#prompt day 6

[echoofawind]

Prompt Ideas for SSHG Feels Fest!

Adronitis

that sense of frustration you experience when you meet a new and fascinating person, but you realize that developing a deep relationship will take time.

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Day 6/7

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"How come there's no multi-war chess?"

Tim looked up at the entity that had been haunting him for the past few weeks now, "What does that even mean?"

"You know how chess is basically a game about two kingdoms going to war with eachother?" The being asked, his white gloves gesturing about lazily, "well wouldn't it make sense for chess competitions to make the players go into the next round with only the pieces that "survived" the last war? It would be more interesting."

Danny smirked as he watched Mr. Drakes mind whirring at all the new strategies and potential. Comforted in the knowledge that Mr. Drake wasn't going to get much paperwork done tonight, let alone have time to work on his project for the competition, Danny let himself vanish from the other boys office.

All he needed to do was keep distracting Tim from the competition and that prize was all Tuckers.

He just prayed Sam didn't find out he was doing this or that he was getting chased around by bats every other night or else she'd kill him the rest of the way

[lostalioth]

𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧

→ premise: marc could get possessive, very possessive infact and when that happens he cant seem to hold back.

→ pairing: marc sceptor x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, face sitting, thigh biting, oral [f receiving], nicknames [mine, my girl, sweetheart], possessiveness,

→ a/n: kinktober 06

Marc tended to be a little hotheaded and possessive when it came to matters involving you. It was normally Steven taking the brunt of it, though it made no real sense for him to get jealous. Though in instances that didn’t involve Steven, you were normally able to pull him aside and calm him down.

this was not currently one of those times, the two of you were attending a work party at your office. A coworker of yours had practically pulled you from Marc's arms to go talk. Though his version of talking was him flirting relentlessly and trying his hardest to get you to leave the party with him.

By the time Marc found you again, he was seething in anger at the man. As he walks up he starts noticing your coworker was flirting with you and trying to touch you. Marc had been tired and ready to go home so he let his possessive nature take over, though he knew once it did it was hard to shut off.

“Yeah, hey bud she's with me and we're leaving now” he nearly growls out at the man as his hand snakes its way around your waist when he walks up next to you. His sudden and fuming presence beside you makes you jump slightly though you were grateful for the save.

With a small scoff and not so cleverly hidden eye roll, your sleazy coworker stomps off. You barely have time to question the latter half of Marc’s statement about leaving before he rushes you towards the exit.

The ride home is silent besides the soft hum of the car and the sounds of the night flooding the air through your open window. Marc tight knuckled the steering wheel, his jaw clenched as his gaze was fixed to the road ahead. You’d normally be worried or scared in a moment like this with someone else, but with Marc you knew he wasn't mad at you. He was protective as well as possessive and so he was more pissed off at your scumbag coworker who didn't seem to grasp the concept that you were taken. You were sat clenching your thighs, he looked so good in that damn button up shirt you made him wear to the party that you were ready to stay home, so you were more than happy to be headed back.

In the blink of an eye you’ve made it back home and Marc is quick to jump out of the car and rip open the passenger car door, pulling you out of the seat and throwing you over his shoulder. “Guess I’ve just gotta mark you up sweetheart, that way you go into work tomorrow and all those men you work with know you’re my girl” he explains as he walks towards the house, holding you up on his shoulder with one hand on your waist and the other across your thighs right under your ass. You loved when he marked you, proudly showing them off when you could, though you could never show them off at work sadly, and he knew that.

“Marc I could’ve just walked inside on my own- hey!” He cuts off your protest with a short but solid smack to your ass.

You let out a huff and try to ignore the ache settling deep in your core at the action, your pussy already aching for his touch. You’ve never told him although he already knew that you secretly liked it a lot when he’d get like this. It made you feel wanted, even if Marc had no problem telling you and showing you in a million and one other ways just how much he wanted and loved you.

You let out a squeal when Marc drops you on your back onto your shared bed, you bounce slightly catching yourself by leaning back onto your elbows. Marc stands at the foot of the bed, eyes already full of lust and lidded as they raked over your body. “Strip sweetheart, you’re gonna sit on my face” he commands, his voice oozing with impatience.

