#i feel like im actively falling more for him now

[changbinsboobs]

Ok nvm starting the social media series, and i am starting with Changbin deal with it😤 i haven't been feeling the spark with my cards again for a few days and wanted to reignite it by doing a reading i myself have been looking forward to a lot, tho now i don't think that was that good of an idea cuz i didn't even finish it cuz my man tortured me again for over an hour with his long ass reading and now im traumatized.

Anyways, i don't think it would be any other way with the other members too cuz its just TOOO MANY question, and when theres more than one apps, it gets a bit difficult, so yeah i'll either do app by app for each memeber and just rotate them or...idk ill see if the others take that long and'll think about how im gonna do it.

Skz Social Media Series: Changbin -> Tiktok

How often does he check it?

- Routinely. Im seeing him checking it quite a lot throughout the day out of habit. Lots of time.

How long does he stay on it?

- Quite a while. Its difficult getting him off of it as it really grabs and holds onto his attention. Seems a bit addicting.

When/why does he reach out to it?

- The pregnant empress shows up again as the ABSOLUTE MUSST for every changbin reading i do. I think he goes on tiktok whenever he feels inspiration and wants to double it, whenever he wants to get inspired or whenever he feels some sort of insufficience. Like when he feels lonely, when he feels unfulfilled, when something doesn't go the way he wants etc.

- On the other hand, why he goes on it is because its very authentic and creative. He likes the unpolished raw ideas and portrayal of people where u can really just..get inspired:)

Does he fall victim to doomsscrolling? When?

- The potential definitely is there but he's fighting against it and i think its going well. So i don't see him spending actual hours on it. I do see him tho, opening tiktok out of habit just to check and instead of watching 1 or 2 videos he watches 5.

Does he have people he sends videos back and forth with?

- Yes quite a lot actually i think this is one of his fav parts about tiktok. He does that with friends and one interesting thing i picked up on is he loves doing that with crushes. He thinks its a great opportunity to get into conversation with them, keep in contact and learn more about his crushes and have the opportunity to show more of himself too. I think this may be some of his go to methods keeping close to a crush without making it obvious he's crushing on them. I think overtime he has become very guarded with love, crushes and all and i don't think he's the type to instantly confess or actively pursue or seek out a relationship. Doesn't change the fact that he's still crushing tho, so thats a good, innocent way for him to feed his heart while still keeping a safe distance. When it comes to regular friends or guy friends - ok wait...this part is very confusing to be honest so don't take this with a grain of salt take it wth whole spoon of salt. I think most of his friends he sends videos back and forth with are actually female friends, cuz whenever i specifically look for guyfriends really dark cards like the tower or 7 of swords come out, or like nonchalant ones like the 4os, but once i ask about female friends its all cups and rainbows and all. So my take on this is with female friends he's way more active on there, probably keeping streaks and all😂 cuz the content they share between each other is just much more potent and entertaining and resonates with him much more, rather than with his male friends i think he doesn't really enjoy or care that much the content they send him, he can't really send them mich content either cuz they wouldn't understand or like it so the exchange between him and his male friends isn't very pleasant for him, contrary to his female friends.

Whats the content he consumes on there?

(family & friends, memes, stay up to date with trends & information, spying on people of interest, spying on stay, looking for new people (friends, hookups, networking), researching information or thirsttraps (soft porn/ porn)

- Various: spirituality & healing

- Finance & getting rich

- Divine love like soulmates, manifesting live, dating tips, healing traumas in connection to that stuff, healing & learning about attachements etc. also seeing some psychology.

- Taking charge of your life, self development, learning to navigate life and many things at a time, preventing burnout, helpful tips for that, also with emphasis on problems like indecision, struggle to letting go, procrastination.

- Motivational videos

- Baby videos / parenting videos

- Videos of couples that live together or have been together for a long while.

- Transformational videos of people that have significantly changed something in their life, be it physique, financial status, countries, identity etc.

His main topics of interest on the platform?

- Self development

- Getting rich(er)

- Setting boundaries and protecting urself

- Success, happiness & balance in life

- Inner child healing

- Motivation

- (Quite surprised there was nothing about live here in the cards, considering i got like 6-8 love cards in the previous answer, that some of them i didn't even read) (still even if i didn't get it in the cards here, love may not be one of his main topic of interest, like the reason he opens the app, but its definitely a reason he stays on it and keeps coming back as love is definitely a type of content he consumes in GREAT amounts!!!

Does he consume content in Korean, English or both?

-both (yk im really curious seeing which types if content he watches in english and which in korean but I've been doing this reading for over an hour and im so exhausted😭😭😭😭) (if ur interested send a separate ask and ill do it later)

His amount of active engagement (writing comments etc

- Very little to none. He just thinks it in his head, without writing anything or he just sends it to his friends with his comment/opinion.

Since when and why he got that app?

- Don't have a time but he did because of a crush & actually stayed because it was really entertaining indeed and informative on top of that. Only time clue im getting that its been for years. And im hearing and seeing for for the whole time while shuffling cards. Didn't get a confirmation on that tho i myself believe it could be right since that would mean he started using it actively in 2020 which if im not mistaken was the rise of tiktok, and also energetically speaking i feel like this was a time of change for changbin too, which matches the cards i got for him. So take this with a whole bucket of salt - 7 think he may be using tiktok actively since around 2020.

Does he have certain creators he really enjoys and follows religiously? (Can't see which specific creator it is unless y'all already have speculations and ask me for specific people, then i can check)

- yes a man teaching about success, finance, self development etc.

- A woman teaching about breakups, relationships, harnessing ur power, attracting & manifesting a SP or ur soulmate or the right person for u

- Another woman (of color) teaching about shadow work & spirituality overall, about divine creation & manifesting and ugh idk how to describe it. Like she talks about taking whats special in you, teaching you to harness it, remove obstacles, see urself for who u are and accept urself and then using this power u have to create magic in the world through ur unique spark & shine & creativity. I think she really helps motivate him when in a slum or writers block or something.

[ganondoodle]

i prefer him big, thick, and a little rotten perhaps :P

(Radahn, Elden Ring)

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt Sif Odile duo looping au again and I wanna be able to plot everything out more coherently but act 5 eternally looms overhead and boy I do not wanna look up

[stellardeer]

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[kroosluvr]

temptation

i lowkey have too many notes to write down properly KDFHKDS but ill write them down for Future Cele so i can read it later and be like omggg past cele ur so fun and interesting

in general, the more "color" the scenes have, the closer it is to "real life" as opposed to the muted/hushed winter blues of maruki's reality

i.e. the dark frames w akira smiling and the very last panel are when reality sinks in: first for akira, then for goro

by the way this is long winter au but sumire is still brainwashed. this also works for canonverse but i just had long winter au in mind:o

youve heard of laundry and taxes now get ready for coffee and pastries

in every panel, akira is smiling! :) and goro is very much not smiling.

intentionally his face is hidden in the last 2 pages so its unclear whether it's the "ideal reality" already (akira/goro's daydreams/wants/desires), or if goro is still fighting akira on making sure he picks the right choice

the smoke from the first page kinda leads into the 3rd page omfg COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL BUT REALLY COOL LMAOOO

that's nameless and belladonna in jazz jin!!! i love them. I LOVETHEM. i miss them so bad is it obvious

the cafe is loosely based off of caffe strada @ uc berkeley LMAO. my parents used to take me there a lot as a little kid so that's the first cafe i think of when i imagine one. its like right on the streetside, basically on the sidewalk, so its very bustling and people are always walking by... probably a little disconcerting to see everyones summery bright smiles despite the bitter cold and snow

in long winter AU, the Ideal Reality starts before 1/1 so yeah they get to see the new years fireworks together (or something)

also intentional that they wear the same winter outfits in the whole comic although it Probably does not take place at the same time. in maruki's snowglobe, time seems frozen in place... but akira and goro are both acutely aware that the sands are running thru QUICK

goro's frustrated expression on page 3 is one also of disdain: "don't speak FOR me you fucking imbecile" type of expression.

