#like you can get it on shirts and earrings and everything; and the angels encourage it

[ghettogirly]

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄!!

-> synopsis: where he sees an unwanted man bothering you at the bar and decides to step in.

[🕷️] warnings: mature language, presence of guns, mention of violence, mention of alcohol.

[🕷️] authors note: this is my first time writing an imagine after three years so bear with me!! please reblog and like if you enjoy!

It was a cool day in nighttime of Miami, the sky cascades with elements of black and dark purple as the day descends into the night. You walked into the club, Zillion, and a stone of lights automatically attacks your eyes. The neon colours and the loud music hits your ears as swarms of people dance around you.

Your friends encouraged you to come out with them for once as you always stay at home, loving the peace and comfort of your own house. However, you felt guilty neglecting them and decided to accept their offer.

“Isn’t this fun!”, your best friend, Selina squeals.

You try push out a smile but you can’t help but still not feel the excitement that runs throughout the cramped room. “This isn’t my vibe, i want to go home already.” You sigh, feeling an aching sensation in the side of your head.

Nevertheless, your friends drags you to a tiny booth, having a small table with a bucket of ice and champagne placed on it. They start dancing to the music a little bit while deciding what they’re going to drink, completely hypnotised by the energy surging throughout the room. You just stand there, trying to loosen up a bit.

Your eyes scan the room, looking over the crowd of people on the dance floor before landing on a balcony on the upper floor. The VIP section. Interested, you observe the people there noticing flamboyant men with chains and clearly a lot of wealth. Sleazy women were scattered around them as they entertained useless conversations and presented flattery to the men. However, there was one particular man who was sitting there, a glass of whiskey and ice in his hand, completely zoned out.

You was fascinated. From your angle you could only see certain details of him. He wore a black silk shirt and ripped jeans, his lips were full, pink and glossy with his right eyebrow having a scar stripped through it. His tan skin shone in the neon lights, the club lights flattering his skin as the purple light compliments his cool undertones.

He was clearly uninterested in the girls around him, his scowl present on his face as he ignores the countless efforts of conversations around him.

Time goes by and you lose focus of everything going around you: eyes glued onto him. Everything seemed to stand still, the world no longer being important unless-

“Hey! What you looking at?” One of your friends shout from across the booth, snapping you out of ogling of the mysterious man. “Nothing. It’s fine.”

“Okay well, can you get us some drinks from the bar? I want a vodka with coke and some shots for the table, get whatever you want it’s on me!” She shouts over the defeaning music, shooing me away.

“Looks like i have no choice,” I sigh.

Walking over to the bar, i sit on one of the wooden stools, waiting for a bartender to approach me. Tapping the table out of habit, i feel a presence behind me. “Hey pretty lady, what’s your name?” The unknown man whispers, i feel his hot breath on my ear, causing me to shiver.

“I don’t have a name.” I groan, not even bothering to turn around and engage with the clearly drunken man, already over with the situation. He sits down beside me nevertheless. “Everyone has a name angel, come on.. tell me.” His alcoholic breath floods my nose, i squirm at the thought of the amount of alcohol he’s consumed.

His hand reaches over to my hair, tucking it behind my ear which now causes me to turn to his direction but move my head back in retaliation from the bold move. “I said i don’t have one, leave me alone.”

Out of nowhere, he grabs my face and forces me to look at him. “Don’t make me ask again.” The force he inflicts on my face causes my eyes to water, unable to say anything due to the man’s blind rage, i try repeatedly tapping his arm to let go of me but the alcohol has clouded his sense of judgement.

A whistle is then heard behind the man. “Let go.”

I look up and it’s the same man i noticed sitting at the VIP booth, he holds a silver glock to creep’s head, his face undistinguishable. Moving to the man’s ear he whispers, “don’t make me have to tell you twice,” his accent thick and heavy.

The man instantly lets go of my face, clearly shaking at not only the presence of the foreign man but the gun to his head as well. I sit there in shock, my eyes flickering from man to man, frozen as to what’s going to happen next.

“Now you’re going to apologise to this pretty lady and leave this club, don’t let me see you again or i will kill you.” He states casually, before swiftly putting the man into a headlock, keeping the gun in the same position. “Trust me, i’ll make sure to do it slowly and painfully.” He holds him down harder before letting him go, the drunken man chokes out and wheezes before running out of the club side to side due to his incompetent state.

The foreign man now turns to me, a slight smirk on his face. “The names Armando. Drinks are on me.”

[cap-winter-barnes]

HEY QUEEN! i had this idea for a fic… angsty, could also be fluffy and maybe smutty? 👀 anyway, like in the original twisters, reader goes to try and get tyler to sign divorce papers and ends up chasing him around with tornadoes. then maybe she almost dies in one with him, like the pool scene, or she gets hurt? either way, they fall in love again, etc etc. !!!

Sign Your Life Away (Tyler Owens x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of sex, Tyler Owens (need I say more?)

It had been a while since you'd last visited your home state of Oklahoma, and it wasn't without trying, your life has just been a whirlwind of drama for the last few months. Your job had been even more demanding than usual with all of the unforeseen tornadoes smattering the map, one after another.

You are expecting this visit to be short and sweet, in and out, back to your apartment in Los Angeles. The divorce papers you have been carrying with you for quite some time, tightly fisted in your hand as you approach the growing mass of tornado chasers. Despite hoping that your soon to be ex-husband would be here upon your arrival, you soon realise that his little media circus is still awaiting the appearance of the world famous "Tornado Wrangler".

With a racing heart, you perch yourself onto the bonnet of your rented truck, boots balancing on the bumper guard. It may have been months since you last wore your wedding band but you still feel the ghost of the metal that once adorned your left hand whenever you think of Tyler Owens. Tears long dried out for the man, you take a deep breath as you prepare to see him for the first time in a long time, and hopefully for the last, you're ready for a new, fresh start in LA.

The rev of an engine brings you out of your thoughts, the blaring sound of a rock country track blaring through the air familiar to your ears. This was yours and Tyler's song. Keeping your position on your truck you watch as the Tyler's Ram speeds into the lot. You let the media crowd have their fun, surging and cheering for the arrival of their 'star'. Music still playing loudly you can't help but smile as you watch the one and only Tyler Owens soaking in the spotlight. Yet what surprises you is the false smile on his face, there's a dullness in his eyes that you can see from just watching from afar.

As you take in the sight of him, he notices you. He freezes as he makes eye contact, the smile completely disappearing from his face. A quick whisper to Boone and his crew has the crowd disperse with the promise of T-Shirts, signed merch and food to encourage them. Tyler makes a beeline for you, his confidence stride has you nervous.

"It's been a while, Baby Girl." He tips the brim of his Stetson towards you, a sad yet welcoming smile crossing his face.

"I'm not your Baby Girl anymore, Owens." You jump down from the hood, quick to press the worn papers into his chest. "Sign 'em." Before you can pull away, he has his hand around yours, holding you close to his body.

"You know neither of us want that, right?" Swallowing back a retort you meet his eyes, drowning in his hazel pools. "C'mon, Y/N." The pleading in his voice and face have your heart questioning everything.

"Tyler, it'll never work."

He breaks the eye-contact first and you swear you see the glisten of tears in his eyes. "It was good while it lasted, Owens. But we both want very different things."

"Ju-"

"Sign the papers, please. I'm staying in El Reno, come by the motel tomorrow and drop them off."

Without another word you turn your back on the man you used to love, truck door now between you both, you take one more look at Tyler as you see his heart breaking in front of you all over again.

"Okay. If this is what you want."

*The Next Evening*

You're not shocked that Tyler is late to drop off the divorce papers but why do you not feel disappointed that he never showed? Just as you are about to leave to set off back for home, there's a loud knocking at the door. With a sigh you open the door to be suddenly met with Tyler standing dishevelled and soaking with rain in front of you.

"We need to leave, now!"

The panic in his voice is enough to put your trust in him.

"Ty?"

"We need to move, now! I'm serious, let's go." He holds his hand out to you and without a second thought you place yours in his. As you make your way out of the motel room, you notice the chaos erupting around you.

"What the fuck? Tyler, where did this come from?"

With a rambled and short explanation you know just from his tone and demeanour that you're really in trouble if you don't get moving. The tornado is unmissable as it covers the horizon, debris flying across the sky, tearing apart everything in its path.

"We need to find somewhere low."

Immediately your mind goes to the empty swimming pool across the lot, you pull on Tyler's hand, guiding him in the right direction. Over all the destruction you make out the sound of a woman screaming and a young child crying. "Ty!" With one swift nod he runs across the lot to help, carrying the little girl carefully in his arms, never letting the mother out of sight.

The wind speed ratchets up quicker than you expect, this isn't your first experience with a tornado but this is the closest you've ever been to one outside the protection of the Ram. You loved storm chasing with Tyler, long before you were married and during those blissful few years that you were still in that honeymoon stage. A scream leaves your chest as you watch a truck somersault mere inches from crushing him to death. And you know if that moment that those divorce papers were a mistake. You were still madly, irrevocably in love with Tyler Owens, you'd just been in denial for all this time.

As he keeps your shielded from most of the force of mother nature, his arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe, you pray that you both make it through this to work things out.

Seconds feel like hours before the tornado passes. You can't help but shiver violently with fear, exhaustion and the effects of the rain seeping into your skin. Yet as you take in the destruction around you, your mind is on only one thing - Tyler Owens. Without taking a second thought you grab him by the collars of his shirt and pull him towards you. As you press your lips to his own, you can't help regret leaving him behind all those months ago, what an idiot you had been. But you know here and now is where you belong, in his arms.

Part 2 Coming Soon

[natashaslesbian]

Hey can I request a teen reader x mommy Natasha fic.

Where reader still likes to co sleep with her mommy.

Nat has started a relationship with Wanda, and the witch is slightly put out by it all.

