#and I don’t blame Buck one bit
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Anyone saying that Tommy is just convenient, he’s just a stepping stone, or Buck is confused and projecting his feelings for Eddie onto Tommy. Denial is not a river in Africa.
Buck didn’t just roll out of bed one morning and decide “I am declaring myself to be bisexual! And starting today, I’m looking for a guy”
Buck has ALWAYS been bisexual. So the whole time we have known Evan Buckley, he has been attracted to men.
However, it’s very likely had never really sat with and processed what to do about that attraction prior to meeting Tommy. Never acted on it prior to Tommy. Never made it as obvious to anyone before Tommy.
In retrospect, the signs were definitely there, before Tommy.
The catalyst for the change? Is Tommy.
He made the conscious decision to go see Tommy when he had no damn reason to. He wasn’t thinking of leaving the 118, he just wanted a reason to see him again. I don’t think Buck actively processing “I want to date this man” he just wanted “something” and Tommy was part of that something. But he had no damn idea how to get his brain wrapped around what exactly he was planning to do with those feelings “Huh, this is more…what do I do now?” Hence the basketball game.
And I don’t know if it was before Tommy came over or if seeing Tommy standing there in his apartment made those pieces finally click into place for Buck.
(Personally I’m leaning toward that “Well not at the same time” response to teaching him Muay Thai. Because there was no mistaking THAT look that Tommy gave him)
Because if you have ever been into someone and are even the tiniest bit queer, you saw that dance for exactly what it was.
The subtle signs, the shifting in atmosphere, the carefully chosen words, way their bodies started mirroring each other as they moved closer.
Tommy having more experience with this dance, started getting the inkling this may be going SOMEWHERE...So he took that chance and dropped the “Well probably not at the same time”with THAT look. That look was a whole sentence.
Now Buck’s awakening bisexuality, understood that look. And those butterflies starting flying and he stepped right up and said “I have been trying to get your attention”
He decided THIS man. Right here. Is the one that I want enough- choose to just lay it all out for.
Now for any baby bi THAT is a big damn leap. Because you think you know..But you don’t have the experience to know if you’re reading the signs right.
Brass Tacks my lovelies is..
Buck wanted Tommy..he wasn’t entirely sure for what. But he knew it was Tommy specifically.
And if you think he’s projecting his feelings about Eddie onto Tommy. Go back and look at that first episode Eddie shows up at the 118 in.
Buck wanted to be in that firefighter calendar, and he saw Eddie as competition to getting that which he wanted. Eddie was his competition. Did he recognize that he was competition because he also looked hot af?
Yep.
So when Tommy catches Bucks interest, once again Buck finds himself in competition against Eddie for the thing he wants, which this time is Tommy’s attention. And because Eddie is his best friend, and he knows Eddie is awesome. In Bucks head, Eddie is worthy competition for Tommy’s attention. It doesn’t matter that Eddie isn’t interested in Tommy the same way Buck is.
If it were Eddie that Buck really wanted, why tf hadn’t he asked Eddie to teach him Muay Thai? They’ve been friends for years. Why had Buck not been interested in the basketball game prior to Tommy’s appearance??
Buck is bi. And it was the hot dish casserole that is Tommy Kinard that made all those little “huh” moments click into “well that’s makes sense” place.
So stop playing at being flat earthers.
#Tommy totally ignited that bi 🔥 in Buck.#like a big ol bonfire WHOOSH#and I don’t blame Buck one bit#911 abc#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911 spoilers#buck x tommy#evan x tommy#bucktommy
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୨୧― leon k. can’t keep my hands to myself
୨୧˚ synopsis: even if it means he turns up to the station late, rookie leon just can’t leave for work without satisfying his needy girl can he..?
୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, p in v, finger-sucking, petnames, some aftercare, nipple-play, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!leon, marking, creampie, softie leon, lmk if i forgot anything!
