#and I will fill the tag MYSELF if I have to

[crowsofdarkness]

Today's lesson with Bucky: Cumshot with a side of jealousy.

Part Four to the Teach Me series. If you haven't read the first three parts, you might be a little confused. Tags for this are open, just comment if you're interested!

18+ CW's below the cut( male masturbation, cum play with Bucky making a mess on you)

tags: @muchwita @chrisevansleftnipple @georgeyblast @justsebstan @memenerdlover @mrsalexstan @mandydornanjohnson @spencypookie13 @wintrsoldrluvr @ronjantz @buckysgirl27

“So I just lay here while you touch yourself?” I asked with a note of hesitation, glancing up at Bucky who knelt next to me on his bed. 

He gave me a warm smile while slowly taking off his shirt, showcasing his hard chest and all of his vibranium arm. Very briefly, my eyes flicked to the scars where flesh met the arm but I didn’t dare let it linger long. There were talks around the tour that it made him self conscious giving the history but right now, seeing those bright eyes drink me in I can say for certainty that Bucky did not mind me staring. 

“You’re going to lay just like this,” he helped me get better adjusted on the bed with my head on a pillow. “And I’m going to jerk myself off until I cum.”

Heat engulfed me at how deep his voice was along with the image of him doing just that. It had been a few days since our last lesson since he had been on a quick, one day mission. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t missed him. As nervous as I was in the beginning, I found myself loving these lessons. I’d been learning a lot thanks to Bucky and felt extremely confident that when the time comes for me to have a serious relationship, I’ll know what to do. 

I spent all night last night watching different videos on cum shots and thought for sure I’d become disgusted with the idea of being covered with someone's cum but I found myself becoming more aroused with every video I watched. Although the idea of someone cuming all over my face sounded hot, I don’t think I was ready for that yet. 

“Where are you going to-?” I asked, biting my bottom lip. 

Bucky made a low noise in the back of his throat as he dragged a thumb over my bottom lip, releasing it from my teeth. “I would love to fill this pretty mouth with my cum but we’ll work our way up to that. So it’s your choice: pussy, stomach, or chest.”

Swallowing thickley, I pointed to my stomach. “Here is fine.” 

I didn’t want to let him know my body was shaking with the idea of having his cum in my mouth or on my pussy. In theory it sounded scary but having it be Bucky, it made it less. 

“Do you want to take your shirt off or roll it up?” Bucky asked, quickly standing to take off his shorts, leaving himself in his red boxers. 

I did not miss the way his dick twitched when he stood to full height but I kept it to myself. 

“Uh,” I thought about it for a moment. If this was our first lesson, I would have kept my shirt on but now, I felt comfortable with Bucky. 

Without saying a word, I sat up to take my shirt off, letting it fall to the bed next to me. I sat in front of him in a green lace bra and a pair of my sleep shorts. Something dark bled into Bucky’s eyes as he dragged his eyes up and down my top half, resting them on my chest. 

“Green is your color,” he mused before kneeling on the bed after I laid down. 

He had me locked on the bed underneath him, one knee on either side of me, and he adjusted the pillow behind me again. 

“Ready?” 

I nodded. “Do you want me to touch you?” 

“You relax, doll,” Bucky smiled. 

My stomach fluttered at the nickname, loving the way it sounded on his lips. 

He took his dick out of his boxers, not quite getting all the way naked because I wasn't there yet, and began stroking himself up and down with his vibranium hand. I watched in a trance at how well he touched himself, a skill he honed in on with years of practice. 

“Doesn’t it hurt using your vibranium hand?” I asked, not daring taking my eyes off of his hand around his dick. 

He let out a grunt, eyes fluttering shut. “I like the pain.” 

Locking that admission away for future use, the next few minutes passed with Bucky’s moans echoing in his bedroom and my lips parted as I watched with wide eyes. He focused more on the head of his dick, swirling a finger around it to drag the precum all over himself. Like our last lesson, I wanted so badly to taste it, even a little just so I could prepare myself for oral. 