Three In The Bed And The Little One Said

Word Count: 1.6k

Parings: (Teen!Reader x Mom!Natasha) (Wanda x Natasha) (Wandanat x Reader)

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A/N: I’m so sorry this took me so long to get done! It’s not proofread but I hope it’s okay<3

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“Come on” Wanda encouraged “a sleepover would be so fun! Waking up next to you is all I’ve ever wanted” she continued “I know, me too but what about y/n” Natasha said “I’m sure one night won’t hurt” Wanda said as she pushed a stray hair behind Nats ear. “I don’t know Wanda” the witches eyes fell down to her feet “I’m sorry but I have to be there for y/n, she’s my everything” Natasha said “and what about me” Wanda continued to hold her gaze down, the redhead gently lifted her chin “you’re my always” she said “I love you more than you’ll ever know, I just can’t leave y/n” Natasha sighed, hating having to let her girlfriend down again. “It’s okay” Wanda huffed, meaning it wasn’t really okay “I understand” she finished. Natasha lifted Wanda’s gaze back to her own, her gentle fingers lifting her chin. The widow leaned in to the witch and connected their lips in a sweet kiss. A hint of honey coated Wanda’s lip and would leave a trace on Natasha’s. The two woman sat in silence for a little while longer, basking in each others warm, until Natasha noticed the time. “I’ve gotta go baby” she whispered into the redheads hairline “I love you” she solidified with a kiss on the cheek “I love you too” said Wanda, sad that her girlfriend was leaving again.

You stirred slightly as the front door closed, a gentle pat of boots along the wooden floor told you that your mom was home. Natasha made her way upstairs to find you cuddled up with a book in bed, her bed. “Hey angel” she said “hi mama” you whispered “it’s late, you should be asleep” your mom said as she quickly changed into a large shirt and grey joggers. “I tried mom, I just kept waking up so I decided to wait for you” you shyly said. Natasha joined you in bed and pulled you into her arms, it was one of the only ways you could settle. Sleep had always been hard for you, ever since you were a baby. It took your mom ages to settle you to for naps and when she first moved you into your ‘big girl room’ you cried the whole night, you were having none of it. “Come here sweetheart” Natasha said as you shuffled into her embrace “mamas got you” you continued to co sleep with your mom and even now at 15 years old, you preferred to stay in her bed even though you had a perfectly good room of your own.

After just a few moments in your mamas arms you fell into a deep slumber. Natasha sighed contently, she loved still being able to hold you like this but she wanted to spend time like this with Wanda too. Her new relationship was a sore subject for you, you had your mom wrapped around your finger and letting someone new in had proven to be a big challenge. It had always been just you and Natasha at home and that was the way you liked it. Of course you loved all your aunts and uncles at the avengers compound and of course you didn’t keep your mom away from her friends. But a new love in her life had you scared. Natasha’s love was everything to you and the thought of having it sliced in half was breaking your heart. Deep down, you knew your moms love for you could never decrease but these new circumstances were so foreign to you. Natasha soon fell asleep cuddled up with you, her relationship with Wanda still on her mind.

The next morning you and Natasha followed the same routine. You had breakfast together then your mom had her shower while you got ready for school. Natasha dropped you off and then headed off to meet her girlfriend. The witch and the widow had decided to go out for a morning coffee and Nat was hoping to settle the awkwardness around the ‘sleepover situation’. “Hi baby” Wanda said as she looked up from the table “hey gorgeous” Natasha lent down for a small kiss. The pair conversed over their usual coffee orders until yesterdays conversation was brought up. “So how’s y/n?” Wanda asked “she’s okay, she was still up when I got home” Natasha said with a slight guilt. “You know I get it right” Wanda said as she lent over to lift Nats chin “your daughter comes first and she always will, I admire how much you love her” she continued “and I love how protective you are of her, I’m never gonna try to change that”. Natasha smiled slightly, happy that she hadn’t completely ruined her relationship with Wanda. “So you’re not mad?” The redhead asked “maybe a little at first” Wanda said “I just love you so much and I wanna hold you forever, but y/n needs you” the couple held hands over the table “she likes you, y/n does, she likes when you come over” Natasha said as a wild thought came into her head. “Will you come round tonight?” She asked her girlfriend.

It took a lot of convincing, but you finally came round the idea of having Wanda over tonight. It was true that you really liked her but knowing your mom had asked her to spend the night had you spiralling. “She must think I’m a freak” you whispered “sweetheart of course she doesn’t” Natasha cooed as she curled up with you on the couch. “Do you want me to go upstairs while you have dinner?” You shyly said “no baby, Wanda knows how much you mean to me and I want you to spend time with her too” your mom said as she brushed a stray hair from your face. The two of you finished your movie just in time before the door bell rang and Natasha went to great her girlfriend. “Hey y/n” Wanda said cheerfully as she came into the living room “hi” you mumbled before the three of you shared in some more small talk. Dinner went by in a flash and although you felt like the biggest third wheel ever, your mom and Wanda asked you to pick a movie before bed. You started to feel sleepy just before the credits rolled and Natasha suggested that it might be time to hit the hay. You were suddenly more awake and a little frightened of having to settle into your own bed for the night, you hadn’t done so in weeks.

“Just close your eyes baby and I’m sure you’ll get to sleep in no time” Natasha softly said as she stroked your cheek. Your mom had been in your room for 30 minutes now and Wanda had taken the extra time to have a shower, but Natasha knew that soon she would have to leave for her room. “I don’t like it in here mama” you sniffled “oh don’t cry darling” Nat said as she moved to wipe your stray tears. You didn’t really know why you were crying and you still didn’t know why you preferred to co sleep with your mom, you just knew that it was where you felt the safest. “I’ll be just next door sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere I promise” Natasha cooed. you tried, you really did but nothing could stop the anxiety running through your blood. Your cried had quietened now and you did feel as though you could drift off any moment but as soon as Natasha stood up to leave you bolted awake again “mama” you whimpered as you sat up. Nat came running straight back to you and bundled you up in her arms “oh my baby” she whispered “you’re okay I promise” you started to cry silently again and both you and Natasha missed the quiet creak of the door frame.

Another pair of arms wrapped tightly around you and surprisingly you melted into them “Wanda?” You asked as you pulled back slightly to see her “it’s just me” the witch said. “I’m sorry” you cried out “please don’t hate me, I’m not trying to keep my mom away from you” you sobbed. “Oh y/n I could never hate you” Wanda said as she tightened her grip around you and Natasha “I know how much you love your mom and I know how much she loves you” the witch continued “why don’t you come sleep with us, I’m sure moms bed can fit three” you were so shocked by her suggestion and so was Natasha. Wanda gave your mom a small smile and Nat felt like the luckiest woman alive. “Are you sure?” You asked with shaky breaths “I don’t wanna stop you to being together, I can be brave” you whispered “oh I know you can, you’re always so brave. And I promise you will never be in the way, your mom and I love you so much” Wanda said “you-you love me?” You asked Wanda. Natasha was almost in tears watching this moment unfold, seeing a new side to Wanda that she loved so much “of course I do, you’re a part of my life now y/n” Wanda said as she placed a gentle kiss on your forehead “now why don’t we go and get snuggled up?” You nodded into the witches chest and let your mom carry you into her bedroom.

You, Natasha and Wanda all settled into your mom’s bed. It was a little bit of a squeeze but you were happily nuzzled in the middle of them. You made sure to shuffle down slightly to your mom and her girlfriend could at least be face to face, you knew how much she adored Wanda. The three of you soon fell asleep, all intertwined with each other. Wanda knew that she wanted this feeling to last forever. Natasha was overwhelmed by how much she loved you both. And you had the best sleep of your life.

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[short-honey-badger]

Peppermint Tea 11

Alright. So this part is pretty plot heavy, I would think? I hope you enjoy the direction I've got planned, and if you have any suggestions I would gladly hear them!

Warnings! Kissing and some heavy petting? It's not too graphic. Mihawk is sad.

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For once, you are the first one awake the next morning. Your eyes crack open to the delightful sight of your lover? Boyfriend? You still don't know which term you prefer. But he looks beautiful while asleep, his usually pinched scowl relaxed and peaceful in his sleep. You take in his handsome features, to his sharp jaw and immaculate facial hair.

This man has become so much to you in what feels like such a small amount of time. It feels more like you have known Dracule for your entire life, not the measly three months that have actually passed. And maybe you have, the more you think about it, and if your dreams have anything to say about it.

After that first time, you've had similar dreams since. Sometimes, they aren't as bad. Sometimes it will be you and that same young man. He would grace you with a smile and promise that everything would be okay. That he wouldn't allow what mother and father agreed to happen. You still don't really know what he means, and the dreams always slip away before you can examine them.

Other times, it would be storming, the wind and sea raging as you and the boy struggled to sail through the crashing waves. Those ones were the worst, for you had eaten a devil fruit, and the ocean hated those who had betrayed her trust. Those dreams made you wake up in a sweat, the name of the young man on your lips, but unsaid, you still couldn't remember it.

But no matter what, you would always see a familiar sword and a wide brimmed hat with its white feather. You know who they belong to now, especially now that the owner in question lay in the bed with you. But why would he be showing up in such odd dreams? Did Dracule know something about you? Something that could connect you to your past that you have long forgotten?

The thought made you uneasy, and you did not like it.

Mihawk moves in his sleep, the arm that he had wrapped around your waist tugging you closer, “Stop thinking so hard, Angel,” he grumbles and his rough voice had your stomach doing flips, “Go back to sleep.”

A quiet sigh leaves your nose, and you close your eyes to do as he says. This lasts all for ten seconds before you open your eyes again, frowning as you shift to get comfortable. You try again, and still, sleep does not come. You squirm a little more and press your cold nose into his chest to block out what little light is streaming through the window.