You move fast to peel your clothes off along with your soaked panties, quickly un-clipping your bra and letting It fall off your shoulders, discarding it all on your bedroom floor. He's on you within the blink of an eye, maneuvering your bodies so he is laid out on his back, your thighs either side of his head and your pussy hovering over his face.

“My girl, all fucking mine nobody else’s” he growls and grabs ahold of your leg, opening his mouth and biting the inner plush of your thigh. You let out a gasp in both surprise and slight pain, squirming in his grip. He switches over to your other thigh when he is satisfied with the mark his teeth leave behind. He hums against your thigh as he bites down, rubbing softly at your leg to try and soothe you. The pain morphs into pleasure the more you get used to it, the indents of his teeth in your thigh makes your core tighten.

While you're lost in your own train of thought, Marc’s mouth lets go of your thigh with a small pop. He licks over the mark of his bite, a smirk growing on his face, he knew they wouldn't show as you couldn't wear short skirts to your office but he has never been more graceful for an HR rule than that one. Being pleased with his marks he now focuses all his attention on your leaking cunt above his mouth. With his grip on your legs he pulls your body down onto his face, licking a strip through your folds, drinking up your slick.

You moan out in response as your hips involuntarily grind against his mouth. “Mhm! Fuck Marc.. baby~” you whine out as his nose nudges your clit when his tounge licks and pushes through your folds. Vibrations float through your body as he tries to mumble out something against your pussy. Threading your fingers through his messy hair you use that leverage to pull his face away from you. “What was that love?” You question, using the shirt moment his mouth is off you to catch your breath.

“Maybe I’ve gotta put a ring on ya’ finger, that way those assholes at work will definitely know your spoken for, that youre all fuckin mine” he groans and pushes against your grip to dive back in and resume his mouths asssult on your throbbing cunt. His tongue pushing through tour slit distracts you from his statement about potentially proposing to you. Finally giving your aching clit attention, wrapping his lips around it and sucking, even biting softly at the bundle of nerves. His teeth send shivers down your spine, your thighs slightly shaking at either side of his face, he uses his hands gripping onto your legs as leverage to pull you even further down, forcing all your weight to be put on his face.

→ a/n: this wasn’t proofread, i rushed it and i kinda hate it lmao but I needed to get this out, i can already feel my effort and motivation for kinktober dwindling a bit.

[runninriot]

written for @steddie-week day 6

Love Drunk

prompt: dizzy, drunken confessions | wc: 2.5k | rated: T | cw: alcohol | tags: platonic stobin, steve has a crush on eddie, pining, jealousy, love confessions, friends to lovers | also on ao3

  "Steeeve, I really don’t think this is a good idea.“ Robin grabs him by the sleeve of his shirt to hold him back.

   "Oh, but it is a great idea, actually! The best idea I ever had!“

Steve has to concentrate hard not to trip over his tongue, to pronounce each word clearly.

He’s drunk. Like, really drunk. Drunk as in - the floor’s moving like he’s standing on a boat rocking on the shore and the world around him is turning too fast.

He knows he’s had too much but that doesn’t keep him from downing another shot.

Steve needs it, needs the courage. Because he has a plan.

   "You’re gonna regret it, Steve. And then I’ll have to listen to you whine and complain and you’re gonna blame me for not holding you back! I can’t let you do this.“

    My sweet Robin.

He’ll thank her later for this. For trying to talk some sense into him. She’s his best friend in the world. And usually, he knows he’s always better off listening to her advice. Because Robin is smart as hell. He’s lucky to have her. She loves him, always has his best interest at heart.

Steve turns around to look at her, can’t fight the urge to boop her on the nose.

   “You’re cute,” he says completely out of context and while he can see the confusion on her blurry face, she still laughs at the notion.

   “Well, you’re not,” she says and Steve pouts.

   “Don’t you love me anymooore?”

    God, Steve sounds like a kid even to his own ears. How pathetic.

He’s always been an emotional drunk.

That’s probably why, when he caught sight of Eddie laughing at something this- this random guy standing too close to him must’ve said, Steve suddenly felt like someone had pulled the rug right from under his feet.

