of him now eyeing his whole figure, eyes half lidded looking through you with a lust haze lingering on him.

he grabs smaller hands with his dropping delicate kisses on them, his eyes scale up your arms till it reaches the sweet smile dripping from your face though it was a mask at what hid under it.

“you make me so fucking hard with that innocent smile of yours, get on your knees now baby” bokuto aids you to the floor infront of him, your body positioned just right to fully worship him.

he guides his throbbing member out of the fabric prison for you, reddened at the tip like your flushed cheeks with the most gorgeous veins equally grown about and the best part—precum leaking out just a little bit to give you an idea of just how turned on he really was.

your tongues pokes out from your lips to pounce on him lapping at the existing cum whilst your eyes gleam through your lashes at bokuto, he can’t do anything but let his cock twitch on its own at the sex aurora you have pouring from you.

“fuck, m’gonna cum all in that pretty mouth of yours” bokuto wraps his fingers through your hair before aligning you to him, he just can’t help himself not with his pretty girl about to have her lips on his cock and more importantly his pretty girl with a stomach full of his cum, soon enough.

you wanted to slide in a sarcastic comment to him but the almost orgasm worthy moan he let out feeling your hot throat engulf his cock took you in another direction—making him moan over and over.

you glance up at bokuto watching his eyes dilate rapidly at your mouth sinking centimeters down his shaft, your tongue drags down with your mouth giving a slippery medicine at aching burn to take all of him.

bokuto takes shallow breaths mildly thrusting into your mouth, he was so eager to fuck your face but still compassionate enough not to hurt you, he swallowed a lump forming in his throat as you picked up a teasing pace.

you bob your head to a slurping beat, taking him completely in before sucking harshly up his cock and back down letting his moans be your timer of how close or far bokuto already was to cumming.

your hands traveled up his thighs and even through the clothes you can feel the goosebumps rising to the flesh.

you continued climbing till you reached his stomach gliding your hands under his shirt you feel the ridgids of his toned abs as your mouth sucked everything from bokuto.

“you feel so good, so hot and warm—fuck! just wanna cum all down your throat” bokuto breathes out, not being able to focus on nothing but the sounds of you sucking and slurping him.

bokuto ruts become ruthless trying to run deeper in your throat, you take the chance to pull off of him slowly admiring how swollen he is—just about to bust.

you feather his length with your lips kissing the drool dripped muscle, your eyes take there leave from it to him.

his rigid length started twitching under your control watching you take him and adore his need without hesitation, you directed your eyes back to the task at hand stroking him tightly but slowly.

“want you to cum on my face, you can do that right?” you flash a mischievous grin to bokuto letting your grip fasten and the stroke faster.

“y—yeah baby i wanna cum all on that gorgeous face, can I? can i cum?” the eagerness drawled from bokutos lips make you clench down between your legs, you moan a response back stroking him till you see the strings of white explode out.

though today wasn’t as planned with your studying event ending earlier than expected at least it ended on a good note with a sleeping bokuto on your thighs and his fingers wrapped firmly to yours.

[storiesforallfandoms]

she’s a baddie ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1846

request?: yes!

“Hi! I have a request for mgk (if your requests are open still) but I was thinking maybe something like colson’s girlfriend is a total badass and like has a bunch of tattoos and maybe is a rapper herself and he is kind of just gushing over her and tells everyone he can about how cool she is? <3″

description: in which he loves to gush about his badass rapper girlfriend at every opportunity

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

The minute he walked into the studio and saw her, Colson was in love.

Dom had asked Colson to be on a song with him and a long time friend of his, a fellow rapper named (Y/N). Colson agreed - he always loved to work with Dom and he loved to meet new people to collaborate with.

He wasn’t sure what he expected of (Y/N), but it definitely was not what he actually got.

(Y/N) was in the booth recording her verse. Already, her rapping abilities were for beyond even Colson’s. He was extremely impressed with her lyrics. As for her appearance: she was wearing a pair of tight, ripped jeans, a white button up dress shirt that was completely open with the sleeves rolled up, revealing the sports bra she was wearing underneath.

With all that skin exposed, Colson could see that she was nearly completely covered in tattoos. Her arms were covered in tattoo sleeves, all the way down to her hands and even fingers. There was an undercarriage tattoo poking out from under her sports bra, and another poking out from her waistband around her hip. She even had one on her neck!

She radiated badass energy, and Colson was drawn to her.

Dom looked up from where he was sat and got up to hug Colson. “Hey mate! Just in time, (Y/N) is finished her verse!”

(Y/N) had stopped rapping when she noticed the commotion outside. She was looking at Dom and Colson, as if waiting for them to tell her what to do.

