#tag readers lemme know if youre interested in that ig

[lime-exister]

Finished Rivulet's campaign the other day so here's a doodle of them!! I'll prolly end up finishing Saint or Gourmand next

[illvmii]

Home For The Weekend.

DBF!Miguel x FEM!Reader, NSFW!! READ WITH CAUTION!!

TAGS: DBF!Miguel, Nsfw, a little fluff ig, pining Miguel, I gave you good parents because you deserve it, oral (fem receiving), praise, p in v, unprotected (use protection gang), a little exhibisionism (people are in the house), Miguel is pretty soft in this one, LMK if I forgot anything

A/N: Because I had to swap accounts and all that, I decided to write smut as a sorry (cause I know that’s what most Miguel fans want LMFAO) so here you go!! It’s Dad’s best friend cause GODDD I love DBF Miguel lemme tell ya. Also not proof read (I’m really fucking tired rn I’ll proof read tmr probably)

You’ve been away from home for a good while at this point. Your college really wasn’t all that far away, but you’ve been so freaking busy it’s unbelievable. You called your parents at least three times a week, even at that point you were failing to do so. You were completely overwhelmed and it was awful.

But finally, finally you had a weekend where you were free. You didn’t have anything to do, so you decided to drive home and spend the weekend there. You knew your parents really missed you, so it was the best choice for all of you (plus you’d been killing to taste some of your moms cooking once again).

You had called your father to let him and your mom know you were coming, but were told a very interesting surprise. It was for sure a welcome one, though. Your father’s best bud, Miguel O’Hara, was staying with your parents for a week. Apparently the man’s house got termites which fucking blew chunks for him. But for you… well, aren’t you just lucky?

That man is HOT! We all know it, he’s absolutely stunning. So when you figured you’d be in the same house as him for a whole weekend, your entire stay seemed to get much more interesting.

Of course it was a ‘Look don’t touch’ scenario, you couldn’t even imagine the hell that would let loose if you made a hit on your dad’s best friend. You knew your father and Miguel were super close, they have been since you were a little girl. Miguel and your pops met when you were in third grade, because you were on your schools little soccer team. Miguel was the coach, since his own daughter Gabriella was on it.

You and Gabi actually became pretty good friends, still are to this day. She’s fun to be around and you text her whenever you have the chance. Of course she doesn’t know about the absolutely disgusting thoughts you have about her father on the lonelier nights. You think nobody but you really needs to know those. God forbid if your dad found out.

You haven’t seen Miguel in… what was it? Nearly three years at this point. He didn’t come around the house much after you turned 19 for some reason. Your dad and him always hung out at bars and such. So you haven’t seen him in a long time. The barbecues Miguel always had once a month were strangely on days you had told your dad you weren’t available, either. It’s very strange. You never have had the best of luck with men, so you just assume god is playing a cruel trick on you.

You eventually pulled into your childhood home driveway, the second you entered your mom pulls you to the side and presses kisses all over your face.

“Oh my gosh! It feels I haven’t seen my baby girl in ages! How have you been, honey?!”

Pressing a kiss to her cheek, you smile, “Been good. Busy, as I’ve said on our calls. But finally got some free time!”

Your mother grinned and pulled you into a hug, “I’m so glad your home, sweetheart. The house just isn’t the same without you here.”

“Dad already getting on your nerves, huh?” You snicker, hugging her back tightly.

Your mom chuckles and shakes her head, “He’s still the same ol’ grump. You should have heard him and Miguel when the soccer game was on… my goodness I was worried we were going to get a noise complaint.”

“Are they really that bad? Geez. I know Dad is bad, can’t imagine two of them.”

Your mother chuckles, “Your father is in the living room. Go say hi, hes been waiting for you all day.”

You give her a nod and walk off to the living room to greet your dad. He’s on the couch, so you plop down next to him. “Hey, Dad. How’s it hanging?”

He turns to look at you and bumps your shoulder with his, “There you are, squirt. Where you been for so long, huh? Outgrown us regular people now you’re a big shot at college?”

You smirk at his tease, “Don’t worry. I won’t forget about you. Least not yet.”

He flicks your forehead, chuckling to himself.

“Miguel is out in the pool. You should go say hi.”

Your face immediately heats up. He’s in the god damn pool?! With probably little shorts? Oh god…

You nod and stand from the couch and make your way to the pool. You slide the glass door to the patio open and dear god.

You see Miguel, hes swimming laps in the big pool. As long as you’ve known him, he’s worked out a bunch. No wonder he’s so fucking buff.

Stepping down into the patio area, you send him a wave, “Hey, Mr. O’Hara?”

He pauses his swimming and looks up at you. He flashes a smile, “My god, that you, pequeña?”

Miguel shakes his head to get the excess water out, swimming too the stairs of the pool to get out. You see now that yes, he is in little swim trunks.

He grabs his towel to wipe his extremely chiseled chest down. He smiles at you as he does, “How have you been, chica? I haven’t seen you for a while. Your dad sends me photos of you sometimes, but they really didn’t show off how much you’ve grown.”

You blush as he runs his eyes over you to really take in your growth. “I’ve been okay. College is keeping me busy. How about you? I’ve heard your house has termites.”

Miguel let’s out a loud groan, “Mhm. I could hear them in the walls at night, it was hell. At least they’re getting taken care of now, ‘Eh?”

“Yeah. I could imagine that would be hell,” You add on, not helping the conversation at all. You really couldn’t focus on conversing well. The man who has plagued your mind since you hit puberty is standing right in front of you, wet and in tiny shorts.

Miguel fully dries himself off, “I’ll go in and change, alright? Then we can talk some more.”

He walks off and you follow behind. You sit next to your dad in the living room and patiently (not at all patiently) wait for ‘Mr. O’Hara’.

Miguel walks into the living room wearing some loose shorts and a white t-shirt. He sits on a free chair and looks to your dad, “Man, look how big your girl is now! Can’t even believe it. Can’t believe how big my Gabi is, either.”