   “You know I do. That’s why I’m telling you not to do anything stupid.” Robin says sternly, seemingly unimpressed by the emotional turmoil raging in his mind.

The thing is, technically, he knows she’s right. Sober Steve would listen to Robin without hesitation. Would let her take him home and comfort him while he pours his heart out to her.

But Drunk Steve?

Drunk Steve is as bold as he is stupid.

Drunk Steve has a mind of his own, steered by a heart that is too loud for any sensible thoughts to come through.

He can’t stop himself from staring, from watching Eddie through the open kitchen door that leads to the other room, where the music is loud and everyone’s having a great time.

Everyone, including Eddie and random guy, who’s touching Eddie’s arm, smiling and batting his lashes at him. He’s flirting with Eddie, undoubtedly. And Eddie clearly doesn’t mind, going by the way he keeps moving closer to the other guy, holding his gaze, reciprocating his touch.

That’s just-

Not okay.

He needs to do something.

Like, right now.

   “’m jus’ gonna talk to him,” Steve announces to Robin without looking at her.

She sighs, and he knows Robin has accepted her defeat when she finally lets go of his arm.

   “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

He barely catches her last words before making his way over to where Eddie and Rando are standing, careful not to stumble because the floor is uneven. Or maybe there’s something wrong with his feet? Who knows. Doesn’t matter, he’s on a mission.

Slowly and on wobbly legs, he makes his way through the spinning party crowd until he finally reaches his destination.

As if he can sense his presence, Eddie turns around immediately, while the guy next to him is throwing metaphorical daggers at Steve for interrupting their conversation.

   “Steve? Are you okay?” Eddie sounds concerned for some reason but Steve can’t find it in him to question it, not when Eddie holds out a hand and touches his shoulder.

Not when the hand on his arm feels so nice. And keeps him steady. Keeps his body from swaying.

    Why is the floor moving so much?

   “Do you need to sit down?”

Before Steve can wonder why Eddie would ask him that, he’s losing his balance, feels his knees give out and then all of a sudden, everything goes dark.

   “There you are.”

Steve blinks his eyes open, tries to focus his vision on the figure looming above him.

There’s something cold and damp on his forehead and a warm hand caressing his cheek.

   “Wha’ happened?” Steve’s voice is hoarse and his mouth is dry and there’s a nasty aftertaste of tequila on his tongue.

    Ugh.

Steve tries to push himself up from where he’s lying on... a bed? But he fails, feels dizzy, and slumps right back down.

   “Careful, Stevie. Don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

It is only now Steve realises who is talking to him. Who is sitting beside him at the edge of the bed with a hand pressed to the washcloth on his forehead to keep it in place.

   “Eddie?”

    Oh fuck.

Robin will never let him live that down.

   “The one and only,” Eddie smiles and although Steve feels like absolute shit, he can’t help but return the gesture.

   “Where are we?”

The room is only dimly lit by a bedside lamp, with the door closed and the curtains pulled shut. Steve can hear the music coming from the party still going on downstairs.

   “Linda allowed me to take you to her room after that little stunt you pulled.”

Eddie must sense his confusion because before Steve can ask what he means, he continues.

   “You blacked out. Kinda fell right into my arms,” he chuckles. “I caught you before you went down and brought you up here. I asked Jeremy to find Robin and tell her what happened but I guess he... was a bit mad at me for leaving.”

    Oh god.

Steve remembers now.

Jeremy must be the guy Eddie was talking to.

He can’t blame him for being pissed, though he’s probably not mad at Eddie but rather at Steve for interrupting their little- whatever it was.

   “Sorry for ruining your date,” Steve says quietly, shame creeping up inside.

It’s what he wanted, isn’t it? That was his plan.

Not to faint! But to disrupt whatever flirting game random guy, Jeremy, thought he had going on. But now that he’s slowly coming to his senses, he can’t help but to feel guilty for it.

   “Ah, it’s fine. He’ll live.”

Eddie grins, doesn’t sound mad at all which is good but the fact that he didn’t deny that it was, in fact, a date, makes Steve’s stomach turn into knots.

Because while he’s definitely still drunk, Sober Steve is slowly trying to force his way into his conscious, crawling through the fog still clinging to his mind. And with that comes the realisation of how stupid his plan was.