୨୧˚ wc: 1.8k
leon had only just started his job, and yet almost every day, he is late to work. always turning up at the station in a rush, hair in an absolute state, uniform messy. and who’s to blame? you. his needy girlfriend, who just can’t get enough of him.
and today he was definitely going to be late. as the sun, shining through the curtains, illuminating leon as he got ready to go to the station, he woke up late this morning. he really tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake you from you sleep, wanting you to get some rest. but his shuffling stirred you awake either way, and you didn’t really mind, you enjoyed watching him get ready. but you were enjoying yourself a bit too much. seeing him walk around the apartment shirtless was entertaining, but it also got you wet. he hadn’t noticed you were awake and he was just about to grab his keys but there you were, yawning as you sat up on the bed, pouting at him.
“leonn, don’t go just yet,” you plead. upon hearing your voice calling out to him, he turns around, lets out a low chuckle at your cute face, and walks over to where you sit on the edge of the bed before he cups your cheek, thumb caressing you tenderly. you nuzzle into his hand, and he smiles at your antics.
“baby, you know i don’t want to, but i’ll be late for work again. i got in trouble last time, you know?” he reasons as he raises a brow. but you know he’s not actually mad, and he shows you by leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead as if to make up for having to go to work.
“pleeease, don’t wan’ you to go yet,” you whine as he stands back up. you grab his hand and tug him towards you.
“i’ll be-” you interrupt him as you bring his hand to your mouth and kiss his palm. you start peppering kisses over his fingers before taking one in your mouth, sucking it gently as you gaze up at him. leon’s breath hitches as he takes in the sight, his pants straining while he tries to maintain his composure. he feels really bad. the last thing he wants to do is leave you on your own and go to work; he'd rather stay in with you. you let go of his finger with a pop, shuffling further into the bed as you lean back against the soft pillows. giving him that look that he just can’t deny.
“the bed is colder without you to keep me warm, leon..” he stood still, unsure of what to do, but felt himself harden slightly at your words. surely he could spare a few minutes to satisfy his girl, because he can’t turn up to work with a hard on, could he?
he climbs onto the bed in front of you. he slides his right hand slowly up your thigh to the waistband of your sleep shorts. he smirks as he dips his fingers into your shorts when he feels the wetness over your clothed cunt.
“so wet for me, aren’t ya?” he groans, and you buck up into his hand when he rubs your clit over the cotton of your panties. he smiles at your reaction.
“you’re so beautiful, you know,” he whispers.
“take it off, leon,” you beg, your eyes gazing into his ocean blue ones. your lips parted slightly because of how much you wanted to kiss him right now.
“say please, baby,” he teases when he notices your impatience. he pulls on your panties slightly before letting it snap back gently against your cunt and you whine.
“please leon. wan’ you to stop teasing me,” you cry. he smiles before slipping off your shorts and panties. he pushes himself up a bit to kiss you passionately, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in a little closer. you kiss him back fervently while his rough hands sneak up under your cute top, and he groans softly into your mouth when he feels your nipples harden under his gentle touch. he teases your sensitive nipples, pinching, twisting, and toying with them until you can’t help but mewl into his mouth.
“p-please,” you beg pathetically, arching your back and pushing your chest up into his hands. you wriggle your lower body closer to him, pressing against his clothed dick.
“you’re such a good girl, aren’t ya, always asking so nicely,” he coos before he pushes your top over your tits and leans down to kiss the valley between your breasts. he envelopes your nipple in his hot mouth and coats it in his saliva, kissing it tenderly. he smiles when you let out a soft moan. he sits back up on his knees and pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it to the floor before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. he pulls them down along with his briefs, just under his cock.
you can't help but let out a moan when he finally pulls his dick out, oozing out pre-cum. gosh he wants you just as much as you want him so badly. you reach out your small hand to pump him a few times. he groans softly before replacing your hand with his, sliding it up and down, then guiding himself towards your leaking entrance. he grabs both of your legs and wraps them around his waist. you lock them tightly around him, keeping him as close to you as possible.