Your dad chuckles and groans, “I know, right? Time really flies when you get old.”

Miguel shoots you a smile, “I’m not that old, am I, cariño?”

You shake your head quickly, “Of course not.”

Your father chuckles, “You don’t gotta lie to Miguel, honey! Let him have it.”

Miguel leans forward to smack your father’s shoulder, “Ay! You aren’t young yourself.”

Your father and Miguel banter back and forth for a bit, before the soccer game starts out. They shut up immediately to watch, though once the plays start happening they shout at the TV like mad men. You chuckle whenever they do. It brought back memories of you and Gabriella having a play date and hearing them go nuts over the match in the other room.

After the match, it was dinner time, and holy fuck did it smell good. Your mother knew how to cook man, let me tell you.

You were sat in between your mom and Miguel. Your dad and the hunk were talking about the game, while your mother asked you questions about how college was going. You told her all about it, from the gossip to how the vending machine in the lobby stopped working again, which pissed you off to no end.

While you were talking and ranting about “those damn machines”, you felt a thigh press against yours. You glance down, seeing it was Miguel’s. Strange, because you didn’t remember his chair being this close. You shrug it off and keep talking to your mom.

After dinner you were stuffed, so you head up to your bedroom for the night. You were currently sitting on your old bed, snuggled up all nice and cozy while watching some YouTube. That was until the door creaked open. You figured your mom had done your laundry like the lovely lady she is, but indeed it was Miguel.

He stepped into the room with a soft smile, closing the door behind him, “Hey, pequeña.”

You sit up immediately at the sight of him, plucking your earbuds from your ears, “Hey, Mr. O’Hara. What do you need?”

Miguel sits himself on the edge of the bed, “You can just call me Miguel, sweetheart. Mr. O’Hara makes me feel ancient.”

“Alright, Miguel.” You smile, which makes him chuckle. He looks up at you and speaks;

“We haven’t had much time to speak one on one. I just wanted to catch up with you, hadn’t seen you in a while.”

You tilt your head endearingly, “Yeah, it has been a while. College has kept me from coming home, plus you and dad don’t hang out around the house as much as you used to.”

Miguel’s face actually pinks a little at the statement, to your bewilderment. He scratches his head, “Yeah. Just gettin’ out on the town as you kids say makes us feel young, I guess.”

Cuddling your blankets a bit closer to you, you grin at him, “You really aren’t that old. You had Gabriella decently young, right?”

“I guess so,” He shrugs, “It feels like forever ago, yet also yesterday. Can’t believe my flor pequeña is in college now.”

You nod, “Oh yeah, I can’t believe we’re in college either. Gabriella texts me all about her college days. She rants about her boyfriend constantly, she seems to really like him.”

Miguel groans, “Don’t even get me started on that boy. He is not worth my daughter, not even a little.”

You giggle at his protective nature. You’re positive that no matter who Gabriella dates, Miguel will never deem them as good enough for his daughter.

Miguel looks into your eyes, “So, you got a boyfriend, niña?”

“Oh, no. I haven’t really met the right person,” Which was a total lie, by the way. You’ve gone on dates and met super nice guys, but in your head you constantly compared them to your first crush ever, Miguel. They never shaped up, so it never went anywhere.

His eyes widen, “Really? You’re so beautiful now, I’d figure you’d have tons of boys chasing you.”

The statement makes you blush fiercely, “Ah, no.”

Miguel lets out a thoughtful sigh, “You really have grown into a lovely young woman, you know.”

You blush even harder, “Thank you, Mr. O’Hara.”

He places a hand on yours with a chuckle, “I told you, it’s Miguel.”

“Right. Sorry. Sorry,” You take some deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. Miguel sees this and smiles.

“Why so flustered, cariño? Is it because I called you beautiful?”

You end up covering your face to hide said blush from him. Geez, your heart could not take this right now. You were dressed in some baggy Spider-Man pajamas, yet he is calling you beautiful?

“I-I’m not…”

You can’t believe you’re stuttering. The things this man does to you is insane.

Miguel reached a hand forward to take your hands away from your face. He doesn’t remove it, though. He rests it on your cheek.

“Do you want to know why I stopped coming around your house?”

You nod, staring into his chocolate brown eyes.

“It’s because of your 19th birthday. Do you remember it?”

You think back to those years ago. It was a pretty fun party. You got a bunch of friends and family over and swam in your pool. It wasn’t anything extravagant, but just a fun time.

“Yeah. What about it? Did I do something?”

He chuckles and tucks a lock of your hair behind your ear, “Nah. It’s just me. You… that day, do you remember what your swimsuit looked like?”

You think back again and blush. Not one of your smartest moments, buying a white swimsuit. It looked cute online, the thought of that it was supposed to go in water and get wet not really cementing itself in your head.

“Yeah…”

He nods and chuckles, “I saw you step out of the pool, and rushed over with a towel to cover you up. Remember? Sure, it was because I didn’t want you to expose yourself like that. However, I had a selfish reason.”

You look up and tilt your head a little.

“I didn’t want anyone else to see that part of you.”

“Huh?” Your brows furrow.

He smirks, “I was confused by the thought, too. I left right after the party and went to my house. I figured I’d stop having such strange thoughts after a day… but amor, I haven’t stopped thinking about you once.”

Your eyes widen, “Wh- Huh?”

“You’re so beautiful, I don’t think you understand. You grew into this woman who I admire, not just for your looks. You’re wonderful, absolutely wonderful. You’re kind, you’re thoughtful, you’re funny, you’re perfect. I can’t get you out of my damn head.”

You can’t manage to speak at this point. You stare up at the man in shock as he moves his hand from your cheek to the back of your neck.

“Please, let me kiss you, niña,” He basically begs, his eyes look full of desperation, “I’ve wanted to do it for years.”