“(Y/N), come meet Kells!” Dom called.

She walked out from the booth and smiled at Colson. “Nice to meet you. Dom talks so highly of you, and I’m a bit of a fan.”

Colson smiled and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, too. Dom’s talked you up to me a lot, too. You definitely live up to the hype.”

(Y/N) tried to hide her smile to keep her cool status, but Colson could see the corners of her mouth tilting upwards. She put her hands in her pockets and shrugged modestly. “I’m okay I guess. Thanks though.”

“Her verse is amazing,” Dom said, bringing the attention back to him. “Just wait till you hear it when it’s finished.”

Colson sat with Dom to go over the verse he had written. (Y/N) sat behind them, distracting herself on her phone while the men worked. Every so often he would glance over his shoulder at her, hoping to catch her attention for even just a moment.

“She’s single mate, go for it,” Dom said in a low voice, but certainly not low enough that (Y/N) didn’t hear it.

Colson’s eyes widened and he quickly looked over his shoulder at her again. Her attention was still on her phone, but there was a knowing smile on her face.

When the three had finished in the studio and were preparing to go, Colson finally decided to talk to (Y/N). She was heading out the door when Colson approached her, falling into step beside her.

“Your tattoos are cool,” he said, immediately cringing at how lame the compliment was.

(Y/N) smiled brightly at him. “Thanks! They better be for how long they took and how much they cost. Yours are pretty sick too.”

“Thanks. A few of them are kind of old and I regret a little but that happens.”

“When you have as many as we do, you eventually regret one or two.”

There was an awkward silence as the two continued into the parking lot. Colson tried to wrack his brain for some way to save the conversation, but everything he came up with felt dumb or lame. He felt his heart fall to his stomach when (Y/N) pulled keys from her pocket and unlocked a car in front of them. He knew he’d eventually see her again, but he didn’t want their time to end just yet.

Before getting into her car, (Y/N) turned to Colson and put her hand out. “Give me your phone.”

He was taken back by such a direct request that his mind couldn’t comprehend what she had asked at first. “What?”

“Phone, unlock, give.”

Colson took his phone from his pocket and did as she asked. (Y/N) opened the contacts app on his phone and added her name and number, and even took a selfie of herself to set as the contact photo. She sent herself a text so she could have Colson’s number before passing the phone back to him.

“Let’s get drinks some time,” she told him before climbing into her car and starting it up. The roaring of the engine made Colson realize that even her car was badass.

He never would’ve guessed that that one encounter would’ve led to such a strong relationship between the two of them. Colson took (Y/N) up on her offer to go get drinks and, next thing he knew, he was waking up the next morning with her in his bed after deciding to be in a real relationship.

When the news hit the media, both of their fanbases exploded with excitement, saying how (Y/N) and Colson were perfect for one another. Even the tabloids couldn’t find a bad thing to say about the relationship. In fact, they constantly praised the two and complimented them whenever they were saw out together. As much as Colson hated the vultures that were paparazzi, it was hard to be as angry when they were actually saying nice things about him and the woman he loved.

And Colson couldn’t get enough of hyping his girl up. Even when she wasn’t there, all he did was talk about how cool and badass she was. It eventually got to a point that his friends would have to tell Colson that every time he mentioned (Y/N)’s name when she wasn’t around, they were going to hit him.

On the night of Dom’s album release, which featured the song that had brought Colson and (Y/N) together, Dom decided to throw a massive party to celebrate. Colson showed up with his friends, fashionably late as always. It didn’t take him long to navigate the large crowd to find his stunning girlfriend, who was wearing a skin tight black dress that hugged her body and came down to her thighs, paired with a pair of black stiletto heels and her hair pulled back in a braid. Colson couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over her body as he walked up behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her cheek, bringing her attention away from her conversation to him for just a moment.

“Sorry to steal her away,” Colson said to her conversation partner, “but I just had to tell my girlfriend how fucking stunning she looks tonight.”

A bright smile spread on (Y/N)’s face as the person she was talking to made a fake vomiting sound, but was smiling none the less.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, hot stuff,” she said with a wink. “Wanna grab a drink and I’ll be over in a minute?”

“Sounds good, baby.”

Colson kissed her head as his hand trailed from her waist to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze before walking away. (Y/N) turned and watched him go with wide eyes, but also with an amused smile on his face. He smirked to himself as he made his way to the bar.

Slim and Rook were already stood there, two empty glasses in hand but too distracted by their conversation to get refills. Colson ordered two drinks, one for himself and one for (Y/N), before looking back across the crowded room at her. An involuntary smile stretched across his face as he looked at the familiar tattoos that were peaking out from her dress.