If he hadn’t blacked out, he would’ve told Eddie that he-

    Godfuckingdamn, this would’ve ended in a catastrophe.

Eddie doesn’t like Steve like that. They’re friends, nothing more.

And Steve would’ve ruined it all.

He knows he can’t keep his tongue in check when it’s loose from alcohol and still, consciously made the decision to go over the limit anyway.

How could he be so stupid? So recklessly putting their friendship on the line for- what? A rejection?

Steve should’ve listened to Robin. She tried to warn him, tried to save him from embarrassing himself but of course, he didn��t listen.

Now Eddie is sitting here next to him in depressing silence instead of being with-

   “You should go looking for him.”

   “For who?”

   “Jeremy? I’m fine now. Thanks for looking after me.”

Eddie’s hand slips away from Steve’s forehead and there’s a change in his expression that Steve doesn’t know how to read. He looks... disappointed? Kind of hurt in a way, and Steve doesn’t know why.

   “I’ll go looking for Robin and ask her to take me home. Wouldn’t want to waste any more of your precious time than I already have.”

The words feel like acid on his tongue because they’re lies. He’d want nothing more than to stay here with Eddie a little while longer. Hell, he’d spend the whole night alone with Eddie if he could.

But he can’t because it wouldn’t be fair to keep Eddie to himself when he could be out there having a good time.

Doesn’t matter that it hurts like a bitch to imagine Eddie going home with that guy at the end of the night.

To imagine someone else’s hands on his body, someone else’s lips on his mouth.

To imagine someone else getting to have all these things Steve would die for.

   “You’re not wasting my time, Steve. Never. I love spending time with you.”

Eddie smiles again, nervously rubbing the back of his neck and it’s way too much for Steve’s weak little heart to handle.

   “You can’t say things like that, Eds.” Steve says because he needs Eddie to stop making his heart flutter.

   “Why not?”

   “Because I might take advantage of it.”

    What the fuck? Shut your mouth before you say something even more stupid.

Steve finally manages to sit up, head still feeling heavy but at least the wooziness is gone.

With his new seating position, Eddie is suddenly so much closer than before.

They’re sitting next to each other, arms and legs touching, and Steve has to force himself not to lean into the warmth radiating off Eddie’s body.

   “I wouldn’t mind.” Eddie says while he fumbles with his rings, eyes focused on his own hands.

It’s like he purposely avoids looking at Steve.

   “Oh, you would,” Steve insists. “Because I’d want too much.”

Eddie looks back up, tilts his head to the side.

   “What do you mean?”

Steve feels sick.

Not from the booze but from the violent fluttering sensation in his gut – he’s worried he’ll throw up butterflies if he opens his mouth.

   “I-“

He feels dizzy again, this time for reasons he’s not willing to confess.

Eddie’s gaze is piercing. It’s like he is trying to look right through him, searching for the truth that’s locked away in Steve’s heart. Barely held back from pouring out, thrashing behind bars that slowly crack and crumble as Steve loses himself in Eddie’s eyes.

His emotions swim in a sea of tequila and beer. He feels light-headed and the room is spinning again but this time, it’s because Steve feels drunk on Eddie.

   “I have a big, fat crush on you.”

It’s out. Just like that. And nothing bad happens. The world still revolves around the sun, people downstairs are still having fun, and Eddie doesn’t tell him to fuck off.

Instead, Eddie takes his face in both hands and looks him deep in the eyes.

   “Is this drunk you talking? Or do you mean it?”

Steve allows himself to lean into the warmth of Eddie’s palm, and smiles.

   “Both? I mean it. But I wouldn’t have told you if I hadn’t drowned my last functioning brain cells in Tequila,” Steve says honestly and his heart makes a funny thing when Eddie snorts at his words.

   “You’re lucky you’re cute, Stevie. I can’t believe Robin let you off the leash like that.”

   “Hey!” Steve protests with a light push to Eddie’s chest, absently lets his hand linger where he can feel Eddie’s heart beat hard and fast beneath his palm.

   “Just for your information, she did tell me it was a bad idea. But I saw you with that guy and-“

    Oops.

That’s not what he wanted to say.