“my good girl,” he whispers when his tip presses against your wet slit before sliding in slowly. you moan out and reach for him desperately. he leans down closer and kisses you lovingly. you're moaning as he pushes his length in deeper until he finally bottoms out. the stretch always hurts a bit. you hold your breath unknowingly as you try to relax around him. he notices you tense up and comforts you.
“just breathe, baby,” he whispers comfortingly as his thumb rests on your bottom lip, parting it slightly. he stays like that for a few seconds, kissing and sucking your neck to let you adjust to his size, before you manage to ask him to move. he smiles before he pulls out and pushes in slowly. you gasp at the sudden pleasure, and your hands fly up to grasp onto his broad shoulders tightly as he continues to fuck you in a perfect rhythm. he holds eye contact with you for a few moments before you dip your head into his neck, kissing and marking him up, causing him to moan loudly. you smile at his reaction. you always adore how you can make a strong man like leon crumble for you. you look at the dark mark appearing on his neck, satisfied. but you're snapped out of your trance when a particular thrust hits your sweet spot and you whimper. your warm cunt squeezes around him so perfectly, and he lets a moan slip out, his pace speeding up slightly.
the pleasure continues to build up, and the pain begins to fade away completely. your eyes are shut as you get lost in the ecstasy, giving leon full control to make you feel good. “f-faster!” you whine, and he obliges as always, quickening his pace, thrusting in and out of you, grunting in pleasure. he loves it when you get needy for him like this. knowing that only he can get you all worked up and desperate. he pushes in and out of you, and it just feels so good that he simply can’t hold back his low whimpers and moans. but you love it so much. love the sounds you can pull from him in these intimate moments, and it’s just the same for him too. he loves the little noises you make. those whimpers and little gasps. he could get off on them alone. (oh he has before...)
leon pounds into your cunt, whispering dirty words in your ear that he knows you love, and you look him right in the eyes. your fingers tug and tangle in his blonde hair. he can tell you’re close by how high-pitched your moans are, and his fingers move down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it gently in circular motions. you mewl softly as the pleasure begins to get overwhelming and your fingers slide up to your chest toy with your nipples, adding more stimulation, and you begin to feel your orgasm approaching. he nearly cums at the sight of you making yourself feel good like that, but he does his best to hold back, wanting you to finish first as always.
you feel the pleasure taking over you, and with a moan of his name, your climax washes over you, your legs closing around him tight, pulling him flush against your chest, and he leans down to kiss you hard. your arms drape over his neck. his orgasm approaches, and he lets out a loud, broken moan. his thrusts are losing rhythm as you feel his warm cum fill you up. he smiles down at you and presses his lips against yours softly.
you’re practically panting as he sits back up, kissing your knees before he’s pulling out of you slowly, and you whine at the loss of his warmth. he smiles at that before he gets up to retrieve a cloth from the bathroom before coming back to wipe you down. he always takes such good care of you; even when he's late for work, he never fails to make sure you're okay. sliding your panties back on and patting your cunt gently, he notices your pout.
“come on, princess, let me see that smile,” he says. you don't give in and continue to pout at him. in an attempt to make you smile, he starts to tickle your side, and you squirm in the bed, giggling wildly and smacking his hands away. he grins triumphantly. he chuckles, “i gotta get to work now." he gets off the bed and grabs his shirt that he tossed to the floor earlier and slips it back on over his head, pulling it down and covering up his toned abs that you desperately yearn to get a glimpse of again. he picks up his car keys from the bedside table that's beside you and leans down to press a quick kiss on your forehead.
"i promise i will take care of you tonight, angel," he says as he turns to face you from the door. you smile as you take in his messy yet handsome appearance just as he was leaving, his hair disheveled, his flyer unzipped, and a dark hickey blooming on his neck that he had yet to notice. oh dear, he was definitely getting into trouble at the station today...