goro, who's never lived a normal life and therefore doesn't know much abt "normalcy" nor really actively seeks it. this 3rd semester is basically purgatory for him and he doesn't care to try and go through the motions the way akira does. akira what do YOU know about the type of "normalcy" i deserve? how do YOU know if i "deserve" that?

im thinking that this is a naive akira who is mostly set on taking the deal because he feels hopeless... seeing all his friends with good happy lives while goro and himself are alive and miserable and shouldering the weight of the world during the horror of long winter......

oh but if he takes the deal they could all be good and alive and happy!!!.... and goro knows this. i feel like in any other universe (i.e. akira is 100% certain on not taking the deal and goro knows this) then goro would be happy and carefree to do these little indulgences for himself and akira's sake, to just enjoy the snowglobe world while it exists.

but this goro is discontent. he sees how akira is enjoying the snowglobe and knows maruki is depending on this. goro has to be the one to remind akira that none of this is his to keep........ in this fucked up world, routine is dangerous. becoming comfortable is dangerous. they cannot keep any of this.

on that note, goro says "i hate you" in a halfhearted sort of way (it's not true and akira knows that.) but he's trying to think of a way that he can dissuade akira from picking the wrong choice.....

and i think the thing is, goro thinks all of this, but he still falls into the rhythm of routine with akira anyway. in a way, goro feels hopeless too.

all of this is maruki's doing........ paralyzed by the inability to choose... whatever you do, you lose. goro needs to hold akira at arm's length so the stupid sentimental fool doesn't get too attached and falls into the wrong universe. akira needs to make a concentrated effort to detach himself from goro even though he wants the simplest thing in the world: just one more unremarkable day with him. it's lose-lose..........,

also i liked drawing the tentacles in the last pic the freaking blue lines on them were SO satisfying to draw

edit: also the last page: the blood flooding the panel….. the idea of the ideal world being built off of the blood and sweat and tears and bodies of the people who could have been. of those lost in the actualization, of those destroyed, of those stitched together and brought back to life. all just for a little false happiness. goro sees it but akira doesn’t, and it’s a grim sight.

[anadiasmount]

night in - jb blurb.

warm bubble feeling burns your chest as you feel jude place a kiss on your temple, sitting right next to you on the floor, placing your hot drink next to his. “you’re having way to much fun on this,” he teased, resting his chin on your shoulder, while looking at you intently as you finished the second bag of the moana’s flowerpot legos.

“i fear i’m having way too much fun,” you joke back, clicking and connecting the small lego. “you realize these are made for nine year olds right?” he pushed further, helping you separate the legos in piles so you could find the legos easier. “so? i don’t complain when you play fifa at your grown age? screaming like a little girl when you unpack a player?” you defend watching jude open his mouth in shock, a glimmer of surprise in his eyes.

“i’m glad we stayed in. i haven’t seen you much lately and i didn’t want to have just dinner and the call if a night. i love these little moments with you, d’you know? our playlist playing in the back, some baking, maybe cooking? but definitely how i have you all to myself…” jude says, his hand running up and down your spine, making you spin and face him directly where you brush a tamed curl back to already done hair.

“sounds like you just want to keep me for yourself?” you say watching how jude is ready to explain and yap but you cut him off quickly. “i’m kidding. i love staying in dates. especially around this time of your when your season is beginning to get hectic. believe it or not these dates have so much more meanings to when we’re out. i get to see a side of you only i can experience and see, and im so incredibly grateful for that. for you,” you smile leaning into his side where jude shyly looks down.

“don’t get shy with me mister.”

“oh like how you get shy after we-”

“okay so that’s like completely different?” you laugh dismissing the idea that was brewing in his head. “also i get to play house when i’m here. look at this place! the kitchen? the pool? the garden? the garden is my favorite we’ve grown so much in just under a year!” you say excitedly, giving up on the lego set, as now all you wanted was to be next with jude. to feel his safe embrace, his scent, to feel the comfort only he can give.

“those damn bunnies ruined it at first, i swear i was going to insane. i just know they were doing it on purpose after one stared me down as it ate the cherry tomatoes!” jude reclaimed, leaning back against the couch, bringing you to his lap where he traced your bracelet and the tiny tattoo on your thigh. the one of many you had, but this one was jude’s favorite. you didn’t have to tell him, but he could tell it was meant for him.

“to be fair you tormented that poor thing,” you recalled, thinking of the endless possibilities jude did so he could get rid of the bunnies in a happy manner. “it got what it deserved,” jude shrugged, taking a sip of mug, offering one of the infamous pumpkin pilsbury cookies to you.

“what else is on your fall bucket list?”

“we’ve done mostly all besides watching scary movies, visit a pumpkin patch and get a couples costume for trent’s party soon. besides that we’ve knocked everything else out,” you say cheery, the sense of joy never leaving you, knowing you were able to cross off and completely those wishes. “what has been your favorite activity yet?” he asked, tugging on a tiny string from your knitted sweater.

“probably decorating your house for the fall, since it was way to white… that or when we painted the pumpkins with the little kids,” you spoke softy and gently. watching jude’s eyes crinkle from paying attention to remembering the beautiful memory. “i really enjoyed that too, but nothing could beat fright fest,” jude laugh making you shake your head rapidly. t

“jude! i still haven’t forgave you for that! you take us to apparently a theme park and then walking in, there’s horror everywhere. especially those damn clowns…” you say, a tint of nervousness as you spoke out loud. “but i made it up to you,” he pouts, leaning up and pulling your face closer to his. “i won you a plenty stuffed animals and went downstairs for a week to get a glass of water. i was your protector.”

“you always are,” you hug him, your fingers grazing and tracing his ears down to his. “the beard has grown on me. you look very manly,” you say, his hairs tickling your palm. “i was thinking about shaving it soon,” he says, feeling completely relaxed as you touched him. it was that effect you had on him and he loved that so much. no feeling or person could make him feel the way you felt.

“nope. it will take too long for me to get used to,” you deny shaking your head as jude chuckles, grabbing your thighs and placing you on your back, jude not holding back from his physical touch. peppering kisses on your forehead, nose, cheeks, your lips then down to your neck where you had another tattoo. your weak spot. “stop it, i know what you’re trying to do and it won’t work,” you warn.

“i’m just trying to show you my love and affection,” he said sarcastically, playing with the fabric on your chest, as he had layed his head gently on you. “yes but you have two meanings towards that… your mom is also right upstairs…” you whisper the last part, afraid of speaking to loudly. this was her house as much as it was his as well. he sighs, accepting defeat and pulling you closer to him. not before pulling you into a kiss that made you want to say fuck it. that damn kiss that forever leaves you breathless and wanting more.

“we should watch a horror movie,” you try to say between his kiss but jude was to focused on you. how you kissed him. how you tasted. feeling weaker but also stronger than ever. “no,” he stoped, this time flipping you over so you could lay on his chest.

“right i forgot. you’re a scaredy cat when it comes-”

“no i’m not! i just don’t want to bring any bad energy in my house,” he cheesed hardly, looking up knowing you were giving him a “are you serious look”.

“the best i can do is watch the nightmare before christmas. take it or leave it,” he shrugged hearing you laugh. “works for me, i’ll hold you tight so you don’t run off,” you teased, jude gasping. “listen the movie is already creepy as it is… especially that little scientist,” he shuddered.

after cleaning up and putting away any mess and cleaning the dishes, instead of traumatizing your tall boyfriend, you settled with his choice of movie. happy either way since you knew jude loved showing you his collection of favorite old films. another part of his love language towards you. you couldn’t count how many times, not just with movies, but items, people even, that meant so much to him.

“are you sleepy?” you whisper, jude nodding. “i am but i want to stay up because i want to spend all the time i can with you,” he yawned, kissing your head. “i can stay the night if that’s okay with you and your mom,” you suggested knowing jude would be immediately agreeing. “my mom adores you and you know she would rather have you stay than leave so late, especially me,” jude said, his thumb drawing circles on your hip.