   “Oooh, so you got drunk because you were jealous, huh?” Eddie wags his brows and it looks so dorky, Steve can’t help but laugh.

   “No! Okay maybe. But-“

Steve only now realises that Eddie’s hands are still cupping his face. That Eddie hasn’t pulled away; he’s still touching him, still so close there’s barely any room between them. This is too close. And although it feels good, Steve knows it isn’t right.

   “Listen, Eddie. I know that this isn’t mutual. And I guess- well, I hope this doesn’t make it awkward between us? I like you, Eddie. A lot. And I- I hope we can still be friends, des-“

  “Woah, hold on, Stevie!”

Suddenly, Eddie’s expression turns serious and Steve feels like his heart stops as he holds his breath, waiting for whatever comes next.

   “Before you jump to conclusions, I gotta confess something, too. I might also have a big, fat, stupid crush on you.”

Eddie’s hands move to the back of Steve’s neck, fingers curling into his hair in this kind of gentle but demanding way that makes Steve shiver.

   “I just didn’t think I’d have a chance.“

He moves closer, so close their noses are touching. Steve’s heart does that thing again, flips and kicks and he can feel Eddie’s do the same.

It makes him feel bold.

   “Can I kiss you?”

Steve wouldn’t even be mad if Eddie said no. He probably smells like a distillery and he looks like shit and his mouth is so dry because-

    God, why did I drink so much?

   “Only if I can kiss you, too.”

Eddie doesn’t wait for a response, just closes the remaining distance between their lips, tentatively and almost shy. But the way he digs his fingers deeper into Steve’s hair and pulls shows a desperation that matches Steve’s own.

Steve, who clings to Eddie with both arms wrapped tight around him, kissing him, touching him, losing himself in the moment.

He’s breathless when they part.

   “You good?” Eddie asks, eyes searching for any sign of discomfort in Steve’s.

   “Perfect,” Steve lies, doesn’t want Eddie to stop on his behalf, wants to keep kissing him.

   “You’re a bad liar, Stevie. You look tired.”

Eddie’s right. Steve should go home, drink a gallon of water and go to sleep, let the buzz wear off and-

   “Will this still be real tomorrow?”

    Please, let it be real.

Eddie presses another kiss to his lips before he nods.

   “I’m yours if you want me.”

   “Want you.”

   “Come on, then. Let’s get you home.”

   “Are you coming home with me?” Steve asks, sounding a little more hopeful that he’d want to admit.

   “Just for tonight, let’s pretend I’m a gentleman, okay? I don’t want Robin to kill me before I have the chance to tell her.”

   “Tell her what?”

   “That I’m in love with her best friend.”

Steve will have the worst hangover tomorrow, he’s sure.

And Robin will have a lot to say about all of it.

But to hear Eddie say those words makes it all worth it.

   “What about Jeremy?” Steve’s being a teasing little shit now, he knows he is, can’t help himself.

   “I think his name was actually Jeffrey, or Jackson? I don’t really know him. He just wanted to talk to me about my band, saw us play a few weeks back.” Eddie grins, has this knowing look in his eyes that sends a hot rush to Steve’s cheeks.

   “Oh you bastard!” Steve huffs, feels stupid for falling for something like that. “I can't believe you let me think you two had something going on. That’s so mean!”

They both laugh.

   “Well, it worked, didn’t it?” Eddie smirks and Steve can’t not kiss him.

   “I hate you,” Steve says through a smile and Eddie answers with his own.

   “I know, I love you, too.”

[trashart00]

Ladynoir July 2024, Day 6: Better Late Than Never

@ladynoirjuly

(Flashing images under cut)

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(she’s just a girl your honour!)

[pillowspace]

Fashionable

ISATtober (aninny) | Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8

Had the fun idea of drawing Loop in outfits I drew when I was 8 years old! I wanted to do more with other characters, but I didn't want to tucker myself out

[cecililiess]

Inktobertale Day 6: Hyperspeed!

"Help me, DREAMMMMMM!!"