You manage a tiny nod, so he rushes forward to kiss your lips. He holds you very close against him and kisses you hard. He lets out a groan at the contact. His tongue prods at your lips after a while and who are you to refuse such a man? You let him in, letting out a little groan of your own when he explores you.

After what felt like too short, you have to pull away to catch your breath. He doesn’t stop being on you, though. When you pant, he moves to kiss your jaw and neck.

You let out a little groan, “M-Miguel…”

“No good?” He speaks between kisses, “I’ve wanted to touch you for years, you don’t understand…”

You let out a little whimper, a god damn whimper.

“Please, let me touch you. Fuck, please,” He begs again. You manage a small nod once again. He dives back in to keep kissing your neck.

You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. His hands move downwards towards your shirt. He tugs it over your head and moans. His hands immediately reach down to squeeze your tits, and you have to cover your mouth to keep your moans in.

He mumbles out a soft “Fuck…” when he uses his thumbs to glide over your nipples. After a few seconds, he leans down to press kisses all over your soft breasts. He still uses his hands to softly prod at them.

You let out a low whine and he looks up at you, “Be quiet, my girl. Can’t have anyone hearing you.”

You nod and keep covering your mouth as he leans down to keep pressing soft kisses to your chest. After a few moments, he tugs at your bottoms and looks up at you. You nod embarrassingly, and he takes them and your underpants off in one fell swoop.

You hear him audibly choke a breath, which makes you blush more. He manhandles you so your thighs rest on his shoulders, and just goes to town.

You let out a loud yelp when his tongue presses against your clit, so he reaches down and puts his fingers in your mouth to silence you. He keeps his mouth going, sucking on the bud to bring you pleasure.

Miguel pulls back with a long breath, “Tastes so good…”

You whimper against his fingers when he leans down to insert his tongue in you. You cry out as he holds nothing back, forcefully having his way with you.

His one hand that isn’t in your mouth is softly caressing your thigh, which is driving you crazy in its own right. It feels like everywhere he touches you is pure heaven.

Though that one hand leaves after a moment, instead he moves to insert a finger in you. You clamp down on his fingers, which makes him chuckle.

“Feel that good?”

Against his hand, you mumble, “Fingers so thick…”

He smirks and curls his index finger, making your hips buck up and you let out another whine. He can softly hear you beg for more.

He complies, of course. Hes waited for this for years, no way he won’t give his girl everything she wants.

He inserts another finger, moving them around a little until he eventually finds your most sensitive spot. He presses the pad of his fingers up against it suddenly, making you jerk and squirm around.

His mouth dives back down to suck on your clit, which drives you absolutely insane. His fingers in both your mouth and inside you, as well as his skilled mouth was far too much for one woman to handle.

Miguel looks over at one of the thighs placed on his shoulder, seeing it shiver and shake. He breaks away briefly, “Are you close already, amor? You’re so sensitive for me. Have you been wanting my touch too?”

You nod frantically when he lowers his head to your clit again. You cry out, “Uh-Huh! Y-You were my first crush!” Your words were mumbled against his fingers, but he understood them just fine.

He sucks on your clit hard and curls his fingers at the same time, which causes you to let out a moan and your thighs shake more. He breaks away,

“Look at me when you come. Look into my eyes as I make you come. You understand?”

You nod and keep eye contact with him as he inserts a third finger, pressing over and over to your g-spot. He uses his tongue to swirl around your inflated bud at the same time.

His gaze, his mouth, his fingers, it was all far too much. After one harsh suck, you came with a muffled shout.

Miguel drank it all up immediately, seemingly absolutely satisfied to be covered in your juices.

He lets you catch your breath and removes his fingers from your mouth. He also lowers your hips back to the bed, being delicate as he does so he doesn’t hurt you. You were panting very harshly, still coming down from your high.

Everything was a bit fuzzy at the moment. Though you refocused a few seconds later- holy shit.

His shorts have been discarded, along with his shirt. He was naked just as you were, and god damn was he big.

He leans down to press a kiss to your stomach, “You think you can go again? Can you take me, pretty girl?”

You try and speak only to realize that you, in fact, can’t. You settle for a thumbs up, which just makes him laugh softly.

He gives you a few more seconds before aligning himself up with your pretty pussy, pushing himself in agonizingly slow.

You let out another moan, so he quickly puts his fingers in your mouth again to keep you quiet. He really, really did not need your parents who were down in the living room to hear this.

He kept pushing himself in, holding his own groans back. He’d used his hand and imagined how you’d feel in the past, but it was nothing like this. This was perfect.

Once he was in as far as he could go, he stopped and let you get comfortable. Of course it was a battle for him, he was fighting his primal instincts to just take your hard and fast.

You keep letting out the most adorable little whimpers, which even though he’s currently fucking you, make Miguel’s heart melt.

You hum against his fingers, “Ready…”

He nods and begins to move very slowly. He focuses on your face as he watches it contort and squeeze with his movements. You were so pretty when you were experiencing such pleasure, he thought.

He whispers, “Good job, pequeña. Such a good girl for me.”

The praise makes you bite down on his fingers a little. Your hands travel upwards to scratch on his back, too. It was taking all your willpower to not be loud.

He moves a little faster, leaning down to kiss you as he does. He keeps mumbling “My pretty girl” And “So perfect, just for me” as he increases his speed.

He knows he isn’t going to last long. He’s been dreaming about you for years at this point.

He begins to sweat as his hips snap against yours. His free hand moves down to rub on your already abused clit. You grunt on his fingers, pursing your lips against them.

“You gonna come for me again, amor? Come on my cock. Can you do that for me?” He speaks very softly. Both to keep it down, but to also be intimate with you.

You breathe heavily as you feel him pound into you. You can feel tears brimming at your eyes from the sensation.

He licks his thumb and places it back down on your clit, rubbing circles over and over again. At the same time, his hips were slamming against yours. Soon enough, you reached a second orgasm. He let out a moan that was nearly too loud when you did. The sensation was his end, because a few thrusts later he pulled out and came on your stomach.