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Better Than One
pairing: leon kennedy x fem!puppy-hybrid!reader x ada wong
summary: leon and ada take care of their needy puppy as your heat approaches
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, oral sex (fem receiving), vibrator use, masturbation, daddy kink, mommy kink, threesome
word count: 2.4k
a/n: yippeee trying something a little different for me! hope you guys like. as always, i appreciate all the comments and reblogs <3
Any other time, the front door swinging open would’ve set you off into a happy prance to greet whoever it was coming home. Your ears would be perked up, tail swishing back and forth so fast it becomes a blur. You’d wrap either Leon or Ada in a tight embrace, nuzzling them and inhaling a deep breath of their scent you’d been missing for however long they’d been gone.
That would happen any other time, but not right now. Not when you're spread out in Leon’s lap with his hand holding a vibrator to your clit.
When the front door opens right now, you barely register it. Your droopy eyes don’t catch the motion, and your own whines and whimpers combined with the buzz of the toy make it hard for you to hear the familiar creak. You only become aware it’s happened when you see Ada standing a couple feet from the couch, staring down at you with a knowing look on her face. You want to say something, to acknowledge her at the very least, but all words get tangled up in the back of your mouth. They melt down into more needy moans.
“Starting the fun without me?” she asks. Despite looking at you, you know she’s speaking to Leon.
“It wasn’t really a choice. You should’ve seen her. She was practically humping my leg before I let her have this,” he says.
“I bet. It’s because you spoil her. She knows you’ll give in,” she says as she approaches the couch.
Leaning over you, she catches his lips in a quick kiss. She then turns her focus for you and guides your face to look up at her.
“You’re so cute though. I can’t say I blame him,” she says and gives you a kiss too.
You eagerly reciprocate the affection. Your eyes remain fixed on her after she pulls away and sits at the other end of the couch. Her gaze meets yours, sending a wave of pleasure straight to your center. Your eyes flutter shut again as your hips begin bucking harder against the toy and your head tilts back against Leon’s chest.
He chuckles and gives you a kiss of his own. “That’s a good girl, baby. Show mommy how bad you needed your toy,” he coos.
His free hand moves up on your body to fondle one of your tits. You arch into his palm while you can feel her eyes sweeping over your form from her seat opposite you.
“Has she cum already?” Ada asks.
“Oh yeah,” Leon answers as if it’s obvious, “How many times, pup?”
“Twice, daddy,” you whimper, your nails digging into the flesh of his forearm that was wrapped around you.
He rewards your correct answer by swiveling the toy over your clit in a mini figure eight. You cry out, and your legs begin trembling. Your ears pin to your head as more mewls erupt from you. He smiles down at you and continues to drag the toy over your pussy, teasingly prodding it at your entrance before taking it back up to your sensitive bundle of nerves.
Across from you, she has slipped off her boots and brought one of her feet onto the couch cushion. Her legs spread, revealing the black panties she wore under her dress. You lock onto the sight, mouth already watering in anticipation. Two of her fingers slide down between her thighs and stroke over the fabric. She relaxes against the arm rest supporting her back and presses down a bit harder as she continues to watch Leon play with you.
“Daddy…” you whimper for the man behind you. Everything going on was piling up right now.
“What is it, puppy? You gonna cum for daddy again? Gonna gush all over my pants again. You’re already dripping so much, sweetheart,” he says softly while he continues to work the vibrator on you.
“I know,” you whine, “Can’t help it, daddy. Need it.”
“You need it?” Ada teases. Her voice has a breathy quality now as she plays with her own pussy over the black lace between her legs. “You really are getting to be spoiled.”
“I’m sorry,” you whimper, lip jutting out into a pout.
“Go easy on her. I think her heat is coming. She hasn’t even been complaining about it being too much,” Leon tells her with a smirk.
“Is that right?” she continues, “Maybe you really do need it then. You’re gonna need it next week for sure. Daddy’s gonna have to take extra special care of you, won’t he?”
You nod wildly, your hips moving back and forth on his lap like they have a mind of their own. You can feel the bulge that’s formed in his pants. Your ass pushes up against it with every rock.
“Maybe mommy will help you out too. I’ll pull out that extra special toy you only get when you’ve been really good,” she teases.
You again nod almost as fast as your tail can wag. Both of them caring for you at once, pressed up against you, filling you to the brim sounded like heaven. The image alone is enough to carry you to the edge and rip a shriek from your throat.