“Bro, if you say one thing about (Y/N) I am going to punch you in the fact,” Slim said, snapping Colson out of his trance.

“What?” he said. “Dude I wasn’t going to say anything about her.”

“You have that look on your face man,” Rook pointed out. “The look that says the next thing out of your mouth is gonna be something about how badass (Y/N) is.”

The bartender passed Colson his drink and he immediately swallowed half of it. “I’m sorry for thinking my girlfriend is the coolest shit since sliced bread, but that’s how relationships are supposed to work.”

“That’s not how they’ve worked with you before,” Slim said.

“Yeah, before it was a lot of sex and PDA and eventual fighting,” Rook added.

“What I have with (Y/N) ain’t like that, guys,” Colson said. “I know I move way too fast in relationships and they all end the same way, but when I say that it was love at first sight for me with (Y/N), I mean it. I mean, look at her, how can you not love her? She’s not just another girl who wants to be all over me and gets jealous or upset when I’m gone for long because she actually understands that this is how my job works. And she likes to drink and smoke weed and party, so she’s actually fun to hang out with. On top of all that...well...just look at her! She’s smoking hot and badass as fuck. I’m sorry that I tend to talk too much about her and all, but I can’t help it. I’m really happy.”

During his speech, Colson hadn’t noticed that (Y/N) had finished with her conversation and approached the three of them. She joined the group just in time to hear how happy he was to be with her, which had managed to bring happy tears to her eyes. She tried to blink them away as to not ruin her makeup, but it was hard when Colson’s kind words were replaying in her head.

“You mean that?” she asked, causing the three men to jump and to look at her.

“Damn, you move quick girl,” Slim commented.

“How much did you hear?” Colson asked.

“Enough of it,” she responded.

Slim and Rook exchanged a glance before excusing themselves from the conversation. Colson held out (Y/N)’s drink to her and she gladly took it. She leaned into his side as he wrapped his arm around her again, fitting perfectly against him like two puzzle pieces.

“I meant every word I said,” he told her. “I think you’re the coolest chick I’ve ever met and then some. Way too good to be dating a dork like me.”

“You’re anything but a dork,” she said. “And even if you were, you’re my dork, and I can’t imagine having anyone else by my side.”

Colson smiled that adorable, goofy smile that (Y/N) loved so much. She mirrored it before leaning up to kiss his lips. His grip around her waist tightened as he held her close, never wanting to let her go.

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Therapy helps rhett realize that all of those "I'm dead" UFC moves were actually just a way to fulfill his need for physical intimacy at a time in his life where he didn't feel it was acceptable to ask for it, especially from another man. Now that they're both adults and completely different people than they were in college, rhett decides it's time to explain it all to link and let him know that he actually misses that physical contact with him.

It took me a really long while, but I finally finished this one! I really loved that prompt, so thank you so much for giving it to me, lovely Anon. I was initially going to write it as a platonic/romantic friendship kinda story, but it seems I'm determined to write a hundred different first kiss + feelings realisation scenarios, I simply enjoy those way too much.

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Let me hold you

He’s done it again.

Not so long ago, Rhett promised himself not to bring it up in front of cameras or a microphone unless he talks it out with Link, privately.

Especially not as a joke.

And he’s failed already, he scolds himself short after the Ear Biscuits episode is recorded and they’re both out of the room, heading back towards their office.

He thinks he could have just omitted it, shouldn’t have mentioned anything. It simply wasn’t necessary to mull over it again, even with the topic of the episode revolving around their college experience. It wasn’t a big deal, he said it himself, countless times. Every time they talked about it on the show.

So, every time.

There’s never been a conversation in private about that incident or anything that preluded it, never in the absence of people to entertain, never not around at least one recording device. Because why would there be? It wasn’t a big deal. A funny story, s’all.

He’s also never been able to just let things go, though, and thanks to that inability, the lore of wrestling and the “I’m dead” move had to live on. It was an innocent story, a funny albeit embarrassing one – their unofficial brand after all, an easy misunderstanding and a fun little anecdote, not his carefully curated version of what happened, nor a watered-down one, not just a part of the entire story devoid of any feelings associated with it, not a big deal-! And most of all, not… true. Not true.

Rhett isn’t sure if Link has been consciously going along with that wordlessly agreed upon version of what their UFC phase looked like, repressing the truth behind it, or… simply never realised what it meant for Rhett and genuinely thought of it as a humorous yet insignificant part of their friendship in the past.