You and him sat there, panting like you’d just ran a damn marathon. Though after a few minutes, Miguel stands and walks over to your nightstand to get the wipes there. He begins to wipe you of his cum and your sweat, cleaning you off so you can sleep comfortably.

You were so fucking exhausted it was insane. You could barely register as he carefully slid your pajamas back onto you, then changed back into his own clothes.

He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, “If I could sleep in here, I would.”

“Mhm…” You mumble, a little upset he wouldn’t be cuddling you to sleep. But you obviously understood his reasoning.

He pressed a soft kiss to your lips,

“Let’s do this again sometime, pequeña.”

Hope you enjoyed you rabid Miguel fans!! Feedback is always welcome. I used spanishdict so please correct any mistakes you see. Reqs open too!!

This was my first time posting anything NSFW on any site ever so I’m sorry if it’s bad LOL

Don’t repost or claim as or own and all that stuff please!! ❤️❤️

[catusbeanius]

tagged by @smollestduck-sketches !!! thankies!! also i'm gonna extend this to fics ive written but never published bc the only fics I've published were my frantic fanfics with some friends LSKSLKDJ

1. how many works?

If we count each franfic fanfic, then easily over twenty. A lot of my fics are half-finished though so if we discount them and the frantic fanfics, then more like 3 or 5? Probably just 1 actually smh

2. total word count?

Uhhh...... Lemme count rq. 1800 on the frantics (not distinguishing between my writing and my friends' writing), and then 7200 from whatevers in the obsidian document I opened. Theres more on scrivener and random sheets of paper, but my laptop is slow and I don't have time to find them all :(

3. what fandoms do u write for?

Twst and Enstars, pretty much. Technically some crossovers with Sam & Max as well!! Ig technically OM as well then

4. top 5 fics by kudos

Don't have any :(

5. do u respond to comments?

I would if I got them!!

6. fic u wrote with the angstiest ending?

That one fic about Cherio angsting over Trickstar (i think it's on my old laptop and that one's even slower smh. I gotta transfer these things at some point. If I find it, maybe I'll post it!! But it was a mild vent fic)

7. fic u wrote with the happiest ending?

All of my fics are mildly hopeful (if I finish them) but I liked this one Cherio lore Mally birthday fic I wrote where rat-kun showed up and ate his cake. I could probably post that one, but it doesn't make much sense without the Cherio lore context (which I haven't written down yet :( )

8. do u get hate on fics?

Yeah, from myself (I'm jk, I don't hate my writing)

9. do u write smut?

Teehee :3 Technically, I have. Probably won't do it again, though. Eh, we'll see.

10. craziest crossover fics?

OM and Sam & Max

11. have u ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. ever had a fic translated?

Very, very technically yes though bc I would write fics in class in a secret script and then decode them at home SLKD (but, as I said, that's more decoding than translating)

13. ever co-written a fic?

Yes! The frantics

14. all time favorite ship?

Lilia Vanrouge x urmom /j Serious answer, idek ;v; Anything that makes Mika or Malleus happy, I suppose! (ShuNaruMika especially). I'd also say anything that makes Lilia happy but you can't really ship him with anyone bc he's so old it'll always be a little weird

15. what's a wip u wanna finish but doubt u will?

Cherio Lore :( I can write a synopsis of it, but I really want to organically present the ideas through typical novel writing as practice before I really write my own stories. Alas, idk what happens in the middle (as always)

16. writing strengths?

Abstract descriptions! I hope, at least. I love writing them!!

17. writing weaknesses?

Dialogue fs. Idk how people talk. Also, sentence variation. I'm a predictable guy and I have my favorite words!!

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

The thing is, if it's in a different script to the language you're writing in (for example, English and Japanese), there's not a way for the reader to read it, yk? And idk if there's a way to organically integrate a translation. Even if your reader isn't supposed to know what they're saying, what's the point in including the dialogue in the first place? You can just say they said something in Japanese. Unless it's assumed your reader knows the other language, then it adds some dramatic irony. Ofc, there's gonna be ways you can fit it in well since each situation is different, but I wouldn't add it explicitly in quotations, per se. This is coming from a semi-bilingual language nerd semi-studying to be an editor (aka, don't take it to heart bc I'm not a professional)

19. first fandom u wrote in?

Bnha. Bad, bad, bad stuff. I get chills thinking about it.

20. fav fic youve written?

Any Lilia angst, tbh. I don't even care for angst why do I always write Lilia angst istg (and it's delicious every time)

This was fun!! Hopefully it was interesting!!

I pass this game onto you, my friends :>

@unnecessarilysalty @multilevelwriter-blog

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Okay so at 4.4k words I'm done.

The fic is with established mammon × mc + an unnamed male oc

• New OC info

* I made the oc cis male because that's what I initially reached for and I'll post that fic today after the original poll finishes.

* But to make it inclusive do you want me to add this to a series and post an alternate version of the fic as well with an afab second person pov MC?

* Tagging this as various versions of "mammon x reader" even though I know technically it's not so that anyone who's into that maybe interested in the ^ second poll.

• Do you want to name the new sad male oc who was created purely to get dicked down?

* Send me name suggestions (asks and anon open) and I'll make a third poll for it.

* Read the fic first though please? so you can think of a name to match his ✨️vibe✨️

• Do you want to see this sad wet man (or a possible afab 2nd pov version) get dicked down with your kinks?

* Asks and anon are again open.

• Is it hot?

* ....I have no fucking clue. I have never written straight up smut before and turns out that like when I write fics that are supposed to be funny and am unable to tell if it's actually funny, I can't tell if this is actually hot.....

* Please lemme know...

• Will this eventually lead up to mammon × unnamed gn! mc smut?

* Duh. This is me testing the waters in my smut writing skills. So....feedback pls?

• When will the fic be posted?