“Good girl,” he croons, “You cum again, princess. Cum for daddy and show mommy what she missed earlier.”
With his permission, you let loose. You gasp for air through ragged inhales. Your back arches and jerks with the weight of the euphoria crashing over you. The pleasure only intensifies when you hear a soft moan come from Ada as she watches you let go. Your eyes screw shut, and you rely completely on Leon to keep you from toppling off his lap to the floor.
Once you’ve been through the high and are on the way down, he clicks off the vibrator. He plants a wet kiss on your cheek and scratches the base of your ears gently. You curl into the love and squish your cheek against his muscular chest.
He smiles down at how sweet you are. His hand rubs up and down your back. “You love daddy’s lap. I think it might be your favorite place,” he whispers.
You nod again, this time the motion coming out slurred and lazy.
“That’s right. That’s cause it’s where good girls like you belong. Daddy always wants his precious little puppy close,” he says, “But I think mommy could use some attention too, yeah?”
You perk up at that, remembering that the other person in the room did in fact need your affection. Climbing off his lap and making your way to the other end of the sofa, you smile at Ada on the way there.
“There’s my girl,” she coos.
Her hand leaves her cunt as her arms open to welcome you. You collide with her and cuddle up to her. Nuzzling her breasts, you loop your arms around her waist.
“I missed you today,” you mumble.
“That’s good because I missed you too. You look like you had fun playing with daddy though,” she says and kisses your nose.
“Mhm, but I still missed you,” you say.
She smiles down at your loving nature and strokes along your jawline. “I think I know a fix for that problem,” she says.
You beam up at her in affirmation, having the same solution in mind. The solution you’d had in mind since she first flashed the seductive garment covering her pussy. You’re beginning to slide South when Leon grabs your ankles and tugs you towards him, speeding up your trip.
“Daddy!” you whine and throw a look over your shoulder.
He chuckles at your small cry of protest. He had undressed himself during the moment between you and Ada. His muscular abdomen was on full display for the both of you with his hard cock hanging between his legs. He steps closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and giving them a firm squeeze.
“Shhh, I think daddy deserves a treat too for playing with you, yeah?” he asks.
“I guess,” you huff. Of course, you would never actually turn down a chance to have Leon’s cock inside you, but you also liked playing annoyed sometimes.
You nuzzle into the junction of Ada’s thighs. Your nose swipes over her center, taking in the heady scent that had heat flowing through you. You kiss and lick at the fabric before pushing it aside. One of your arms secures itself around her leg while the other keeps the black cloth from getting in your way. You dive right into your task, lapping at her slick like it’d been years since you tasted it last.
“Such an eager baby. We never really trained patience into you, did we?” she sighs as her head falls back.
You don’t respond, too enthralled with her folds to register her words. You whimper against her skin. The taste alone is enough to have you squirming, but combine that with her hand smoothing over your head and her soft moans of “that’s it, puppy” and “so good for your mommy” and your own thighs were shifting against one another in search of even more relief than you’d been provided today.
Lucky for you, that wouldn’t be an issue for long. Leon shifts you up, pushing your face deeper into Ada’s cunt in the process. He elevates your hips to where he can access your own pussy. You’re already in the middle of the act, so he doesn’t see the need to tease you. Plus he was already so worked up from the multiple releases he’d watched you go through on his lap.
He slides right in with no resistance thanks to how soaked you were. He groans and sinks all the way in. You let out a satisfied moan but remain focused on Ada. You suck on her clit and flick your tongue on the bud before going back down and licking at her hole with sloppy strokes of your tongue.
He lightly smacks your ass from behind, drawing one more whine from you as he then begins to thrust. Your chin is coated in Ada’s arousal by this point, but that only spurs you on in your fervor.
Her noises gain volume, joining in the chorus of moans coming from you and him. Your noises are slightly muffled since you're buried in her cunt, but his skin slapping against yours with each movement makes up for that lost volume.
“Messy little puppy,” Ada whimpers as she watches you devour her, “Can’t get enough, can you?”