Inktobertale challenge and Ink belong to Comyet Error belongs to Crayon Queen Dream belongs to Joku

[hauntingrabbits]

superhero

[hrokkall]

ULTRATOBER /// FIFTH REDESIGN

Additional design notes below the cut:

Rough concept sketches, plus a "phase 1" that I didn't end up drawing:

The idea was to make the minotaur into something more akin to a statue of Theseus killing the minotaur but as a singular being, as opposed to two: warring figures in a stalemate.

The idea was similar to antler-locked stags: the only way to end the brawl is for both parties to die, or for one of them to decapitate the other, which happens in phase two as it wrenches the torso from its back to put its head back into place. This of course is representative of the actual myth itself, but bonus points if the "human" torso on itself looked like Minos's real human son (a war between the mythological and physical version of his greatest mistake that ends in it pulverizing what remains of the human version that only Minos knew in a desperate bid for freedom. This version, too, only wishes to see the sky).

In the final, I changed the hammer from the intial sketch into an axe, and added teeth into the blade to resemble the Flesh Prison. No real reason behind this one, the hammer just looked weird in the end composition. I could have emphasized the snake tail a little more, but it looked a little jarring so it's just kind of hinted at.

Anyway, this design was REALLY tough to come up with because I adore the in-game minotaur. Genuinely one of my favorite designs in the whole game (though every Violence design knocked it out of the park imo). I do, however, have a reputation to upkeep and that reputation is drawing progressively sadder cows.

[thewritersaddictions]

Day Six: Bucky Barnes + Mirror Sex

Your self-confidence is about as low as it's ever been. Your boyfriend tries his absolute hardest to show you that you are beautiful and unique, and he has been missing everything in his already very long life.

Yet you fear that sometimes you aren't enough for him. Your Bucky is a super soldier with stamina you can't always keep up with. That added to the fact that you don't like how your body looks; the bedroom isn't your favorite place.

You dislike your stretch marks, your hips dip a little more than you'd like, or how you can't wear tight dresses like anyone else in the Stark Tower can. How pudgy your stomach is, or how puffy your cheeks always are.

It's not like you don't try; you try for the sake of your own, but also Bucky's. You fear that one day, Bucky will have enough of your looks and low self-confidence that he'll up and leave you for a better-looking version.

Bucky's return from his latest mission has his muscles tight, and his need to see his baby girl is high, except when he finds you. The tears staining your face have him dropping his bags and rushing in to see what's wrong.

"Baby girl, What's wrong?" There, you sit on the edge of the bed with your jeans halfway up your pudgy thighs, tears rolling down your soft features. "I'm fat." There's no arguing with you when you're like this and no way to make you see past your hatred. Bucky lowers to his knees in front of you. "Baby, you are not fat." Bucky would never lie to you, but what Bucky says doesn't compute right now.

"Yes, I am. I can't fit into my fucking jeans; I can't wear what Natasha and Wanda wear to galas. I will never be perfect for you, Bucky. I just know that one day you're gonna…" Tears roll down your face even more now, and you can't bring yourself to finish your thought.

"I'll do what, love?" Bucky asks, trying to understand how his beautiful and fantastic girlfriend thinks so little of herself. "That one day you'll get bored of me and leave me for someone like Sharon." Your words come out in a rush as more tears wet your soft cheeks.

To say Bucky is taken aback by your words is an understatement. He would never leave you for anyone and mostly wouldn't leave you for Sharon. Your face hangs low between your shoulders, "Baby, I need you to listen to me." Bucky says, taking your hands into his and shifting you around. He's now sitting in your spot, legs wide and open for you to slot yourself in. "Listen to me very carefully, love. I will never, ever leave you for someone else. You are my heart and my soul." "But" "No buts, Y/n, you are my everything, and I think it's about damn time that I make you realize just how special you are to me," Bucky says, tugging you close to his chest. His hands are harsh against your warm skin as he tugs the betraying jeans down your legs and off to the side.

"Now come here; I want you to sit in my lap. I want your back pressed against my chest." You nod and follow your boyfriend's instructions. You end up in his lap with your back pressed against his warm chest. Legs locked on either side of Bucky's thick thighs.

"I want you to look in this mirror." He says, pointing directly in front of you. "I want you to keep looking at me through this mirror as you make yourself cum on my fingers." His words make your eyes big, "Bucky, that's not." "No. I have made some mistakes by not caring for you or making you realize how much of an absolute gem you are in my life. You are the one that keeps me steady. Now, would you please let me take care of my girl?" You nod, unable to deny Bucky unlonger.