* When the original poll finishes. So in a couple hours. Super embarrassing though if after all of this the majority of y'all told me to go to sleep in that

• MC used for this fic

* I tried writing it without giving MC a name but turns out when your threesome has two unnamed characters outta the three it's.....actually stupidly hard to write. Specially because there are times where I refer to Mammon & MC as an unit with the plural "they/them" and the only way I could differentiate the plural from MC's singular "they/them" use was by using a name for MC.

* I used my own MC for the fic because they're genuinely just gen OM! MC with a name & look and I wanted to keep their personality as close to canon as possible (yes, I use my own MC as a template in my unnamed MC fics as well so that I have something to compare against to know I have a consistent characterisation)

Here's the closest I could get to their appearance using a picrew and some additional information if y'all want:

Eliza Ramskin (they/them || 26yrs || 5'10")

Scar over eyebrow from peanut butter accident and top surgery scars. Freckles everywhere. Eyes a shade more honey-brown.

Have fun ig I'm gonna go study for that looming exam I just spent the whole day ignoring🥲

[yoichichi]

Phone Sex

18+ MINORS DNI

jean, armin, & eren (sep) x reader

warning(s): slight dom reader, male masturbation, humiliation, degradation, edging, phone sex, crying ig?, self-masturbation mentioned in Jeans but I tried to make it gender neutral, eren calls reader mommy in his but it’s like slightly a joke ,, at first🧍‍♀️

a/n: ANON YOU.... you have a mind of gold. This was a request for reading guiding the boys while they masturbate so this is that! I hope this was what you were looking for anon! :) <3 and as always I love to hear your thoughts so pls send them in 😭 i also did my best to keep the reader neutral when it mentions the reader masturbating !

Jean

When you were woke up at 2 in the morning by a call from Jean, you definitely thought you’d be racing over to his place for some kind of emergency. But when you slid your thumb across the screen and held your phone up to ear, grumbling out a ,“hello?”, instead you were met with whiny, breathy moans, pleading for a different kind of help.

“Baby? You up?” You could barely hear him over his heavy panting.

“Well, I am now.”

It was silent for a few moments while you heard him shuffling around in his bed.

“Do ya need something babe? What’d you call me so late for?” You took an innocent tone to your voice, but you knew exactly what he needed from you.

“Hnng- ah- um, yeah. I - are you - ah - busy?”

You sighed and grumbled for him to give you a second as you moved to lay on your back and put your headphones on,

“You’re sitting there with that pretty cock of yours in your hands, aren’t you? So needy and desperate to cum that you had to wake me up at 2 in the morning just to hear my voice? Aw, I never knew you were such a little slut, Jean.”

Your hands reached down between your legs to slide your bottoms off at the sound of a hoarse whimper from the other end of the phone call, clearly he was caught off guard by your sudden crude words.

“You like that? Being reminded how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Ah - mhm.” You could hear the speed of his hand increasing, and judging by his moans you could tell he was getting close.

“Look at you, all worked up and already about to make a mess of yourself. Wanna cum baby? Tell me how bad you want it.” You hummed as you brought your fingers down to play with yourself, now throbbing with need from the sound of Jeans moans; which were filled with the obvious longing to be fucking you or your dirty mouth instead of his fist.

“Oh god, I want it so bad, only you - fuck - only - oh god, baby please lemme cum.” You could see him now, a panting sweaty mess with his large hand wrapped around his cock. He was probably bucking up into his hand, the other one fisting the sheet while he tried to ground himself and wait for your permission, wanting so bad to be good for you. The head of his cock slightly swollen with need and his pretty face all scrunched up with focus.

“Yeah? You wanna cum?”

“Fuck, yes. Please?”

“Awww, what a good boy. Go on and lemme hear you cum then.”

His pretty groan filled your ears before it came out strangled and separated with gasps.

You let him ride out his high a bit longer until he spoke.

“Thank you, babe. Sorry to wake you up.” He had a sense of bashfulness to his voice - not matching the confidence he had earlier to dial you in the first place.

“Mmm, don’t worry about it. You can make it up to me by staying on the line until I cum this time.”

Armin

You’d be lying if you said Armins sniffling coming through the phone didn’t make you smile. You love when he listens to you, even when it’s killing him to do so.

“C-can I, can I keep going?” His voice was so soft and meek you could barely hear him.

He sat with his hand resting at the base of his cock, not squeezing or moving an inch. Every so often he’d run his hand through his hair or let it slide down his chest, brushing past his nipples, desperate for some kind of stimulation.

Every twitch of his cock made the tears resting on his lash line spill and stream down his red cheeks, god you could just imagine it. What you wouldn’t give to be in front of him now and see it for yourself.

“Mhm, but I want you to go nice ‘n slow. You think you can do that for me?” You did your best to keep your tone calm and unwavering, luring him into doing what you wanted, knowing he’s a sucker for receiving your praise.

“Of course I can.” He said it matter of factly, almost appalled that you’d assume he couldn’t do anything you ask of him.

“Well, go on then.”

He hissed at the sensation of his cold, tough hands dragging slowly up his cock, squeezing slightly at the head just to tease himself further - making sure to let an erotic moan slip past his lips to let you know he was going above and beyond for you. Even fondling his balls just to make the desire to cum all that more excruciating, and showing you just how much he could take if it meant being good for you.

“You sound so pretty baby, think you can hold out just a little bit longer for me? You know how much I love listening to you touch yourself, such an angel.”

“Y-yes.” He swallowed thickly - loud enough that you could hear it - knowing how proud of him you were gonna be.

“Good boy.”

Eren

Eren rarely enjoyed phone sex, too needy and demanding to think it was worth it; especially when he could pick you up or come over at any time. So why the hell would he choose to be separated and touch himself while he listened to you over the phone?

