#god i love him y'all WHAT AN UTTER BABY

[akai-anna]

today i finally managed not fainting straight to bed and decided to work on this personal project, and while looking for references i encountered this freakishly, utterly, ABSO-FCKIN-LUTELY ADORABLE PAGE

and got reminded how much personality and charm Olde DetCo has, and god, i miss it

[rookthorne]

Like sir

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐲

When Bucky came home from a bad day, it was your pleasure to change that, and you took pride in making him shatter to pieces if you reaped the rewards.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ⇥ TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ⇥ Filth. ჻჻჻ SMUT: Oral (M recieving), facefucking, Dom!Bucky, Sub!Reader ჻჻჻ KINKS: Sir, daddy, praise, degradation, dumbification, objectification

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ⇥ Y'all can thank @playboystark, @navybrat817 & @sgt-seabass for this one — it is not my fault.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂 ⇥ @sgt-seabass

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

You were fucked. 

Well and truly fucked. 

You knew it the moment that Bucky stepped through the door after his mission with Sam – you knew it the moment he appeared in the entryway, blue Henley tight across his chest, black jeans hugging his thighs, and boots unlaced and haphazardly thrown on. 

The dog tags around his neck clinked against his chest and reflected the dim light of the living room. His arm, black and gold, flexed and whirred with the force of his clenching fist. 

And you knew there was no talking him down. You could only weather the storm, cop the brunt, and by god, that thought alone made your heart thrum and your stomach to flutter. 

“Bucky? Baby, are you alright?” You asked, putting your book down on the coffee table. The thud of his boots as he neared your perch on the couch doubled the staccato beat of your pulse. “What happened?”

The thunderous beat your heart had been tattooing against your ribs stopped once you saw the look on Bucky’s face. It was animalistic in its brutality – a man who needed to feel in control, needed to have something to release the pent-up anger boiling in his blood. 

You convulsively gulped, a desperate pull of air, and Bucky just watched you. The molten heat in his eyes made your skin prickle and it made the hair at the nape of your neck stand on end. 

“Knees.” Bucky said simply. You opened your mouth to speak, but Bucky’s lips twitched in the beginnings of a snarl. “Don’t make me repeat myself, kitten.”

“But-”

“Get on your fucking knees before I put you there,” Bucky snapped. 

So it’s going to be like that, you mused silently as you unfurled from the blankets, slipping off the couch to kneel at his feet. 

“That wasn’t so hard now, was it, baby girl?” The tone – oh, the pure need in it, it made your hands tremble as you reached out for his belt. “Daddy had a bad day, sweetheart,” he continued. The contrast of the soft touch of his right hand as he cupped your jaw compared to the words that fell from his lips sent a thrill up your spine. “He needs you to make it better. You can do that for me, can’t you?” You nodded slowly and worked his fly open, preening under the soft coos Bucky was uttering under his breath. “Good girl, kitten.”

Pride flooded you when Bucky smoothed down your hair, the touch so soft and gentle. “Sir, sit down-”

“What’s that, baby girl?” Bucky asked, brow raised. 

You shivered. “Please, sit down,” you said as you pointed to the couch. “Daddy deserves to be comfortable.”

Bucky hummed and stepped back, the sudden disappearance of his warmth almost made you whine with need. You loved when he was like this – all encompassing and brooding, not taking no for an answer. 

The couch creaked as Bucky sat and you shuffled to sit between his spread thighs. “Good thinking, kitten,” he said softly. You swore you could have started purring. “This is much better, but there’s somethin’ missing, don’t you think?”

Your fingers, now steady and determined, pulled down his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion once Bucky lifted his hips. You began to suckle at the tip of his already hard cock, enjoying the darkness that consumed his cerulean blues. “You can do better than that.”

The comment toyed with your competitive edge – you were determined to make sure Bucky wouldn’t be able to speak when you were done, damn him. 

Slowly, teasingly, you mouthed down his length, stopping only to lave your tongue at his frenulum and force a heavy breath from his lungs. The muscles of your jaw stretched and relaxed as you worked. 

“Hurry the fuck up, sweetheart,” Bucky hissed, his tone dangerous, but you could hear the plead behind the forceful words – you’d humour him, just this once. 

The loud groan that left Bucky’s parted lips as you enveloped the head of his cock with your mouth sung through your every nerve and ignited the heat low in your belly. “Fuck, that’s it,” he gasped and you moaned loudly, determined to make him feel it. “So good, baby girl.”

Forcing your jaw to relax further, slowly taking more of his length while breathing slowly, deeply through your nose. The sounds that escaped his lips made taking him to the hilt worth it. 

“Oh, fuck- Your mouth, kitten, fuckin’ hell,” Bucky moaned and his cock twitched as it touched the back of your throat. “So fuckin’ good for me, baby, s’good.”

Your hands came to rest on his thighs, and you pulled off while hollowing your cheeks, but Bucky’s hand found a tight grip around the back of your neck. “Where do you think you’re goin’? I didn’t say you could stop, sweetheart.” The wicked grin on your lips around his cock gave him pause, and it gave you an opportunity to pull off completely, letting the trail of spittle land on your chin. 

“But, Daddy,” you began, shuffling closer to the couch so your knees touched the bottom of it. “You didn’t say please.”

A concussive silence echoed around your room – interrupted only by your heavy breathing and the roar of blood in your ears. You’d done it, you had said the one phrase that kicked Bucky into overdrive, and the anticipation was killing you. 

“I didn’t say ‘please’, is that it, kitten?” Bucky asked, voice low and rumbling in his chest. Playing into your demise, you looked at him and tilted your head to the side before shaking it, just once. “See, the thing is, sweetheart,” he continued, and he was leaning forward, his face nearing yours. “I don’t need to say please when you’re mine to use–a fuck toy for Daddy to let his frustrations out on, aren’t you?”

Oh, heaven above. Your breath stuttered and you exhaled in a sharp gasp. “Isn’t that right, kitten?” His voice was a lull and your mouth watered, suddenly desperate to feel the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue again. “You can’t be cockdrunk on me yet,” he mused, his hand grabbing your hair at the roots and pulling sharply, forcing a hiss from your lips and your head to tilt back, exposing your throat. “Answer me, you slut.”

“Yes! Yes, I’m Daddy’s fucktoy,” you rushed, whimpering at the end. The pain sent you further into the clouds – a reminder that he was in control. It was intoxicating.

Bucky hummed, mouthing at your throat with a devilish smirk, the pull of his lips brushing your skin. “Then act like it.” The sudden feeling of Bucky releasing your hair made you gasp and rock forward slightly, your lips right above his weeping cockhead. “Go on,” he growled. “Take it.”

You breathed deep – once, twice, and then you leant forward- “Too slow,” Bucky snarled, and his hand forced your head down, his length spearing your face. Tears streamed down your cheeks reflexively and you forced breath through your nose, too tuned into the noises above you as Bucky fucked your throat. 

“Just a willing fuckin’ hole for your Daddy to fuck whenever he wants, aren’t you?” Bucky groaned, not letting up. “Such a good girl for me– Daddy’s slut, huh?”

The whine that escaped from around his cock sounded garbled and strained, but Bucky only chuckled darkly, his breath now coming in harsh pants, already so high strung – you knew it wouldn’t take much longer. A long moan echoed from him when you hollowed your cheeks. An idea struck you, and you gazed up into Bucky’s face through watering eyes as you moved your hands slowly and deliberately. 

“Aw,” Bucky cooed, watching with glassy eyes as your hands moved between his thighs to tug gently on his balls. The sudden stimulation made his breath hitch. “Is my slut gettin’ desperate to make her Daddy come?”

A salty taste coated your tongue at his words, and you nodded as best you could. Bucky moaned loudly as precome beaded on his tip. “Make me come then, kitten, c’mon.”

With renewed vigour, you bobbed your head so fast it made your head spin but you ignored it, the pitch of Bucky’s moans increased the faster you worked and you needed him to come almost as much as you needed air. “Fuck, sweetheart- Ah! Jus’ like that, good girl,” Bucky breathed. “Keep going, baby, don’t you dare fuckin’ stop.”

Like hell you would. 

“Oh- God, fuck, baby,” Bucky grunted, his hips lifting to meet your movements and the bitter taste of precome trickled over your tongue and down your throat – what you couldn’t swallow dribbled from your lips and acted as a slick. “‘M gonna come, don’t-” His hips stuttered but you didn’t slow, opting to work even faster to hear the broken pants and moans fall from his lips. “Oh, fuck!”

The heat of his release coated the back of your throat, and you pulled back so only the tip was on your tongue; content to watch his face contort with pleasure and hear the moans turning to whimpers as you continued to alternate laving at the tip and sucking through his twitching. 

“Oh, fuckin’ hell, sweetheart,” Bucky gasped, his chest heaving for breath. You let the head of his cock fall from your lips and you weren’t surprised in the least to see him still hard – bless the serum. You watched through hooded eyes as Bucky leant forward, his left hand cupping the side of your neck and his right cradled your jaw. He was watching your mouth with a reverence that set your nerves ablaze all over again. “Swallow.” 

Smiling softly, you did so. “Say ‘ahh’ for Daddy, kitten,” Bucky ordered, and your mouth opened on instinct. A heavy breath left his lips to see your mouth empty and he closed your jaw with his thumb. “Such a good girl for me–Daddy’s proud of you,” he whispered. “How’s my girl? You okay?” 

“‘M okay, Daddy,” you rasped. He nodded once and pulled you into a heated kiss, forcing his tongue past your lips and groaning weakly at the taste of himself. 

“Now it’s time to reward my good girl, huh?” Bucky murmured against your lips, his breath fanning over your chin. “Would you like that, baby girl?” You nodded feverishly, threading your hands into his hair and tugging, only slightly. “Alright then,” he chuckled. “You better run, kitten.”

And run, you did.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[princessoflalaland]

I kid u fucking not, im genuinely tweaking thinking about the jjk men, specifically nanami and toji. the complete polarity between them drives me insane.

nanami would treat you like a complete and utter queen. craving something only available across town? he's already in the car the seconds the words leave your pretty little lips. period causing your day to be less than perfect? heat pads, comfort foods, blankets, candy- anything you need will be at your disposable. he's a good listener, affectionate, doting, understanding, mature, he is a MAN.

and do not let him know about your sexual needs. mans will (responsibly) drop whatever he's doing to come satisfy you. put that pussy on his nose, let his tongue trace the insides of your tight, gummy walls, he loves it more than you do. let him drill into that pussy until you're both on the brink of passing out with you mewling his name, how good he is, how deep he gets, how much you love his dick, he loves it wayyyy more than you do. ride him to your heart's content, sloppy licking and kissing into his mouth because you know why: he loves it more than you do. he'll make love to you every night if you'll let him, and I have an inclination you would. I mean, who'd wanna miss out on the sweet vulgarities he'd purr in your ear while he rearranges your guts?

"my pretty girl, takin' me so well." he'd huff into your ear. your legs splayed out near your torso as he has you in your all time favorite position: the wonderful mating press. "ah, God," nanami hissed, face pinching with overwhelming pleasure. "you're squeezing me, baby..gonna make me cum.." he'd lift his head where it was tucked away in the crook of your sweat-slicked neck, staring into your very soul with a dangerous mix of adoration and hunger. "want me to cum inside you, love? pump this pretty pussy f-full of my cum?"

You became his world and whatever his woman wants, she gets, no questions, no debate.

Toji, ohhhhhhhhhh TOji toji toji. He's my guilty pleausre, I swear to you. I've committed my heart, soul, and body, to nanami, I've claimed him as my jjk husband, BUT toji truly is my forbidden fruit. I have to fight actual demons not to imagine him pounding into me from behind, the side, upside down, up into me- in any way shape and form simply because feel like im being disloyal to Nanami :(

(mind you these are fictional men created by a Japanese sadist name Akutami Gege, I need to be committed to a mental institution at this rate)

AHEM, anyway, Toji is a blunt lover, and here's what I mean: (in my head) he may not be the best at communication or very good with his feelings, but he'll do his damndest to be upfront with you. he'll try his best to do what he thinks is best for y'alls relationship and with your help, he gets better at voicing how he feels. idgaf what you gotta say, he. will. spoil. you. yes, keeping money isn't something he's always been good at, BUT that all changed when he got with you. Mans made an entire savings account just for you. his money is your money basically; whatever you want is yours, no questions asked. he'd be your ride or die. no one gets to you without getting through that sexy, delicious, mountain of a man. he'll damned if he lets anyone even think about disrespecting his lady. he'll gladly rearrange their face, maybe even end their bloodline, if they're dumb enough to try. toji is...idk the hood nigga of jjk if u ask me, and if you think really hard, that's headcanon enough.

its one of the undisputed facts of the world that toji has that dawg in him. he will, happily, gladly, proudly, rearrange your insides, then give them a fresh paint job with his cum. he'd talk that nasty shit in your ear too while he's pounding you from behind.