You shake your head as your head bobs up and down, pleasuring each inch of her. He picks up speed behind you, starting to slam into you at a faster pace. You bounce back and reciprocate the thrusts.
“Fuck, look at her go, babe,” he grunts to Ada, “So desperate for daddy’s cock.”
“That’s right,” she breathes, looking up into his eyes, “None of her toys could replace the real thing. She’s always gonna need that the most.”
“Is that true, pup?” he asks you with another slap to your ass. His eyes stay engaged with Ada’s for a moment longer, both sets glossy with lust and consumed with the pleasure you provided.
“Yeah, daddy. Nothing else feels the same,” you pant before pushing your face back against her pussy. Your nose bumps against her clit from the rocking motion of the man behind you.
“Sweetest little puppy in the whole world,” he groans and tilts his head back. He almost loses it when he sees how fast your tail is wagging as he drills into you. “Taking it perfectly, baby. You earned every inch.”
You moan at the praise and lap at her with increased dedication. Your whimpers get stronger and they can both hear it. Ada’s beginning to shake violently as you had when you were on Leon’s lap at the mercy of the vibrator. Her thighs fight the urge to clamp around your head before finally giving in when she reaches the edge.
“Fuck baby that’s it. Make mommy cum,” she moans.
You lick stripes against her pussy with precision, doing it just the way you’d learned she liked. From her noises, you know she’s reaching the boiling point.
“Make mommy cum, and daddy’ll give you a treat, pup. Your favorite treat,” he says.
Your tail starts wagging so fast he thinks it’s gonna fly off at any moment. He also feels you tighten up around him, bringing that special treat even closer to reality. Your fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs while keeping the panties as far out of the way as physically possible at the same time.
It’s no time before she seizes up above you and gushes all over your face. You take in every drop you can, not letting up at all as she rides it out. She grips the couch cushion and your head, pulling you impossibly closer. Leon watches the beautiful sight in front of him. Seeing it only serves to drive him to his own edge. He slams into you a few more times. Then he unloads and sprays your favorite treat deep inside you. He fucks it into you, making sure you get it all as he moans and locks his hands on your hips.
You have your own release too. It’s muted compared to the last three, but still enough to have your body rolling and your moans loud enough to be heard from within the confines of Ada’s thighs.
She’s the first to come back to reality. Leon’s pulled out of you and laying back against the cushion while you’ve collapsed where you were. She lifts your head and swings her legs around to sit normally. She places your head back down on her lap and soothingly strokes your head.
“Good girl. You did perfect. We couldn’t ask for more,” she coos.
“Thank you,” you murmur while pressing your face against her legs.
Leon isn’t long after her to rejoin the land of the lucid. He sits up with a few deep breaths and scoops up your lower body to flip you over and hold your legs in his lap. He rubs your belly and watches over you as you sit in the afterglow of all that ecstasy.
“You worked so hard, pup,” he says softly, “We’re so proud of you.”
They both relax and catch their breaths while showering you with gentle touches and kind words. You couldn’t be happier. While you were all tuckered out for today, you couldn’t help your thoughts from drifting to the next time you could play all together again. You float off into a nap as you rest in the loving cocoon of their affection.
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insatiable
— leon and you begin a relationship and find yourselves infatuated with each other, a blurb
contains nsfw content, 18+, MDNI
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ever since you and leon admitted your feelings for each other, things had been different for you.
certain things had changed.
you found yourself more insatiable then normal, so did he. it definitely wasn’t just you, you both found yourselves barely leaving the bedroom in the honeymoon stage of your relationship.
it was like you both were hungry for each other, hungry for each others bodies like oxygen. it wasn’t normal but the affect you had on each other, it wasn’t just normal either.
like now, in the dregs of post-sex bliss, you both were laying in his bed in his apartment. your t-shirt was his and found a home on your body, laying with him in his rumpled blue sheets of his king sized bed.
limbs entangled and smalls snores leaving you both. you knew that in the waking of the night, you’d both find each other again. with your hands, your mouths and your bodies.
neither of you could help it, you were both addicted to each other now like junkies needing a fix. you wanted to blame him but you couldn’t, he was handsome. you were only human after all.
so when you both wake up in the morning, act like a normal couple for a bit, then it’s back to him ravaging you in bed. you didn’t even care either how he degraded you in the midst of all of it. you knew his respect for you ran deep, that much was aware.
but in these moments, like now, when your sat on his cock and he’s fucking into you…all of the respect is gone and only love and lust remain.