But I guess it’s different when he’s at work and only has 30 minutes to ease the strain in his pants and get you off his mind. Which is exactly why he’s calling your contact with a shaky hand as he sits in his car, making sure to park where no one would come to bother him, with the other hand busy pulling out his fat cock previously stuffed and feeling claustrophobic in his jeans - he’s lucky his work apron kept his appearance decent.

He hissed at the way it sprang up against his abdomen, his cock head already angry and swollen. God he hated you, getting him all worked up at work just because he couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over and slamming you so hard you couldn’t do anything but whine and whimper, not even able to get out a coherent sentence about how good he filled you up.

But the moment he heard the ringing falter and your sweet voice greet him , “Hey babe what’s up? Aren’t you at work right now?”, all animosity left his body. A low whimper leaving his lips instead, so desperately wanting your lips wrapped around his cock it was almost agonizing.

“Fuck babe, I need you - oh fuck - I need you to make me cum quick, ah hnngh god -“ he spoke so fast and quiet you almost thought he was in trouble, but judging by the way his voice was getting raspy, and the way it cracked at the end of his sentence, you knew he was perfectly fine.

You sighed and set your highlighter down, knowing you wouldn’t be getting back to your studying any time soon.

“Babe? You there? I -“

“Mhmm, ‘m right here.” You cut him off quickly, gnawing at your bottom lip to the sounds of his quiet pants, knowing he was quickly fisting his cock and probably on his lunch break, needing to finish fast, doing his best to cum as quick as he could, and yet he still needed to call you to help him do that? God what an ego boost.

But, you were busy studying. And rarely do you have him in such a powerless position, why not have some fun with him?

“Okay, I’ll help.” You smiled coyly at his sigh of relief.

“Really babe? Oh my g-“

“But promise you’ll do what I say?”

He was silent for a moment, but he knew he didn’t have much time to protest and really, he was putty in your hands right now. He agreed before he could change his mind, and that’s what led him to the position he was in now.

His cock sensitive to the touch and his hair falling out of his bun, his face flushed and looking slightly a mess with the sweat that was beginning to collect on his forehead.

He probably had but two minutes left on his break and he needed to come, bad.

“Please, Jesus fuck I’ve been listening but god I need to cum. I’m -“

“Okay Eren I hear you,” you giggled for a moment and he felt his stomach drop, you were up to something, “why don’t you ask mommy for permission?”

“What?”

You giggled again at his exclamation and knew he was getting frustrated by the groan he let out, but you were having too much fun, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

“You heard me, you wanna cum so bad? Call me mommy and beg for it.” You sighed and sat back in your chair. He should’ve expected you to do something to get back at him for bothering you while you were busy, what either of you weren’t expecting though was how quickly he caved.

“Mommy, please.” His voice cracked from the dryness of his throat as he whimpered out his plea, not expecting it to send your stomach into a frenzy.

“God please let me cum, please mommy, please.”

“Y-yeah okay, go on and finish.” You sat in shock as you heard his sweet moans come through the phone, an octave higher than they’d usually be.

“I-, fuck, I gotta go back to work. You really cut it close babe. See you when I get home.” He hung up quickly, hoping it didn’t come off as rude - he just had little to no time to clean himself up before he had to clock back in.

But it didn’t matter cause you were still reeling from the way he so freely whimpered out mommy, and how enticing it sounded coming from him.

Hmm, you had a lot to think about.

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THIS IS MY FIRST KINDA DOM READER THING SO PLS GIVE ME YOUR THOUGHTS YOU KNOW I LOVE THEM and ily it’s been a while since I posted :) <3

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A Harmless Crush ♡

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Assigned to the Winter Soldier by S.H.I.E.L.D to help him to accommodate to society, staying in the Avenger’s tower, and occasionally doing paperwork for STARK industries, you’ve grown close to James Buchanan Barnes, developing a crush on him in the process. So when you, reluctantly, tag along to a baseball game with the Avengers, and the kiss cam lands on you and Bucky, things get interesting.

A/N: idk but with all this Sebby Stan all over ig, I’m in the Bucky fluffy mood so and for once I’m gonna do a shy, bit of an introverted reader, explore that, so enjoy this mushy crap it’s so cute and lemme know what you think :) if you want a part two

Warning: super freaking soft, mild language cause it’s me, fluff to the max, you’ll get a toothache from the sweetness I swear

You step lightly into the Avenger’s living room, having been all but physically forced to go to this baseball game, to get out of the tower as they told you, but you refused to agree unless you could bring a book along with you. You had stuffed it in your small backpack, hanging loosely off one of your fuzzy, sweater clad shoulders, a cold day in spring. You roll up your sleeves to your forearms, sporting a pair of dark, high waisted jeans and converse along with it, Nat doing a small twirl with her finger to get you to spin for her. 

“Cute. Very cute,” she wears a satisfied smile and you’re eyes are drawn over to Bucky, tucked in the corner of the room with his arms folded over his broad chest, keeping to himself, as do you. He wears his long, brunette hair back, tied in a bun, tendrils falling down the front and over his cerulean eyes, casted downwards at his scuffed, army boots, crossed over each other. 

He senses a pair of eyes on him, something that has become second nature to him, the feeling of knowing when you’re being watched, but he looks up anyway, delightfully surprised to see your flushed face and e/c eyes looking over at him. Everything about you was soft, he thinks, your sweaters, your laugh, your eyes when you look at him, your smile, your heart, your features, no harsh lines or sharp angles, only soft curves and dips, like a watercolor painting gently done by someone who knew what they were doing. You’re a work of art, precious and untouchable, a Monet painting that’s even more beautiful up close. His own lips curve into a smile at the sight of you in your favorite outfit, causing you to bashfully look away, hiding in your best friend, Nat, feeling her vibrating laughter when you tuck yourself into her.

Clapping his hands together to get everyone’s attention, Tony finally speaks up, “We’re all ready, great, let’s get going.”