"ohh, this pussy so good f'me, ma. so wet, so fuckin' tight....g'nna fuck 'er nice 'n good, maybe leave a baby in 'er too.” he'd growl, his tip bullying your g-spot at a punishing pace. "you'd like that, wouldn't ya?" he'd pull you back by your hair, keeping your back flush against his broad chest while his rough hand traveled down your navel so his thick fingers could torture your clit. "want a baby fucked into yer tight, nasty pussy. ohh im gonna fill you up baby. fill this perfect, fuckin' pussy..."

the forbidden fruit is toji fushiguro, you cannot change my mind.

this was mindless nanami and toji drabble because I need them, istg im tweaking bc maybe they aren’t so different…

[wxnheart]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡, '𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅**𝐤' 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: dedicated to the lovely @bitchysouljellyfish. I absolutely enjoy our conversations and it's thanks to you that I came up with this idea. also, dear viewers, this is more a König x Ghost scenario but you'll be watching from the sidelines... because Simon says so.

POV: You're watching two of the finest men you know about to fuck like wild animals...

It's official. You hate Ghost. You hate Ghost with the force of a thousand fucking suns. Fuck him.

And fuck König, too, for cosigning this bullshit. Fuck both of them. You hope the glare you shot Simon got your point across.

Yeah, you hate them right now, but goddamn... they're fucking beautiful like this. And you can't do a damn thing about it.

It all started when Simon fucking snapped earlier. König got the best of him again and the bastard took it personally. Again. And in pure Ghost fashion, he shot the Austrian his signature glare and if you didn't know Simon well, you'd think he was trying to kill König ten times over with the way he was looking at him. But he wasn't. Not really. Not unless you count sex as murder.

Simon glared, body taut, and it was a mixture of frustration and pure unadulterated want. And poor König, looking startled, somewhat wary, and... oh—

Hard. They're both hard. Oh shit. When did that happen?

It was like a flash. They were staring each other down and next thing you know, Simon managed to tackle and pin König down on the floor. Oh shit. Bet y'all weren't expecting that.

Time to intervene—"Sit down." Huh? Say what now? "Simon—" "Sit. Down." You wanted to challenge him but... consequences, baby. And his voice sent shivers down your spine. So you sat. And you watched with rapt attention. And so was König, apparently. Huh. You thought he'd be more resistant to whatever was happening but he was just as interested in seeing this through as you were. Hell, you both wondered what the fuck Ghost was going to do next.

Well, you two didn't have to wonder long. Ghost practically ripped König's clothes off him he was so damn aroused. And oh, poor König, shocked and startled and hard and leaking... and, oh god. Fuck, Ghost...

His clothes came off just as quickly. And to hell with foreplay. Nah, it's all or nothing with this. No preparation, no fucking kisses, just the main course, a rush of adrenaline and pure and utter hate.

Goddamn, you remember the last time you and Simon hatefucked. Felt like you couldn't walk or see straight for the rest of the fucking day. Now it was König's turn. You squeezed your thighs together and bit your lip to suppress a moan of pleasure. Oh, you felt yourself getting hot. But Simon had you both fooled. No words. No indication. Just adrenaline and pure and utter hate. Shocking, wasn't it? The bastard just grabbed König's dick and made himself home on it. Slowly. Almost too fucking slow for your tastes. And König's. German curses under his breath, fingers twitching, and frustration emanating off of him in droves. And Simon's groan didn't make shit any better. ("F-Fucking hell...")

And what do you know? The motherfucker wouldn't even give König the satisfaction of touching him. Practically snarled the moment he tried to grab hold of his hips and pull him down even further. But fuck that noise. Simon didn't give a damn (well he did but that's not the point right now). Hope it felt so goddamn good he'd go insane. God, what was wrong with him? It hurt so damn much; his body was on fire but fuck if it didn't feel good, if his baby didn't feel good inside him. Fucking bastard.

It wasn't long (it felt like it though) before König was completely sheathed in Simon and it felt like you three were falling apart at the seams. Yeah, shit like this couldn't wait. Simon grabbed the taller man by his chin and made him look ("Look at me."), made him watch as—oh fuck, the way he moaned, the way he started to move, to make his taller lover fucking groan and come undone. And fuck you, König. He'd show you he could beat you where it counts. He'd show you who bested who in the end.

König couldn't complain, his breath was too busy being taken away, and hell, you weren't that far behind, watching the scene unfold before you, knowing that Simon would and could make this last as long or as short as he wanted to.

So yeah, fuck you Ghost, and fuck you, König for making this shit so. fucking. beautiful. Goddamn...

You opened your thighs. Your hand traveled lower and it wasn't long before your moans joined theirs.

[onestopfanficshop]

Take The Lead

carmen x f!reader

word count: 1.55k

warnings/author's note: mdni! unprotected p in v sex (y'all better wrap it irl), creampie, light teasing, established relationship. this is literally my first time writing smut of any kind and i am SCARED this could literally be complete hot dog water i hope it isn't and i lowkey might delete it okay enough rambling enjoy

gif isn't mine!

You hear the lock to your apartment click quietly, and the door hinges creak slightly as the door opens. The sound of non-slip shoe soles and heavy coat fabric fills your tired ears as you recognize the familiar sound of your boyfriend coming home. He pads over to the sofa where you’re lying with your eyes still closed, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and tilts his head as he watches you breathe softly for a few seconds.

“Carmy,” you mumble, making him flinch slightly. He had no idea you had been awake. “Staring at me while I'm half-asleep isn’t a proper way to say hello, y’know.”

You push yourself up to a sitting position on the sofa, blinking your eyes to adjust to brightness of your TV screen. The baking competition show you had put on hours ago was still running. You zone out for a second, staring at one of the contestants frosting a chocolate cake. Carmy’s eyes follow yours, and he furrows his brows after a second.

“That cake looks really fuckin' dry,” he says, folding his arms and looking back at you. You take him in, noting his disheveled hair and red, sunken eyes. Your gaze softens, and you pat the spot next to you on the sofa to motion him to sit down. He plops down next to you, throwing his head back and sighing loudly. You lean over and let your head rest on his shoulder.

“Long day?” you ask, playing with the fingers on his left hand. You pay extra attention to a gold signet ring you’d given him on his birthday that sat on his middle finger. Except for when he cooked, he had rarely taken it off since.

“Yeah, um… yeah. Really long,” he exhaled. “We, uh… started doing to-gos today,” he explained, looking at you.

You grimaced. You knew that he’d been nervous about it for days now, and from what you can tell, it hadn’t gone that well. “How was it?” you asked gently.

“It was… a completely and utter shitshow. God, babe, we were so fucked. I—” he paused, raking a hand through his hair haphazardly. “I raised my voice. I yelled. More than once,” he admits with a defeated shrug.

“I bet it was stressful, hon; don’t beat yourself up over it. You made it through, at least. I’m really proud of you, Carmy,” you say, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Yeah?” he says, giving you a small smile. “Jesus, I’m just glad that shit’s over. I’m so goddamn tired. And I missed you. I need you,” he says, whispering the last sentence. Your heart jumps in response.

“You missed me?” you asked coyly.

“Always. Only thing I could think about was coming home to you. So I could do this…” he trails off, burying his nose into the crook of your neck. He plants a kiss on the skin where your neck and shoulder met, eliciting a sharp inhale from you.

“Carmy… you’re tired, you should— you should really go to sleep,” you struggle to say as he kisses the upper part of your neck.

“Shit, you’re right,” he mutters. “You’ll make it quick, yeah?”

You try to hide your grin. It was like this most nights. Carmy, usually too tired from his shifts, loved it when you were in control. You climbed over him on the sofa to straddle his spread knees, clasping your hands behind his neck and pulling his forehead into yours. You dipped down to plant a sweet kiss to his lips, but Carmy tightened his grip on your hips, willing you to deepen the kiss. Your hands left his neck in favor of playing with his hair, paying special attention to the hairs at the nape of his neck. One of your hands moves down to palm between his legs, causing him to moan.

“Baby, I dunno how long I’ll last. I’m so fuckin’— so fuckin’ tired,” he admits, murmmering against your lips.

“It’s okay, Carmy,” you breathe, the syllables of his name sickly sweet on your tongue. He groaned low in his throat. He fucking loved it when you said his name like that. He reached down underneath you to pull off his pants and boxers, noting the way your breath hitched when his hand brushed against your clothed sensitive spot.

“Did that feel good?” he asks, taunting you. You nod your head blissfully in response, and he bites back a smile.

“Yeah? Take ‘em off,” he says, tugging at the waistband of your shorts. You waste no time lifting yourself off his lap, pulling your shorts down, and tossing them off, not caring where they landed. His ringed middle finger hooks under the crotch of your underwear, and he flicks his calloused thumb over your clit. You give a ragged gasp, bracing your palms on his chest.

“Carmy—,” you whine.

“Hmm?” he replies, acting completely oblivious to the effect he was having on you.

“I thought— I thought this was supposed to be quick,” you breathed. He slips two fingers inside you and speeds up the pace at which he was playing with your clit, causing your face to crumple with pleasure.

“I know, baby. M’still gonna take care of you, though,” he said huskily. With his thumb still working your clit, he picks up the pace, angling his fingers to hit the spot inside of you that made you lose all your senses.

“Fuck, Carmy,” whisper out in a high pitched whine. Your fingernails dig into his muscular arms, and you throw your head back and shut your eyes in anticipation, feeling the knot in your stomach stretch tighter and tighter like a rubber band. You feel two fingers grab your jaw and tilt your face down.

“Look at me, honey, look at me,” Carmy whispers, his eyes roaming over your face. He takes in the sight of you— chest heaving, forehead glistening, jaw slack with pleasure— and makes a mental picture for later.

“Carm, I’m gonna- I’m so… so close,” you whisper frantically. You feel the band inside of you snap, and you dig your fingers even deeper into his skin as your eyes loll back and you reach your peak. Carmy’s name is the only word on your lips as your legs tremble while you ride out the aftershocks of your high. His fingers slow to a stop inside of you, and he tilts his head to the side, shooting you a lazy smile.

“Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out already,” he muses. “Are you?”

“No,” you say, knitting your eyebrows in defiance. “Absolutely not,” you add, running a hand up his hardened shaft as if to prove your point.

“Christ,” he says through his teeth. He reflexively throws his head back, causing you to smirk. You pump him a few times before you line his dick up to your entrance and slowly sink down.

“Oh, shit” Carmy hisses, watching his cock disappear into you. “You’re so- oh God, fuck,” he breathes. Both of his hands shoot up to grab your tits as he watched you ride him.

“You like seeing that dick slide in n’ outta ya, hmm?” he whispers. His words shoot straight down to your pussy, creating a familiar ache. You bite down hard on your bottom lip.

"Carmy," you breathe. "If you make me come again, I just might have to stop. You don't want me to stop, do you?" you finish, your tone deceptively sweet. You watch as his eyes shifts to something darker, more needy.

"No, don't— don't fuckin' stop," Carmy says through gritted teeth. He can feel your walls hugging him tighter and tighter, bringing him closer and closer to his peak. Carmy swears right then and there in that moment that you were made just for him. He digs his fingers deep into the flesh of your hips, and uses the strength in his arms to slam you down harder onto him, causing a strangled gasp to escape your lips.

"Fuck, Carm," you whine. "Are you close?"

Your question's answered seconds later when you feel his hot release into your core. You slow down to a stop, resting your palms on his chest as you both catch your breaths. Carmy gazes at you with heavy-lidded, lust blown eyes, and the sight makes you smile. You loved how he became completely and utterly undone by your touch.

"You made a fuckin' mess of yourself. Just look at the couch," Carmy teases, running his hands up and down the sides of your waist.

"I made a mess? You're the one who came in me," you shoot back, poking an accusatory finger into his chest. "And how are you gonna tease me while you're literally still inside me?" you say, fighting back a smile.

Carmy looked down between the two of you where you were still connected, then looked back at you, feigning surprise. "Shit. You might have a point, hon," he says, grinning lazily.

"Let's clean up, okay?" you giggle. "And then after that, we need to sleep. You need to sleep. Deal?" you continue, smoothing the hair from his face and holding his face in both of your hands.

He leans in to rest his forehead on yours, planting a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. "Deal."

[aemondsquill]

Utter Devotion

Aemond Targaryen x yandere!niece!reader

Reader is Daemon and Rhaenyra's daughter

Synopsis: In which Aemond's devoted wife has enough of his clownery. Hijinks ensue.

Warnings: mention of infidelity, gore and blood, murder, slight angst and toxicity, probably misogyny, FLUFF, lmk if I missed any :)

A/N: omg baby's first fanfic (in 10 years) please let me know what y'all think!

Sweet, docile, little lamb. Those were the words that often described me, the beloved wife of the fearsome Aemond Targaryen. It was a facade my father and I carefully crafted in order to infiltrate the greens when the Stranger beckoned the King Viserys. Unfortunately, I actually fell in love with the fool.

The two months that we've been married I've been nothing but devoted. I worship the ground my dear husband Aemond walks on, he is the love of my life, my muse, and my entire heart and soul. If he was a god, I was his loyal servant. He is the air in my lungs and the blood in my veins.