“pretty little pussy is squeezing me baby, christ.” he groans out, his hands are on your hips and he’s fucking himself up into you while you just sit on his lap and take it. “uhh…” is all you can respond, your fucked out this point and he’s practically splitting you in two.
your thoughts are only of him and his cock pounding up into you as your thighs hug his lap. you bury your head into his shoulder and whine. “poor little baby, can’t handle all this cock.” he manages to get out in between groans.
the only sounds in the room are your conjoined heavy breathing and his thighs slapping up against your ass, his hands burning brands into your hips to keep you in place while he uses you like a cock sleeve.
you moan in response and flutter around his dick on instinct, squeezing him a little. “oh? you like that, you like taking my big cock, baby?” he teases in your ear, one of his large hands coming down to squeeze your ass. his hips buck a little faster into you and start hitting that spot over and over.
“yes, like…your cock…” your words make no sense as you practically drool on his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life as he keeps fucking up into you. “i know you do, your a little slut for my cock…” he groans as he fists one hand on your ass and the other on your hip.
you whine loudly and your pussy flutters around him again at the degradation, letting it go straight to your core. he knows that your falling apart because of him, he knows he’s the only one that’s ever made you feel this hungry.
he’s trying to not let it go to his head, or his cock.
but he can’t help it, he’s bouncing you like your a fuck toy on his lap and your eating every bit of it up. “oh shit, fuck…baby…” he’s groaning and he smacks your ass cheek, squeezing the reddened flesh beneath his hands.
you squeeze around him again, your eyes practically pooling with tears as he abuses your sore pussy with his cock. you don’t even care anymore, too high on bliss and the feeling of euphoria that only him pleasuring you can do.
“made to take cock, made to be a good little cock slut.” he mumbles into your neck with another smack to your ass as he keeps thrusting his hips up into you over and over. you just whine and nod against his shoulder in response, your pussy tightening around him again.
he slips his hand around to the tight little ring of muscle, causing you to whine as he circles your asshole with his thumb. “maybe i’ll plug both your holes, keep you full and needy for me.” he hums through a groan. your body practically vibrating at the insinuation.
“please…” you whimper into his shoulder pathetically, his hand on your ass lightly smacking it again and his thrusts going deep and slower now. edging and teasing you in the way that makes your skin feel like it’s on fire.
“oh? really? you’d like that?” you can practically hear the smirk through his strained words in your ear, his deep and rough timbre vibrating through you like your nearing orgasm.
you moan and nod into his shoulder in response. he clicks his tongue, “whatever baby wants, baby gets.” he brings his thumb up to his mouth, licking on it and sucking it and spitting on it a little before he brings it back down to your asshole.
you almost scream in pleasure when he inserts his thumb into your ass, double penetrating you on his cock and thumb. you feel like you could die happily right there, filled with all of him.
you don’t even care how fucked out you must look, not when it feels so good to have him filling you up in both holes. “such a needy little slut, always needing my cock and fingers.” he mumbles into your ear with a small nip to your earlobe.
the hand on your hip is keeping you steady again as he starts thrusting into you faster, your arousal combined with his is lewd, echoing throughout his bedroom.
“gonna cum…” you manage to moan in between his rapid thrusts up into you, making you whimper and almost scream. you felt drool leak out of your lips and your eyes roll back a little. he thrusts his thumb deeper into your ass at the same time as he thrusts deep inside of you.
he hits that spot that almost makes you see stars, “good girl, such a good little slut…cum for me baby.” he rambles as he feels himself get closer. that band inside the both of you about to snap at each other’s movements.
all it takes is a couple more thrusts of his hips up into you for you to fall apart, clenching on his thumb and his cock as you moan loudly. he groans as he feels you come and he continues fucking you through it, driving your shaking body into overstimulation.