“i’ll stay,” you smile, cuddling closer to jude as he looked down and smiled. not holding back from taking a picture and posting it, with an old school r&b song. soft launching you once again to the world. which you didn’t mind. “hey, why aren’t we shark boy and lava girl for trent’s party? or-” jude said abruptly.

“i’m leaving.”

“wait no!”

[sh1-n0bu]

bello, not sure if your taking requests so this will be my little thirst😼

was thinking about the elf bf and how intimacy is so foreign to him! How good your touches feel on his heated skin but what was this odd feeling? The coil in his tummy getting tighter with each grind of his hips on your thigh. The feeling felt so weird.. it feels good? is this good? he doesn’t want to disappoint you, or worse, scare you away! so he stops himself, letting his hips slow their grind for a moment. Inadvertently edging himself!

id like to imagine if he touched himself he would stop before cumming as well, he doesn’t know what it is! it feels so odd, makes him feel hot all over!

After he slows his grinds, you would be a bit confused…, does he not want to cum? or does he want to wait til your inside him? it takes a bit before you even think that maybe he hasn’t gotten that far before, the idea that you get to corrupt him making your face heat. Goodness he would be so pretty, teary eyes begging for you to slow down. Hips bruised from how rough you had grabbed him!

and to think, when he finally cums? its so overwhelming. heat spreading through his body, mind numbing as his legs twitch slightly? his pretty cock leaking onto his stomach? GOOD LORD I NEED IT💥💥💥

ty for listening nobu🫶🏼 we love you pls dont die

(low key my first ask, hope you enjoyed as i dont write much)

bellooooo, me is not taking requests for now but im still open for brainrots/thirsts!!!!

good lawdddd y’all gotta stop corrupting me more, my horny level can’t keep up guys. so i haven’t read the history of middle earth and all abt the biologies and cultures of the races tolkien created but i have come across multiple posts or points of people pointing out that sex and intimacy is an extremely important and raw thing. like how a constant friction creates fire over time and how that fire spreads into a wildfire that consumes everything, that’s how it is to elves and their culture. courting is important and it could go for a very long time until they decide to officially tie the knot. yet even after getting married, the consummation won’t happen in a while, first the couple must at least intertwine their fëa (soul) and so, the consummation act is more intense and powerful. its a very draining thing, when elves fuck, they fuck. long and hard, probably all night and into the next morning and even evening perhaps. they’re immortals, they have a monster amount of stamina

so with this info in mind, u gotta realize that elves do have knowledge of sex, how it usually feels etc and how near sacred it is to their kin. love is a fragile thing that will cross their eternal life only once and when they love, boy do they love. yet something tells me that despite having knowledge of sex, masturbation and other fleshly pleasures, they don’t participate in it much. its like they barely have anything that gets them pent up or sexually frustrated until they fall in love. and if it is a mortal? oh boy, they are confused and yearning. it’s like an instant neuron activation for them

the poor elf would barely know what to do with these thoughts and imaginations of you and him in such a compromising position. images of you guiding him through your first times together, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into his sensitive, pointy ear while he shrivels with embarrassing noises on your lap. oh how those calloused, hardened hands would feel when tightly fisting at his cock, draining him dry and milking every last drop of his cum. how those long, thick fingers would feel when thrusting inside him, scissoring him open and making him squeal. good god, don’t even get him started on the dirty images he thinks of you when he looks at those arms and thighs of yours, he’s imagining himself riding that muscle until he soils his pants or how your hands would push his head down to fully swallow your cock into his throat

would it taste as how it is described in the eroticas? would your precum be salty as your thick cock head pushes past his soft lips with your soothing voice instructing him to “open wide, puppy”? would you be so mean as to fist at his gorgeous locks and fuck into his mouth, use him to your own pleasure? he would be a good puppy for that, taking whatever you had to give him with red cheeks and hands obediently held on his lap. like a good puppy, he would open his mouth, tongue out like an eager little dog waiting for the taste of his favorite snack as you stroke your dick, a low moan falling as he finally taste your load shoot into his awaiting open jaws

and when his dirty thoughts are finally granted and turned into reality? he’s a goner. scrambling on his feet, tripping over his words, mind blanking as he feels your hands grope his ass over the linen of his pants. feeling like a young ellon rather than the full grown elf he is when your hands fiddle with the buckle of your belt, gulping down the saliva in his mouth as he sees your strap spring out of your undergarment

with a shaky hand, he would grip your strap, meagerly stroking his hands up and down with a stuttered “i-is this okay…?” oh dear stars, how badly you wanted to just fuck him dumb right then and there, seeing the cute pouting lips, big eyes staring at you for an approval as he weakly asks for your preference. how fast he is to crumble when he feels your rough hand wrap around both your and his own dicks, stroking them together with a slow pace, occasionally spitting on them. his mind was already blanking, and he was sure that he had already came into your hand the moment you touched him

“w-wait a—annh!! mmh uhnng♡︎ h-hold owwnn♡︎ i ju-ust c-came! i came alreanngh already...♡︎!!” the poor elf weakly cried out, falling back into the sea of soft pillows as his hands shook by his chest, where he held them close to himself. he was sure you could hear the rapid beating of his heart, embarrassed by the noises he kept letting out despite biting down on his lips to shut himself up. poor sweetheart, doesn’t even know that the thing dripping down onto his stomach is his pre-ejaculation and not his cum! “shh shh… it’s alright, darling. i’ll be sure to teach you all about the fleshly pleasures tonight♡︎” and you were going to absolutely ruin him

sweet virgin elf who crumples into a heap of mess after experiencing his first cum. moaning and even squealing as his hands flailed around, unable to choose whether to hold onto your arms or to claw at the blanket beneath himself as you continue to keep going despite his whines of having already came. you were so mean, quickening your pace and even squeezing your dicks together, he was so sure that he blacked out when you first did that or swiped a thumb over his oozing tip. arms covering his face to hide the flush of his cheeks and the drooped ears, crying out to you that he was going to die. so dramatic

“sh-stooohpp..! stop stopstopstop—stop it♡︎♡︎! i came!! i nyaagh ungh guhc—came! i alreaawdyy camee…♥︎!” the elf cried out, already slurring his words together as his hips grind back and forth on the bed until your free hand comes up to keep it down in place with a bruising grip. your sweet boyfriend could only cry out, a broken whine falling as he shook his head, looking down at your hand that held down his hip before shifting to look at where your cocks were touching. held together in a tight fist, your hand already soiled with his cute load of precum as well as his stomach. he never noticed it before but gods, your strap was dwarfing him in size and girth. he would surely die if he takes that big thing inside himself!

but when you don’t seem to hear his pleas and only continue to fuck your strap and his weeping cock together in a faster pace into the tight grip of your fist — even rocking your hips forward too! — the poor elf was sure he was going to see the bright skies of valinor that night. whimpers turning into broken wails, punched out sobs of your name falling out of his now bloodied lips as he covers his face with his hands. he could feel the hot tears that fell from his eyes, wiping them away with cute pathetic sniffles as you tighten your fist just at the heads. another squeeze and one more before he was crying out your name in a shrill scream, his legs around your hips tightening, shaking even, as he finally feels himself cumming alongside you. translucent colored seeds mixing together, dirtying his stomach and even shooting up to his heaving chest