As if reading my mind, Bucky took a flesh finger to gather some precum before bringing it to my lips, dragging it over my bottom one. Instantly, my tongue darted out to taste and I let out a ravenous growl. He tasted so good, almost like honey, and I wanted more. 

I needed more. 

“You look so pretty underneath me, baby,” Bucky groaned, taking long strokes up and down his dick. 

“Bucky,” I moaned his name, urging him closer to me, wanting to feel him on me. 

“Say my name again,” he ordered, now moving his hand faster. 

“Bucky,” I repeated. “This is so hot.” 

A hint of a smirk played on his lips. “Watching my stroke my cock turning you on, baby?” 

I nodded which seemed to please him because soon, Bucky’s head fell back as his grip tightened at the base of his cock, holding it still as he spilled himself all over my stomach. His cum felt warm and almost sticky as he painted my skin. His orgasm must have been a strong one because Bucky nearly fell over onto me, holding himself up against the wall above the bed at the last second. His dick pressed against my stomach, making more of a mess with his cum as he slowly dragged his dick through it. My body tingled with the feeling of him like this and I didn’t want it to end. 

BUCKY

“Are you sure you’re alright?” I asked Y/N as she dressed again. 

I cleaned up my cum from her stomach with a warm wash cloth but told her it would be a good idea to take a shower once she returned to her room. We were standing near the door to my room and I couldn't help but stare at her. Her long legs, her soft hair that smelled like lilies, and her bright eyes that always sucked me in anytime I caught sight of them. 

When she first joined the Avengers team, I never even looked at her with more of a thought that she was a teammate. But now after these lessons, I found myself becoming attached and fond of her. A crush is what Steve would call it if I talked to him about it but I refused to let anyone know about our lessons. Y/N and I both agreed when we started this that there were to be no feelings to come of this yet here I was, going against it. 

“Yeah,” she nodded with a lazy smile. “I didn’t think I would be since cum is kind of a foreign substance but seeing you make a mess all over me was really hot.” 

And there goes my dick again. Calm down , you can’t let her see your boner. 

Shifting on my feet to hide my growing boner underneath my sweats, I gave her my own nod in return. “Same time tomorrow?” 

“What’s the next lesson?” Her brows peaked with excitement and curiosity. 

Just as I was about to say, her phone went off in her hands in an all too familiar tone. 

Stark was calling her for a mission. 

“Where are you headed?” I asked as she read over the message on her phone, noticing her shoulders drop. 

“Greece. For a week. There’s rumors of someone infiltrating one of the museums there and he’s sending the Avengers to play guard during the opening,” she said. 

I peered down at her phone when she showed me the plans. “Who are you going with?” 

As much as I would have loved for it to be me, my phone never went off so I knew she was going with someone else. Maybe Nat or Wanda. 

“Bill,” her honey voice broke my thoughts. 

Bill. The new recruit. The one Nat and Wanda couldn’t stop gushing about. 

“The new guy?” I questioned, trying to mask my jealousy with worry. “Has he been on any missions?” 

Y/N locked her phone. “A few but this one doesn't seem all that bad. Rain check on our next lesson?” 

With a forced smile, I nodded. “Sure thing. I’ll text you the details.” 

And with that, she slipped out of my room leaving the scent of lilies lingering in the air and I quickly strode towards my shower ready for yet another cold shower. Y/N would be gone for a week and I didn't doubt I'd be hungry for her.

Our next lesson was simple: Oral.

[clubsoft]

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summary · dieter eats his co-star in a field . tags · spit / drooling / all of the above / oral ( f receiving ) swearing / dieter is an eater / lil bit of manhandling / 3rd person POV ; no use of Y/N / size diff / public sex ( oral ) / set during the bubble / reader is bipoc - curly hair , brown eyes , no other descriptors aside from that / if i missed anything mb / if there r spelling errors , no there arent i tried to proofread word count · 923 notes · practicing my smut n im getting MUCH better if i do say so myself . this is my submission for the #WIRED4YOU challenge by @chaotic-mystery . i made the deadline by a day , this is a huge win in my adhd book . thank u for having me n i hope u enjoy !! <3

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It begins as visits stemming from the excuse of boredom. He perches himself at the foot of her bed as she adorns herself. Powders, creams, glosses — glitter behind curly lashes, above brown eyes, pink dabbed atop the glowing apples of her cheeks. Dieter watches in awe. An expressive man, he doesn’t care that she sees his eyes widen or his jaw drop. The eager tilt of his head brings the corners of her lips to curl. He couldn’t ask for more.