Despite being much more comfortable, your mind will not calm and thoughts race. You find yourself shifting again, brow scrunching up, and you close to giving up when Dracule suddenly grabs you and rolls so that he lays on top of you.

You shiver when his hot breath ghosts over your neck and ear, “What's got you so restless, Dear one?” Mihawk demands and presses soft kisses to the skin right below Your ear. You gasp and clutch his shoulders, eyes fluttering at how nice it feels to have him press you into the bed.

“I keep having these dreams,” you begin and hiss when Dracule nips you a little harsher than usual, “But they feel like memories. And I see you every time.” You admit and Mihawk chuckles darkly, and you can feel it rumble through his chest.

“Dreaming about me?” Dracule teases and leans up to rest on his elbows, looking at where he has you trapped beneath him, and frowns when he realizes that you look serious. He shifts to his back, taking you with him so that you lay splayed over his chest.

“Do you want to tell me about them?” Mihawk asks, teasing tone from earlier gone and replaced by one of care and gentle encouragement. He rubs circles into the exposed skin of your back where your sleep shirt has risen up and hums in content when he feels your weight settle over him.

You think about his offer. You aren't sure what kind of answer Dracule could give you if you told him about your dreams, but you didn't want to keep anything from him, either. So, quietly, you tell him of your first dream. About running, the cities and fields of your home burning. The young man who carried you through the destruction of the island. It's hard to recall details, but you do your best to describe the symbol that you'd seen many of the attackers wearing. And finally, of seeing his sword with the literal cross guard and his hat.

The moment that you had described Big Mom's jolly Roger, an awful foreboding feeling had begun to creep in. Dracule knows what you are talking about. A time when he had been still young enough to make foolish, quick decisions that he would later on regret. How could this have happened? How did you survive?

Dracule tightens his hold on you, and his angel snuggles into his chest like he wasn't the savage who hadn't helped destroy her home.

Thankfully, you don't seem to find anything amiss with him, instead turning to look up at Dracule with sleepy eyes full of adoration.

“I know it's a long shot, but you wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?” You say, voice wavering and unsure. You blush and loom away, “I know it's kinda dumb since they are just dreams, but they feel so real.”

Dracule Hawkeye Mihawk decided then and there that this would be the only lie that he would ever tell you, for he leaned in and kissed your brow, “I'm sorry, Darling. I'm afraid I don't know anything about that.”

You nod easily, “I figured so, but I just wanted to make sure,” you place a soft kiss to his chest and Mihawk's heart aches in a way that he has never felt before. He isn't in the habit of feeling guilty, but right now? If you asked the warlord for anything, he would move the world to do it for you. For how could he not, when he was part of the reason you were stuck on this island?

Mihawk hums in response. He needs to distract you from this line of thought you seem to be stuck in, so he changes tactics. His hands press more fully into your plush skin, the innocent touches becoming a bit more forceful. Your hands flex against his chest, and Dracule takes that as permission to continue.

“Don't think about them, sweet thing. You are here, with me, now. And I am not going anywhere.” Mihawk swears quietly and grasps your hips, adjusting you so that you sit on his lap, legs resting on either side of his waist. Your face is scarlet, frost creeping along your arms, and Dracule rubs your exposed thighs in a soothing manner.

You nod quickly, eagerly. You don't want him to ever leave you, and would go with him if you could. But just the thought of leaving your island sends fear striking down your back and a voice shouting at you that you can never ever leave for your safety.

Dracule smirks up at you, “I'm glad we've come to an agreement, then,” he draws and tugs you down by your sleep shirt. You fall forward and catch yourself on the bed, and Mihawk leans in to capture your lips in a kiss that makes you forget about the less than pleasant memories.

The warlord sweeps his hands under your shirt, hands finding your nipples with ease and gently rolling the buds between his thumb and forefinger. You keen into his mouth, and Mihawk slips his tongue inside at the first opportunity.

He plays with you until your hips jerk against his own, and your eyes fly open when you feel the hard length of Dracule, separated by the thin fabric of both of your underwear. His hand finds your hips again, and he pulls you down as he rolls his own hips up, grinding up into your delectable heat.

The friction has you whining, eyes clenching shut as Dracule does it again and again. The man under you licks into your mouth, rhythm unhurried as he gives you a pleasure that you have not experienced before. He doesn't stop, and the heat in your lower stomach coils so tightly that it suddenly snaps, leaving you crying out and burying your face in the crook of his neck. Everything feels over sensitive, and it takes you longer than what it should to catch your breath.

Dracule says nothing, allowing you to come down from your high. His cock twitches from where it's still pressed between your legs, and it takes all of his willpower to not remove the offending layer so that he could feel how soft he knew you would be.

The pirate grits his teeth when you move, sitting up so that you can look down at him. He is flushed, chest a light pink under the thick hair that grows there. He watches as you lick your lips, eyes going half lidded, “What about you?” You murmur softly and meet his heavy gaze.

Just as Dracule was about to suggest something rather lewd, a loud whining came from outside the bedroom. Your expression drops, and Dracule can't help the sigh he lets out as he drops his head into the pillow. This would not be the first time that Hank has ruined the mood, and it definitely would not be the last.

“Go on, sweet thing. I'll meet you in the kitchen for breakfast,” Dracule assures you, and you lean down to steal a kiss from his lips before you slide off his lap. You dress quickly in a pair of leggings, but leave your sleep shirt unchanged for now.

He watches you disappear and then slings an arm over his eyes. He needed to think, your admission about your dreams, no memories, had shaken him. Mihawk knew who you were, at least he had a good idea of who anyway, and if Big Mom ever found out if you were still alive, Mihawk isn't sure if even he could save you from her wrath and the rest of her monstrous family.

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[oceaneyesinla]

Your f/o can see you're getting stressed out and overwhelmed. Your smile isn't as bright, and it doesn't reach your eyes like usual. Of course, they can't let that stand. You're their angel, their sunlight, the love of their life. They need to help you relax.

So they make their plans. They go out and buy your favourite foods. They make sure your favourite drinks are in the fridge. They get your favourite sweet treats. They even collect up all the blankets and your favourite plushie and deposit them all on the couch, ready for watching a show or a movie or playing games together. Whatever you want, you'll get. Only the best for you.

When you get home, they're picking you and taking you to the bathroom. The bath is already half prepared - just needing some hot water and your preferred bath soak. The fluffiest towels you own are waiting and your pyjamas for the evening - their t-shirt and a pair of shorts- are on top.

They sink into the bath behind you, letting you lean on their chest and smiling when you relax into them with a happy sigh, letting your eyes slip shut.

You're so relaxed, in fact, so lost in the feeling of the warm water on your skin and your lover's embrace, that you don't notice them moving until their fingers lightly brush against your knee. A little, featherlight touch.

They keep a close watch on your face, pleased when your eyes remain closed and you become even more boneless in their steady hold. Leaving yourself completely open to them. It warms their heart and stokes the fire in their chest to see you so pliant and trusting.

They just want to help you relax. You deserve it; you've been working so hard - taking on everything thrown at you even as the bags under your eyes grow darker and the spark in your eyes grows duller.

They let their touches get a little heavier, a little bolder. Their fingers creep over your body, running up and down your sides, creeping closer to the swell of your breasts with every lingering pass.

You let out a little sigh when their fingers finally find your nipples, already pebbling where they're just about sitting above the water. Their touches are nothing short of adoring as they roll the sensitive flesh between their fingers, ghosting over your areolas occasionally.

Then, one hand slides down your tummy, stopping only to grasp lovingly at the flesh there before continuing down. You let your thighs fall a little further open without even thinking, and receive loving pets to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as a reward.

After what feels like an eternity and a second all at once, their fingers find your core, already wet with a mix of the water you sit in and your own slick. You're basically a puddle in their arms by this point, and they pepper kisses along your cheek, your neck, your shoulders; whatever part of you they can reach. Their questing fingers are gentle as they rub a few circles into your clit before sliding two fingers into your cunt, basking in the breathy moan you release as they sink inside. They know your body better than they know their own, and they know just how to draw out your pleasure - a slow burn that has you clinging to the arm they have wrapped around your waist as you bless them with soft calls of their name.

You're wriggling in their hold, and they know you're close. They lean in even closer, a visceral shiver running through you as they murmur soft words of encouragement into your ear.

"You look so beautiful like this. Let go for me, angel. I've got you."

With those quiet promises of reassurance, and one final curl of their fingers against your most sensitive spot, you fall apart for them, crying out so beautifully as your cunt grips them so tightly.

You look ethereal in the afterglow, skin covered in a sheen of perspiration both from your activities and from the warmth still radiating from the bathwater. Your chest rising and falling as you catch your breath. Once you recover, you twist in his hold to catch him in a long, deep kiss, and he can feel every ounce of love he feels for you radiated back at him.

He breaks the kiss reluctantly, wanting to keep kissing you until you both use up all of the oxygen in the world, but he still has a mission. His angel is being pampered, and he's not done yet.

His hands this time are still just as gentle, but now they rub soap along your skin, and massage shampoo into your scalp, and cover your eyes so no water gets into them as he rinses your hair.

He helps you out of the bath and wraps you in a towel, throwing one over your head with a playful smile just so he can see you shake it off with a happy little laugh. There's his sunshine, peeking through the clouds of life.

Your smile only grows brighter as he shows you more of the plans he made for the two of you, and by the end of the night, you're so wrapped up in each other that it's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

You drag yourself away from the warmth of his chest so you can stare down into his eyes, and the love in your eyes is so intense, so sincere, that he feels like he's staring into the sun. In that case, he's happy to stare until his retinas burn, as long as you're the last thing he sees.

"Thank you." Your voice is nothing more than a whisper, barely disturbing the quiet that surrounds you.

"Only thank you I need is that pretty smile, okay?"

And that's exactly what you give him.