“…s-shoo goowdd… aaanh hhagc—♡︎ c-cum..♥︎ cumming ’gainn hhgaaa♥︎ ughk haahg [n-naawme], [namenamenamena—]♥︎♥︎” the elf sobbed out weakly, a putty in your hands as he feels his cock slowly grow flaccid. if it weren’t for the rough pads of your fingers tracing circles around his clenching rim and the feeling of your clean hand push away his hands from his face, your elf bf would have most definitely been sure that he had died and was re-embodied. yet despite the fuzziness in his brain and the way his blood seemed to circulate too quickly through his veins, his body unconsciously pressed itself against you, against your fingers as if seeking for more pleasure

thats enough thirsting yall, go do yalls assignments

[livelaughloveluffy]

confession - trafalgar water d. law

a/n: sorry, i cant not call law "captain". its the same thing with luffy too, its just so hot 😭😭😭 fanfic is truly the only lawless time that i would be into some sort of power imbalance in a relationship, what happens on tumblr, stays on tumblr 😭💀

a/n: okay, not to like be the girl that pairs her fics with songs, but like... the second i finished proof-reading this i couldn't help but think of how well this fit: so here it is; hopefully you see the vision 😭😭😭 you can't tell me that song isn't law coded as hell 💀

nothing but fluff here 💗

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when law first asked you to join the heart pirates, he never intended to fall for you. in fact, he actively tried to not fall for you.

it wasn't because there was anything wrong with you. you were everything he wanted and more, but he didn't want to be in a relationship. he didn't know how to be, if he was ready for one, how to be a boyfriend. he knew this, at yet, he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

•♡•

when you first joined the heart pirates, initially you thought that the captain regretted even asking you to join. you always felt his watchful gaze following you. even when he wasn't around, you could still feel the burn of his intense hazel eyes on your skin. it became difficult for you to even look at law without blushing slightly, feeling a bit intimidated by him, but also intrigued.

so when he asked you for help organizing the files and loose papers in his office, you instantly agreed. party because you hoped that if you did a good job, you would prove to the captain that you were competent and a good choice to be on his crew, and partly because you held the tiniest bit of hope that this could be an opportunity to get to know him more.

•♡•

okay, so, maybe you were wrong. maybe this was a bad idea. i mean, you can't say no to the captain's orders, but also. this was painfully awkward. at least for you it was. you had been going through the loose papers on law's desk with minimal guidance from him. he sat on the opposite side, engrossed in work.

once the mess of papers on his desk were somewhat figured out, you moved them to a separate (just as cluttered) table in his office to set the down on while you gather other papers scattered around the room. even now with your back turned, you could feel law's hazel eyes following you as you moved around his office.

you hurriedly grabbed the other miscellaneous papers, bringing them to the secondary table, where you then decided to take a seat and really sort through them all, carefully scanning their content to determine how you should file them.

it wasn't until a good half an hour in, that you uncovered an open book buried beneath the papers. you make note of the page it is opened on, holding a finger in place there, as you turned to look at the cover.

"i didn't know you were reading this series law! it's one of my favorites! how are you liking it?" law glanced up from his work, looking to see what book you were talking about. with a scoff, he suddenly seemed to perk up a bit, which was the most excitement you'd ever seen displayed from the captain. "fuck, i've been looking for that book for seven months, every island we stopped at that had a bookstore was always sold out. i've been wondering how it ends for ages now."

"it's my all time favorite in the series, the ending was amazing! i wouldn't mind rereading the whole series just to read that book again.... im glad i could find it for you!" you replied, with a wide smile.

law quietly stood up, leaving his desk to walk over to the bookcase beside it. he grabbed the very first book of the series. as he walked over to you, he paused right in front of you for a second, as if contemplating what he was about to do before offering the first volume to you in exchange for the copy you had found of the third volume. with his gruff and quiet voice, he announced "the office can get organized another day, wanna read for a bit?"

•♡•

true, law was always intrigued by you, from the very second he met you. but pure intrigue had instantly shifted to attraction the second he looked up at you holding the "lost" copy of the book he had been obsessed with. it was to his surprise that you too had also read this series, and loved it.

before he could even process what was happening he heard the words "the office can get organized another day, wanna read for a bit?" slip out of his mouth. and the instant wide smile that shined on your face after he did make him so glad he had said it.

•♡•

it wasn't too long after that first day organizing law's office that the two of you made it a plan to read together. quiet and dark evenings in the captain's office, spent in comfortable silence and the the frequent ambient sound of page turning as the two of you read and reread some of the best moments in your beloved book series.

as you both continued to make progress with the novels each night, the more you noticed the utter charm of the captain. his toned, tan, tattooed chest, his messy dark brown hair, his piercing eyes as the scanned the words on the page in front of him.

you two had grown comfortable in each other's presence, and even began to prefer it to being alone. this small routine being the only time you guys got to spend together alone, becoming an honored custom.

but you couldn't help but hope for more from the captain...

•♡•

law had a hard time vocalizing his feelings. this was something he always knew, but didn't quite have to face the reality of until he was sitting alone in his dark office, waiting for you to show up for your usual nightly reading date, but as the clock ticked by he began to give up hope.

his jealousy bubbled to the surface when he walked into the common room to be greeted with you.... hanging out with shachi, penguin, and bepo, cuddled up next to the soft polar bear mink during a movie night with the crew. what bothered him the most, wasn't the obvious sitting right in front of him, but the fact that he was the one who let it happen. its not like you knew that he'd been harboring feelings for you, he never said anything. but that was about to change.

snuggled into the warm fur of your mink friend, you didn't even notice the law's quiet whispers across the common room "room... shambles."

•♡•

in an instant, you were suddenly in law's office. instead of your head being buried into the soft white fur of navigator of the heart pirates, instead your cheek was laying against the soft warm bare chest of the captain. finally adjusting to your surrounds, you startle a bit "captain.. what the hell is going-"

his arms tighten their grasp around your body, keeping you pressed against him. "sorry... i just.. i couldn't stand watching the two of you that close anymore..." he explained, his voice gruff and somewhat defiant, as if it was a sign of weakness and vulnerability to come clean about the way he feels. "i just.... i was waiting for you tonight.."

you softly began to explain the situation "im so sorry, bepo and the gang dragged me to movie night before i could make it to your office" with side of your face pressed against law's bare chest, you could feel his heart racing, he was much more nervous than he let on. and you, feeling proud of him for being able to vocalize his feelings this far, you decided to make it a bit easier for him when you reply "if you wanted me, captain... all you had to do was ask.."

you could feel him bury his face into your hair, and for a moment he just sat there, holding you, soaking it all in, before he lets out the smallest whisper, just barely loud enough for you to hear, as if he's so afraid to say his wish out loud, like doing so would make it disappear "please be mine?"

you lifted your head up, bringing a hand to the side of his cheek, before you reply "consider me all yours, captain."

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a/n: i may have written the end of this fic before the beginning, so just roll with it if the flow is kind of weird at the end 😭😭 idk how much longer i can stare at my laptop writing this 💀

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[holycrimin]

In honor of me getting my first ever TMNT Comic,

here's Leo with a crush who gets overly excited when gifted something they're obsessed/hyperfixated with (cough definitely not me cough)

while I did buy the comic for myself (it was an Eastman and Laird's TMNT adventure special) I wanted to explore this more because my brain is way too active and i need an outlet lol

pls dont blame me if its a little ooc, im trying my best and this is impulsive T0T

note: Reader uses they/them, Leo is a massive dork, semi proofread

2012!Leo x Expressive!Reader

Saw something he thought you'd like while on patrol,

"Hey guys, you think they'll like this?" He looks throught the window.

They snicker and shit on him (lovingly in a sibling way)

Whether it was a poster or figurine or comic, he's getting that baby just for you

Obviously he'd get it by paying because stealing would be wrong.

And by paying he means snatching it in the middle of the night and leaving a twenty with an apology note

Because that's what heroes do

anyway

Hops up to your apartment,

(with his brothers watching from the shadows because they absolutely cannot resist a good show. yes, even Donnie; like a true hypocrite)

He makes sure that neither your parents are there with you and he knocks on the window

You, with your ultra smart brain, immediately knew it was him because it was either that or a murderer that climbed up to specifically your window to murder you

which was unlikely, but hey, so was being friends with a giant turtle

You open your window and are immediately greeted with a shiny (not-so-brand new) comic/poster/figurine of the thing you talked about nonstop for weeks. maybe months. actually now that you think about it it mightve been year—

"Hey."