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"My Lady, there are whispers that Aemond allows a witch to warm his bed during his occupation of Harrenhal" Lydia, my ever-faithful chamber maid and confidant tells me. The bile rises in my throat and suddenly my dress feels too tight. Utter betrayal bleeds into my veins and threatens to choke the life out of me. How? After being so loyal and sweet to him, this is how he chooses to repay me?

"Pack my things" I whisper in a clipped voice. I fear raising my voice anymore will display the devastation I feel. I do not know where I am going yet, but I know I need to act fast.

Too many thoughts race through my brain; ways to get even, plots to kill him and his whore, burning down all of King's Landing. Anything for him to feel even a little of the hurt I felt. The thoughts excite me. I can feel the mask I carefully crafted begin to crack. My ugly, obsessive and dangerous side wants to break out and wage war.

My mother had always told me that I was my father's daughter, in the best and worst ways. We're brave and driven, but loyal to a fault. We spill blood willingly and easily. Nothing gets in the way of what we want.

I knew then that I would have to fly to Harrenhal and take matters into my own hands.

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Under the blanket of night, I carefully exited the warm bed my lovely, traitor of a husband currently occupies. I knelt down by his side and traced his strong features with my eyes. The slope of his nose, the shape of his light eyebrows, and the beautiful sapphire that sits in his empty socket. My eyes travel down to his plush lips and the urge to feel their petal-softness nearly overtakes me. Heat pools in my lower belly, but anger and sadness ravage my heart. How easy it would be to just kill him now. Too easy.

I donned a thick black cloak and slip through a secret passage that spirals down and out of the castle. The crisp night air pebbles my skin, but I press onward to the dragon pits.

My beast is startled to see me at such an unusual hour. I run my fingers along her black jagged scales and whisper softly for only her to hear. She rumbles in response and allows me to mount her.

The sky glitters with thousands of stars above me with nary a cloud in sight. The wind tangles my hair and the heat from my dragon heats my thighs. For a moment I feel relaxed, almost calm.

Excitement envelops me as I spot the foreboding castle in the distance. I can nearly taste the witch's blood on my tongue as I urge my dragon faster.

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And incessant rapping upon his doors startles the young Prince Aemond as he studies an endless pile of scrolls.

"What?!" He barks out, irritated.

"Your wife wishes to enter" the guard replies.

"Send her in" Aemond speaks dismissively. The large wooden door creaks open and in walks his most beautiful bride. His violet eye glances up at her briefly.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, dear wife?" He questions while still attempting to decipher what Lord Lannister has written in his shoddy penmanship.

A wicked glint appears in my eyes as I lug a neatly wrapped brown box in my arms.

"I have brought you a gift from my latest excursion, Lord husband!" I could barely contain the giddiness in my voice and I approached his dark wood desk. He finally fully looked up at me, curiosity swirling in his gaze. I gingerly place the gift upon his desk with a large smile.

If he had been a little more attentive he would've noticed me discreetly shoving my blood-drenched hand behind me.

Aemond begins to tug at the plush pink ribbon with his slender fingers. When the tendrils of ribbon splay out across his desk he grasps the lid and lifts it.

"Wha-what is this?!" He flinches, startled at the cloudy green eyes that stare up at him. I felt proud that I could fit her entire head in that box without cutting off any additional parts.

"You do not recognize her without her body, husband? This is the whore you've been fucking" I speak plainly. A nearly demented smile makes my cheeks ache. He stares up at me with a wide eye, a mixture of shock and...arousal?

"I had heard whispers of you and the Rivers witch. You must understand that I could not simply allow you to besmirch our marriage like this. I have loved you and been nothing but loyal to you, my dear husband" I sneered.

"But all is well. I will forgive you're transgressions, my love" I leaned down to where our noses brushed together and whispered, "if I hear such rumors again I will not hesitate to do the very same to you, your sister, and your lovely mother" I sealed my promise with a chaste kiss against his lips.

"Threatening members of the royal family, wife? I could have your head for such treasonous words" he whispered back, admiration melting into his sultry voice.

"I must ask, where is the rest of her?" Aemond questioned casually, as if he was asking about the weather.

"I allowed my dragon to feast upon her corpse after I was finished with her. I want you to know that she died screaming and begging for her life" I spoke. He chuckled in response, which confused me even more.

"I fear what you might do to the woman who actually dares to sleep with me if this", he gesures to her head, "is all a mere whisper takes."

"You never laid with her?" I asked in astonishment. Relief bloomed in my chest. My husband was indeed not a cunt!

"No, dear wife. I inquired her about her powers, but I never fucked her" Aemond promised. I leapt forward and embraced him tightly. His warm arms slide around my waist and he presses small kisses along my hairline.

"I'm relieved, husband. I feared you were an adulterer! I almost feel foolish" I giggled lightly against his luscious lips.

"I would never forsake our marriage like that, my love. I must say, your devotion to me is highly admirable" he utters softly, "Why did you ever hide this part of you away from me?"

"I did not want to frighten you, my love. I felt if I showed you my true colors then you would hate me" I confessed, slightly embarrassed.

"I could never hate you. You are my beautiful, fierce little wife" he spoke with adoration lacing his words. I smiled at him and kissed him deeply.

"I love you."

"I love you, little wife."

[soobinzzwallet]

Be my baby ? જ⁀➴

Jake is head frat boy and you need someone to help you get rid of your ex (frat) boyfriend. Jake loves you secretly but do you? And as much as him?

What better situation to be in :D

frat boy Jake x reader

TW: violence, rumors, abuse, slutshaming

note ♡ : Enjoyyyy! I might do part 2

♡ 8:20 PM

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Summer is back, the weather is more sunnier and warm on the skin and that means bikini's out and more house parties are back. More frat house parties. Where the craziest shits happen as in dealing,stripping and whipping out you know what.

For you hell only begun now, since you broke up with your ex "k". He has been bugging you left and right about how you're missing out or you lost a diamond. A diamond? Please he was a peace of shit. Cheated on you multiple time with diff' girls. You did Not take that.

But unfortunately for you, you couldn't just be alone and weep about the heartbreak. Your friend Yunjin obviously had to drag you to another frat party that oh by the way your ex is also part of. Yeah life sucks right now for you. But you couldn't say no to Yunjin. She'll kill you if you said the simple word of two letters n and o , " no" .

She wore a black skirt witha silver top that also had diamonds on them along with glitter. She also had black boots on along with a black and silver belt around her tiny waist and silver jewelries ofc.

You wore a black short who covered enough with ripped black leggings under the shorts. You also wore a graphic black T-shirt your dad use to own and over that a black zipper with your black converse. And for jewelries you only had your silver rings and chains. They're casual.

You don't eve know how she got them to let you in. I mean you weren't the typical girl they would invite. Even when you were still in a relationship with K, He would barely bring you. You had no problem with it tho. You felt uncomfortable going there. You'd rather read your books and stay in your cozy room and sleeping in your amazing bed.

But here you are... at a frat party where your ex is a member of. God please pray for me. The booming sounds of the music was clrear from blocks away now imagine if you were actually at the house party. When you arrived before getting out of the car you let out a big ass sigh. Because tonight was really going to be a long night for you.

♡ 8:50 PM at the frat house party

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When you pulled up to the house you got hitt with a wave of smoke and a song scent of alcohol and aybe even drugs. You already begun to hate the decision you made to come to the party. Why does Yunjin have such a big effect on you? You're never able to say no to her, EVER! " Hey, let's go imma introduce you to my friends " she said.

You already knew her other girl friends who were mostly girlfriends of frat boys. They didn't like you for some reason, everyone if not most people thought you were a lesbian. And just because of a stupid rumor that K spreaded after y'all broke up. To save his ass and try to make people think he was a victim. "GUYS, this is Y/N. Y/N these are my firends, heeseung,jake,sunghoon,and jay my babyyy " she said.

they all introduced themselves and you did too. After that the one called Jake, he looked like a puppy more specifically a golden retriever. He had a black T-shirt and silver chainds and rings and a grey,blue mixed colors pants. They looked good on him, he looked good too. He was a solid 10/10 not gonna lie. He pointed at you in utter excittement " Hey our favorite lesbian ". Wich by the way he said it too loudly. You closed your eyes and internally rolled them and cursed under your breath before answering.

" I'm not a lesbian, it's just some stupid rumor!" you said trying to explain, hoping they would understand your situations. But you doubt it since they're prob friend with k. I mean they're in the same fraternity so, isn't that obvious that they would rather believe their own "brother". You just sighed again for the nth time today and decided to go look around the house and find a nice spot to chill.

You grabbed yourself a bottle of coke to have some sort of company while looking around. It was the usual college parties, drunk boys and girls. Dealers dealing , drinking , alcohol. A lot of alcohol and people being freaky in front of everyone ew. After a whie you thought you found a spot it was outside in the garden on a little secluded area from the rest.

You had a chair in hand from the bar and used it to sit on it and drink your coke while waiting for Yunjin to get done with whatever she's doing right now. You started rinking and enjoying the vieuw you had it was pretty. The stars were twinkling and they were beautiful too. It was when you almost finished your coke that you felt like you were hungry so you got back in and left the chair and the coke to go grab something to eat " maybe a cake would be good " you thought.

Your rushed trough the kitchen and trough the waves of bodies of drunk college boys and girls. It was when you almost got to your destination when suddenly a hand turned you around it was him. K grabbed your wrist and turned you around to look at him.

" Let me go! What do you want? "

" What the fuck are you doing here huh? "

" That doesn't fucking matter, let me go! "

" Oh don't worry i already know, you came here to slut around right? Trying to fuck the head frats huh? With your slutty bitch ass friend Yunjin-

SLAP!

You slapped him. You weren't going to take his shit anymore, no not anymore! But K didn't take that well, this time he choked you and pushed you to the wall. He put a lof of pressure in his hands that were on your neck. Since he was bigger and stronger than you, the pressure was even more. You almost couldn't breathe anymore and almost gave up when-

BLATCH!

A bat was smacked into his head, k fell down immediatly he was now unconscious big time. You looked at your savior trough hooded eyes, the ffect was still hard on you but it became better slowly.

" Are you okay? "

you didn't respond, couldn't actually...

" Y/N are you okay? " you remembered that voice. It was jake one of yunjin's friends. The one that looked like a golden retriever. He picked you up with a little grunt and set you on a table not far from where you guys justs standed. He took your face in his hands and checked for any bruises.

" Can you please send me somewhere,please? " you asked him and he let you go telling you to lead the way. And you did, you walked back to the area a little further away from the partying people. Soon you noticed that your coke bottle was now empty. " Oh uhm yeah sorry i drank that " he paused and continued " what happened back there? If you feel comfortable telling me ofcourse. " you responded.

" My ex is crazy, i caught him cheating and he was a pussy and started spreading rumors about me and harassing me. Because he thought i would tell other people about it " you said between little pauses.

There was a long pause until he responded " there might be a solution for this " you raised an eyebrow at him and then you suddenly realised how close y'all were to each other. So close that it'll seem that you were kissing each other. You just kept looking at him. When suddenly he closed the gap between y'all and kissed you hard. I'm saying hand on your waist that also wanted to travel to your butt but didn't.

" The solution is be my girl, baby " he said smirking at you.

♡ 9:20 PM

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No proofread

Also it's ike 1 AM here 😭😭 my sleeping schedule is fucked up

[augenblicklich-lila]

boy meets girl (Tim Drake x OC)

It's been years since I really published any of my writing. It's scary. But this seems to be the year where I do things I usually wouldn't. So fuck it. Just for funsies. Be nice to me, yeah? Love y'all ♡

I am generally a person who prefers reading/writing with OCs. I do have x Reader stuff though.

That being said: Ameena is my baby but feel free to see her name as a placeholder. I didn't specify much about her tbh and it would feel like getting rid of her if I turned her into Y/N myself T-T.

These two give me 2017/2018 music vibes. Don't ask me what that means. Alexa, play I Like Me Better by Lauv or sth.

- Lila ♡♡♡

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SYNOPSIS: All Ameena wants is a peaceful night at home after a stressful day. Watch some TV until her brain is fried enough to simply pass out. Too bad a certain vigilante ends up crashing her date with her couch. Quite literally.

WARNINGS: Mentions of wounds/injuries and blood, those being treated, etc. All that shebang that comes with being a crime-fighting vigilante. Nothing graphic though.

WORD COUNT: 1957

It had been a tiring day, so Ameena settled on doing absolutely nothing but lying on her couch and watching TV, dressed in an oversized, comfy sweater and shorts, her hair in a messy bun. As she was halfway through Guardians of the Galaxy 2, the lights and every single electronic in her apartment suddenly turned off, making a not-so-silent squeak escape her.

As her hand frantically searched around for her phone, her mind already screamed at her to get some salt and make a circle, just in case. That worry intensified by a hundred times when a crash from her bedroom echoed loudly through her apartment, followed by some pained groans and then utter silence.

She jumped when the lights came back on and waited for more noises, yet Ameena heard nothing. Her body toyed around with the idea of panicking even more, but she forced the anxiousness down and, after grabbing her trusty bat, made her way into her room.