[little-whats-her-name]

Wow

Okay

Like, yeah, I knew some of this but

Wow

do you ever lay awake thinking about implications of those operation paperclip references in rocky horror or are you normal

[feralox]

CW: puppy play, denial, light situational humiliation/degredation, oral, face fucking

I can't stop thinking about what she'd look like in a collar and with a cute pair of puppy ears on. I think of her looking at me with those big eyes, pleading and desperate, and I lose my fucking breath. It'd take her a while to get there. She'd be stubborn, bratty even. I just know it. She'd make snarky comments and when I remind her that dogs can't speak, she'd probably just laugh.

I wonder what it would take for her to fold. Would it be a threat of punishment? Or would she actually need to be punished until she's begging for mercy? Or would a promise of pleasure be enough to make her be good?

I love a good punishment but I hope its the latter. I'd undress her so carefully, so slowly, like unwrapping a present when you don't want to tear the wrapping paper. When I lift her shirt I'd lick and gently nip at her torso. When I take off her pants I'd kiss down her legs. Would she be starting to get worked up now, so early on? Would I start to see her cock twitch in her panties? It'd be so hard not to tease her if I do; to tell her how I can see how desperate she is, how there's no point hiding it. She might as well just beg. She's a proud dog though; she doesn't beg. That being said, she'd be quite flustered, knowing her. She wouldn't look in my eye as her cheeks turned red.

I'd stay still, waiting. she'd wonder why I've stopped, she may even ask. I'd reminder that dogs don't speak and I'd tell her if she wants to be touched she needs to look at me. Those big brown eyes would eventually forfeit and meet mine and God it'd probably be hard to not give in just then and there and give her whatever she wants. At the same time I'd want to be mean and make her beg more. But I'd be fair. I'd run my hands over the outsides of her thighs and up her sides. I'd do this again and again and move further inwards each time. My fingers would catch a little on her Underwear each time, giving her hope that I'd take them off and touch her where she really wants me to. I'd start to kiss her ribs and belly and her hips. I would start chaste until I'm leaving open mouthed kisses all over, biting at any soft spots I come across. I imagine that'd pull a reaction or two from her. It may be a long shot but Iike to think she'd be the kind who's maybe a little noisy when they're out of control. She's not there yet though, she's still swallowing down her pride and any moans and whimpers wishing to escape too.

I'd take off her bra and kiss down her sternum. She'd probably think I'd touch her chest, Caress, squeeze, lick, suck, bite, but in reality I'd deny her. I'd look up to see her pleading eyes.

"What?" I'd say dumbly. "Do you want something?" I'd ask her. "Show me what you want, angel."

She'd arch her back pushing her chest towards me.

"You want me to play with your tits?" God knowing her she'd be bright red from embarassment. I imagine dirty talk would get to her. I'd repeat myself and she'd eventually start to say yes before I cut her off.

"Ah ah. Do you know how dogs beg. I'm sure you do...". I'd ask her to whine for me. To push her chest up and whine for me. She'd ask me to be serious and all I'd do is hover my face over her chest, just out of reach and tell her to go on. I like to imagine she'd eventually let out a whimper, even if it's just from frustration.

"Good. A little more..." I'd start to kiss her sternum to encourage her. I wonder if that one whimper would open a floodgate. Probably not. But still if have mercy on her. She at least made a sound. I'd close my mouth around one of her nipples and Squeezing her other tit in my palm. I wonder if she likes chest stimulation? I hope she does. God I imagine she'd get so wound up as I work on her chest. I'd still make sure I'm doing everything in my power to make sure her cock is neglected. Maybe her hips would be moving, bucking wildly every now and again.

"What's wrong puppy?" I'd ask her.

"What's wrong?" I'd ask again as she hides her face. I'd sit back on my heels and also her to show me. And like a good girl she'd thrust her hips in the hair a few times. She's be so hard now, straining against her panties. Maybe there's even a wet spot forming. I'd coo at her. And remind her what we do when we want as I play woth the edges of her panties. I'd slip my fingers under the leg holes. run them over her hips, feel the edges of her pubic hair and my fingers move in. But she won't forfiet.

"I guess you don't want it that bad..." I'll tell her as I move her legs apart. I'd use this time to kiss and lick and bite all over her inner thighs. Such a sensitive area. Perfect to suck hickeys all over. I'd suck and lick and bite until I hear it. A soft whimper. I'd stop in my tracks and then a whine.

"Oh? You want to talk puppy?" I'd tease. My face would be at level with her crotch. She could probably feel me breathing on her cock.

"You want me to touch you here?" I'd ask. She'd nod.

"Beg." Still some hesitancy, but as soon as I start kissing on the edges of her panties, right where her thighs meets her crotch, just next to her balls, she'd fucking fold. She'd finally whine for me. Truly and earnestly.

"Oh, what a good girl. Finally begging so nicely." I'd praise.

"So good for me" I'd close my mouth along her clothes buldge. She'd groan in relief. Her poor neglected clit is finally getting attention, all if took was some Begging.

I'd mouth at her until her panties are Soaked and clinging to her. I'd eventually slide them off her and ask her if she wants me to suck her cock. She'd nod and maybe even whine on her own accord this time But I'm never fair so I've moved the bar.

"Bark." She'd ask if I'm being serious and I tell her if I have to remind her that talking is for humans one more time she's getting nothing but a spanking and an aching neglected cock for the rest of the night. She, instead, chooses to let out a little bark. I tell her what a good girl she is and waste no time running my tounge up her cock. I'd swallow her down. This is where I'd like to imagine that she can't swallow the noises anymore. She'd start to moan and whimper. She'd stop herself from pleading because she's learning that puppies don't use words, so instead she moans and whines and whimpers. She may even buck into my face. She'd probably be scared that she did something wrong but god in reality, I love it when a mutt loses control. I'd tell her that it's obvious she wants to work for it though. I'd tell her if she wants head she's going to have to fuck into my mouth. And God she'd do it. Eventually she'd start getting breathy and moaning louder and louder. I'd pull back.

"Are you going to come for me baby? Bark if you're gonna come." I'd wrap my lips around her again and she'll Bark and bark and bark before her breath hitches and she spills down my throat. I'd swallow her load and cockwarm her until she begins to soften. I'd tell her what a good girl she's been and how proud I am of her and she'd probably just say "fuck you, man."

[lovebombs4life]

hiiii bff :) i'd love to see your take on a luke work based off of you are in love! maybe like how she describes what they do at night in the first verse and then the morning after in the second verse? thank uuuu<33

burnt toast - l.r.h

requested: YES AND YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I AM BC 1. I LOVE SONG REQUEST STUFF AND 2. @lukeontheredline IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE ACCOUNTS ON THIS APP.

a/n: i’m gonna start skipping around right now you guys i love aves.

cw: none :) fluff

———

luke and i sat on the couch, giggling at how delirious we were. it was midnight, and we had spent the whole day out shopping. once we got home, we both agreed on staying up and playing board games, and watching movies.

he had made a pot of coffee, but it was already mostly gone. “you’re so fun to be around. i don’t want to leave.” i spoke, rubbing my eyes.

“so stay the night, y/n. we can make breakfast in the morning and stay in bed all day.” he encouraged. i giggled at how adorable he was.

“i need a change of clothes.” i laughed. he shook his head smiling at me.

“you just got more, my love.” pointing to the shopping bags sitting in the kitchen. i turned to look at them, laughing at myself.

“i forgot.” i said, standing up to search for something to sleep in. i grabbed out one of the large tshirts i just got, pulling the tag off. i slipped off my sweater, pulling the shirt over my head.

i unbuttoned my jeans, letting them lay on the ground once i took them off. “lets go sleep, lu.” i giggled, seeing that he was watching me the whole time i changed.

his eyes were filled with love as he stood up, wrapping his arms around me, and carrying me to his room. he laid me down on the bed, changing into more comfortable clothing.

“i’m so in love with you, luke. everything about you.” i sighed, laying my head on his chest. he stroked my hair, squeezing my arms.

“i’m so in love with you, y/n.” he kissed my head softly. we both took a deep breath, drifting off to sleep comfortably.

———

i woke up to luke, twisting around, sun peeking through the curtains. i stretched my arms, turning to look at him. “hi handsome.” i giggled, seeing his eyes flutter open. he smiled at me, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

“good morning gorgeous.” his morning voice was husky, but so beautiful. i put my hand on the side of his face, stroking his cheek. he nuzzled his face to my hand, blushing at my touch.

“breakfast time?” he questioned, sitting up. i nodded, doing the same. i watched us he got up out of the bed, looking like an angel.

his beauty was like that painting, ‘The Creation of Adam.’ there was no better way to describe him.

his smile was white and shimmering, and his whole personality was like golden light shining down. i admired him as he walked across the room, opening the door.

“you gonna come with?” he questioned, turning to me. i nodded, finally getting up. i followed quick behind him, pulling things out of the cupboards once we were in the kitchen.

i had grabbed out some eggs, making them sunny side up. luke grabbed out a few pieces of bread, intending on making eggs on toast.

i wasn’t opposed to the idea, as eggs on toast was one of my favorite breakfast foods. i grabbed out a few spices from the cabinet, sprinkling them on my eggs.

“hey lu, is something burning?” i asked turning around to see he wasn’t there. “luke!” i yelled for him. he ran back in the room, wondering what was wrong. i motioned towards the toaster, smoking coming from it.

“shit! i stepped away for just a second!” he panicked, unplugging the toaster. he waved the smoke away with a towel, groaning at the smell.

he popped the toast out, seeing a black charred slice. he threw it on the counter feeling how hot it was. i turned the stove off quick, grabbing his hands. i ran them under cold water, relive the burn.

he started giggling, turning into laughing. “what’s so funny?” i asked him, smiling.

“y/n, i just burnt toast from stepping away. it was less than a minute!” he laughed. i giggled at him, shaking my head.

“you really are something, huh?” i laughed. he nodded his head, pulling me into his chest. “i’m sorry breakfast didn’t go as planned.” he sighed. i looked up at him.