"Wh-"

"No way. NO WAY." You take it out of his hands (gently) and look at it in awe, before looking up at him with a dazzled expression

(If you squinted you could see sparkles coming off of you)

"What- Where- Dude. Where'd you even find this?!" A wide grin on your face as you look at him.

"Oh y'know.. Patrol and fighting bad guys, awesome stuff. Uh, then, y'know.. I found some merch that I thought you'd like."

"Dude he's seriously blowing this." one of the guys (mikey) whisper. "Yeah, he's worse than Donnie." he says, earning a 'Hey!' from Donnie.

Leo glares at them for a second before turning his attention back to you.

You let out a giddy giggle, "ahh! dude!"

"Dude." You set it down gently and put both of your hands on his shoulders. "I. Love you. So much. You know that?"

He blushes a little, "Well, I mean, it's not really a big de-"

"Not a big deal?! DUDDEE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. Is this a marriage proposal?" You say, shaking him a little.

"Wh- um.. What?" Leo lets out a weak chuckle, he feels his face heating up. "Because I accept. Let's get married, I love you so much. Oh my god, you have no idea-"

Ohhh god.

Yeah, that does it.

Well, even more than it already has.

"Whahahaha... Okay, uh, You don't really mean that, do y-" Oh.

"..Oh, sorry, is that too far? I mean, I do it with my other friends, but I'm not sure- Leo?" Yeah, no this is going to kill him. Kinda pathetic, huh? That a kiss on the cheek could send him spiraling just like that.

"Ah.. hahahah! Okay cool, haha.. uh, bye! I'll ah.. see you tomorrow? yep. Yeah. Okay, bye!"

He runs off.

Aw crap.

Did you do something wrong? God, you hope not. Maybe you should tone it down next time.

"Smooth moves brother, really got them falling for you."

"Shut up."

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Total writing time: idk like 15-20 mins?

Any fellow fic writers feel free to take inspo or even write a direct sequel to this, I just really like this idea and would absolutely love to read more abt it lol

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Riled Up (Tenth Doctor)

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged (im begging)

Summary: The Doctor grows tired of you trying to work him up.

CW: smut, frottage, closet sex (lmao), the Doctor is jealous, biting, tame dirty talk (imo), thigh riding, gender neutral reader

Doctor Who tag list: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“Can I ask,” the Doctor says, pulling you down a hallway and into a tight closet. “What- are you doing?” 

He sounds angry. The expression on his face is hard. Eyes wide, mouth pursed into a thin line. You’re almost sure you can see a vein pulsing in his forehead. In his defence, you had been flirting with the ambassador for Pilch. In your defence, however, you’d not been flirting for reasons other than diplomatic strategy. But the Doctor clearly did not like it either way. 

“I’m not doing anything,” you replied indignantly, knowing exactly what you were doing. It had been somewhat of a game for you the last little while. How far can you push him before he snaps? You knew he wanted you, and he knew that you wanted him. You weren’t entirely sure what it was that was holding him back, but you were determined to break that barrier down brick by brick. It just so happened that the one time you weren’t actively trying to turn him on and get him to shag you in the bushes was the one time it apparently seemed to work.

“Bollocks,” he growled, pushing you up against the closet wall. The Doctor crowded into your space, nosing at your jaw and forcing you to raise your chin in submission. You sucked in a breath, hands reaching for his hips as he forced your knees apart and slotted his own between them. “You’re teasing me. You’ve been taunting me for weeks. Is this what you want?” 

The Doctor bit at your jaw, the sharpness of his teeth making you whimper. His hands squeezed at your hips and he rubbed his knee against you. 

“O-oh,” you whimpered before biting your lip to keep the sounds in. 

The Doctor tutted, pulling you into a kiss to make you release your lip as he rubbed your hips over his leg, rolling you against him so that the friction jolted electric pleasure up your spine.

“Want- want to hear you,” he said heavily, eyes dark with lust. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t answer my question, love.” 

Your hips begin to move of their own accord, working with the push and pull of his warm hands to bring you closer to the edge. Oh, this was not how you were expecting today to go. Not that you were complaining, of course. 

“I- It wasn’t my intention,” you panted, wrapping your arms around him tighter and moaning into his ear. He shivered as the sounds reverberated through his system. “But I can’t say I haven’t been trying to wind y-ngh-you up lately.” You nipped his earlobe to punctuate the point. 

The Doctor rubs his leg up against you harshly, delighting in the moans that fall from your pretty mouth.  

“Mm, see- I think you’re a liar,” he chuckles, gripping particularly tight at your hip. “You want this. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? The Doctor, huh? Bit of an age gap, but I’ll let it slide.” 

One of his hands releases your hip to palm at himself in his trousers. He groans, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Oh-oh- yes, maybe I should do this more often, hm? Maybe,” he trails off, licking a long stripe up the column of your throat. “Maybe I should split you open on my cock? Watch you tire yourself out. I’d like that. Would you like that? Oh, look at that blush. You would, wouldn’t you? You want to split yourself open on the Doctor’s cock.” 

He lets out a breathy laugh as you grind against him harder, getting so close now. 

“That’s it,” he whispers, bouncing his leg up to give you the extra stimulation. “Cum for me- God, please- cum for me.” 

It hits you all at once, the pleasure rippling from your core and through your body. You can feel your muscles spasming as you continue to rut against him, your arms grow tired and heavy and the Doctor laughs as he has to hold you up while your legs twitch with pleasure. 

“That’s it, love- just like that- oh, so good for me, aren’t you? Shh, that’s it. You’re alright, love.” 

The Doctor caresses your hair, holding you up and in his embrace. You’re panting into his shoulder, nerves alight and scorched with pleasure. 

“I don’t think the Ambassador is going to be happy that you took his newest toy,” you panted with a giggle. The Doctor grins that oh-so-charming smile of his. 

“I don’t think I care. Do you?” 

Your exhausted grin splits wider.

“Not really,” you reply. 

“Good.”

[itsmealaiahh]

"Much Needed Release"

TW: tom being pussymuncher69, pussy eating, clit stimulation, minor profanity, some angst in the beginning, head (fem rec obviously), praise, some overstimulation, somnophilia

Request: older Tom X younger petite reader. reader had a bad day and Tom was tired of hearing abt how bad she was being treated. when r (reader) went upstairs for a nap, Tom woke her up with his face in between her thighs. He makes r cum A TON! Yea. Thx baeee!

IM ACK 😚😚`😚😚😦😦😦 NON T DEAD

Rating: under 15 dni!! explicit situations lie ahead!!

"I hate weekdays"

You complained to tom the minute you walked through the door, tired and spent from the hellish day you had just went through. It just wouldn't stop! The terrible treatment from certain co-workers, and even your boss was unbearable, to say the least.

Each day, you always came home, your mood miserable, and tom wanted to fix it. He was honestly getting a little bit annoyed at how every day at your officeplace was going. Why were your co-workers so rude towards you? Hell, why was even your boss so rude? He was sure you hadn't done anything to warrant the treatment. You were sweeter than anyone he had ever met, and it took a lot to get you angry or upset.

He wanted to help you out and give you a break from the tough week, but how so? You would surely fall asleep during a movie or an activity where you both just sat on the couch together, so how could he possibly help? He didn't notice you were no longer in the living room until he snapped out of his thoughts, and he knew you were taking a nap. He could try to..no.

That would be wrong, and quite frankly, disgusting, unless...

Tom made his way to the bedroom, seeing you napping on his pillow, your body covered by the duvet. Quietly closing the door behind him, he padded over to the mattress where you slept, picking the covers off. His eyes widened just a bit at seeing your underwear the only thing that you were wearing, and his cock twitched in his pants, slowing coming to life. His lips parted a bit, his tongue swiping over his bottom one as he gazed over your sleeping frame, drinking you in fully.

The more he looked, the more turned on he became, his member now straining almost painfully against the restraint of his pants. He pulled the covers over himself, stripping you of your remaining clothes, throwing them to the side; your precious cunt now exposed.