For a moment, the sight made her dizzy. The costume, the gadgets, and oh my god- "Where the heck is all the blood coming from?!" she whisper-yelled to herself, throwing all the questions and confusion out of the window, probably along with her common sense, and dropped her bat, hurriedly checking on the boy. 

There was a big cut on his forehead, more scratches on his arms and face and a gunshot wound in his shoulder. "Please have an exit wound, pleasepleaseplease-" Ameena breathed a sigh of relief when she found it and quickly dashed to the bathroom to get one of the first aid kits she always kept around, starting to clean the wounds and all the blood once she was back in her room, thanking whatever was out there that she was part of her local Emergency Response Team. 

Otherwise, she would've probably fainted. And there was no way she could take him to the ER, dressed like that and unconscious. There was also the fact that he would most likely have no way of identifying himself, and really, that was all just too troublesome.

As she undressed him and tended to his wounds, her mind didn't stop trying to wrap itself around what the hell just had happened. As much as a part of her wished it was just an extremely good cosplayer that had somehow climbed several floors into her secure apartment after he'd gotten into a very bad fight, she knew this was the real deal after seeing all the traps in the suit that she luckily didn't trigger.

"Did I get high? Is there a gas leak?" she ran a hand through her hair, getting up and throwing all the bloody gauze, bandages and towels into the trashcan, eyeing the mess that was her room. "He must've crashed into my dresser when he landed, shit." she gathered all the clothes that were strewn around, shoving the drawers back into place and picking the glass shards from broken picture frames.

The moment she stopped bustling around, the reality of what had occurred crashed down on her. "Oh my god, Tim Drake is in my apartment. What.the.fuck."

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Six hours later, at about four in the morning, Ameena was checking his vitals once more, making sure his pulse and respiration were normal and taking his temperature, frowning when it was quite high compared to the slight warmth she'd felt on his forehead just an hour ago. 

"Maybe he was injured for a while before he even arrived here?" she wondered out loud to herself. That would explain the incoming fever, at least, because she had been very thorough with the cleaning of his wounds and dressing them properly. She gently placed her hand on his hot forehead, jumping lightly when the boy groaned and slowly blinked his eyes open.

"I was," he answered in a hoarse voice, not seeming to realize where he was, or more where he wasn't. He squinted up at Ameena, who quickly snatched her hand away to dim the light of her bedside lamp. "Who- where-?"

"Shh." she gently pushed him back down when he tried pushing himself up into a sitting position, trying to keep her movements to a minimum, not wanting to come off as a possible threat. She knew she'd be freaked about waking up in a place you don't know with a complete stranger. Well, Ameena knew who he was, at least, not that it would matter much. "My name is Ameena and you're in my apartment. Crashed in here, quite literally." she lightly joked, gesturing at her messed-up drawer.

His eyes flickered around the room, taking everything in at a rapid speed. Then they snapped to the shredded remains of his suit and his half-naked state, his chest that was covered expertly in bandages and the bandaids plastered all over his face. His fingers instantly rushed up to his face, because for some reason his dizzy brain felt the need to confirm that he was unmasked in front of this girl.

"Don't worry," Ameena held her hands up in front of her. "I would've known who's under the mask anyways without taking it off and your head wound was bleeding a lot." the moment the words left her mouth, she cringed. "Wait, I should have worded that better. I'm not a stalker or a villain if that's what you think." taking a peek at the look on his face, she buried her face in her hands. "That is what you think. Perfect. I just- I mean no harm to you or anyone, really, so please don't do anything- I have no idea how to explain without sounding like a nutjob but I have proof, I swear, and-"

"Stop." Tim placed his hands on the girl's shoulder, slightly concerned with how red her head was getting. "Breathe. Ameena, right?" receiving a nod, he continued. "Just calm down and start explaining. I'm not gonna do anything, I swear. I'm just as confused about this situation, so please go on. Slowly this time, though." he sent her a slight smile when she took a deep breath, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

"Okay so, to simplify it, you're not in your universe anymore."

Tim nodded slowly, taking this in. "Do you know another version of me?" Definitely not the weirdest thing that happened to him and also not the weirdest question he ever had to ask.

"Well, kind of?" Ameena answered, grinning sheepishly. "I think it's best if I just show you. Promise me not to freak out too much?" If it was anyone else she was talking to, she'd probably try easing them in, but Tim had always seemed like the type of person who'd appreciate the simple, hard facts delivered straightforwardly. And maybe an interesting and unique way of looking at things, so she threw caution to the wind and handed him her phone. "Just google yourself while I get some stuff." 'Some stuff' being her precious Red Robin comics and some others. "Oh and I feel like Tim Drake will be a more effective search than Red Robin. Don't want to end up looking at the restaurant info, right?" 

With that she escaped to the living room, face flushed from that awkward as-hell attempt at a joke. She gathered up the comics from the shelf, taking her sweet time to give Tim a moment to wrap his mind around the fact that he was a fictional character in this world.

She walked back into her room, setting the things down next to herself on the bed. "So, are you losing your mind yet, or...?"

"I'm very tempted to say 'what the actual fuck'"

Ameena snorted at that, smothering her laughter behind her hand. "Go ahead, I'm not stopping you. In fact, I have more what-the-fuck-material, right here." she placed the stack of comics on his lap. "Be careful please, they're precious to me and I will most definitely cry if anything happens to them."

Tim raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?" he carefully picked up the first volume of his own comic, staring at his own face on the cover with what looked like a mix of bewilderment, objection, awe, and a bit of confusion. "From 2009? Please tell me we're at least in the same year."

"It's actually 2018. August 22nd."

The raven-haired boy breathed a sigh of relief. "That was the date back home. That's something at least." without thinking, he dropped back down on the bed, groaning in pain. 

"Dude, you have to be careful with that." a look at his dressing told her that the wound opened again. Giving him a blank stare, she picked up the comics to bring them to safety and far away from the blood. "There goes the great job I did on that wound, Timothy." she swiftly grabbed some sterile pads, gauze and alcohol wipes, removing the bandages and getting to work.

Tim cringed, not only at the pain but also at the choice of name. "Please just say Tim. Timothy sounds-"

"Posh? Second-tier classic? An aristocrat. Or spoiled brat-" she cut him off, giggling when he let out an indignant 'hey!'. "Which is none of the things you are...probably."

"Probably?"

"Well, yeah. I don't actually know you. Just because you're one of my favorite characters in a comic series. God, this is such a messed-up thing to say." A few hours ago, all this was nothing but fiction, like theories about the multiverse and dimension travel and now- "I think I need to sleep soon." she said, rubbing her eyes once she was done cleaning the wound and starting to wrap the bandages around it again.

"You're good at this," he commented quietly, leaning forward so she had better access. "You got experience with stuff like this?"

"Wound care and first aid, yup. People crashing into my place from other worlds, not so much. But Emergency Relief and that kind of work tends to be a lot more chaotic." she yawned, stretching her arms and smiling in satisfaction at her work. Grabbing her pajamas, she left the room, changing in her living room, behind the door. 

"What are you doing?" the vigilante asked, watching Ameena grab her pillows off the bed, along with a blanket. "You don't have to sleep in the living room. Your bed is big enough, or I could take the couch-"

"No way in hell. You're injured and I gotta get some meds for you in the morning before you even think about walking around the apartment." staring at the space Tim had made for her, she huffed, throwing the pillows back down and all but throwing herself onto the bed. "Fuck it, I haven't slept in like 30 hours, I deserve this."

"That's not good for you, you know." Tim pointed out, once the light was off and the room was shrouded in darkness. He didn't need to see anything to hear Ameena lift her head and feel her incredulous stare, cracking up with laughter a second later.

"That's a lot, coming from the guy who has whole Tumblr pages dedicated to his sleep deprivation and coffee addiction." she shot back, snuggling deeper into her blanket. After a few minutes of silence, she finally dared to ask. "What are you gonna do now?"

A troubled sigh escaped the male. "Wait, I guess."

Ameena hesitated, delicately grabbing Tim's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, not knowing what to say or do otherwise. How do you comfort someone in his situation? "I'll wait with you, if you want," she mumbled, smiling when he squeezed back. 

"Okay." was all he said, sounding half-asleep already.

"By the way, if you do anything while I'm asleep, I'll kill you."

"Fair."

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

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[rinhoes]

﹙⸻ leah's 500 follower event ﹚WEEK ONE :: DAY ONE — HAKKAI SHIBA. ⸻ "𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄"

HAKKAI NEVER HAD A PROBLEM being the man on the side; in fact, he found the whole thing invigorating. The idea of fucking someone else's girlfriend sent excitement straight to his core. Watching Y/N bounce on his thick cock in the backseat of his BMW while her boyfriend waited just a few steps away in the posh restaurant sent arousal down his body. Hakkai thought it was amusing, with his soft pink lips sucking on her brown nipples, as she moaned his name during their heated little quickie. “Oh my god, Hakkai. Y-yes baby please.”

He would look at her lewd expression with a smirk on his face, “What baby? Your boyfriend still isn’t fucking you right?” He’d tease, pulling down on her thick coils, he licked and sucked on her soft neck. Hakkai loved being the man on the side, being able to have someone so beautiful as her hot and wet for him, feeling the way her cunt hugged his thick member, her boyfriend could never. Whatever his name was, Hakkai never bothered to remember it. With her mewls filling the car's exterior, heat condensing on the window, Y/N was more than thankful for the heavily tinted windows and night sky covering their lewd ac. His mushroom tip rubbing gently on her sweet spot, she would arch her body against his thick chest. “There you go, princess. Show me how good I feel in you.” His deep voice rattled in her chest.

Throwing her head back in utter bliss, Hakkai smirked again, biting the moans threatening to spill from his lips. Her warm pussy fluttered around his girth, his grip on her plushy thighs would tighten as his hot cum flooded her tight walls. "Oh look who's calling—" Hakkai joked through his heavy pants as his gaze drifted from her bare chest to the pink iPhone with the man's contact photo. "I guess you're running late, huh baby?.

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I wasn't sure if I should have added the taglist or not for the event so I did it anyway. lmfao 😭, anywho this post kicks off my follower event, hope y'all enjoy it. THANKS FOR 500 🤎

[highladyluck]

Wheel of Time 01x05 liveblog

Teaser:

offerings! to ward off the Forsaken!!! FORSAKEN DEMON STATUES!!!!! I love this so much I need the entire set please sell them to me [ok so what is the funniest instrument for Asmodean's statue to have and what is the funniest placement for it in relation to him? I vote him crawling out of a tuba but I will also accept that his stomach is bagpipes or he is riding on a demonic accordian]

[from the recap] I love Mat's liquid grace when he's dagger vibing.

White for funerals (I like the music too!)

Nyneave holding her braid like it's a stuffed animal

That is a lot of people. The king's army too, or just the Tar Valon losses?

Timeskip one month!

Nyneave worried about Stepin... lotta subtext there re: the warder bond and what the loss of Moiraine might do to Lan, etc etc

Mat does NOT look well. This is gonna break my fucking heart.

Rand "I've seen that mountain before" al'Thor, when the fuck would you have seen that mountain before, pray tell?

Tar Valon theme!!! Are those the dulcet tones of Al'Natio or is it something else?

CAMEL!!!!

awwww Mat looked briefly excited for what I assume is the the first time in a month

Mat like full-body eyerolls when Rand implies he needs a bath, love that Mat can still convey utter disdain basically entirely through body language

Fuck y'all got me Cauthoring, I was like "THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED???!?" until the camera panned over to the other bed. Is this disappointment sufficient grounds to sue Rafe for queerbaiting? Please discuss

...wait ok wtf happened, Rand was not this grimy a second ago. These are some very dirty boys.

Mat is haunted by his unclear memory already, this poor boy

Nyneave thesis statement: "I don't care about the Amyrlin or your Tower politics. I care about my people."

"But will you tell me?" ooooooooh fight fight fight

Moiraine trying to warn; Nyneave bluffing

"Can you ever go back to being who you were? No, but it's a gift" is the attitude Mat “It’s not a gift if I steal it” Cauthon should have, but absolutely does not, and it is right that Nyneave is also being given this advice since they are both the ones who cling most tightly to their roots and are also the unreliablest narrators

You can tell Moiraine likes Nyneave, and you can also tell that Nyneave does not believe that Moiraine likes her

Perrin is so cute omggggggggggg his haiiiiiiir (but also still dressed very drably, pointing out that he hasn't acclimated like Egg has)

Ugh *now* it is time for Egg to fall afoul of Whitecloaks, I see how it is

ooooooof this is gonna fuck up everybody

I appreciate Aram's lived experience but I am pretty sure Valda specifically would kill anyone

Rand you fucking nerd, running straight for the Prophecies of the Dragon

Loial! Great voice :)

Rand is so defensive about being a ginger

I just realized Loial gives me Worf vibes and I'm here for it

Egwene as Jain Farstrider's reincarnation... *ponders* ...WAIT is he dead? Or do people just think he's dead?

oh my god Mat (well, at least he's still ok if he can look at girls)

Logain: cackles | Me: cackles

Mat: "I won't be like that" Oh honey, baby, my precious horrible gremlin child, I'm crying T_T Rand: "I promise" Me: “KISS”

Rand: "You'd do the same for me?" Mat, utterly unconvincingly: "You bet" [omfg 'you bet' it's never just a colloquialism with Mr. Gambling Addiction over here]

"Young boy with a death wish" lord how many of those does this series have?