“it went exactly as planned. we just had a slight incident, lu. things happen.” i cooed. he kissed my forehead.

“thank you, y/n. you’re perfect.” he smiled.

“i know i am, i can actually make toast without burning it.” i teased. he tickled my sides, trying to get back at me for the tease.

i folded over, laughing uncontrollably. he grabbed me, picking me up, and running to the bed room, throwing me on the bed where he was able to tickle me harder.

my stomach had hurt, and my eyes were tearing up from laughing, and i screamed as he continued attacking my sides.

he finally slowed down, moving his hands away from me. he smiled down at me, laying down next to me and smiled. he held my face, giving me soft kisses.

he peppered them around my face, staring at me in awe. i blushed at him, staring into his eyes.

he breathed in before speaking. “will you move in with me?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

my heart skipped a beat. i nodded at him. “of course i will.”

he pulled me closer, tracing patterns on my back. i sighed with content, resting my eyes.

[yunnathearcher]

Back to reality in Warrior II pose, opened eyed in half angel wings. Woke up in the middle of the night just knowing it was still Saturday. Nah. Oh well, new week. New beginnings. “Make people as uncomfortable as they make you.” Okay. Doable. Lunar Monday's.

Early morning talks with you fill me with joy. Hearing your voice expands my day. Work passes in a blur. Heartfelt convos in the iMessages. Afterwards all I wanna do is vibe & rest. Busy week planned, in & out the streets. Showing love and being loved. Doing my thing. Monday night in the in between.

Dreaming fast and sleeping deep. Shadows of monads beneath the screen. Body cool and relaxed against the yoga mat. Early morning gym sessions. Lighting fires, pouring water, saying words. Everything flowing the way it always could. Martian Tuesday's.

Light talks underneath the shadows of the city lights and curious trees. Fish and okra and ATL island drinks. You tell me you’re moving again, makes me wonder how that would feel. Packing up and leaving. Starting over in a new city. We talk about men, we talk about love, we talk about mistrust, we talk about planting seeds. We talk. Tuesday night and the inquistive ear.

Slow to get out of bed. Sleep dancing behind my tired eyes. Luckily my yoga mat calls to me. Luckily I have programmed myself to adhere to my rituals and routines. Luckily? Decidedly. Opening back up feels like dipping my toes in the sand where the water meets the shore. In the distance I can see the waves. I want to feel something that encourages me to swim. Mercurial Wednesday's.

He doesn’t realize I love him yet. I'm sure he'll figure it out. Baking. Napping. Washing my hair in the middle of the night. Lighthearted connections. Every which a way. Resonating through time and space. Encountering issues that are not mine and taking my hands off of them. Liberation. Channeling more precisely. Slowly learning how to harness skill. Wednesday night full of precision.

Hearing the birds chirping while in eagle arm pose. Feeling my lower chakras open in rabbit pose. Namaste. Namaste. Namaste baby. Earlier start to a busy day. Anointing my head and my crown. Hearing Ra’s meows. Trusting in the force that has been guiding me. Keeping my faith strong, my love real, allowing peace to radiate and surround me. Jovian Thursday's.

Long ass day man. Productive. But still. Late afternoon mood swings. Self-compassion, patience, extending understanding and mustering up some grace. But still. Not much to say. Not much energy left in me to feel. Thursday in the depths of the abyss.

Late night tangents. Sleeping in batches. Cold morning air waking me up while the Sun rises. Oversized t-shirt & some panties. Thinking about the guy that told me he liked my legs the other night. Thinking about how easy it has become to release the old ways of being and embrace the new. Also thinking about you. Venusian Friday's.

Not needing and not clinging. And that feels good. But still wanting you. And that feels good too. Good talks through the day. Initiating convos, allocating time and energy with intention. Loving each moment for what it is vs what it could be. Intuitive spikes. Quiet nights. Friday with the sweet surrender.

Considering how emotionally charged the collective becomes in times of economic and social decline. Thinking of how love eases even the hardest of hearts and the wickedest of minds. Feeling excited about the day and the adventures it might bring. Enjoying the crisp cold air and fond ideas of spring. Saturnian Saturday's.

Reminded of yoga sessions that lasted for hours. Just me, my mat and the night sky. So much has changed since then but there’s a lot that stuck around and stayed along the way. In a lot of ways it feels like I’m starting over. In a lot of ways it feels like I’m just beginning. A process worth embodying, a life worth living. Saturday and a renewal of vows.

And on Sunday She loved & She rested.

[slide-s]

jonnie  is  usually  someone  who  can  keep  negative  thoughts  out  of  his  mind  with  ease  ,  it's  a  skill  he's  worked  on  for  years  .  yet  ,  even  with  that  ability  ,  there's  something  about  hearing  phoenix  laugh  — about  being  the  cause  of  his  laughter  that  lights  a  spark  inside  of  him  .  it’s  a  sweet  sound  ,  no  matter  the  tone  or  pitch  and  the  more  jonnie  hears  it  the  more  he  wants  to  be  the  cause  of  it  ,  “  so  glad  we’re  on  the  same  page  !  maybe  you  need  to  come  over  some  time  and  wind  down  my way  ?  we  could  smoke  and  i’ve  got  some  new  records  i’ve  been  dying  to  listen  to  with  another  set  of  ears  ?  ”  a  hopeful  lilt  accompanies  his  words  as  he  mimics  nix’s  movements  ,    “  your  encouragement  is  really  all  i  need  to  get  through  this  rut  ,  thanks  angel  ,  ”  he  smirks  puffing  out  his  chest  ,  “  i  can  feel  the  nix  powers  coursing  through  my  veins  as  we  speak  !  ”

he  shakes  his  head  ,  taking  another  swig  ,  “  of  course  i  do  ?  ”  jonnie’s  brows  are  furrowed  ,  not  quite  understanding  the  shock  the  other  is  currently  displaying  ,  “  is  that  hard  to  believe  or  something  ?  ”  he  hopes  nix  hears  the  confusion  in  his  voice  as  he  speaks  ,  “  i  mean  it’s  soothing  to  hear  you  speak  ,  no  matter  what  you’re  talking  about  ,  it’s  like  a  lullaby  or  something  .  genuinely  you  could  be  talking  about  the  sewer  rats  and  i’d  be  ooh-ing  and  ah-ing  at  everything  you  say  like  you’re  the  8th  wonder  of  the  world  .  ”  his  nose  scrunches  as  nix  pokes  his  cheek  ,  a  dimply  grin  forming  before  he’s  gasping  in  shock  ,  “  help  me  more  —  are  you  saying  i  need  fashion  advice  ,  nixie  ?  ”  of  course  he  does  ,  they  both  know  that  ,  but  he’s  tipsy  ,  sue  him  for  being  in  a  silly  goofy  mood  .  “  and  to  think  i  even  dressed  to  the  nines  for  you  !  ”  which  is  true  ,  considering  he’s  wearing  a  silk  long  sleeve  shirt  and  black  jeans  with  a  leather  jacket  ,  something  he  wouldn’t  be  caught  dead  in  on  a  regular  basis  ,  but  jonnie  can’t  imagine  walking  into  this  establishment  in  his  usual  attire  .  he  tried  it  once  …  didn’t  go  over  very  well  .

Phoenix can’t help but throw his head back with a hearty laugh. If anyone is claiming the title of 'the life of the party', the stylist is certain that Jonnie would win without a doubt. “Well. You’re not wrong about that, Jon Jon. I think a smoke and some bomb music helps.” He did quite a lot of different things to unwind but hearing how other people helped themselves was always interesting to learn about. Maybe he was curious, a little nosy – even if he may not come off as much. 

He gives his head a few firm nods, settling into a new position by resting his cheek in his palm, gazing over at the other man with a fond smile. “Sometimes it all takes time. I hope you can find that groove soon. Of course, without deadlines catching up to you guys. Must be really stressful.”

He should have gotten used to Jonnie by now but he still finds himself surprised every now and then. Oh, all the things the drummer says! Phoenix goes silent in an instant and blinks his eyes a few times, leaning closer towards Jonnie with a raised brow after. “You… love listening to me talk? You… think my voice is nice?” The stylist questions with a grin of amusement before he recalls of all the unpleasant memories in high school where he was teased for his voice. A little too deep for a boy who has just hit puberty. Also a little too odd, a little too different for the rowdy teens that he quickly became the center of their ‘jokes’. “Well,” Phoenix breaks into a small smile and reaches out to poke Jonnie at his cheek before letting his own hand fall into his lap. “I hope they’ll assign me to your band soon enough. So I can actually help you more.”

[orchid3a]

💝 number 3 with shinichiro (imagine y/n says this to virgin!shinichiro but you don't have to write it like that if you have something else in mind)

ask game!!

VIRGIN.EXE - S. SHINICHIRO

✦ pairing ↷ virgin!bf!Sano Shinichiro x gf!f!reader

✦ tws ↷ NSFW, virgin!shin, experienced!reader, insecurity towards sex (shin is insecure), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), mention of pornography and hentai manga, implied that yn is more experienced than shin, pet names, no beta-reading

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✦ note ↷ what can i say... i love shin so much and i have no limits whenever i write for him sigh. i love him so much!!!!!

reblogs and comments are appreciated!!

“Shin? Is everything okay?” You ask, unzipping your skirt, letting it fall on the floor like the rest of your clothes, you’re almost naked except for your lingerie. On the other hand, Shinichiro seems kinda off, he just removed his shirt and stopped right before unbuckling his belt.

“Yes, babe, everything is good.” He mutters, before he stops in his tracks, then his gaze shifts to yours.

“What, Shin? You’re not getting shy on me now, are you?” You joke, but then you see his gaze, a spark of insecurity swims in his black hues.

“W-What if… I’m not that good? What if I can’t make you feel good? Wh-” You shake your head before putting a finger over his lips, shushing him down.