He groaned a little at the sight, placing a gentle lick on your clit before delving into your pussy. His hands held your hips down as you squirmed every now and then in your sleep, letting out little whines as well. He closed his eyes, lapping up and down your core, ravishing your taste on his tongue.

"so fucking sweet" he murmured, his tongue flicking up and down your little bud occasionally, working wonders on you. More moans and other small noises escaped you, slowly coming to from your sleep. Tom didn't see your eyes opening up as he continued to bury his face into your pussy, now sucking tastefully on your clit. You let out a loud moan, your vision no longer blurry. Your legs wrapped around tom's head, squeezing just a bit. You didn't have any time to adjust, your body overcome with pleasure.

Breathing in slowly, you met eyes with tom, who looked up at you with a grin, his beard glistening with your juices. "w-what are you doing?" You questioned, pulling yourself upright with your elbows. "Well" he started, giving another small lick to your core, before going back to speaking. "You had a rough day, so I wanted to make it better. Just sit and relax and let me please you, okay baby? I'll make it worth your while"

You laid back down with a sigh, enjoying the feeling of tom's tongue lapping insistently at your pussy. The tongue was a very wet and strong organ, and having tom's on your core? Fucking heaven. Your legs squeezed his head again, not too rough to cut off air supply, just enough to let him know how good you were feeling. "You like that baby? My tongue on this pretty little pussy?" He smirked. You nodded, giving another small whimper. Your hips bucked up against his mouth, already giving way to your orgasm. "To-tom"

Many, many, many, delicious orgasms later, and now you and tom were snuggled up together in bed, his hand stroking your hair softly. After being so spent from simply his tongue, he was calming you down and letting you go back to sleep, no more tricks up his sleeve for the rest of the night. He was going to let you get some much needed rest, and he'd try to convince you to stay home tomorrow so you could regroup and hopefully ease up from all of the tension your work was putting on you. But that was for tomorrow, right now, it was just about you and him, snuggled up together, happy and content.

also sorry jordan if this isn't what you wanted pookie lmk if you want some diff and i'll try to fix it 😋😋😋

[arolesbianism]

Doodle I did of my girl Juliet earlier

[tpwk-formula1]

Kinktober Day 3 - Thigh Riding - MV1

Max Verstappen X Reader

TW - Thigh riding, blow job, deep throat, sub! reader

WC - 950+

Y/N POV

I allow my horniness to grow more and more while sitting on the couch watching Max on the Sim. I know he's not streaming right now which I use to my advantage because the next thing I know Im pulling my shorts and panties down before sitting back on the couch and playing with my wet pussy.

It has never been a secret in our relationship that I had a thing for Max's thighs. The way they kept tensing and relaxing based on how he was driving was driving me absolutely insane.

It didn't take long for my moans to grow loud enough that Max is turning in his sim to see what I was doing.

"Schat, what's gotten into you," Max asks breaking me out of the little world I was currently in.

"Please," I whine out moving my eyes from his thighs to make eye contact with him. I can see the smirk written all over his face before he gestures with a nod for me to come to him. When I get up I can feel how soaked I had become.

"What's got you like this," Max asks when I get right next to the sim. I can't answer I'm too focused on my soaked pussy which has juices starting to slide down my thighs. This has Maz's eyes flicking down to see just how drenched I was.

"Please, Maxie," I whine out when Max decided to take his hand and start softly teasing my throbbing clit.

"Gotta tell me what's got you like this," Max answered making me whine, 'cause he knows how much I hate admitting what's put me into the mood. Especially when it comes to his thighs cause for whatever reason I find it embarrassing.

I just flick my eyes down to his thighs hoping that was enough of an answer. This has Max chuckling a little before saying, "Words. I need words Schat."

"Your thighs, Maxie," I mumble out before making eye contact again and I can see just how smug that makes him.

"How?" Max asks cheekily while still teasing my clit.

"Maxie," I whine out.

"Schat, answer the question and I promise I'll give you whatever you want," Max says before sinking two fingers into my tight pussy which has me moaning out.

"They looked so good when you were on the sim," I breathe out finally which has Max pulling his fingers out and pulling me onto one of his thighs.

I didn't need any help, I was instantly grinding down on his thigh instantly leaving a wet spot on his gray sweats.

"Fuck, Maxie," I whine out once I found the perfect pace and pressure.

"Schat, you look so good. Drenching my thigh with your pussy," Max whispers out into my neck while leaving soft kisses scattered all over my collarbones.

The closer I get the worse my rhythm gets which has Max gripping my waist to help guide me.

"Can I cum, Maxie?" I whine out, feeling myself ready to fall over the edge.

"Cum for me, schat" Max tells me while speeding up his movements.

"Oh fuck," I moan out right as I fall over the edge. As I'm cumming Max continues the movements with my hips to make sure I ride my orgasm out.

As soon as I come down from my intense orgasm I instantly fall into Max's chest to catch my breath and hopefully allow the post-orgasm shakes to calm down a little.

Once I have fully relaxed into Max's chest I reach between us to fish out Max's hard cock out of his sweats. The second I get my hands around his cock Max is already started to moan out.

"Fuck, schat, feels so good," Max moans out as I start picking up my pace.

Without thinking twice I slide out of Max's lap and between his legs making sure to not hit my head on the desk or mess with any of the sim floorboard.

Once I'm comfortably on my knees I instantly take make into my mouth which makes him groan out at the contact.

"Schat," Max whines out when I start to deep-throat him. This was something we had been working on together for a while and I was happy I could finally put my new talent to good work.

When my nose hit his blond pubes I could feel Max start to shake, which signaled he was getting closer. While still actively deepthroating Max I start to massage his balls which throws him over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm cumming," Max groans out while holding my hair in his fist to keep me in place as he cums down my throat. I make sure to swallow every last drop of his cum before slowly pulling off of his cock with a loud pop that echoed throughout the apartment.

When I finally start to pull myself back into Max's lap I notice how massive of a wet spot I left behind which makes my cheeks grow red in embarrassment before hiding my face in Max's neck.

"Schat, don't hide from me," Max says while pulling my chin out from his neck before pulling me in for some soft kisses.

"Maxie, that's so embarrassing," I groan out still red in the face from how soaked I left Max's thigh.

"Nothing embarrassing, Schat! It's hot to see how good something as simple as my thigh gets you so turned on," Max tells me while pulling me down for a few more kisses.

"Let's go shower. I want you to come on my cock now," Max says while pulling us both out of the sim and taking us to the master bathroom.

[i-cant-sing]

Just thinking about Yandere Todoroki clan and reader's random moments.

Reader coming home after a particularly bad day, but poor girl cant even cry or complain without everyone immediately overreacting and pulling you out of school/college or even keeping you from going out at all. So now, reader has to either cry in self pity before she enters her home, wipe her tears and fix herself just enough to show that she hadnt just bawled her eyes out moments ago. That, or do the more risky thing and go home, go to your room and cry under the covers, but then theres always the chance of Rei or the others walking in on you any moment.

Also thinking about baby/toddler reader being sick, just a common cold or flu, nothing major. But with reader whining and being so young, the family's infantalisation goes through the roof and theyd treat you as if you were immunocompromised. I wont lie, but I think Rei is almost kinda... glad when you get sick? She enjoys you being dependant on her for the most things, even when you grow up and are able to handle a cold, she still deludes herself into thinking that you need mommy to come and help you.