Steve lays his hand on Stark’s shoulder to stop him for a moment, getting his attention, “Why don’t we walk there, Tony? It’s a beautiful day, it’s not that far, and we’re missing training to-”

“Shut. The. Hell. Up. Cap,” Sam says with a warning glare in the man’s direction, having been excited for his first day off in almost a month, wanting to savor every second of it.

“If you want to walk and damage a hip, Gramps, you can, but I’m taking the car, you all do what you want, just be there by 2:00,” Tony looks down at his mortgage payment of a watch. “Which is in thirty minutes.”

Everyone disperses and Nat is the first to ask what your plan is, instinctively making you look behind you to see what Bucky will do next, finding him already looking in your direction.

“Walk with me?” he mouths from across the room, waiting to walk over to you, just as shy as you when it came to this sort of thing, he was just better at hiding it. As he did with everything else.

You barely have time to think before you’re mouthing back, Okay, smiling against your better judgement. But the smile that lights up his face in return helps make the bundle of nerves in your stomach you get around him, almost nonexistent.

~~~

“I’m kind of surprised you wanted to walk with me,” he admits after a spell of blissful silence, accompanied by woodland creatures scurrying past, couples making small talk, and trees humming along with the tune of the wind. 

You snort at the absurdity of his statement, “Why? I enjoy being with you,” you risk a glance at him and he’s meeting your eyes before you can mentally prepare yourself for the emotional turmoil you’re experiencing, deciding to back track. Deny, deny, deny. “Hanging out with you. Jesus. I sounded so creepy when I said that, didn’t I?” you let out a soft breath of laughter, fuck, fuck, fuck, running a hand through your hair, tugging at the ends in frustration.

He throws his head back with a rumbling laughter that doesn’t help the butterflies in your stomach or die them down any less, only adding fuel to the fire when his fingers intentionally brush against your arm. “You didn’t, I promise. You never sound creepy, I don’t think someone as adorable as you is capable.”

You smile, color filling your face, pressing a hand to your cheeks to calm the heat flooding there. It’s the cutest thing Bucky has ever seen. “Thank you.”

He looks you at you for a moment before speaking, “No problem, doll.” Then he laughs, “And, Y/N, did you even want to go to the game today?”

You love when he says your name, so much so you’ve suddenly gotten weak in the knees, the two of you slowly walking closer to each other, sides touching every so slightly, stepping in time, on the same beat, “Not at first, no, I don’t really do...”

“Big crowds?” he cocks an eyebrow.

“Social situations,” you finish instead, tucking hair behind your ear. “And, well, that, too.”

He chuckles deeply, sending vibrations from your head to your curled toes, fiddling with a loose strand from your sweater, twirling it around your finger, “I get it. So much... you have no idea.” He doesn’t have to say anything further for you to understand what he’s implying, glancing furtively at his vibranium arm.

You touch his metal arm and he turns towards you out of reflex, the only touches he’s gotten being ones that have intentions of inflicting pain on him, but your touch is gentle and not at all ill-willed, tracing the red star painted on it, feathery light with wide eyes. You take and drink him in instead of pushing him away. He’s a real life piece of a museum, you think, and you’re fascinated.

“I think your arm is pretty cool, actually,” you pull your hand back, his eyes watching your movements cautiously. It comforts you, almost, knowing he’s just as nervous as you are, possibly even more so. “Besides... you’re not your arm or what it symbolizes, you’re you, you’re Bucky.” You laugh and shake your head, giddy all of a sudden when you look at his awestruck expression, “If that makes any sense.”

“You really think that?” his pace slows as you two arrive at the stadium’s gates, your friends waiting just on the other side. 

“Of course,” you say it simply.

“Damn, doll, I could kiss you right now,” he teases you, he does that a lot, teasing you as if he knows you wish it wasn’t just teasing, but you know that’s just how he is, flirty and boyish. You brought it out in him. You just didn’t know it yet.

“Tony wouldn’t let you hear the end of it if you did,” you let him know, cursing yourself for playing along when you really need to change the subject before you spontaneously combust.

His hand presses into the small of your back when he sees the large crowds of people blocking the entrance, making you stiffen beneath him, something he notices and secretly revels in, “Ah, doll, but it’d be so worth it,” he whispers by your ear, and you feel the curl of his lips against your skin, the rumble in his voice. 

“I don’t know, Stark can be pretty relentless,” you say, breath catching towards the end, when he pulls you to his side as someone almost runs into you, keeping you close. He looks behind him and glares at the man that almost pushed you down, muttering swear words under his breath. 

“I can handle him,” he looks at where his hand is and you expect him to shy away, but he only grips tighter, “I’ll let go of you if you’d like.”

“No, no... you should keep doing it,” you move closer to him as you walk, locking eyes with him and he smiles, raising his eyebrows. “For safety reasons.”

“We don’t want you getting trampled, kitten,” he grins boyishly, crinkles by his eyes making a dominant appearance. “I like you in one piece if it’s all the same.”

“I’ll try not to disappoint,” you play along with an equally bright smile, looking ahead of you at your smirking friends, Clint tracing a heart around the two of you and Sam rolling his eyes so hard you’re sure he’s pulled something.

Steve and Nat cast knowing glances to each other, conspiring, no doubt. Tony gives you his best overprotective dad look and Bucky slips his hand to rest on your back once again, looking to you when everyone begins walking to the seats. 

You all get to your seats, at the highest level in box seats, thanks to Stark, and the game looks as if it’s about to start. You sit down in one of the middle seats, Nat sitting on one side of you and Bucky down on the other, leaning back in his seat to get comfortable. He smiles at you when you look over and you’re met with a smirk from Nat, smug as hell.

“Don’t,” you lean back in your chair.

“Don’t what?” she leans forward to stare at you, lifting an expert eyebrow, years of practice, she’s so good at that, not letting any emotion appear in her expression, just calculated precision. She shows you what she wants you to see. “Let Bucky know you have the fattest cru-”