There is nothing out of place about him in that frilly, satin space. Bathrobe atop ill-fitted, baggy clothing, unruly curls brushed through with gel slick fingers – a mad scientist sort of creature in appearance, sans the science. All madness. To everyone else on set. He’s sweet, she says, harmless, enthused about his KitKat mystery, wide-mouth crying over baby goats, victim to a lack of rhythm, in dancing and in life. How else would he have been allowed past her door? 

His pale jade corduroy robe is now a picnic blanket, keeping the grass from dirtying her pristine flesh as Dieter spreads her legs, bends her knees to her chest. Her dress is bundled around her waist. Her panties, lace, baby blue, lay somewhere nearby. 

“Keep them here,” he whispers, distracted. She listens, whispers his name. The breeze carries it away. His focus is occupied by what awaits him at the center. He would call it porn perfect, but that would be an injustice, an offense to the smaller, seraphic girl under him. Porn is fake. What he has in front of him couldn’t be more real. Her pussy is heavenly. Sticky. Soft. Squeezing, pulsing, drooling for him. His hands press to her rear thighs, his thumbs stretch out. One pinches her flesh, spreads her delectable cunt to one side. Her toes curl, her frame tenses in anticipation. His other thumb dips in, the pad slips from her entrance to her clit, tracing around it, over it. Eased by the wave of warmth, an ariose, filthy noise comes up from her throat. Dieter is goaded on.

He repeats the motion. Her hips lurch, her thighs jiggle. She huffs. Pretty, pretty, pretty.

“If you’re not gonna eat me—” 

Her impatience cannot be denied. Not when it manifests as a pout, a glimmer of disappointment in her eyes that simply cannot mark the conclusion of this intensely coveted moment. This lucky strike. Dieter shakes his head frantically, delicately kisses her inner thighs in wordless apology, carving a path to her neediest spot. No hesitation, no pause to fill his lungs with air, he licks a long, slow strip over her slit — from her entrance, over her folds, to her clit, and then down again. She trembles, moans, no longer gripping her legs to her chest. Ample thighs drop to his shoulders. He circles his arms under them, folds his hands at her belly and lifts her into his mouth. Needy, desperate. Working her body effortlessly. 

His level of skill should be startling.

It isn’t. 

Dieter groans, the sound sends shivers through her, her spine arches. He has lowered himself from his knees to his stomach, his front stained grassy green, covered in dirt. It could not matter less, for her fingers have sunken into his hair, acrylic nails scraping his scalp, little hands grasping, tugging, struggling for something — anything to hold her from her undoing. He slobbers, drags his tongue flat over her folds, moaning nearly as loud as her. His plush lips close down on her clit amidst a sloppy kiss, and suck. Heat surges through her. She cries out, yanks at his hair. 

“Dieter — fuck — almost…” 

He comes up for air. She whines, as though he had betrayed her. He gasps his breaths, smirks, trails his lips along her thighs, messy, trailing saliva. A heartbeat goes by, and he is on her once more. His tongue slips inside, as deep as humanly possible. His nose molds to her clit. Where any other man would move his head, Dieter moves her, rocking her hips against his mouth. Each subtle tug to her body is marked by a sap-like mewl. Lustful, and beautifully so. The rhythm itself is steady. He is anything but. His eyes are all that is visible of him. Dark, drunk, set directly on her angelic countenance, witnessing it morph into depravity. 

When she cums, he groans, laps harder and harder. She quivers on his tongue. Her body melts within his hold, he lowers it down, back upon the velvety material of his robe. His beard drips with spit and spend alike. His lips do not leave her, lavish kisses to her thighs, her belly, the spill of her breasts above her neckline, her throat, her jaw, her chin. Her lush lower lip is caught in her teeth. He wants it between his own, so he takes it, sucks it into his mouth and bites, tugging away. A squeak is all he receives. Her fingers tumble from his hair, arms circling his neck. The action is gentle, he noses at her jaw in response, tucks loose curls behind her ears.