FOUND FAMILY

uuuugh I love the RITUALS [during the candle-lighting]

...literally never seen a purification ritual that also felt so degrading (but thankfully, in an impersonal, not-really-sexualized way). I suspect this is a taste of things to come, both in a way I won't go into for spoilers reasons and also more generally in that if there is more onscreen violence in combination with nudity in this show, I expect it to continue be desexualized, especially if it involves women. This is the contract that Robert Jordan (mostly) upheld with book readers and I'm going to be extremely upset if the show follows GoT cues on violence against women instead. So far, so good.

Thank god Egwene is smart. I love Eggy. She's like 'fuck you'

oooooh golden eyes

Valda. ooooooooof.

"The pain is the only thing I have left of her and I'm not ready to let go of it yet" / "Don't worry, the pain will never go away" ooooof, this was a lovely exchange though

I love how after he leaves and Nyneave is alone, she eyes the ajar door almost like, flirtatiously. Like "mmmm I know I shouldn't but I'm totally gonna go exploring"

Liandrin trying to be friendly is so goddamn patronizing

I'm so scared [of dagger!Mat meeting Nyneave] phew at least he didn't hurt Nyneave

Life and death is the theme of this episode

Is breakbone fever tetanus? *squirrels this information away for fic reasons*

"The fever had broken, not her"

Is Perrin gonna confess?

I think you should light Valda's head on fire (my brain: "You must have got one of them / combustable heads" )

It's werewolf Perrin! At last at last

*cackles delightedly as Egwene stabs a bitch*

Wolfies :)

...ok is that a lie from Liandrin about Nyneave, or can she say it because she's cloaking it as an assumption?

I support The Gay Shit but I do not like Liandrin hitting on Moiraine

offerings! to ward off the Forsaken!!! FORSAKEN DEMON STATUES!!!!! I love this so much I need the entire set please sell them to me [ok so what is the funniest instrument for Asmodean's statue to have and what is the funniest placement for it in relation to him? I vote him crawling out of a tuba but I will also accept that his stomach is bagpipes or he is riding on a demonic accordian]

oh hai it's our buddy Ishamael, Father of Lies :)

Moiraine looks like she's gonna cry :(

persimmons from Tar Valon! (These are hachiya persimmons, which are only edible out of hand when they’ve matured enough, which makes them a bit of a symbolic fruit for the long-lived Aes Sedai. It’s not in the books but it’s a very lovely little worldbuilding detail they added for the show!)

"Look, I'm nervous about my first gay sex, pls comfort me Daddy Lan"

out of the mouths of warders comes wisdom about the Wisdom

Ok that position can not be comfortable, how tf do you sleep like that? ...I mean I guess you can if you're drugged, that's obviously the point, but still

oh dear.

Oh I love the droning. ooooooof. That was very powerful.

[jikseud]

In Another Life

pairings: chan x reader

wc: 1.1k

genre: tiny fluff, little angst

warnings: kind of messy ending (?) a little sadness.

note: here's a little drabble for y'all. and yes this is kind of inspired by 5SoS' song "She Looks So Perfect" and yes this hasn't been proof read yet but hope you enjoy it!!! +I'm sorry in advance if it's not that good huhu

“Hey Y/n... ” Chan whispered as we lay silently, staring at the stars above us. I answered him with a quiet hum, closing my eyes slowly. “I was thinking... ” he started. “What if one day, I show up at your door... with a plane ticket, and a shiny diamond ring with your name on it..." he paused. My eyes opened to look at him, silently asking him to continue. “Well... would you want to run away? With me? ” he said, looking deeply into my eyes. I stared back at him and saw the sincerity and hope in them.

God, I love this man.

I deeply took a breath before breaking our eye contact. I smiled ahead of me before answering, “I don't know? What's in it for me?”.

He laughed at me. “Hmm, I'm not really sure about what else you want but, we'll be together 24/7, I give you that, I'd cook for you everyday, clean the house with you... and the rest... we can just figure it out on the way and I will make sure to give you everything you deserve and everything you ever wanted,” he replied.

“Like?” I pressed. He held my hand as he hummed.

“Like a big house, one that's big enough for our future kids to run around in as if they were in a huge field. Or that one necklace you'd always whined about, or that one bag that looks so pretty but so expensive as well, or that sports car you always talked to me about, or the penthouse we always dreamed of getting, or maybe this one expensive and modern looking house just a few blocks away from here... and anything and everything you want...” he faltered, seeming to dig inside his head for more ideas. I smiled at his cuteness.

“Tell you what… I don't really want anything else. You know I will run away with you even if the only thing we have is this little blanket...” I paused, lifting the blanket that's covering the both of us. “Oh and something that will help us live of course,” I continued then I turned to face him, lifting both of my hands to cup his face. “You know I'm not a picky person Chan, I'd run away with you even without the shiny diamond ring, the plane ticket, a luxury living space... all that, heck you could even offer me a small old apartment with holes on the ceiling and cracks on the walls and I'll be packing my bags in an instant,” I joked. “Chan, having you here with me and knowing that you had my back whenever is already enough. Just seeing you happy makes me happy, and contented as well so whatever it is that you could offer, may it be a small thing or a big thing, I'd gratefully take it as long as you'll be here to stay with me... As long as you promise to not leave me ever,” I told him as I deeply looked into his watering eyes. “You're literally all I need, Chan.” I finished my mini speech.

He slowly smiled after failing to blink his tears away. “I'm supposed to be the one making this romantic and all but you beat me to it,” he sniffled once before speaking again. “Anyways, I promise. I promise I'd stay by your side until my last breath, even in the afterlife, and even in our next life... I'm literally your soulmate but if I wasn't, I will do everything in my power to make sure that I'd be your soulmate no matter what, even if you don't feel the same about me anymore, I'd make sure you fall in love with me all over again. I'd make you fall in love with me all over again,” he swore and I laughed slightly at him.

He looked at me, looking offended that I laughed at his little promise and so I gave him a kiss before replying, "You silly little baby, even when I don't feel the same anymore, the universe will always find it's way to bring me back to you. We're soulmates after all and I refuse to have any other person as my soulmate. You're already more than enough for me so I wouldn't dare to let you go."

He smiled so wide at me before locking me in his hold. “You promise that?” he asked and I chuckled at him.

“I promise, cross my heart,” I answered. He tightened his hold on me.

“You swear? Even if your tongue gets cut off?” he asked again and this time, I laughed harder at him.

“I swear on my life,” I assured him as he turned me around to give me a kiss.

He looked at me deep in the eyes before landing another kiss, a longer one, on my lips.

“I love you, Y/N. So much,” he whispered and I felt my heart beat faster at his admission.

Even after hearing those words from him plenty of times already, everytime he says it feels like the first time all over again.

Still gives me butterflies and still makes my heart skip a beat.

“I love you more, Chan. More than you could ever imagine.”

-

And think I was so wrong for loving you more.

I shouldn't have held on to your promises so I wouldn't be hurting this much right now because in the end, you still left me.

You left me so easily with the same amount of ease you had when you threw those promises to me that night. You left me in a snap of a finger that I couldn't do anything but take it all in.

And now I cry silently beside your lifeless form, laying peacefully in front of me as I stare lovingly at you just like I did all those years ago. Memorising every detail of your beautiful features, too scared to forget how you would look like if I ever tear my eyes away from you even for a second. The only difference now is that my love for you is now being accompanied by numbness and sadness which used to be pure love and utter happiness.

I wasn't ready for this at all. I didn't see this coming and the chances of this happening was buried so deep in the back of my head that I never thought it would actually happen.

I never thought the day you'd leave me would actually come and I never thought it would come this soon. I just wish I had prepared more so it wouldn't hurt this much.

But maybe... things really do happen for a reason. In our case, the reason maybe is that this lifetime isn't for us. Maybe we weren't destined for each other in this life. Maybe the universe had store something more for the two of us on another lifetime and maybe we should just keep waiting until we get what we deserve.

So, even if it hurts, I will still hold on to your promise. I'll still believe that you will find me again in another life. I believe, our time will come soon, it doesn't have to be now but maybe in another life, Chan.

Maybe in another life.

-

A/N: Hehe.

[teenyweenynightghost]

Måneskin Group Chat- Chapter 6

(Ok so now that I fixed the emotional mess that I created I can return to what I do best: chaos and sarcasm<3)

Warnings: Language, photos but not explicit (honestly if you’re browsing THIS side of tumblr ya should be fine)

[Måneskin House] Fri 18:57

D: Why did I just hear Vic scream

T: What?

y/n: He just heard Vic scream

y/n: did you lose your eye sight?

T: Do you have any idea just how suspicious you're acting

Y/n: Oh don't be absurd, I'm just hanging at home with my two Angl-Nubian goats, my perfect and very much alive boyfriend and a dead body

D: A what now

y/n: MY B O Y F R I E N D

y/n: Do i really need to make appointments for you two at the doctor's office? You promised last time that you would do it yourselves

D: Fuck the doctor what do you mean A DEAD BODY

T: A STATEMENT SAID RIGHT AFTER VIC'S SCREAM

y/n: hey remember dami that time she started patting your head while you were sleeping so she could post it on insta

D: OH well then please resume your activities

Y/n: Hm and THomas darling

Y/n: Who loves waking you up by throwing the speaker in your room?

T: A dead body NOw i suppose

Y/n: Glad there are no complaints

V: IS THAT WHAT IT TAKES FOR HER TO WIN YOU OVER

V: YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF VIPERS

D: Yeah but Thomas is the Cobra:D

V: FUCK ALL OF YOU especially YOU Ethan

E: Don't drag me into this

V: no? NO?

D: What did he do

V: Well, let's see, while y/n had me strapped to a chair and looking through my phone laughing her ass off at my clear discomfort, HIS BITCH ASS JUST CAME IN THERE, brushed away her stupid damn hair like 'ewu cuccolina dO yOu WanT SomEthINg to DrInK" ?

V: COMPLETELY IGNORING ME

Y/n: Awww sweetie if you wanted attention you could just ask🙃

V: Oh i'll fucking show you attention

... [cue some time later]

Y/n: Y'all vic has been pretty damn quiet hasn't she

E: NO SHE HAS NOT

D: Oooo whats thAT about

E: Y/n I didn't know you took...pictures

Y/n: oh oho Oh Oh OH OH OH

T: can i not be woken up by screams anymore why in this dirty world did y/n just scream VICTORIAAa as if she was going to kill her

Y/N: OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE HER

[switch to DMs between VicDeAngelis and YN]

Y/n: Oh this is how you wanna play you little shit baby

V: Oh well sweetheart, he's your boyfriend- why would he not enjoy that🙃

Y/n: UGH you know you're the only one who's seen them!

V: Oh believe me, I know that puppy

Y/n: oh you're bringing the puppy thing back now huh

V: Well it always made you blush in the prettiest of places

[Switch to Dms between Edgar and YN]

E: IM SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THEY WERE

y/n: Nah don't worry

y/n: However Vic on the other side has a LOT to worry about if you know what i mean ;)

E:... threesome?

Y/n: What? No-

Y/n: Oh hold up

E: Im down if you are

Y/n: I might just have an idea

[Switch to DMs between VicDeAngelis and Y/N]

y/n: hey vic, i was trying this new swimsuit on what do you think

V: something is definitely off but im not passing an opportunity of seeing anything ;)

Y/n:

V: you don’t look bad at all puppy;)

y/n: i agree- i also bought this shampoo set which is chocolate scented 

y/n: i literally smell like a dessert

V: i bet you taste like one too

Y/n: well, per ethan’s request, you’re more than welcome to join him in his discovery

V: i’ll be over in 10

... [an impressive amount of time later]

[Måneskin House]

T: which one of you motherfuckers ate all the whipping cream

V: y/n

Y/n: Me? Really? I didn’t even get to taste it

T: 😑

D: what do you me- OOOOOOHOHOHOOHOHOOHOHOH

D: HOOOOO LEEEEEEE FUUUUUUUUCKK

D: OMG  youu kinky little bastards

T: what WHAT

D: ETHAN + VIC + Y/N + WHIPPING CREAM

T: OH MY GOD

T: well fucking finally

Y/n: if one more word is uttered about this matter im deleting the group

E: five

T: five?

D: NO FUCKING WAY HOOOOO

T: OMG Y/N FIVE FUCKING TIMES?