Most likely the third option, he has to assume. After all, why would Link attach any meaning to it? It’s not like anything actually ever happened, not outside of Rhett’s mind at least. Frankly, he himself went decades without understanding his own motivations, more than once confused by why the memories of wrestling with his friend and laying on top of him felt both shameful and deeply comforting. Why even long after they grew up, stopped being kids, and as a result retired all their UFC moves, the only way he could describe what he felt thinking about that time was longing.

Until therapy happened.

Just like with many different things in his life:

There was something in the darkness, and then therapy shone a light on it.

It was like there were countless situations he navigated solely on instinct, without paying much thought to the reasons behind why he acted a certain way, and once therapy equipped him with the ability to do so, he unearthed an entire deep layer of feelings and emotions that were always there. Just hidden, even from himself.

The wrestling being one of those things.

So, he thinks Link doesn’t know.

And he’s finally determined to change that.

Why now, when he’s had so many chances to talk to Link over the years ever since he started being more in touch with himself? He doesn’t really have an answer; it’s just that after talking about it with such levity again, after repeatedly making a joke out of it, it feels like he might explode if he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t confess to Link what it was really like. And most of all, it feels like the yearning has become stronger lately, and the conversation yet again playing it all off as them being young and silly only ignited it, made the flame inside of Rhett burn brighter, threatening to make his heart combust.

“I need to talk to you about something that’s been on my mind.” Rhett says easily once they’re in the office. It’s not an unsure statement or a nervous plea with words tumbling out of his mouth before he can lose his cool and change his mind. It would have been all that and more a couple of years ago, sure.

But he’s a different man now. He’s not afraid to tell the person who’s been with him for almost the entirety of his life what he feels.

Link, however. He does look unsure, a bit alarmed even, when he looks at Rhett and responds.

“Sure-? What is it? Do you wanna talk now?”

It’s just like him to worry. Run a hundred different scenarios in his head, most of them negative, trying to prepare himself for every possible outcome of a serious conversation before it even began. It’s an anxious survival instinct that makes Link resilient to even the worst that life has to offer and able to face it all head on. But right now, it’s nothing scary. Rhett doesn’t want his friend to be worried, so he quickly says as much.

“Don’t worry, s’not bad. Just something we talked about on the podcast today.” The blonde sits down on the couch and pats the cushion next to him, hoping he appears to be as calm as he truly feels inside and that it might dissolve some of Link’s concern, still written all over his face.

The other man takes his place on the sofa and looks at him expectingly.

“Right. So-“ Rhett’s calmness doesn’t completely evaporate once Link gives him his full attention, but it’s suddenly laced with some nerves. “About the wrestling. You know, in college. And before that. And- Especially about my ‘I’m dead’ move. I’ve been thinking about it, and-“

“Rhett, I swear, if you made me sit down for a talk only to tell me you’d like to make it a part of our conflict resolution again, then ha-ha. Very funny. I’d like to go get myself some coffee now.” Link cuts him off with an unamused look in his eyes and almost makes a move to stand up.

Rhett is quicker though and grabs the brunette’s arm before he can really move, effectively making him stay in place.

“What? No. That’s not what I’m saying. Like, at all. I-“ He realises he’s still holding onto Link’s arm and instinctively wants to retract his hand, but that same feeling that led him to initiating this conversation in the first place makes him reconsider. “I’ve been thinking about what it all meant and why I did that, especially when we fought or you were angry with me, and-“

“Because we were young.” Link quickly answers what wasn’t even a question. “We had too much energy and neither of us really wanted to hurt the other by punching him or- or fighting in earnest. What else would it mean.”

“Link can you let me talk? I’m trying to say something important.” Rhett squeezes Link’s forearm. “So, as I was saying. I mostly did it when you were angry or I was feeling unsure, and I didn’t realise it back then, but- But I know now, that I just… needed reassurance. You know, physical contact.” He explains, looking straight into Link’s eyes and trying to interpret his reaction before it comes.

When nothing happens, and the brunette just stares back at him with a furrowed brow, he feels compelled to continue and elaborate.

“Like when people… hug after an argument-?” His brain almost challenges him to make a different comparison, presenting a parallel between laying half-naked on top of your best friend and another activity people often partake in to make up after a fight. But that’s not- It’s not what he’s trying to say. It’s not like that.

The face in front of him frowns in confusion, blue eyes squinting and mouth opening and closing again, only letting out a puff of air and no sound at first.

When Link finally responds, his voice is unsure, like he suspects that he’s not understanding something right. “Are you trying to tell me you wanted to hug me when we bickered, so you pushed me to the floor and laid on me till I was even angrier, instead…?”

That’s not fully what Rhett meant, but it’s close enough, so he nods.

“What the crap, Rhett-? You're not making any sense.”