"Good. Now, keep your eyes on the mirror." Bucky's thick finger rips your danity panties apart, leaving you bare for the both of you to see. If Bucky couldn't tell how wet you were from your panties, he sure can now. Slick drips from your cunt as your clit pulses with need.

"Look at you all pretty and wet, waiting for me to return home and please you." He whispers into your ear. You hum with need and watch as Bucky gathers your dripping slick from your cunt, using it to tease your clit. As you watch Bucky's fingers, eyes, and muscles, your lip is bitten between your teeth. Everything about him is hot as he plays with your clit and then inserts just one finger into your pussy.

Thick and longer as he pumps gently in and out of your pussy, adding another when your head falls over his shoulder. "No, pretty girl, I need you to watch yourself remember." He reminds you, and your head tilts your forehead again to watch as your boyfriend makes you cum all over his fingers.

When Buckky adds a third finger, your legs start to shake, and your hips begin to buck up, begging to meet his delicious fingers. "Fuck Bucky, please I need it faster." You beg through moans that echo off the walls of your bedroom and cause the zipper of Bucky's camo pants to dig into his growing thickness.

"If faster is what you want, then I'll give it to you, baby," he mutters as he watches your slick drip down onto the hardwood floor. It's not long before the coolness of Bucky's metal arm is all you can feel. Your head falls back as your cum around Bucky's fingers.

Bucky fucks you gently through your high, keeping you there as long as possible. "Hmm, such a pretty girl when she cums all over my fingers." He whispers. Your heart is beating against your chest, and your cheeks are red.

When you come down from your high, Bucky is licking his fingers clean and keeping you tight against his chest, but you can feel his hard cock against your back. When you move to the floor between his legs, Bucky stops you. "No honey, today and the rest of the night is about you. I don't care; I'll cum in my pants like a teenage boy as long as you know how fucking amazing you are to me, how important you are in my life." You nod and snuggle the best way you can against Bucky'ss chest. Feeling the steady beat of his heart through your chest.

Completed on: 07/30/24

Posted on 10/06/24

Kinktober 24

[tangerine-dream-machine]

british invasion

“In [1776] England lost her [his] American colonies. Last week the Beatles took them back.” — Life magazine, early 1964

Thus begins the reawakening of America’s obsession with England and everything he does.

The story:

I don’t know anything about the Beatles but from what I gleaned from the Wikipedia page, it goes like this.

In 1963, Americans mostly looked on in amusement at the Beatlemania hitting the UK, seeing as none of their singles had been released in the US, and rock and roll was a bygone genre. On November 22, 1963, CBS ran a short feature on Beatlemania in the UK, but it was not shown again in the evening as scheduled due to the assassination of President John F. Kennedy on the same day.

Later, on December 10, 1963, CBS aired the story again, looking for something positive to report. Upon seeing the segment, 15-year-old Marsha Albert wrote to her local Maryland radio station asking, “Why can’t we have music like that here in America?” The disc jockey of that radio station, Carroll James Jr., pulled some strings and managed to get a copy of “I Want To Hold Your Hand,” which was then introduced to America for the first time on December 17.

Soon, the Washington, D.C. area was electrified with this single, and people began asking for a record which was not in stock anywhere in the US. The record was sent to other disc jockeys in America, and a similar response rose there as well. Thus, on December 26, Capitol Records released the record ahead of schedule, selling a million copies and becoming a number-one hit by mid-January. Beatlemania in America and later the rest of the British Invasion was now underway.

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late nights

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loosely inspired by a fic i read of Joel being cursed to always end up alone at the end of each series

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Day 6: Immortal AU

Ah. Sad prompt

Because if halfas are immortal, Danny’s going to outlive his friends and family

So is Vlad

And Dani

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#xvtober

day 7 | mercenary

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Misunderstandings...

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Scream 6 Directed by Tyler Gillett and Matt Bettinelli-Olpin (2023)

@finalgirlsource final girl appreciation week: day 4 (oct 10) : favorite final girl quote