I think the one person who is most affected by reader getting sick, no matter what age, is Enji. The man just cant help but view you as a fragile, starving Victorian child the moment you fall ill. In his eyes, even a harsh blow of air is too much for a fragile thing like you, let alone something as bad as the flu. He just- he's holding toddler reader in his arms, who snuggles into his warm body, your tiny nose pink and he cant get the image of you crying and vomiting and being oh so feverish- thats just way too much for your small body. Oh how he almost cried when he took you to the doctor for a shot and you clung to him, trying to bury yourself into him as you begged him to make you feel better, cried to him that you didnt want to get the "big scary needle!" He just had to hold you there in his firm grip as you writhed, had to look away when you looked at him and he saw the feeling of betrayal in your eyes, had to keep himself from not strangling the fucking doctor for not being careful, had to walk out of the clinic and hand you to Rei because he couldnt hear you cry anymore, had to have Rei console both you and Enji (assuring him that "no, Enji. Y/n doesnt resent you for making her get a shot.") and he couldnt even sleep a wink that night because he was standing by your bed, holding your tiny hand with his pinky as a tear finally slipped out of his eye.

ALSO thinking about adult reader going out of the house to meet up with friends, except shes meeting up with them at a club instead of at their house like she told Enji and Rei, and now shes standing outside, abandoned by said friends, and shes now running because a group of pervy men are chasing her and she doesnt know who to call, so she just speed dials Shotou, except someone just changed all your speed dials to one number, and you think youre doomed when Shotou doesnt say a word to you and just hangs up when within minutes, someone comes in front of you-

"Dabi?" He tells you to cover your ears and look away, and you know well by know what that means, so you obey, feeling a bit regretful as those men begin to scream in agony. You dont know how long its been until Dabi pulls your hands away and examines your wounds. He lets you crash into his chest as you sob, and this time, Dabi simply decides to take you home quietly without a lecture.

Hmmm, also thinking about Natsuo who is usually cool as a cucumber, the most normal being in the family, except for his very rare episodes of unbridled rage where he suddenly becomes the Hulk. Good thing for you is that this anger is never directed towards you, rather towards people who actively threaten your life (except Rei cause she gets to play "Im your mom who became mentally unstable because of your abusive dad") The only time NAtsuo is stern with you is when it comes to your health. He's just looking at you with those strict eyes when you refuse to take your multivitamins, or dont want to get a flu shot, or try to make up an excuse so that he cant check your vitals. And when he just grabs your wrist and pulls you to sit down so that he can do his checkup, its in those moments that you realise just how strong your brother is... and how easy it may be for him to overpower you and sedate you if he ever followed through Rei's threats.

[tteotlma]

Midnight Mischief

deepthroating - cum eating - wet dream

Bucky Barnes/Reader (2.8wc)

a/n: i can't believe i posted this a minute late. also im straying away from xmen rn bc.. let's face it -- im an og sucker for avengers

tw: : 18+ MDNI, non-consensual sexual acts, explicit sexual content, somnophilia, voyeurism, power imbalance, boundary violation, potential emotional manipulation, intimate partner sexual activity.

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The room is quiet, save for the soft rustling of sheets as you stir, caught in the haze between sleep and wakefulness. You try to settle back into slumber, but something keeps pulling you from the edge—soft, almost broken sounds, like the faintest of whimpers. At first, you think it’s the creak of the bed, but when it happens again, clearer, you realize it’s coming from behind you.

Bucky.

His body is pressed close to yours, his arm draped over your waist, holding you against his chest. You can feel the warmth of him, the steady rise and fall of his breath, but something’s different. His breathing is heavier now, more ragged. You try to ignore it, brushing it off as a dream, but when he tightens his hold on you, pulling you even closer, the sound of his neediness slips into the air again, low and guttural.

Your heart quickens. Is he having a nightmare? You reach back instinctively, your fingers tracing the muscular curve of his arm in an attempt to soothe him. But just as your touch connects, so does his—his hand glides slowly over your side, his fingertips barely grazing your skin but leaving a trail of heat in their wake. It’s a lazy, sensual movement, almost like he’s caressing you without realizing it.

He’s still asleep, you realize, lost in a dream, but the way he touches you—slow, deliberate, unhurried—feels different. His hand slides lower, fingers pressing into your waist, his breath growing deeper, more ragged. His lips brush against your neck, soft and warm, and you feel the weight of his hips subtly shifting, pressing into you from behind, rolling in time with the rhythm of his breath.

The sound of him—soft groans, needy whimpers—sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten and relax with each movement, the way his grip on you tightens as if holding on to something even in his sleep. You gasp when his fingers curl into the curve of your hip, pulling you back against him, the heat between you growing.

It’s then that it hits you, the realization settling in your chest: Bucky isn’t having a nightmare.

You turn slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of his face, but the darkness of the room shrouds his features. His breathing is heavier now, his chest rising and falling against your back. You feel the hard press of him, his hips rolling in slow, unconscious movements. You bite your lip as the realization hits. He’s having a wet dream.

Heat floods your body at the thought. Bucky’s breath is coming in shallow gasps, and you can feel his hardness growing against you, the tension in his muscles evident even in sleep. His hand tightens its grip on your waist, pulling you closer as his hips move in slow, rhythmic thrusts. It’s like his body is seeking you out, even in his dreams.

A soft moan escapes him, and the sound sends a thrill through you, making your pulse race. You should probably wake him up—but part of you doesn’t want to. Part of you wonders what would happen if you didn’t. The thought makes a heat pool between your legs, a thrill of excitement winding its way through you. You shift beneath him, carefully extricating yourself from his hold as you slide down the bed.

Your heart pounds wildly as you settle between his legs, the anticipation crackling in the air around you. Every instinct tells you to stop, to pull away worried if you’re crossing a line, but the magnetic pull of Bucky’s body is too intoxicating to resist. Your fingers graze the waistband of his boxers, the soft fabric brushing against your fingertips, and you can feel the heat radiating from him. 

You glance up at his face, wanting to see if he’s awake, but his eyes remain closed, framed by dark lashes that cast shadows against his cheek. He looks so serene, so lost in the world of dreams, and the sight sends a rush of desire through you. You swallow hard, the anticipation thickening in your throat, your pulse quickening as you draw closer.

With trembling fingers, you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down just enough to free his length. The fabric slides away, revealing him, and your breath catches in your throat at the sight. He’s beautiful—hard and heavy, the smooth skin glistening slightly in the low light, with a tantalizing hint of pre-cum pooling at the tip. 

The way he lays before you, vulnerable yet powerful, sends heat pooling low in your belly. You can’t help but admire him, the way his length twitches slightly in response to your gaze, as if he senses your hunger. The sheer size of him fills you with a rush of excitement and a tingle of nervousness, a wicked thrill coursing through your veins. Your hand instinctively moves closer, hovering just above him, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. You bite your lip, excitement and arousal flooding your senses as you contemplate the heat and power resting so tantalizingly close.

What am I doing? The question flickers in your mind, but it fades just as quickly, replaced by the sound of Bucky’s soft, needy moans. You can’t resist. Slowly, you lean forward, your tongue darting out to flick against the tip of him. Bucky shudders in his sleep, a groan slipping from his lips, but he doesn’t wake.

Your heart races as you take him fully into your mouth, the warmth of him enveloping you in an intoxicating rush. The sensation is overwhelming, every inch of him filling your senses as your lips slide down his length in one smooth, practiced motion. You can taste him—salt and musk melding together, stirring a deep hunger within you. The warmth radiating from him fills you, igniting a fire deep in your belly as you hollow your cheeks and suck gently, savoring every moment.

Bucky’s hips jerk in response, a deep, primal moan escaping him, and the sound vibrates through you, sending a delicious shiver up your spine. His hand twitches where it rests against the bed, fingers curling into the sheets as if he’s trying to anchor himself to reality. You pause for a brief moment, your gaze flickering up to his face, checking to see if he’s waking. But his eyes remain closed, his brow furrowed in pleasure, lost in the dream world where you’ve drawn him.

With renewed determination, you take him deeper, feeling the weight of him pressing against your throat. Your tongue swirls around him, tracing every contour, teasing and exploring as you bob your head in slow, deliberate strokes. The sensation of him sliding against your tongue sends a thrill through your body, igniting every nerve ending. Bucky groans again, a sound so raw and needy it sends heat pooling in your core. His hips rock upward into your mouth, instinctively chasing the sensation, even in his dreams.