“Okay, listen…” He decides to go for a different approach. “We still don’t hug after arguments. We never hug hello. I think I could count on my fingers how many times we’ve actually hugged each other as adults, outside of the show!”

“Yeah! That’s just not what we do! We’ve never done those things, it’s just not a part of our relationship- I still don’t know what you wanna tell me here Rhett.” Link throws his hands in the air in a gesture of resignation.

“I want it to be a thing we do, okay?! I always did, but I was afraid to ask for it so I just took what you could give me without talking about it. Can’t have actual intimacy? Make up a UFC thing so I can be close to you! Can’t hold you when I’ve made you mad? Better lay on top of you till you give up and have no choice but stop!” Rhett pauses to finally take a breath.

“That time that guy saw us- I’m sure you remember I stormed off right after-? I panicked, it was like him seeing us and thinking there was something else happening almost made feel like it was something else, and since I started it, it also felt like I wanted it to be something else. I got so angry at myself for even trying and I never did it again. I’m sure you remember that, too!” Words flow out of Rhett in a hurried and increasingly loud cascade, while Link’s eyes grow bigger and comprehension dawns on his face.

“I know how stupid it sounds. But you know how I was. We were well into our thirties when I still refused to get close to you. And it’s not that I didn’t want to, it was the opposite – I wanted it a lot, man.”

„But I thought...?” Link seems to be turning a thought over in his head. “I thought you just never liked it. That the wrestling thing was about you… asserting dominance. That’s what it felt like at least. Like you trying to act like an older brother or somethin’.”

“No- It was me wanting to be close to you and not knowing how to ask for it. My very convoluted way of expressing love, you could call it. And I’m sorry it took me-“

“What changed-? I mean, what made you wanna talk about it?” There’s urgency in Link’s voice when he cuts Rhett off.

“I… I realised I miss it. I told you, we still don’t really hug or get intimate, however that sounds, and I’m not gonna just topple you and pin you to the ground again. We’re too old for that. For once, I don’t think either my back or your shoulders would survive if we started wrestling every time I wanted to be affectionate. But also- We’re over forty, Link. What does it say about me if I can’t just ask a person I love and have loved for almost four decades to hold me when I need it and would resort to, well, aggression-? That’s not how it should work.”

Link ponders Rhett’s words for a few beats before opening his mouth again, only to let three breathy words escape. “You love me-?”

It seems like the wrong thing to focus on, Rhett just opened up to say he not only craves physical intimacy now, but also struggled with that same need when they were younger so badly, he had to invent an entire intricate system allowing him to be closer, and Link questions the one thing he knows already. Because of course he knows, Rhett’s said as much dozens of times, of course he loves him. But it appears he has to say it anyway, judging from the weird look in Link’s eyes.

“I do, of course I lo-“ The blonde begins, yet he doesn’t get a chance to finish and ask whether Link heard the other part of his confession at all, because at once, his mouth isn’t free to keep talking and there’s no air left in his lungs as the man who was just sitting right next to him plunges forward and collides with him, lips first.

Oh. Rhett manages to form one more coherent thought despite being startled and entirely taken aback. Link misunderstood. That’s why he got hung up on the love confession. That’s not what Rhett meant, that’s not what he was trying to say, it’s not like that-

He feels like he should clear things up as quickly as possible. Logically, he should be panicking, racking his brain for a way to straighten things up, to explain to Link that it wasn’t what he was trying to say without making things worse, without ruining everything and making his best friend feel miserable and embarrassed, until…

Until Rhett realises his body went rogue and started responding without his conscious decision, his lips are moving against the other man’s, one of his hands is cupping Link’s face, while the other strayed away and is caressing his back. And it feels like his heart is trying to break out of the ribcage with how hard it’s pounding in his chest, along with his stomach doing wild summersaults. And he’s not panicking, not at all. And it’s not a misunderstanding, how could it, when he loves Link with his entire soul, with his whole being- And exactly like that, it hits him. Starting this conversation, he thought he already understood everything, but he didn’t– there was still that last puzzle piece missing.

They come up for air, panting from the intensity of that first kiss, foreheads flush with each other. Rhett finishes the sentence he began before Link’s move changed everything. “Of course I love you.” He means it now, he means it exactly like Link took it and can’t comprehend how he didn’t think of it before, but it’s perfectly obvious now.

So he hugs Link. He encircles the man’s body with his long arms, squeezes, and holds him, feels his friend snuggle into him, nuzzle his face into the crook of his neck and breathe deeply, holding Rhett's larger body in return.

All he needed was ask for the closeness.

He asked, and he got it.

He got all he wanted and so much more.

So, so much.