“Shin, you will be perfect, we don’t need to rush things. We will take a small step at a time.” 

“I want to satisfy you…” He mumbles and you giggle at his cute pout.

“And you will learn, Shin.”

He nods and gently grabs your wrist, pulling you in a soft and chaste kiss, and you can still smell the faint smell of nicotine, typical of Shin.

“One step, Shin… One step.”

“Gotcha.”

You sit at the edge of the bed, as Shin crawls between them, spreading them to be more comfortable. His eyes fall on your cotton panties and his cheeks burn red, you chuckle seeing his adorable reaction, then you feel his fingers slowly removing them. His eyes widen a bit, it’s his first time seeing you bare naked for him, and he wants to memorize everything.

“You’re so fucking pretty, angel.” - He murmurs, his eyes leaving your thighs to focus on yours - “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen”

“Shin, you dorky guy!” You giggle as he peppers your thighs with soft and gentle kisses.

He gently moves towards your pussy, landing a soft kiss on your folds, and you gasp at his sudden action. His eyes tilt up, searching for a sign to move forward, and when you nod, he starts.

Slowly his fingers enter inside you, moving carefully as pumps them in and out, at a steady pace, not too slow or too fast. From your mouth, praises and sweet words fall on his ears, encouraging to speed up his fingers, now feeling bolder, Shin bullies your clit, and you moan surprised.

“I’m doing it right, doll?” He asks, gulping nervously, and you almost laugh at his question.

“Shin, don’t worry… You’re doing great.” You murmur, stroking his hair, as he continues to finger you.

Your hands found themselves on his hair, tugging them, as you feel closer to your climax, despite being a beginner, he has some skills, maybe he needs some training.

“Shin! Make me cum, please” You softly moan, and you see his black hues light up at your order. Swiftly his mouth latches onto your pussy, and you find yourself moaning loudly his name, tugging his hair at every lick and slurp. You didn’t expect him to pull a stunt like that, but now you don’t care about it, you just want to cum.

As if he read your mind, he speeds up, his tongue twirling and teasing your puffy clit, and finally you cum all over his chin and tongue.

“S-Shin… That surprised me” You breathe out laying on the bed, as he licks his mouth, enjoying your taste, before laying next to you.

“Sometimes porn helps… And the hentai mangas Wakasa gave me.” He chuckles, proud of himself. You roll your eyes at his words.

“So… Am I good?” He asks, tilting his head, curious about your opinion.

You smirk before tugging his chain, your foreheads now touching, as you playfully kiss the corner of his lips.

“I think you need another try… What do you think, Shin~”

✦ tagging ↷ @haitaniapologist @rnht @aftermxxn @momoewn @qiqi-tutu @giyuu23 @nalyana @savagemickey03

[yeoyeos]

Seonghwa as a boyfriend [fluff,smut]

warnings:fluff and smut are separated so you have choices,name calling[little one,mommy,daddy,slut,baby],jealous hwa,harddom!hwa,softdom!hwa,sub!hwa,hwa gives you head,guess who has a breeding kink

lmk if i missed anything

fluff -

alr cares for you like you're his 

he's always been so sweet to you 

if you get a slight scrape he's there with a band-aid 

if you're sick he's there with warm porridge even if you hate it 

if you're confessing your love for him he's there doing the same 

takes things slow 100%  

wants to make sure you're both comfortable with each other 

always shares his feelings with you 

and encourages you to do the same 

doesn't want to be in the dark and guessing how you feel 

tell him every single little detail about you and your life and he'd remember  

he's like san and takes you on the best dates 

every detail you told him would be put into the dates 

if its a private date you'll be hearing all your favourite songs the

whole time 

he wears your favourite colour on your dates and anniversaries too 

adores amusement park dates 

they're cute and fun so he's going with you any chance you get tbh 

tries new snacks with you all the time 

mostly crunchy ones so he can eat it for his asmr 

which you will be doing with him 

when he just wants to do asmr stuff for fun at least 

and please buy him legos 

he'd marry you right then and there tbh 

he'll be so happy to get legos 

and he's making you build it with him 

you also have to buy matching pyjamas of course 

like the patrick one he has 

you get spongebob 

any cute matching pyjamas tbh 

or matching star wars pyjamas

which means you're going to wear it while you binge star wars 

it's a yearly tradition 

every year he'll make time to watch star wars with you 

one movie everyday 

he's so cute i swear 

he'd do ALL of your hobbies with you 

even if he doesn't like it 

as long as it doesn't concern really high heights 

he's okay with it 

accepts you no matter what  

and he loves to take a million selcas and show you 

"choose a couple to show atiny" 

and of course you're his professional photographer 

he'd give you shirts and signs so you can cheer for him during stages or from home 

always hype him up it makes him want to do better always 

and always encourages you to talk about your feelings with him  

or one of the guys 

won't get upset if you spend a lot of time with them tbh 

he'd be happy that you're getting along  

but if you get him jealous enough 

yikes 

smut -

he'd pull you aside and whisper in your ear 

"such a slut huh? flirting with my members" 

he'd whisper it so sultry that it'll make you shiver  

apologize all you want  

he'll ignore it and tease you until you're in private 

then, like the angel he is, he'll tease you more 

until you beg him to do something 

the way this man fucks omg 

everything he does depends on his mood 

if he's jealous it's rough and teasing

he's gonna torture you until you're begging and pleading 

"please forgive me sir im sorry for being a slut and flirting with wooyoung, i'll never do it again" 

fuck you till you shake 

ofc he knows you'll never actually purposefully do that but a little pretending never hurt anyone 

no less than 2 orgasms 

but if he's soft 

OH IF HE'S SOFT 

he'll just want to please you 

you can fuck yourself on him at your own pace 

he'll eat you out/suck your tits

gives you so many kisses 

like everywhere 

hickeys ofc no matter what 

praises you to the high heavens 

"so so pretty little one, so good for me" 

so so so nice to you no matter what 

and if on the rare chance you get to dom him 

HE WILL BEG 

he begs for his life i swear 

definitely a pillow prince 

for sure likes to be spoiled 

you can degrade him but pls be sweet 

he lives for praise too 

AND BREEDING KINK  

domming or subbing he has a breeding kink 

there's 3 ways it can go 

"gonna breed this prefect little hole and you're gonna take it all like a good slut"

"shit baby can i cum inside? you feel so good" 

and you cannot convince me he won't call you mommy or daddy if you dom 

"mommy/daddy can i please fill you up? wanna cum inside you so bad" 

AND THE AFTERCARE

okay first of all i think hwa is the best at aftercare out of all of them 

so he's definitely all "here's some fruits"  and "here's some water" 

keeps a close eye on you to make sure you're okay 

especially if he went hard to you 

and pls do the same for him when he needs it 

run him a bath and give him reassuring kisses  

he's a sweet strawberry

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[todoshotoroki]

𝒩𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹, 𝒯𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓀𝒾?

Warnings: smut, handjob, begging, praise, f bodied reader x needy Todoroki.〤 Minors DNI

Word count: 1.4k

   Shoto Todoroki wasn't sure how someone like him could end up in a situation like this. He tried so desperately to pinpoint the events that led up to this moment, but there was absolutely no way he'd ever be able to focus in this position. He could feel your breasts behind him, like soft pillows that gave him the perfect angle to get a peak at your beautiful face if he tilted his head up just enough. Your delicious thighs pressed onto his sides as he lied between them, and the soft, supple smell of your vanilla lotion mixed with your strawberry shampoo completely eradicated any of his remaining senses.

    “Are you ready, Sho?” Your voice was like a soft angelic whisper in his ear, and he could have sworn you were a siren at this point. Perhaps a succubus by the way your hand daintily dragged between the edges of his t-shirt and the line of his sweatpants. It made his cock throb even more in his pants, and he was afraid soon you'd be able to see his precum leak through his sweats. 

   “Shoto? Did you change your mind?” Although your voice was more than comforting and accepting, the way your hand slowly retreated from him made a small, panicked gasp leave him. “No! No- I mean, I still want to” His hand shook with nerves as it rested on top of yours to prevent you from pulling away, instead, your fingertips dancing across his lower stomach and under his shirt. “I want you to, it's just..” He tilted his head again, meeting your encouraging gaze.

   God you were so pretty, especially when you looked at him with such kind eyes. He knew he wanted this, he's only fantasized about being between your legs on multiple occasions, stroking his cock in his dorm late at night by himself after returning from watching movies with you all night long. “I don't want to disappoint you” He admitted quietly. Still being a newcomer to sexual activities himself, there was nobody he trusted more then you, his best friend.

     But he couldn't help feeling insanely a bit shy underneath your gaze.. 

   Your eyes widened in surprise, as you leaned down to place your chin onto his shoulder. You had to be certain he’d hear you, so you got in close to whisper in his ear. “You could never do that Shoto, especially not ever sexually. I've always admired you, you did know that, didn't you?”

   Todoroki’s eyes fluttered shut, and his breathing quickened as your fingers slipped into the waistline of his joggers, pushing past his briefs at the same time. So close. Your fingers were so close to his cock.. It was difficult to focus, but he managed a small shake of his head in response. Did you truly look up to him? Was he that special to you?

   “But I do, Shoto. You're so strong, and so intuitive. Nobody knows me like you do, you're my best friend” Your whispered praises were so angelic in his ear that it caused a shudder to run down his spine. At the same moment, your hands wrapped around his cock and he had to grip your knees, which were bent at each of his sides, for support. Instantly his eyes flew open, and he tilted his head to look over at you to gauge your reaction to touching him for the first time ever.

   You had a blush over your cheeks, and your eyes looked at him as if he held the answers to everything you wanted to know. “Y-Y/n” He muttered, his eyes fluttering back shut as he finally, finally, felt your hand wrap around his cock. He felt like he had run 4 miles by the time your fingers began to wrap around him under his sweatpants. Todoroki leaned his head back, his soft, silky hair tickling the underside of your jaw. You reached down with your free hand, and gently pushed his pants and briefs down just enough for his cock to be released from its confines. 