“That was… good,” she coos. He grins, bright. His eyes are sparkling, he hovers over her, waiting for her attention. She cups his chin with one pretty hand, and mirrors his expression. A simper. A kiss. “Something on your mind?”

He  inhales to speak — in true Dieter fashion, his words could never be predicted, “Before we leave the hotel tomorrow, can I have your autograph?” He stops, glances down at the painful bulge in his pants. “And can I be inside you? Please?”

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[warrior-of-luna]

I had to fill that tag myself to have sth to read 😭

the shortage of miranda fics on ao3 is crazy, I feel like I’ve already read all the good ones 10 different times and some of them aren’t even MOTHER MIRANDA its just tagged like that

it’s horrible send help

[torturedbrat]

PLSSS CAN YOU DO A BILL FICTION INSPIRED BY ONE OF THEIR MUSIC VIDEOS?? YOU CAN CHOOSE WHICH ONEEE

IT WOULD BE SO COOL<3

★ Fem!reader x Bill Kaulitz 2016

★ Tags: Angst, fluff.

| Summary: Bill and his girlfriend have been going through different rough difficulties in their relationship for a long time now, they both know it's useless to keep being together. None of them tried to do anything about it till he decided to put an end to it.

— 1st Chapter: Love don't break me.

"I need to get home, but I keep on holding on."

• Bill narrates;

I can't believe I'm here again. I want to hold her and tell her that we'll be okay, but I don't know how cause even I don't know the answer to that.

I look around the dark room, the blinds shut, I predict it's around 2 in the morning. My arms are around myself, unable to move after another successful fight; this time seeming worse than ever, after reproaching each other about every stupid little thing there is in the book.. even though this time they weren't just a few misunderstandings—It was much more than that.

I furrow my left eyebrow, once I hear the faint sound of her sobs in the background, hitting my eardrums. I hate seeing her cry, she knows that well, as much as I also know how I shouldn't cave in. But she's already scooting closer to me, wrapping her arms around my body loosely, tightening even more the second I tried to move.

My head fell to the front, a few of a blonde-platinum strands of hair pushed to my face. I sigh as she tries to comfort herself while in touch with my skin, 'Please, don't.' She mutters as she feels how I'm starting to stretch out my limbs to stand up this time, a thing I can't get through with because my body simply won't respond.

But I'm angry, so why are my arms moving around her, why are my eyes filled with tears when I keep hearing her say over and over how sorry she is? Maybe I don't really want to go.

Why can't my heart and my head work at once?

I open my mouth to speak, her face is buried on the back of my neck, and so are my fingers in her hair when I reached out to finally touch her. 'Why do we do this?' Is everything I manage to say—I can't understand how we've gotten to this point; The fighting, the aggressive make-up and when you think you're done, more fighting again.

I want to tell her that I won't be here forever, laying on her bed—completely wrecked and thinking about all the times we've been okay together instead of living the moment. And I've got a feeling that she doesn't want to be stuck in this back and forth for much longer.

But how will we move forward? we still love each other, there's no doubt, and even if we've been told that our love is gross, we'd always managed to prove them wrong.. this time we'll make it again, right?

She looks at me, untangling herself from the grip she's had on me before—I've got a feeling that she knows what I'm thinking about by the way she's shaking her head at me. 'Don't say you're gonna give up on me.' The look on her face said it all; regret, even fear, dispair... everything at once—like she expected the worst.

But I didn't say anything, I didn't dare. I couldn't get my mind to work, everything oh so overwhelming. Till her voice pushed me off my trance. 'Say something!' It was only natural she would react like that after getting no reaction out of me, so that's when I finally managed to push myself on my feet, looking around for the shirt I discarded earlier god knows where before this argument started, to slid it back on.

'I'm tired of fighting.' I said, bitter tears still stinging the corner of my eyes as I put on the rest of my clothes, pacing around the room to pick everything up, anything that I must be forgetting to grab while I make the feint of leaving.