Y/n: I will kill you all, individually, and i will do it so slowly you won’t know whether you’re alive or dead

D: kinky

Y/n: DAMIANO I SWEAR TO GOD

Y/N: fuck this im out- ethan go get me an ice pack

E: of course love

D: Damn even an ice pack

T: I never thought i would say this, but i have never been so happy to be so far away from the comfort of my home

E: Yeah two neighbours already came to complain

V: I had the pleasure of dealing with them

D: That thought alone sends shivers through my spine

V: It should

T: Anyway WHO WANTS PIZZA

Y/N: ME BITCH

T: you would think you wouldn’t be so hungry anymore

Y/n: you got the pizza or no man (spoken in a heavily italian accent)

T: hahaha making fun of our accents now huh

Y/n: nooo, me? im a good vagazza

T: OOO we ave imitating edgav now ave we

E: how about no

D: ok so how about someone actually goes and gets the pizza

T: i already ordered it

V: i love how we’re all in the same house yet we aren’t making any efforts of actually talking

y/n: talking is overrated

T: Pizza is hereee

(cue 5 people now transformed into monkeys running to be the first ones there, so that they may remove the little table from the centre of the pizza)

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I swear i didn’t mean to make it dirty, however my hormones are currently on a rollercoaster and that one comment i saw about doing an ethan x reader x vic thing just stayed in my head

Anyway, im gonna try and make a few more chapters today, please send me an ask if you want anything in particular to go down or if you want to be added to my tag list

until then, ciao dearies

@fuckim-so-gay​ @ginny-lily​

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush

Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)

But he absolutely loves spoiling you

Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.

He loves dressing you up and showing you off

But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased

A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng

He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club

He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi

American gangster vibes, honestly

He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else

He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me

Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour

Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up

Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me

He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you

A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu

He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry

From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy

He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable

He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it

He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you

But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while

His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators

His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise

He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out

He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars

He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out

He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way

He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side

It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill

But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist

Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter

His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders

He's a god at eating you out

He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh

Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming

His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf

It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him

The King of Aftercare™

He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry

Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear

He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back

Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing

He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?

Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you

He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better

Help, my heart's so full 🤧

Kato Haru

This man is a sweetie pie, honestly

Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun

Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant

He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time

Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀

Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby

Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions

He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute

Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'

Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt

Spooning. So much spooning

Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.

One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio

The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions

Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too

Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products

He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao

He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers

The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:

1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead

You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add

You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared

Shower sex = never again

But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair

He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power

He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex

And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it

He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute

He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage

He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels

Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well

One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat

He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir

He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him

But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad

His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does

Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even

But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't

Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while

You're his safety net

When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again

He hates putting so much on your shoulders

But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere

This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[jjmaybnks]

i get to love you- jj maybank

summary; yours and jj’s story 

word count: 1.1k

so i wrote this inspired by the song “i get to love you” by ruelle. i highly recommend you listen whilst reading!!

i hope you enjoy my lovelies! i’m also taking requests so please if you have a request please let me know!! also not my gif if its yours please msg me and i’ll give u creds.

one look at you, my whole life falls inline

you knew he was your person. when you first saw him those many months ago on the boneyard, a beer in one hand and his hat in the other. you weren't sure what it was that drawn you to him, maybe it was his blonde shaggy hair that fell in front of his face, sculpting him out beautifully. or maybe it was his laugh. his deep laugh that could make even the darkest souls smile. it could have been his smile, the ways his cheeks creased and the way his eyes closed. you weren't sure but you knew that you fell hopelessly in love with him before you even uttered two words to him. you felt calm, safe even. knowing he was there was enough to make you smile, make you feel like the happiest girl alive.

it shocked you that he even noticed you, you didn't attract a lot of attention but how could he not, he thought you were beautiful. he admired how your (y/h/c) hair was tucked behind your ears and the way you twirled some loose strands of your hair around your pointer finger. the way your (y/e/c) eyes seemed to shine in the light, making him lose all sense of thought. all he could think about was you. he knew that he loved you before he even uttered two words to you.

i prayed for you before I called you mine

he was all that you wanted. he was who you dreamed about before you fell asleep at night. he was the prince charming you read about when you were younger, the prince charming you consistently thought about, hoping he'd sweep you off of your feet one day. and he did. on a calm evening, february 6th. you'd always remember that date, it was when he made you his.

"(y/n) i can't stop thinking about you, you're on my mind when i open my eyes and the last thought i have right before i sleep" jj breathed out nervously, looking you in the eyes. he found the confidence to carry on his speech before you could interrupt, he knew you would have. "i just want to make sure you're okay and happy and safe and fuck i can't even begin to explain the way you make me feel inside, like, one million tingles flow through my body, when i see you, when i hear your voice or your cute laugh, fuck (y/n/n) i love you" he finished off, rocking on the balls of his feet whilst he waited for your reply.

you smiled, wider then you have in your life. there was nothing you could say, so you did the one thing you've dreamed of doing for as long as you could remember. you stood on your tiptoes and wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him in for a long-overdue kiss. it was true. everything they said. the fireworks that you feel right now, felt like nothing you ever felt before. your lips moulded perfectly with his, your body was tingling with pleasure as his hands gripped your waist.

you were all that he wanted, he remembered his mom talking about love a lot when he was a young boy, just before she left and how one day he'd meet the girl he would do anything for, the girl he would fall effortlessly in love with, and that girl happened to be you.

i get to love you, it's the best thing i'll ever do

you were happy, the happiest you've ever been, every day seemed to be another adventure you'd face and it was worth every minute, as long as you were with jj. he was your rock. he kept you grounded just as you kept him. he was your best friend.

"do you ever think about our future jj?' you asked him, whilst playing with his rings that littered his fingers, whilst his fingers ran through your hair, removing any knots you may have had.

"all the time baby" he replied, his eyes fluttering shut before he continued speaking "we get married, on the beach, where we first met and i knew i was in love with you. we have some children and god i hope they look like you, you're stunning baby" he grinned as he saw the light pink blush coat your cheeks. your smile never faded as you pulled him in for a loving kiss.

it's a promise I'm making to you

you never wanted to let jj down nor did he want to let you down. you would always be there for him, no matter the circumstances, if it was a fight with topper or rafe, or if it had to do with his dad. you would always be there for him.

"i got a jet going straight in my butt right now, y'all should get in immediately, ya hear me, salud" jj almost shouted pouring more alcohol into his glass before he quickly downed the rest in the glass bottle.

"how much did this cost?" pope had asked with a look of both confusion and concern on his face.

"well, with the generator, the petrol, and, oh hey, express delivery, huh pretty much all of it, yeah all of it" jj replied notchantely, you could tell he didn't care and god, your heart was breaking for the poor blonde boy who was broken in front of you.

"you spent all of the money in one day?" pope had questioned rather aggressively, his eyes going wide.

"guys you only live once, right, enough of this emotional shit get in the cats' ass, c'mon" jj was broken, and only you could help him heal, to mend his broken heart.

you sat there in shock, whilst pope and kie were talking about what he could have done with the money he stole from barry, when he suddenly stood up "well you know what, i didn't do that. i got a hot tub. for my friends. for my girl. i got a hot tub for my friends and my girl. you know what screw friends, i got a hot tub for my family" you saw the bruises on his stomach and instantly knew they were from his father.

"baby, it's okay, i'm here, i know you're hurting right now but i'm here and i love you. i promise, i'm not going anywhere" you gently walked closer to the hot tub and stepped in, not caring about your clothes that were now dripping wet, you just wanted jj to be okay.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and yours found the back of his neck, pulling him as close as humanly possible. he needed you, he needed all of his family. he started crying, mumbling into your shoulder and he squeezed you against him so you didn't leave him. you'd never leave him.

"i can't take him anymore" jj sobbed uncontrollably

"it's okay baby, you can stay with me, my family loves you, baby i promise it's going to be okay" you assured him swaying gently in the hot tub whilst you played with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

and that is the exact moment when you promised you'd never let jj down, you couldn't, just like he'd never let you down.

i get to love you it's the best thing that I'll ever do i get to love you it's a promise I'm making to you whatever may come, your heart, I will choose forever I'm yours, forever I do

"i love you jj maybank, forever im yours, forever i do"

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4, 10, 13, 17, 18, 25, 27, 36 sorry they're good and stuff.

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

hahahaha i know this isn't the intent of the question but y'all already know it's baby. got hit with that first baby in a buddie wip i'm reading and felt myself physically swoon.

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

um. i feel like there's definitely things i'm not thinking of but the your blue eyed boys series and its sequel series. god. i think about it all the time. i used to re-read the whole thing every year but i haven't in awhile. something about steve's complete and utter dedication to bucky, his tenacity in figuring out a way to help him despite having no fucking clue where to start just does something to me. the things they carried kind of collectively fucked up my entire friend group in high school. this is me trying haunts me. tiny houses. oof. there are definitely more not-fic examples but i can't think of them atm bc i barely read anything besides fic lately.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

maybe grief. i have a hard time putting the small quiet moments of loving someone into words. things that resonate with me personally are sometimes easier to write and sometimes harder, it just depends how i'm doing and what i'm writing.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

okay i'm gonna talk about shadow even though i'm not really actively writing it right now bc i've been thinking about it for REASONS and bc its my beefiest wip. its one of the million fics spawned by a buddie playlist you made me (MWAH!) inspired by one particular song on there. a very specific scene of baby eddie at a college party with his sister meeting a very out and very queer and slightly older buck and just losing his whole ass mind came to me on my work commute.

so basically the fic started with this mental image of buck in a crop top and glitter - you can see him here lovingly drawn by @demonlandline 😍😍😍 like the image was SO clear in my head and still is and i still can't believe i get to look at him eep

but then its sort of spiralled out into this much larger story of eddie exploring his queerness and facing the ideas of who he was supposed to be and i think i'm probably gonna project a lot of my catholic bullshit and thoughts about my own queerness and all the other reasons i am obsess about eddie into the story. and i think it will be a beast to write, because there will be some fun scenes and i'm planning for a lot of smut but there will be a lot of heavy shit too. so it'll be awhile before i can focus on it but. i'm excited about it.

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

i was really really nervous to write Q, because I'd never really fleshed out an OC before but mostly because they're nonbinary and i'm cis and i just didn't want to fuck up.

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know?

sex?! hah. there's a reason i'm so comfortable writing smut. 🤷🏻‍♀️ parenting. healthy communication and healthy romantic relationships. i guess i could write more about gardening or sewing or taking care of an iguana or cooking or any of my other weird/random experiences/interests but i don't think i've really worked any of that into my writing yet. i definitely know way too much about higher education in the us but i have no interest at all in writing about that :)

okay i skipped two bc this is hella long and i'm afraid tumblr will eat it before i can post

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What Happens Next?

A/N: Y'ALL I FUCKIN DID IT I FINISHED THE DAMN FIC. So I definitely bit off more than I could chew by making my first fic a multipart with so much fucking emotion and such a busy plot but lol we did it! Thank you to everyone who has read the story and asked to be tagged and sent me kind words I love y'all so damn much.

Warnings/Rating: 18+ explicit content, very soft romantic smut, unprotected sex, almost a blowjob, James finishes inside the reader. A lot of fluffy love making petty much a great time.

Summary: In the sixth and final chapter of this series, James and you finally figure your shit out. You have to stop running from each other, what you have is far too brilliant...

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Part Six

Annie's Diner

"I'm a nurse! I'm a nurse, let me see him!" A soft voice calls out over your shoulder. James' head turns towards the voice, his eyes fluttering back open.

"James?" You ask urgently.

"Relax doll, I was just restin' my eyes for a second. Fightin' off assholes is hard work."

He slowly raises to brace himself on his elbows, wincing a little while he does.

The nurse comes around and drops to her knees on the other side of him. She's a pretty little thing with honey colored hair and bright brown eyes.

"Just give us one second dear, I'm certain he's alright I just need to check for a concussion."

You don't answer, you just nod and get up to turn to the small crowd that's begun to disperse, seemingly disappointed with the lack of action.

This is an opportunity for you to finally take a deep breath and process everything that's happene. Air fills your lungs, shoulders rising and tensing for a moment. You release and let your posture fall back down, letting yourself portray outwardly how drained you feel inside. You've gone from hating James and being terrified of him, to being saved by him, to understanding him to… what now? If everything he's said is true, then everything that happened between you two is just as meaningful as it was before prom. Although, misunderstanding or not, it still hurt like hell. You should be more cautious, right? You shouldn't just run back into his arms like everything's fine, even though it is.

You turn to look back at him, long legs sprawled on the pavement while the alleged nurse checks his pulse and his pupils. He's joking about something, you can tell by the way his eyebrows are sitting higher and the lopsided smile on his face. He's propped up on his elbows, strong arms straining against his shirt. The image sends you back to the afternoon that changed it all, you remember his solid body collapsing onto your lap in a dramatic display of feigned illness. Your lips twitch into a small smile at the thought. You shake your head and walk back towards them.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you look worried about me doll." He jests, the nurse turns to glance at you and smiles fondly.

"Your fella is just fine dear, try and keep him on a shorter leash next time." She chuckles as she stands and dusts off her pretty green skirt, James follows, wincing as he stands.