   He let out a choked moan, his eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. As if his cheeks were not already flushed red and his cock wasn't already rock hard and oozing precum. “Y/n, Y/n, please, please” He wasn't sure what he was asking for, you were already touching him and he felt guilty for being so greedy, especially with how he had to resist thrusting his hips up into your hand. “Yes, Sho?” You answered, your hand movements gradually beginning to speed up.

   “Y/n- I cant- I don't know if I can-'' He wasn't sure where his sentence was going, so he opted out for realizing the built up groan in his throat instead. Your soft hands seemed like they were coaxing words he didn't even mean to say from his lips. But even he couldn't resist your name tumbling past his mouth once more. “Y/n, mmph” How could he hold back when your fingers worked the tip of his cock so expertly? 

   “You really like saying my name huh?” His eyes opened just enough so he could study your face as a small giggle fell past your lips. It made his own creased eyebrows lift in pleasure, not only from the tension quickly building in his stomach, but from the soft whisper of your tone. God, how was he ever supposed to go back to life as normal after this? “Do you want me to stop?” Your voice was slightly teasing, and as if you could push it even further, your fingers began to slow.

   “Wait! No- no please, keep going, please keep going” His hands reached up to tightly grip onto each of your thighs, his nails digging into your skin and leaving small crescent shaped marks on your skin. His hips barely lifted off the bed, thrusting into your hand as if to make up for the speed you had taken away. “Don't stop, i don't want you to stop” His moan echoed around his dorm walls, though he couldn't find himself to care as your hand movements sped up once more.

   “Okay I won't Shoto, I'll keep makin’ you feel good m’kay?”

   “I've wanted this for so long, I've thought about you so much” He began to ramble in a mumbled tone, his eyesight drifting from your hand around his cock to look up at you, and when he was met with the sight of your flushed cheeks and your bottom lip caught between your teeth, he dared not to blink and miss it. “Your all I think about, all of my thoughts about you are improper” His confession caused his thrusts to speed up into your hand, his fingertips squeezing even tighter around your thighs, which clenched at his sides for some form of relief for yourself.

   “Fuck, fuck, fuck” Shoto wasn't usually one to cuss unless something had truly angered him, but today seemed like a whole lot of firsts. “You're so pretty, Shoto. So pretty” God what were you trying to do to him? He was already melting in your hold, he thought for sure he would black out if he tried to stand up. But you couldn't help it, the way his head leaned back onto your shoulder gave you the perfect angle to kiss and nibble along his neck and shoulders. 

   “I'm going to cum, I'm gonna cum, Y/n I- cum” He repeated in a whispered mantra of moans. Your praises were too much for him, and his eyes never left your face. Your non-dominant hand reached up to pull his t-shirt along his stomach, your nails grazing along his abs in the process. That was pretty much all it took for his cock to begin throbbing uncontrollably in your hand, long spurts of creamy, hot cum shooting all across his half naked chest.

   “Too much. It's too much, feels too good” His whines were so adorable, his body flinching slightly at the sensitivity of your hand smearing his cum along the base of his cock. When your movements finally slowed to a stop, Todoroki’s eyes were closed and his lungs were panting for air to catch up with his lungs. He felt dizzy, he felt like he'd never return from the clouds that you had just so happened to toss him into. But yet the sweet feeling of your lips pressing feathery kisses on his jawline provided him enough support to be coaxed back to reality. 

   “Y/n” He whispered, tilting his head to press further into your lips against his cheek.  

   “Y/n, please let me kiss you right now”

𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒: “𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝒾𝓉, 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎”  

𝑂𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ♡

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[usertala]

hold me tight

characters: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, luke, solomon

Diavolo

He's like an open book, saying what's on his mind and just an overall sunshine. But he's never outwardly expressed his emotions with physical affection. Safe to say, he never really received hugs, especially when you're the demon king's son.

When you first hug him, whispering in his ear, "You did well, my love. I'm so proud of you." He slowly falls to his knees, taking you with him. He hugs you. He hugs you like you're going away, and then he cries.

He laments his frustrations and pressures as the future king, not being appreciated or loved. It takes long before he calms down, drawn to sleep by your heart beat.

Barbatos

Another one who's never been hugged before. As someone whose only purpose is to serve the future king, Barbatos didn't feel the need for physical affection; Diavolo's happiness was fine for him.

But why does it feel so heavy? He had brought you to the garden to have tea, but why? Why does he feel so solemn? His arms slowly wrap around your waist, tucking his chin into your neck. You've been hugging for quite a while now... You think about letting go, but feeling your shirt slowly getting wet stops you.

Maybe just a few more minutes.

Simeon

In contrast to the first two, he "grew up" with hugs, whether it be a good job hug from Michael or a hug from a drunk Raphael. So when you reach out for a hug, he doesn't hesitate to return it. You feel so warm, it's like hugging a stuffed toy, so warm, cozy, and comforting.

He softly laughs, "Had a bad day?" You mumble a quiet "yes", and he tightens his hold, his hand softly brushing your hair. "Simeon?" you mumble, face shoved into his chest. He hums, hand coming to a stop, "I love you... Thank you for always being there for me. I wish I could stay with you forever. "

Luke

He rarely hugs people. Only doing so in certain situations, so when he comes running to you, immediately hugging you by the waist, you quickly lead him to your room. You sit him down on your bed, gently coaxing him to tell you what's wrong.

He hiccups, "S-simeon and I had a fight about the problems in the celestial realm... I didn't-he hiccups-didn't mean to shout at him, MC... I-i was just so angry that-that... " He cries again. You guide his head to your lap, "I'm sure Simeon understands that. You're an incredible angel, Luke. Anyone can see that. But maybe, you should also consider Simeon's perspective as he does with you."

You smile at him, "No matter what happens, I'll be by your side, okay?"

Solomon

Ah, physical affection. He constantly receives it. I mean, the man has 700 wives plus Asmo. Though this may be the case, he never made an effort to reciprocate it. So why, does this human make him wanna abandon a project he's been working on for ages just so he could run back to you when you said you were upset?

He has no idea and yet, he finds himself standing outside your door. Just hearing your quiet sniffles and cries makes him want to crash through the door, but he composes himself and knocks.

You open the door with puffy eyes and a red nose. He lets out a quiet 'awe', holding your face in his hands as he ushers you inside the room again. You hug him, "Everything was just awful today! First, I had a fight with most of the brothers, then getting cornered by a few demons, to completely forgetting to pass a project. Now, Lucifer's mad at me again..." He hugs you back, rubbing your back as he whispers words of encouragement in your ear.

He feels your heartbeat slowly calming down. Once he makes sure you're asleep, he kisses your forehead.

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[worksby-d]

𝗘𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘀

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Andy comes home to find you unwinding after a long day and joins you.

Warnings: Bathtub sex, fingering, brief handjob, unprotected sex, kinda brief cockwarming, 18+

Word count: ~1,000

A/N: Welcome to part 3872 of me writing extremely self-indulgent Andy fics 😌

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Feeling the hot water surround your body, you finally feel like you can breathe after all day, so you grab the glass of wine you poured the moment you walked in the house and let yourself sink further into the water. You let out a deep breath and let your eyes fall shut for a while, enjoying the peace and quiet. It’s the first time you've felt relaxed all week.

You’re not sure how much time has passed when the sound of someone breathing causes you to jump and sit up again.

“You ass,” you exhale, holding a hand against your chest when you see your boyfriend standing there. “You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles, pushing away from the doorframe he was leaning against to walk toward you. He takes the glass out of your hand and sets it on the counter before leaning down to kiss you. “You looked so peaceful.”

“Mm, I was before you decided to leer at me,” you tease, pulling him down for another quick kiss.

“Mind if I join you?”

You answer by bringing your hands up to untie his tie for him and undo a few of the buttons on his shirt.

“When did you get home?” He questions you as he strips the rest of his clothes off. “You look like you've been in here a while.”

Sitting up, you move forward, giving him room to sit behind you in the tub. “I left early,” you explain, laying back against his chest. “I was sick of everyone.”

“That’s fair,” he snorts. His arms come around your middle as you rest your head against his shoulder, melting further into his embrace when he presses a kiss to your temple. “Wanna talk about it?”

So you do. You begin to tell him every taxing thing that happened throughout the day, ready to let everything you wanted to say, but couldn't, off your chest finally.

“You're not listening,” you accuse him lightheartedly when he drops his face to your neck, pressing soft kisses there and on your shoulder, while his hands start to wander.

“Yes I am,” he mumbles against your skin. “Keep talking.” It’s a lost cause though. All you can do is sigh when one of his hands moves between your legs, effectively parting them. “I'm sorry you had a long day.” His other hand is gently stroking your thigh as he uses two fingers to tease along your folds. “Let me take your mind off of it.”

“Please,” you practically beg, pushing your hips toward his hand, needing more.

It makes him laugh quietly, but he's happy to oblige, finally letting his thumb press against your clit as he eases a finger into you. Your hands rest on his thighs, gripping tighter with each slow thrust of his finger.

“Feels so good,” you mewl, subtly moving back so you can feel his growing erection against your lower back.

“Good,” he whispers in your ear, and adds a second finger. When he hears your breathing quicken, he curls his fingers just right and presses his palm against your clit.

You can't help but jerk your hips, chasing your release until you come with a choked moan, back arching off his chest, head falling back on his shoulder as he works you through your high.

“Shit,” you breathe, relaxing back against him when he pulls his hand away from you.

His arms wrap around you again, holding you close, while he waits for your breathing to steady. “There’s my girl,” he smiles, hearing you let out a short laugh.

“Thank you for that,” you sigh blissfully, turning to face him enough to capture his lips with yours.