“Romanoff!” you clamp a hand over her mouth and she nips at your skin, causing you to pull your hand back, shaking it out. 

She smiles knowingly, “I’m sure he already knows, anyway.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Only time will tell, Y/N, enjoy the game,” her eyes glitter with ulterior motives that spark something, the match to the gasoline. She’s done something. 

“Nat,” you lean towards her. “Nat, what the hell did you do?”

She ignores you, only gifting you a smile as an answer, and you’re forced to sit back in your seat, your hand right next to Bucky’s. 

“Good afternoon, New York!” the announcer rolls out, voice as loud as booming thunder followed by equally thunderous laughter and applause, reminding you of an old friend of yours. “We have a very special group of guests here with us today, say hello and give a warm welcome to them for our stadium, the Avengers!”

“How cheesy,” you cross your legs, earning a light snort from Bucky, about to pull out your book to read and escape into until you see the jumbo-tron displaying you and your friends, zooming in on Sam, Clint, and Steve.

“I thought you said we were trying not to attract any attention,” Nat side-eyes Tony.

“I lied,” Tony smile, already fixing his hair.

“What do you say, folks, we make some sparks fly and put the kiss cam on a lucky couple?” the obnoxious announcer asks the crowd, earning an uproar of agreement that only amuses Tony. 

The kiss cam lands on Clint and Sam for a brief moment, Clint leaning in, “Come on, boo bear.”

Sam looks at him, expression as blank as canvas, “No.”

The audience reacts with bubbling laughter, the camera falling on Natasha and Tony next. Tony has his arms spread out on either side of him with his legs crossed, subtly sliding his jet black shades down the bridge of his nose like he can’t be bothered when he sees the camera, “Oh, hi, didn’t see you there, I’m T-”

“Shut up,” Nat shoots him down with only a stare, flipping off the camera, barely glancing in its direction.

You shriek when it starts turning and instinctively tuck yourself into Bucky, him having pulled up the arm rest just before, he lets out a quiet OOF when you barrel into him, wrapping his arms around you to steady you, keeping you close. Your head buried in his chest, hoping you could just stay here for the rest of the time with no further complications.

“Doll... I might regret asking this, but what are you doing?” he whispers in your hair, just above the shell of your ear. 

“I’m sorry, I panicked. I don’t like being the center of attention, not to mention an entire baseball stadium full of attention,” you whisper, muffled into his shirt.

“Then I hate to tell you, kitten, but the cam is on us right now,” he mutters and you extract yourself from out of his arm to see the entire stadium looking in the two of you’s direction, all collectively sucking in one breath. 

“I think we’ve found our lucky couple, ladies and gentlemen! But, aw, they look shy, let’s give them a little encouragement, shall we?” 

KISS, KISS, KISS!

“Doll,” Bucky whispers to you, both of you looking at each other and perhaps, if it weren’t for your anxiety riddled nerves at the moment, you’d kiss him yourself, for that nickname and stare alone. “We don’t have to do it.”

“I don’t know if we’d get away with that.”

His cheeks are filled with bright shades of scarlet, you almost want to laugh at that, the Winter Soldier, blushing because of you. It brings a smile to your face looking at it, and your hands are now touching, close enough to him for you see the shadows of his face and the stubble on his jaw. How gold flecks line his blown irises, tinged with icy blue and quartz.

“I’ll just kiss your cheek, then, is that alright?” he asks, tentatively, moving only slightly closer as the crowd grows impatient. You nod slowly.

He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your jaw, missing your cheek and you feel his lips curl against your skin at the way your face heats up beneath him, gripping his hand.

“You seem to have enjoyed that,” he whispers by your ear once again.

“Come on, lovebirds, give us a real kiss! We won’t leave you alone until you do it,” and the chanting rises up again, started up by your instigating friends.

“To be honest, I didn’t want it to happen like this,” he mumbles, his chest rising and falling, eyes trained on your mouth.

“For what to happen?” you say, but he doesn’t hear you, and it might as well be summer, you’re burning under your clothes, forehead laden with nervous sweat and you’re lost for breath.

He half smiles, “Me kissing you.”

You grin, burning brightly, about to question it further until you’re drowned out by the rest of the stadium, in need of their fix of drama you haven’t yet supplied them with. Bucky finally just slides his hand to the back of your neck, cradling your head in the palm of his hand, tangling fingers in your hair when he pulls you to him, his lips colliding with yours, simply, completely, and mind-numbingly well.

The crowd cheers but you’ve drowned them out, hearing only the loud thumping of blood pounding in your ears, his calloused hands on your skin, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. And you know you need to pull away, but the man is taking you apart and putting you back together all at once, you’re frozen in place. He’s reached into your chest and has made your heart beat for you when it has stopped on its own. The questions that have plagued your mind in the months of knowing the ex-assassin, all finally answered with one painfully complicated action. 

His thumb brushes over your cheekbone and traces a star into your skin, marking you as his, like the one on his arm, taking his time to kiss you sweetly and as masterfully as possible. And his tongue, his tongue, sinfully drawing over your bottom lip and luring out your own, fighting for dominance that you’ve already given unto him. You’ve fallen into and for him, unable to resurface. But you’re not sure you want to. Because there’s a reason it’s falling in love, it’s sudden, abrupt, and scary, and it’s just hit you now how seriously and far you’ve fallen. It’s the grand canyon of loves. 

And the kiss was only thirty seconds.

The applause that follows you breaking away with a gasp is close to deafening, Nat being one of the loudest right by your ear, but you’re staring at him, his swollen, pink mouth, flushed cheeks, and mussed up hair, busy and ruffled from your wandering hands.

“Now, that is what I’m talking about, ladies and gentlemen. Give it up for the loving couple! That was one steamy kiss.”

“Indeed it was,” Nat says smugly, smirking to herself.

He searches your eyes and smiles apprehensively, reaching out to swipe his thumb over your bottom lip, trying to make sure this really happened, “I think we need to talk.”

You nod quickly, “I think we do.”

You were so fired.