You feel your cheeks heat up at the implication that James is yours, while he wears a very satisfied smirk at the idea. You swallow thickly and give her a silent nod. James thanks her sweetly for checking him, she says something back to him but you've completely zoned out. Her comment has senr you into a state of utter confusion. Is he your fella? No, you never established that. He did call you his girl though, so that would make him your fella. On top of that, what happened on the roof after Coney Island doesn't just happen between friends, not even friends with benefits. The way he held you so tightly, the way he littered kisses down your spine. Those aren't things you share with someone that doesn't belong to you.

The nurse politely ducks away to go back into the diner with the rest of the onlookers. Leaving you and James to stand alone in the dimly lit parking lot. His jaw looks much worse for wear, the skin is so angry and red. He'll definitely have a bruise, an ugly one at that. James lets out a long sigh, staring down at you with those big blue eyes. Despite it all, the idiot is still smiling. You scowl up at him, you cross your arms and lean to one side, refusing to let him crack you.

"You mad at me?" He asks timidly, he gives you an exaggerated pout while he lifts a hand to tuck some hair behind your ear.

You don't say a word. Of course you're mad at him. He scared you half to death, all for what? Just so he could feel like the tough guy? To prove a point to you? To prove a point to himself? He must have known the fight would end with him beat or worse and he has gall to ask if you're mad?

"Hey." He breathes, his hand comes to rest under your chin so he can tilt your face up with his knuckles. The gesture makes your heart flutter wildly.

"I get it, that was stupid, could've gotten hurt much worse and all that." He says, his eyes are gentle and attentive.

You huff and blink up at him, waiting for the rest of his explanation.

"He just- he came in there talkin' all that shit about you bein' his. It pissed me off is all, you're not his. You're not really anybody's- I mean, I'd like to make you mine- but not in the way he meant. I don't want to own you, I wanna love you, doll. I wanna keep you safe and make you laugh and get my ass beat in skee ball and do all that other cheesy crap. I know I fucked up so badly, but baby please-"

He doesn't get a chance to finish his little rant, the second he calls you baby your hands fly to the sides of his face. As it always does with him, your body moves separate from your mind. You smash your lips into his and you feel his hands settle on your waist, clutching you like you're going to float away at any second. That same baffling electricity thrums through your body as your lips move against each other. The rhythm of the kiss is like an echo of the one you shared on the roof. It has the same tide like push and pull, each of you giving and taking from each other in perfect unison. His lips are soft and urgent against yours, his grip solid and grounding. His hands slide towards each other behind you so his arms can find their home around your waist. The feeling makes you sigh against his lips. After months of being without this feeling, after only having it once, all you've done is want it back and now you have it again.

The kiss only breaks so you can both breathe, foreheads still pressed together, wanting to stay as connected as possible. He smiles down at you, it's a beautiful dopey grin. The look he's giving you makes a shiver run up your spine.

"You wanna go skinny dipping?" You ask, absolutely shocked at your own words.

What the hell? Did Molly fucking possess you? He scoffs and ducks down so his eyes are level with yours.

"Do I wanna what?!" He starts cracking up, and you can't help but join him, the absurdity of it all getting to you.

You can't help but think why the hell not. After all of this, all the confusion and the hurt, you two deserve a night like you shared months ago. Maybe you're an idiot, maybe you're only acting based on an emotional response to what James has done for you tonight. But fucking hell, why not just put it all behind you and live a little? James wants to be yours, he wants you to be his. You need to just let it be and stop fighting the way you both keep hurtling towards each other. So yeah, you want to go skinny dipping. It's the most impulsive, idiotic thing you can think of, and you've always wanted to try it.

"I think you know my answer." He chuckles.

"Let go then." You say quickly, turning on your heels so you can head to the truck before you change your mind.

"Woah kid wait up." He calls out to you while he laughs as he follows.

You reach the truck and swing the door open so you can hop in, he scrambles in as you frantically shove the keys in and crank it into gear.

"Hey." His soft voice snaps you out of your manic state. Your eyes dark to his and you feel your breathing slow down some.

"How 'bout we save the skinny dipping for another time?" He asks, voice soft and steady.

You just nod, becoming aware of how hard you were trying to be light-hearted and fun to mask how overwhelmed you're feeling.

"We don't have to move so fast, doll. We did last time and it didn't go so well, I don't wanna mess up this time." He says, his silvery eyes don't leave yours for a second.

Your head moves up and down silently again, you pull some air into your lungs slowly. He's right. You're trying too hard to make everything ok again. You just want to feel like you did on the roof, you want to be free of all the shit that's happened. James has a point though, you've both learned what happens when things move too quick for you both to keep track of it all. You have to be careful with it this time. Careful and boring are often mistakingly paired together, but not with James. It's undeniable that what you have with him is irreplaceable, which makes it all the more critical that you both handle this like it's made of glass.

"So, what do you want to do?" Your voice is so small, almost unrecognizable.

"I want to dance with you." He states, making your heart soar.

"Like, back at the dance hall?" You ask, the stress evident in your voice.

"God no, we can go to my house." He says it like it's obvious.

"Won't your family mind?" The idea of meeting them now makes you extremely anxious. It would be rather awkward to show up to meet his mother for the first time while he's wearing a shiner you half gave him.

"My Ma and my sister are at my aunt's house." He explains, his voice is laced with a tentative tone.

"Oh…" You exhale gently, understanding the situation.

"Only if you want to, I promise I'll behave." His tone shifts to something slightly taunting.

You can't help but smile, he's always quite the charmer.

"What fun would that be?" You chuckle, "Take me home, Bucky."

The nickname makes him smile in the most dazzling way, it stays glued to his face almost the whole way to his house.

James' House

You pull up to the front of an adorable little white house. It's very sweet looking, very simple and quaint. As the engine dies you glance over at James, he's looking at the house with a very solemn, spaced out gaze. Instinctively, you reach out and grab his hand, sliding your fingers between his own.

"I know…" You say as gently as you can. It's his dad, you know because you wear that look far too often. James just nods slowly, closing his eyes for a moment. You don't dare speak again, you just hold his hand. You don't need to say anything, you don't ever want people to say anything when you have the same feeling. All you can do is sit and understand him. Your chest fills with a horrible ache at the sight, but you're also filled with a strange relief. You aren't alone, and he isn't either. You have each other, you know each other, you get to love each other.

He lets the air fall out of his chest, face softening as he does.

"Thank you, doll." His eyes meet yours and he offers you a weak smile.

"Let's go inside." He says. He walks around to help you out of the truck, offering his hand like a gentleman. You want to slap it away out of instinct, but tonight is different.

He helps you down then wraps his hand around yours as he leads you up the sidewalk.

Before he opens the door he presses a kiss on the side of your head. It's quick and soft, and very different from the way he's kissed you before. Every other time it's felt like he prepared for it, and you had time to brace for it. This time it feels like he's used to doing it, like it's a natural thing.

The house is exactly what you would anticipate the home of a widow to look like. Decorated with lace doilies, soft blankets draped on the couch, and delicate lamps that cast a fuzzy yellow haze over the room. The living room is right off of the front door, and the kitchen is just an extension of it. A cute little staircase is on the left wall leading up to what you can only imagine is an equally quaint upstairs.

James walks confidently into his home, straight for the record player. As he fiddles with it you wander over to the fireplace. The mantle is littered in beautiful family photos, just like at your house. His father is in many of them, kissing his mom, holding a young James on his shoulder, cradling a baby you assume must be James' sister. He was handsome like James, but their faces aren't identical, you can see where his face is a balance of the two individuals. Your chest burns with remorse, knowing that these pictures serve as the only thing they have left of the man they all loved so well.

You startle just a little when James wraps his arms around your waist from behind, but relax when he presses a kiss into the side of your neck.

"It's alright, doll." He mumbles. You don't know if he says it for you or for him, but it doesn't matter. You let yourself sink further into the comfort of being known so well by James.

The music pops into existence, a gentle rhythm fills the room. The song is made of soft trumpets and strings, it's a beautiful, romantic melody. Something you would expect old lovers to sway to in their living room. You and James have the lovers part down, you just need to grow old and have your own living room. Is that even in the cards for you two? You sure as hell hope it is. You remember your realization on the roof that night, thinking about how if love isn't like what you two have, you don't want to love at all.

The feeling suffocates you as he spins you around in his arms. His eyes see right through you as his hands find their home on your waist while your arms slide around his neck.

"I love you doll, I never stopped." He breathes with an urgent look in his eyes.

He starts to sway with you around the living room as you gaze up at him completely dumbfounded. Of course he loves you, and you love him. Yes, you have so much left to learn about each other, but my God has James stolen your heart. Ever since you two left that classroom, you've been consuming each other's thoughts. You've been willing yourselves to try and understand the electricity that sparks between you. It's been so fucking messy, but now that you're in his arms again, dancing like an old married couple, you finally understand it all.

"I love you too…" You say it so softly it's almost not heard, but James catches it.

That dazzling smile spreads across his face, it's contagious nature making your own lips split into a grin.

"Would my outstanding skills in the bedroom have anything to do with that?" He says with a sickly sweet voice.

"James!" You laugh and slap his arm. He throws his head back to let out a playful laugh, the sound sets off a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

"I wouldn't know what your skills are like in the bedroom anyway, I only know what they're like on a roof." You joke.

"We could change that." He says, his voice taking on a much lower tone.

You both freeze and stare into each other's eyes. The air around you feels so thick and the room starts to blur a little, everything except James.

Then you're on each other. Your lips crash together and your hands snag whatever they can. You let out a whiney noise from the back of your throat, which only spurs James on more. His hand grabs at your waist and he licks at your bottom lip. His actions inspire a wonderful heat to settle in your stomach, the feeling gives you confidence you've never felt before. You slide your hands up his chest to grasp his collar, silently begging him to come closer. The two of you break for air for only a second, eyes glued to each other as you pant and try to comprehend the fire growing between you.

"What are you waiting for, Bucky?" You tease.

A wild look spreads in his eyes and a wide grin overtakes his handsome face. Before you can make another witty comment, James brings his strong hands to the backs of your thighs and hoists you up so you can wrap your legs around him. You let out a shocked giggle but gladly welcome his choice to hold you like this. Now level with his face, you throw your arms around his shoulders and place a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. He wrinkles his face dramatically and let's out a low chuckle.

"I'm gonna drive you wild, doll." He responds with all the confidence in the world.

Of course, his words make your chest ache with desire, your thighs involuntarily squeeze him a little tighter. With the natural push and pull that you two have, his body responds to your actions without thought. He lets his hands slide up to hold your thighs dangerously close to the swell of your ass, fire spreading to your center as he does.

"That's some big talk." You mumble, blinking at him slowly.

"It sure is." His eyes wander down to your lips, not even a second passes before you're on each other again. He damn near kisses the breath out of your lungs this time, his soft, skilled lips make you head spin and all you can do is hold on tight.

"Can I take you to my room?" He asks against your lips. His voice has a gentle, begging tone to it that makes you shiver.

"Please." You sigh as you let your hands slide into the soft hair on the back of his head. He kisses you hard and walks blindly up the stairs, then he's kicking the door open to what you can only assume is his room. You feel your body falling then feel your back meet a soft mattress. Bucky settles easily between your legs and your heart races when you feel how hard he is already. His hot mouth is on your neck instantly, painting your skin with needy kisses.

"Can I take this off of you?" He mumbles while he pulls at the fabric of your dress.

You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm.

"Gettin' right into it, huh?" You say.

He brings his hand up so he can hold your face and run his thumb across your cheek bone. His eyes are soft but determined as he studies your face.

"I don't wanna waste any more time." He says simply, the phrase is loaded with months of longing. His confession dazzles you, leaving you laying there with no idea how to breathe. All you can do is nod in understanding and revel in the feeling of his wet kisses against your neck again. He gently hikes your dress up to your waist, then quickly brings his hands back down so he can run them up your thighs. His hands settle on your hips, thumbs pressing on the bones so he can pin you down slightly as he rolls his hips against your center.

Your hands instinctively claw at his broad back as a hiss leaves your lips.

"Let me get on top." You sigh, completely shocking yourself with your boldness.

You feel him smile against your collar bone before his hands glide up to hold your waist. He flips you both over with ease, granting you your wish without argument. You catch your breath as you settle on his lap, hands splayed across his chest.

"I'm all yours, doll." His eyes fall down your body sinfully, making your chest seize up and your legs squeeze around him.

You lean down to capture his lips in yours again, sighing contentedly when he moves against you like he did when you kissed for the first time on the roof.

"I missed you." You mutter against his mouth.

"Let's make up for that, yeah?" He replies quickly as he moves to pull your dress over your head. You lift your arms and let him undress you as you sit back. Soon the dress is out of the way and his warm hands are holding your waist again, thumbs brushing up and down against your skin. You become suddenly ashamed of your lackluster underwear and you feel your cheeks heat up as you watch James' eyes skate down your figure. As if he senses you unease, he sits up and snakes his arms around your waist. He presses a delicate kiss into the swell of each of your breasts as you card your fingers through his hair.

"You're so perfect." He whispers against your skin.

"Can I take this off?" He asks, bringing his thumbs up to hook his fingers around your bra straps.