I sniffle from my nose, and from one moment to another she's standing up from the bed, looking completely hysterical, not even bothering to put her shirt on as she tried to get ahold of me, eyes closing tight.

'You can't leave like this..' She said again, trying to change my mind, but this time I can feel myself getting a little bit of impulse, ready to leave it all behind. The black eyeshadow that I know is staining my under eyes, I wipe it off with my knuckles.. now I'm the one who's shaking his head. I can't listen to her this time, If I keep doing so I know I'll never leave. I know I'll never run free from this golden cage that we named love.

'I'm sorry, It's over.' And I didn't even stutter this time, It felt like I've been holding those words inside me forever, like I've been meaning to say it for a long time now. A big relief rushing through my veins, as if I could breath properly again.

But she didn't look relieved, she didn't look like it had been taken a big weight off her shoulders like I thought it would. She was silent, still.. It was even frightening. I wanted to turn to her and say something else, my hands even itching to touch her one last time, but I knew it would just make it worse than it was already.

So I went away, with broken wings.—I picked up my dignity, all my pride and I walked out.

But was I doing what was the best for us? wasn't I making it worse? what if I just regret all of this in the future?

I guess I'll never know.

Inspired by the 'Love don't break me' MV. For a better experience, listen to the song while you're reading.

[ I made this, all fanfics posted here are original ideas by me. ]

[thedarkzyxabyss]

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[missisjoker]

[night-raven-miscellany]

"Ohhhhhh fuck. I don't know where James has been thrown but I'm sure he's not having a good time of it, wherever he is... And judging by what you've filled me in on so far, I've narrowed it down pretty considerably and it's probably the third worst option..."

Yuna and Casimir nodded.

"Yeah... It ain't gonna be pretty whenever we run into him, regardless... He might flip when he finds that he isn't in his standard Pomefiore uniform."

"Ah, but... I suppose this means you are to continue your quest, then?" Casimir asked. "I would love to tag along, but... I fear my presence would only worsen things... As such, I shall take it upon myself to stay behind and oversee Diasomnia until things improve..."

"Got it." Yuna said. "And don't sweat it, Casimir, you did your best. We can take it from here."

"...Understood!"

"...So Uh... Where is our next place? Er, I guess I should ask who's gonna be in Heartslabyul."

What My Dorm is Telling Me.

………………

Shiyuu had just been minding his own business when he gets bumped into. “Ah-?!”

“I-I’m so sorry, Shiyuu!”

“Oh, it’s just you, Yuume. I—WHAT THE F{doink!}?!” Shiyuu gasps, stumbling back upon seeing what Yuume is wearing. “Why are you in an Pomefiore uniform?!”

Yuume looks confused. “B-Because…it’s the dorm that I’m in…?”

“Huh? But aren’t you…?”

“Oh, I’ve got to go! The housewarden needs me!” Yuume runs off before Shiyuu can question any further.

…

“It was so…weird?” Shiyuu recounts the events that just occurred with Mai.

“That…certainly sounds strange. Should we check up on Ignihyde, then?” She suggests, tilting her head.

“That’s probably a good idea…”

…

Ignihyde is…not doing any better. Students that were last remembered in Savanaclaw were there, and none of them remembered being in Savanaclaw!

“Okay, something is definitely wrong. We should go to Savanaclaw.”

“Indeed.”

…

Savanaclaw is filled with…octavinelle students.

“It’s so hot!” Shiyuu groans, wiping sweat from his forehead. “Seriously, how do the students here SURVIVE?!”

“Oh dear, it seems like the residents aren’t doing much better…”

“ROCKY?!”

“Ah, shit…” Rocky sighs, running over. He, too, is in the Savanaclaw uniform. “What’s wrong, Yuu? Ya look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“I—I don’t—”

“Please excuse us…” Mai smiles politely, ushering Shiyuu away.

…

Octavinelle is now filled with Diasomnia students. Wuzhi and Binx give similar responses to anyone else they question, though both seem a bit more conscious of the fact that something isn’t right. Neither can tell what, though.