The sound of his voice—thick with desire and completely at your mercy—makes your thighs clench together, an ache building within you. You can’t help but revel in the power you have over him in this moment, the intimacy of it all wrapping around you like a warm embrace. Each movement you make, each flick of your tongue, elicits another groan, another desperate thrust of his hips. You find yourself lost in the rhythm, a heady mix of pleasure and urgency coursing through you as you give in to the primal connection sparking between you.

Fuck, he is so hot.

Your hand wraps around the base of him, fingers curling tightly as you stroke in time with the rhythm of your mouth. The sensation sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can feel him twitch in response to your every movement. His breathing is ragged now, punctuated by the deep, guttural moans that escape him, each sound vibrating through you and urging you on. Bucky’s body trembles beneath you, the muscles in his thighs flexing and relaxing as he succumbs to the waves of pleasure crashing over him.

You suck harder, taking him deeper, feeling the heat of him fill you completely until you hit the back of your throat. The moment he does, Bucky gasps sharply, a primal sound that echoes in the stillness of the room, his hips jerking upward instinctively as if trying to push himself further into your mouth. The rush of power and desire surges through you, igniting an intoxicating thrill that makes your heart race.

You pull back slightly, savoring the moment as your tongue flicks against the underside of him, teasing and tantalizing. The way he groans loudly sends a thrill down your spine, a deep rumble of pleasure that resonates within you. His hand reaches out, gripping the sheets tightly as his body tenses, muscles coiling like a spring ready to snap. “Fuck…” he mutters in his sleep, a desperate plea that ignites something primal within you. 

His hips roll into your mouth again, seeking the heat and comfort that you’re giving him, and you feel a rush of satisfaction flood through you. Each thrust he makes is instinctual, a need to chase the pleasure coursing through him. You can taste the salt of his skin, feel the warmth radiating from him, and it only intensifies your desire to make him lose himself completely.

You’re caught in a delicious tug-of-war between the urge to wake him and the overpowering desire to keep going. The thrill of his unawareness fuels a fire within you; there’s something intoxicating about the fact that he remains blissfully lost in the pleasure you’re giving him. Every moan that escapes his lips feels like a triumph, a testament to the connection you share in this intimate moment.

Your hand tightens around him, the smooth skin warming beneath your fingers as you stroke in time with the soft bob of your head. The rhythm becomes a dance of pleasure, and with each movement, you feel him twitch again, his body responding eagerly to your touch. His breathing grows more erratic, the sounds coming from him rising in pitch and urgency, each desperate moan sending shivers of delight through you.

You can sense the tension building within him, an unmistakable sign that he’s teetering on the edge. The thrill of knowing he’s close sends a rush of exhilaration coursing through you. Every flick of your tongue, every pull of your mouth, draws him nearer to the precipice of ecstasy, and you can feel it—the electric charge in the air, the delicious anticipation of what’s to come.

The intimacy of this moment deepens your resolve, and the need to hear him cry out for you, to see him lose himself completely, consumes you. You know he’s close, and the thought ignites a fresh wave of hunger, your body responding to the urgency pulsing between you.

Just as you’re about to take him deeper, Bucky stirs beneath you, his body shifting with the first whispers of waking. His eyes flutter open, confusion briefly flickering across his features as reality begins to settle in. For a heartbeat, he’s disoriented, lost in the haze of sleep, but that quickly fades as his gaze drops to where your mouth is wrapped around him. 

His lips part in a slow, deliberate movement, and a low groan escapes him, reverberating through the air like a drawn-out plea. The moment realization dawns, his expression shifts from confusion to pure, raw desire, a hunger that ignites a spark deep within you. Instinctively, his hand tangles in your hair, fingers curling possessively as if to anchor himself in this unexpected bliss. “Fuck,” he breathes, his voice rough and thick with the remnants of sleep, sending shivers down your spine. “You… you were doing this while I was asleep?”

You nod slightly, the motion sending gentle vibrations through him, and your eyes lock with his, holding the intensity of the moment. The way he’s looking at you—eyes dark with lust, filled with disbelief and desire—sends a wave of arousal coursing through you, igniting every nerve ending. It’s exhilarating, knowing you’ve drawn him into this intimate act without his conscious consent.

He growls softly, the sound low and primal, and you feel his grip on your hair tighten, urging you closer. His hips buck upward instinctively, seeking that connection, that warmth that only you can provide. “You’re so fucking bad,” he murmurs, a wicked grin spreading across his face, his breath coming in shallow gasps. The playful challenge in his voice sends a thrill through you, your heart racing at the delicious thrill of being caught in the act. “I can’t believe you’d do this.”

The weight of his words hangs in the air, a mix of incredulity and admiration, and it only serves to heighten the heat between you. You can see the conflict in his eyes—part of him revels in the pleasure you’re giving, while another part still grapples with the wildness of the moment. It’s intoxicating, and you can’t help but savor every second.

His voice is gravelly, still laced with the remnants of sleep, but now there’s an undeniable edge to it—a raw hunger that ignites something primal within you. He watches you intently, his gaze dark and intense, filled with a mix of desire and disbelief as he begins to move his hips in slow, deliberate thrusts, using your mouth to chase his pleasure. “God, that feels so good,” he groans, the sound low and throaty, his head falling back against the pillow, exposing the strong line of his neck. 

With each thrust, the rhythm builds between you, a tantalizing dance of dominance and submission. “You’re gonna make me cum,” he gasps, his voice thick with need, and the weight of his words sends a thrill straight through you, igniting the fire of your own desire. Your thighs press together, aching with need, as you take him deeper, your hand working to stroke what your mouth can’t reach, the slickness of him making your skin tingle.

Bucky’s breath hitches, each sound escalating in pitch as his body trembles, caught in the delicious tension of being so close. You can feel him starting to lose control, his hips jerking erratically as he chases that elusive release. The sight of him unraveling for you is intoxicating, and it only drives you to take him deeper, to draw out the pleasure that hangs heavy in the air.

With one final thrust, Bucky groans loudly, a sound that echoes in the quiet room, and his hand tightens in your hair, pulling you closer as he spills into your mouth. The warmth of his release floods you, a heady rush that fills every inch of your senses. You swallow greedily, savoring the taste of him, the salty essence lingering on your tongue, and the satisfaction of having brought him to this moment.

As he trembles beneath you, his chest heaves, the sound of his breaths ragged and desperate as he rides out the last waves of his orgasm. You watch in awe as his body relaxes against the bed, the tension leaving him in soft, shuddering breaths. The intimacy of it all, the connection you’ve forged in this heated moment, leaves you both exhilarated and utterly satisfied.

But before you can pull away, Bucky's hands grasp you firmly, pulling you up toward him with a force that makes your heart race. In an instant, his lips crash into yours, igniting a fire that consumes you both. The kiss is hard and urgent, a fierce collision of mouths that sends waves of electricity coursing through your body. You can taste him on your tongue—warm, salty, and intoxicating—and the sheer intensity of it takes your breath away, leaving you momentarily dazed.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls against your lips, his voice low and thick with desire, each word sending shivers down your spine. His hand tangles in your hair, fingers gripping tightly as he deepens the kiss, pulling you even closer. You can feel the heat radiating off him, the strength of his body enveloping you, and it only heightens your longing for more.

The world around you fades, leaving only the two of you entwined in this heated moment, and you find yourself melting against him. The kiss feels like a promise—raw and hungry, filled with the weight of everything left unsaid. “But I’m not done with you yet,” he breathes, his lips brushing against yours as he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, a wicked glint dancing in his gaze.

The determination in his voice sends a thrill through you, igniting a hunger of your own. You want to respond, to show him just how much you crave him, but the heat of his presence leaves you breathless, consumed by the desire that crackles between you. His grip on your hair tightens slightly, a silent command that sends a surge of excitement racing through your veins. You realize that this is only the beginning, and the anticipation of what’s to come leaves you eager and wanting, ready to surrender to the intensity of the moment.

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a/n: two days down, someone tell me ur thots pls.