Somehow, everything about this feels even more innocent than the first time you two made love. Maybe it's the knowledge that you don't have to show off, talk dirty, or have all the hot moves in order to impress each other. You're both just enchanted by the presence of one another. Finally, you're both able to just be together. There's no fear of what people will say about you in school tomorrow, no terrifying rumor hanging over your head. Just you and James, able to lose yourselves completely in this wonderful moment you've found.

You carefully undress each other, leaving tender kisses on any newly exposed skin, whispering sweet nothings as well as declarations of devotion. You cherish every second that passes as you explore each other's bodies again. Soon you're both fully exposed to each other, your hands grasp desperately at his shoulder as soon as you feel his erect length graze your core. You think back to how his lips felt between your legs, and you immediately want to repay the favor. You slink down his body until you settle between his legs. His abs tense as you slide your palms up his muscular thighs.

You know Bucky is big, especially after last time, but being face to face with his dick makes you realize his size is genuinely intimidating. He looks beautiful like this, all flushed and hard. His tip is a pretty shade of dark pink, similar to his lips, and there's a small bead of precum leaking out of his slit. The sight makes you clench your thighs and lick your lips.

"See somethin' you like?" He teases.

"I sure do." You flirt back, wasting no time in wrapping your hand around his length to give him one slow pump. He throws his head back with as you bring your lips to his tip and give it a chaste kiss.

"Tell me if I do something wrong, please." You say, the tremble in your voice revealing just how nervous you really are.

James shoots up instantly, grabbing the wrist of the hand that's around his dick while the other comes up to cup your face. His thumb slides across your cheek bone affectionately as he stares at you with his kind blue eyes.

"Doll, if you're not ready for that, don't do it." His voice is like rich hot chocolate, spreading through your body and warming every nerve.

"But, last time you- I figure I owed you…" It makes sense in your head, but by the look he gives you it doesn't make any sense to him.

"Baby," He breathes out, leaning in to kiss your forehead, "Come here."

With gentle hands he pulls you into his lap so you can straddle him while he takes your face in his hands, gazing up at you with intensity.

"Anything I do for you, is because I want to. You don't owe me a damn thing. If you're ever not ready for something you tell me, and we can talk about it, ok?" His voice has a hint of urgency to it, like he can't stress the words enough.

You nod silently as you try to understand the man beneath you. Your brain desperately claws through your vocabulary to find the words to best describe the beautiful human being you've fallen for. All you can come up with is something terribly insufficient, but incredibly accurate. He's kind. He's a "heart if gold" kind of guy. Under the charm, the handsome face, the quick witted humor, James Barnes is the kindest person you've ever met.

Your lips are on his before he can say anything else, following that involuntary reaction you've developed whenever you're around him. He kisses you back as fiercely as you kiss him, heavy breaths falling from his mouth as you work against one another. You can't help but whimper when you feel the hot skin of his dick slide along your drenched core.

"Make love to me, James, please-" You beg against his lips.

All he can manage is a moan against your mouth as he reaches down between you to grab himself so he can get lined up at your entrance. He opens his mouth to say something, but it's stolen from him as you inch down to slide the tip in. A beautiful, lustful sigh leaves his puffy lips as you do. It's still a harsh stretch for your walls, but this time you can anticipate it and welcome it. Slowly, you descend until he's in you completely. As soon as he's bottomed out you lean your forehead on his shoulder and let out a pitiful whine.

"You ok, doll?" He asks, nudging his nose against your jaw.

"I'm good, you're just so big…" You sigh. His grip on your waist tightens and you feel him twitch inside you.

"Careful sweetheart, don't want this ego getting any bigger." He teases, earning an airy giggle from you.

You brace yourself by holding his shoulders, rolling your hips tentatively. He kisses your neck when you do so and slides his arms around your waist, so you must be doing something right. You mimic the movement with a little more confidence this time. You can't help but bring your head up and send James a nervous glance, and he's more than willing to reassure you.

"That's good baby, that feels good." He says with a voice like honey as he skates his lips across your neck.

His praising words make your insides melt, spurring you on as you keep rolling against him. The way the soft skin of his dick moves against your soaked walls in euphoric. Your hands cling to each other, lips kiss where the can, short breaths fall from your mouth. All of it creates a truly beautiful atmosphere. It's nothing like the urgent, frantic mood you had last time. This doesn't feel like two teenagers who can't wait to see somebody naked for the first time. This feels like two people who want to be uncovered by each other.

His hands slide so he can spread his palms across your damp back and you shiver from the feather soft intimacy of the motion. Your forehead falls against his and your eyes lock.

"You're incredible." You sigh as brilliant sparks of pleasure start to build in your core.

You slowly build the pace of your hips until you're rocking against him with a rhythm that makes his nails claw at your back as he groans and pants. He's so deep inside you, reaching and rubbing against every sweet spot you have.

"Fuck- that's perfect doll- so fucking perfect." His voice has climbed in pitch slightly, he sounds almost whiney.

Your head falls to his shoulder, you shove your mouth against his collarbone in an attempt to muffle a pitiful sob as it shakes your abdomen. The feelings are all so fucking intense, your eyes screw shut as your walls start to flutter. Your chest aches as your head spins, completely incapable of comprehending all of the sensations drowning you in this moment.

"James- James I'm gonna-" Your words are cut off completely as one of his strong arms easily cradles you so he can flip you onto your back. You hit the mattress and he doesn't give you a single second to catch your breath before he's rocking his hips against yours.

"Fucking hell." You huff out as he plants his hands on either side of your head so he can bare down even more when he thrusts.

"I wanna see you, wanna see that pretty face." Both of you moan uncontrollably when you spread your legs even more to give him better access. Soon he's hitting some rapturous spot deep within you, setting off every nerve in your body.

Tears gather in your eyes and it takes every ounce of self control you have to not succumb to the desire to start crying beneath him. His body is moving so beautifully above you, every muscle working to give you everything he has. Your eyes burn with the tears you refuse to let fall as you pull your bottom lip into your mouth to keep another sob caged inside you.

"Baby, don't hide anything." He says with a broken voice as he drops to his elbows so he can bring his face closer to your own.

"Cry if you need to, I got you." He punctuates his sentence with a stunning moan, and it absolutely breaks you. Your body trembles as you finally release all the emotion you've been suppressing. Your back arches and you finally let the tears cascade down the sides of your face. The sight of you falling apart beneath him, so fragile and overstimulated, it motivates him even more. His pace increases as he chants nonsense phrases of adoration to you.

He tells you how beautiful you are, how tight you feel, how good you are for him. All while your entire body quakes for him and his magnificent pace. You don't want to say his thrusts are hard, that word seems so utterly insufficient for how he's making love to you right now. His movements are committed, he fills you up with every push in and leaves you wanting so much more every time he draws back out.

"Baby you feel so good- fuck- please don't stop." You beg him as your cunt starts to pulse around him again, body edging towards that blinding release.

"No fuckin' way, I'm never gonna stop." He pants while his thick eyebrows push towards each other as his face crumples into a look of intense focus.

He braces himself on one arm so he can snake a skilled hand between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit almost immediately. It hits you immediately, almost before he even touches your sensitive bud. Your body anticipates his touch and sends itself over the edge, and my God it's fucking brilliant. Your pussy grips onto his cock as it slides in and out, your hands claw at his hot skin as his name falls from your lips. You sing him a pitiful song, made of incoherent swearing and plenty of crying.

"That's it sweet girl, give it to me- shit you're squeezin' the life outta me." You barely retain the words as he spits them out between frantic breaths as he chases his own high.

In one fluent motion, James flips your legs over each of his shoulders. He grabs the meat of your hips and lifts your pelvis off the bed as he brings his torso upright so he can settle back on his knees. If you thought you were crying before, you were fucking wrong. You scream out as tears flood your face, you can't tell if you're hurtling into another orgasm before your first has even finished, or if it's all just one long, mind numbing climax. Regardless, it's too good to be true. Every inch of you tingles and clenches as James snaps his hips into you, the angle sends fluorescent jolts of pleasure into your cunt and up your abs.

"Yeah doll, keep cumming for me, you feel so fuckin' perfect." He tosses his head back as he nearly shouts your name.

Your body starts to cool down just enough to provide some clarity. You're still twitching and tears are still rolling, but you at least have the wits to throw some praises at him. It's the least you can do when he's working so hard to make you fall apart.

"Fuck James, you made me cum so hard." Your words have an affect on him instantly, his fingertips bite at your flesh as hips tense and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

"You make me feel so good baby, you drive me fuckin' crazy." He lets go of your hips and throws your legs apart so he can fall on top of you again. He presses his forehead against yours before his lips meet your own so he can kiss you like it's the last time he'll ever have the chance.

"Let me feel you cum James- fuck- do it inside me, I want you to cum inside me." Your hands are at the sides of his face, thumbs rubbing his temples affectionately as you lose your mind.

"Oh baby- shit doll- I'm gonna- oh my God- Fuck!" With that final exclamation he buries himself inside you, enchanting moans fall from his full lips as he tenses and fills you. You hold still and focus on the feeling of his cock pulsing inside you as he moans above you. His sounds are so full of relief and what must be exhaustion. Your eyes flutter open to observe him while he finishes. His eyebrows are high with his eyes shut and his lips parted as he tries to catch his breath while his orgasm fizzles out. His eyelids slowly peel apart and soon you're both watching each other. You're completely enthralled by the work of art above you, and he is entirely captured by the muse below him.

Slowly, like he doesn't want to ever leave, he inches his softening length out of you. You hate the feeling of him leaving your body, you hate how empty you feel. He presses a fond kiss to your forehead while he smooths some of your sweaty hair down.

"Don't move." He whispers. Then he's off of the bed and through his bedroom door, you assume to find something to get you both cleaned up.

Your body is still buzzing from every moment you've just shared with him, you gingerly roll to your side and pull the sheets up against your naked form. You pay little mind the mess spilling from your core, ignorant to the possible consequences it might have. You glance around his room, taking note of all the baseball cards, the toy cars, and the dirty sneakers. The room is bathed in the dull yellow streetlights, giving it a glow that seems otherworldly. It all does. Especially James.

He reappears with a washcloth and a glass of water. The sight makes your heart swell immeasurably, he's still naked but it doesn't strike you as anything to be bashful about. It's all of him, all of James and his unmatched beauty. It feels natural to be this exposed with each other, it feels right.

"Such a gentleman." You tease as he walks towards the bed so he can sit on the edge.

"For you? Of course." His smile is as dazzling as always while he hands you the glass of water. You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can take the glass and sip it slowly. Thankful for the relief the cold liquid brings your exhausted throat.

"Spread those gorgeous legs." He says as he takes the glass back from you so he can set it on the nightstand.

"Round two already?" You joke.

His laugh is full and rich, it spreads through your veins and makes adoration bubble in your chest.

"Not yet, doll." He presses the cloth between your folds to clean up his mess, the sensation makes you jump a little, but he's done as quickly as he's started. The cloth joins a pile of dirty clothes in the corner after he tosses over his shoulder, then he's climbing back into bed with you. He opens his arms once he's on his back beside you. Naturally, you settle into his side and lay your head on his chest. His fingers trace along your spine as he kisses the crown of your head.

"You're a beautiful little thing." He mumbles, voice heavy with a sleepy tone.

"You're perfect, just perfect." It almost sounds like he's talking in his sleep, so you glance up to check.

He's wide awake, glacial eyes piercing your own as he gazes down at you.

"Thank you, for all of this." You say. By all of it, you mean for the love, for the spark of life, for the precious bond you've found. Somehow without saying all of it, you know he knows exactly what you mean.

"Thank you for loving an idiot like me." He says softly.

"It couldn't be anybody else." You say, completely resolute in your admittance.

You lay there like that for God knows how long, just drinking each other in. Mumbling words of praise, astounded by each other's existence. You exchange sweet little jokes, press priceless kisses into every inch of skin you can reach, and make beautiful promises.

"James?" You say as you draw figure eights on his chest with your finger tip.

"What happens next?" You question.

He takes a deep breath in as he twirls your hair between his fingers.

"Well-" He's cut off by the sound of the front door opening. You both bolt upright off the bed, clinging to the sheets. The sounds of lovely, soft laughter fills the house. One is the laugh of a woman, full and warm, the other is bright and twinkly, obviously belonging to a younger girl.

"Shit." You whisper simultaneously as you glance at each other with pounding hearts.

"James?" The woman's voice calls.

"Yeah ma?" James hollers back, hand coming to hold yours as he tries to keep his mouth straight, obviously entertained by the misfortune of the situation.

"Whose truck is that out front?" She asks, then footsteps start to echo as she climbs the stairs.

"Oh my God." You whisper.

"I guess you're meeting my mom, that's what happens next." He says quietly. Your eyes are on his immediately, every reasonable part of you says to panic, but the look on James' face is absolutely priceless. His cheeks are pink as he pulls his lips over his teeth to keep from busting out in laughter. It's ok though, you do it for him. Soon you're both doubling over with laughter, embracing the inevitable awkward encounter that you're about to have with his poor mother. It'll be ok, it'll be wonderful, anything will as long as you two stick together.

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