Diasomnia is stuffed full of Heartslabyul students. Anya brushed off Shiyuu’s confusion, assuming he just hadn’t gotten enough sleep. “Happens to the best of us!”

Heartslabyul now has Scarabia students. Sadiya is also somewhat aware of the difference, but doesn’t know what changed.

Scarabia, finally, now has Pomefiore students. Chase and Seraph are unaware of the change.

But one thing all the dorms have in common…is that they’re STRUGGLING.

…

“Oh my sevens, what the heck happened?! Why is this happening?! What do we do?!”

“Ah, I don’t know…” Mai sighs. “Looks like we’ll need help, though.”

“You’re right…ah, jeez…”

[welcometogrouchland]

(ID in alt) I literally said I was gonna post this month's ago and then never had the wherewithal to describe it and so I didn't Lmao (said with pain). But since I'm thinking of opening my commissions I figured I should remind ppl that I. Yknow. Can draw.

Lots of Steph here (I had major art block making all of these and my brain worms for her kept me going) + some sprinkles of stephcass for Cass nation to enjoy!

[cosmicdreamgrl]

pretty in pink 🩷 for @cordiallyfuturedwight [ cr: 0613data, namuspromised ]

[doctorsiren]

Designed a couple of Mob’s coworkers for the fire station 😁

[wmiescieinazumy]

the summer hikaru died vol 1 cover but it's kirino and shindou.

once i got the idea in my head i just had to draw it. genuinely, i had so much fun doing this its unreal. as always, the og lineart always comes out the best but im pretty satisfied with this one too ^_^

for the record i only read the first volume so far but i wanna read more! put tragic best friends in my hands and im SOLD

i usually use my main blog name as a watermark but im experimenting with having an actual watermark design for funsies, so here's how it looks like now :]

[hyakunana]

The Former Most Miserable Man That Ever Stepped in DGP is found saving the future with a shield and FIVE CHAINSAWS

[souenkun]

Judging from these panels, would it mean that there's no other yorishima exorcist that's still alive (since natori said that the yorishima family "was once" a big name, past tense) in the canon timeline, and that the yorishima we know probably ended his family's exorcism business for good by retiring himself? If so, was the reason tied to the youkai living in his left arm, or is there another cause? And when exactly did he retire— was it before or during seiji and shuuichi's high school days, which was why his left arm appeared with the thick bandages when he gave them the loquats in the anime, but he still lived in the estate during that time, or was it after the two became legal adults, which lined up somewhat with him moving into his forest home, abandoning his family estate in favor of living in isolation?

And, speaking of retirement, I wonder if we'll ever know why midorikawa told us that the takis were "famous" (which presumedly meant they were strong enough to be well-known) as occult diviners, since tooru herself only ever mentioned what their previous family business entails, and never about their status in the exorcism community? We don't really need this extra bit if she wanted to further establish how tooru has an aptitude for spell-casting, either. Again, there's another "strong" family (whose members are still alive in canon) that went into retirement, but did the taki family lost their power because the ability to see (if they were needed for diviners) disappeared for at least the last three generations (if we assumed that tooru and isamu's parents couldn't see youkai too), or was it due to another reason? How close was shinichiro (tooru and isamu's grandpa) to the matobas that even the current clan head came to pay his respects during his sixth death anniversary; was his relationship with seiji's father strictly resolved around exorcism business, or was anything else involved? Does tooru herself doesn't fully understand the prowess her family once had, hence why seiji was the one who told takashi (and us readers) about it? What would this tiny bit of lore mean for tooru with it revealed this late into the manga, when tooru herself only talked sparsely about her ancestors in previous chapters?

[heliosobjections]

Demisexual Phoenix in your Wrightworth.

[faunandfloraas]

im so glad im not the only person that looks at seungmin and goes "❓tism❓" bc he is Way Too Relatable to me as a person w autism

yeah..... like I say it in jest but also..... well, yk. sometimes you notice something and you notice something and you notice something and you go Hmmmm

[chaos-art-blog]

Shoutout to that one time the Magia Record anime did body horror and it caught me so off guard I fell of the couch