“Anytime,” he assures between kisses, and helps you turn all the way so you're straddling his legs.

“Oof–” Your makeout is only interrupted when your knee slips and you have to catch yourself by grabbing his shoulders. “How do people do this?”

He tips his head back laughing. “They definitely make it look easier in movies,” he jokes, grabbing your hips to help you. “Better?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, letting your lips softly collide with his again. As it gets more heated, your hand slips down from his shoulder to caress his cock.

His low, throaty groan at your touch encourages you, wrapping your hand around his length and stroking it gently, your thumb teasing at the tip.

You get the hint when he pulls your hips closer, so you sit up on your knees carefully, and slowly sink down onto him.

The small room fills with the sounds of the moving water and both of your sighs as your head falls back briefly before coming back up to lock your eyes with his.

“Love watching you take me like this, angel,” he groans, digging his fingers into your hips as you begin circling them and rocking against him.

“I’m–” You whimper and your eyes flutter shut as you rest your forehead against his, feeling another orgasm burgeoning already.

“Gonna come again, pretty girl? I know you are,” he grunts, gripping your hips to help you move. “Come on, baby. Let go for me.”

“Oh God–” you choke out, legs tensing against him and hips jerking erratically as you hit your peak for the second time.

“Ah, that's it– fuck,” he groans, taking over by driving his hips up toward yours the best he can, chasing his own climax until his thrusts stutter, his cock twitching and spilling inside you.

Your head drops to his shoulder, face nestling against his neck as he holds you against him while you both work on catching your breath. You stay like that until a shiver goes through you, realizing the water’s getting cold.

Hearing Andy chuckle, you finally lift your head to look at him. “We should get out,” he suggests, rubbing his hands along your sides. “You're cold.”

“I don't know how to get up without slipping again,” you laugh. “We didn't think this through.”

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[hyunjilicious]

smut blurb [bucky barnes]

A/n: I have absolutely no idea where this came from, but daydreaming about was satisfying as fuck, so I thought I’d share

Summary: you and Bucky haven’t been dating for a long time, and a meme from Instagram helps him discover your submissive side KINKY 1.6k

Warnings: D/s dynamics, implied smut, spit play (main topic - don’t like it, don’t read this!), innocent reader, Bucky being smug as hell. I don’t think I have to mention this, but 18+ please!!

I know it’s a Bucky fic, I chose the gif for the tongue, don’t @ me!

Curled on the couch beside Bucky, you sat and scrolled through your phone. You had your cheek squished against his chest as his right arm was draped around your middle, his eyes on the TV and yours on the memes on your Instagram home page. 

The documentary he was watching had bored you about ten minutes in, but you knew he waited months for it to be released, so you kept quiet, only rarely actually paying attention to what was going on on the TV. The room was fairly quiet, none of you moving or saying anything as the minutes passed by.

At one point, you involuntarily broke the silence when a dismissive chuckle slipped past your lips. You didn't think much of it and continued scrolling on your phone, but Bucky's attention was now on you.

"What?" he asked, playing with a strand of your hair before tucking it behind your ear and kissing the top of your head.

"Nothing" you mumbled, "Just a stupid meme"

"Show me" he softly commanded, leaning his head down to see. 

You looked up into his eyes, his face dangerously close to yours, "It's nothing" you laughed.

"You know I love my memes, come on" he pushed, and in the end, you scrolled back up. 

When you reached the post in question, you raised one eyebrow and waited for him to realise that there really was nothing interesting about it. But then he chuckled.

"That was funny to you?" you giggled, amused solely by the fact that he found the meme good.

Bucky averted his gaze from the screen of your phone to your eyes, "Yeah"

"Why?" you laughed, "It's not funny, it's gross. I don't get why people keep saying that. No one thinks that's hot"

"I do" he nonchalantly said, throwing in a shrug to prove just how serious he was.

For a second, you had no reply, but then you pushed yourself up and rolled your eyes. "But that's because you're a guy. No girl would ever ask her boyfriend to spit in her mouth"

"You wouldn't?" Bucky frowned. He didn't seem offended, or surprised, it just seemed like he didn't believe you.

"I-" you opened your mouth to contradict him, to tell him that you can't see yourself asking him to do that. But as soon as you spoke the first word, you froze, closed your mouth and decided to rethink your words. But nothing came to mind. You just looked into his awaiting eyes, and mumbled a shy "No"

"Why not?"

He was so calm, it bugged you. And kept you on your toes. You felt a familiar kind of excitement build up in the pit of your stomach, but you still tried to convince yourself that that was not something you'd ever want to try. 

"I don't know, Bucky" you sighed, "I don't understand why someone would ask for that"

"If you knew I like it and wanted to do that with you, you still wouldn't ask me to?" 

The way he pushed you. Just how smug he was while doing it. There was some kind of weird satisfaction he was getting from grilling you like this. He loved seeing you all flustered, to push your buttons, especially after seeing just how easy it was to control you.

As you thought of an answer, the corner of Bucky's mouth lifted up, eagerly waiting to see if you were ready to give in yet. 

"I don't-" you said, nervous and embarrassed, palms sweating as he looked down at you, "I don't know, I don't think I'd-"

"Open your mouth" he commanded, placing his hand on your hip and giving you an encouraging pat. "Now" Bucky added after seeing you hesitate.

It was not like you were afraid of him, he never lifted a hand or had ever been aggressive in any kind of way. The reason you obeyed in an instant after he asked you again, was because you wanted to please him, to show him that you were good, and entirely his.

You kept your eyes trained on his as you opened your mouth, your heart beating out of your chest. Rubbing his hand across your thigh, Bucky urged you to close the distance between your bodies, "Come here" he calmly commanded.

And again, you obeyed.

"Closer" he repeated, until you were mere inches away from him.

He grabbed your cheek into his palm and pushed you down until you were facing his chest, and then he tilted your head up. You felt his thumb softly rub the skin below your eye, as you boiled with anticipation.

"Push your tongue out, doll" 

After you did so, he sent you a sweet, proud smile, before spitting in your mouth without any kind of warning. Your whole body clenched with nerves, your pussy trembling as your mind started to uncover a new, hidden part of itself. Why did that turn you on so much?

Softly, Bucky placed his fingers under your chin and closed your mouth, "Good girl" he nodded, "Now swallow for me"

As you swallowed, a new wave of ecstasy washed over you. And it came out of nowhere - the instinct to open your mouth again. It made him chuckle, but the embarrassment didn't make you reconsider. You just sat and waited, tongue out.

"I take it you enjoyed that?" Bucky laughed, pulling you closer to kiss your forehead.

"Mhm" you nodded and sent him a sweet pout, somehow confused with what just happened, but mostly disappointed that it was over.

"Now you understand why some girls ask their boyfriends to do that?"

"I guess, yeah"

Bucky grabbed your chin again, but this time he kissed you. He went all in, consuming you until you melted in his hold. His hands roamed your body until his fingers reached your ass, lewdly sinking into your flesh. His grip kept tightening, threatening to bruise your skin, but you loved it. So when he pulled away, you whined and tried to follow him, but he stopped you.

"Nah-ah" he shook his head, "You know what you have to do now"

Oh no, you thought, he couldn't be serious. Your cheeks caught on fire the second you realised what he expected of you. Bucky watched you closely, a wicked grin on his perfect lips as he saw you fidget and struggle. And on top of this, he held you close, rubbing his thumb along your jawline, making it so much more difficult for you to focus.

"Bucky?" you eventually called.

"Yes, doll?" he nodded, his hand traveling lower to gently caress your breasts.

You took a deep breath, your chest expanding against his palm. You knew he could feel your hard nipples through your shirt, but the thought only made you needier.

"Can you-" you asked softly, "Can you please spit in my mouth?"

"How did you manage to make that sound so cute?" Bucky shook his head in disbelief, chuckling as he licked his lips, but you stood your ground, begging him with your stare. "Of course, angel," he regained himself, "Open up for me"

This time, things went more smoothly. You swallowed proudly and sent him a genuine smile before you leaned in and pecked his lips. "Thank you"

"You're welcome, baby" he hummed, gathering you close. He brought you with your back against his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around your frame as he whispered in your ear. "Let me see how much you like that"

You didn't even get a chance to say anything before he forced his hand down your leggings and into your underwear, his fingers instantly meeting your core.

"I honestly did not expect you to be so wet" he confessed.

Embarrassed beyond words, you hurried to hide your pained expression behind your hands. 

"Don't do that" Bucky urged you, using his metal hand to grab your wrists and uncover your face, "Not with me, ok? Don't ever hide from me"

After he tilted your head to get you to look at him over your shoulder, you faintly nodded.

"Good" he smiled, kissing your temple, "Now why don't you let me take care of that for you?"

As he spoke, one of his fingers slipped past your folds, slowly sinking inside your cunt, knuckle deep. 

And you couldn't have been happier to accept. With ease, he helped you off of him and placed you down on the couch, swiftly dragging your leggings and underwear off. As he settled between your already trembling legs, you reached out and touched his cheek to stop him and get him to look at you.

"Is everything ok?" Bucky asked, traces of concern visible in the blue of his eyes.

"Yeah" you giggled, "Everything's perfect, I just- um, can we do that again?"

He raised his eyebrows in curiosity.

"You know?" you rolled your eyes, "That?"

"Now?" Bucky laughed, visibly relieved.

"Not now" you mumbled, "Like... whenever?"

"Yes, darling. Whenever you want. Just say the word"

"But like-" you pouted, "I don't want to have to always ask you. Like you could tell me, too"

"Oh," Bucky nodded, finally understanding what you've been trying to say. He crawled up your body and stopped above you, his breath fanning against your lips as he spoke. "So you want me to just come and tell you to open up for me, and you'll do it, like the good little girl you are?"

"Yes" 

"I like that" he said, kissing your lips, "Deal"