“too much…” you whine as you grip at his shoulders, your eyes squeezing shut. he keeps moving his hips up into you, chasing his own orgasm. “it’s okay, baby, i’m close. you can take it.” he presses a sloppy kiss to your ear.
you tremble and shake as he keeps thrusting up into you, you feel his muscle tense and then warmth floods your lower belly. your head resting on his shoulder and his thumb leaving your ass. he presses kisses on the side of your temple and down to your ear.
“good girl…good girl.” he murmurs into your hair, rubbing a hand along your bare spine in smoothing caresses. his cock still twitching a little inside of you. your body slumping into his on exhaustion from your previous love making.
you sigh in content, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck while he rubs on your spine. giving you love and aftercare even though you were still full of him, full of his come now.
you felt so full of his love and you hoped the honeymoon phase never ended, not once. you wished, selfishly that you could stay like this forever and be with him like this every moment of every day. even though you both knew better then that.
but the insatiable act of you two being together was one of the many reasons why you loved him so much. it was all of it, him and the way he treated you. he loved you for who you are, and you did him.
so even if you both fucked like rabbits, it was only proof that you two trusted each other enough to go to those places with each other.
because you both were truly insatiable for each other.
and that was enough for the both of you because you would never get enough of each other.
an: thank you guys for 800 followers, again, holy shit balls. i love you guys so much and i say that every time but i truly mean it. you guys are amazing, so thankful for all of you. i hope you guys liked this, it’s pure filth and the idea has been contaminating my brain since i thought of it. pls reblog, like and interact. love you guys, kisses. xx.
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ARMINEEEE pt.2
pt.1 of church boy! armin
his dick practically leaked between the soft pillows of your thighs. the fluffy, burgundy comforter disappeared under the tight clasp of his fingers. it felt like you’ve been milking him for hours ‘n hours but it’s only been ten minutes and he’s came…. one, tw-, three times! “y/nnn, i’m gunnu cum, ughh godddu… again —“ the poor things overstimulated himself to the point where he can’t stop, he doesn’t want to. and you’re not doing much, but the casual stroking and warmth of your body has him hooked in between your thighs. it’s comforting, exponentially better than anything he’s experienced.
when you told him he could touch you however he liked: the first thing he reached for were your cocoa scented thighs and how they rose ‘n fell with each curious imprint he placed upon them. they fluffed and molded under his hands like a pillow. hands down the softest things he’d ever felt. he groped you so eagerly, jaw wide and eyes quivering in awe of how you felt. “their not going anywhere, i promise.” intentions for him to relax only continued his exploration like he was starved. “so you really are a goody two shoes? i figured.”
“no-no, i-i’ve done this kinda thing b-before.” he blushes; bound by his own lies you giggle and he feels his face grow hotter, embarrasment like this hasn’t coursed through his bones since the day his parents took his door “you’re lying to me? that’s no good armin, remember?” your fingers caress his face; he’s hot to the touch. “i-i have!” he’s beyond flustered at this point. he grabs onto your wrist and flashes those pretty, pleading, wet eyes, begging for you to stop teasing him so much. with each passing second they grew wetter just like his… yeah. “you just wasting your time at church huh?”
“so as i was saying…you haven’t there’s no need to lie to me, besides—” you straddle his lap, and he sinks further into the bed, his eyes widen in shock. “you’re getting this excited, wanna put it in me that bad? you wanna fill me up this bad thinkin’ about it?” armin swallows back a moan and bites down hard on his lips; flush from sheer force. you feel his thighs tremble and his grip on your skirt tighten, “why are you getting all wet, min?” your brown eyes flutter one too many times, and his heart sinks into his chest. all the breath in his lungs fans out between his lips. is he being ostracized he can’t tell, but when you glance down at him with that look… as you’re dragging your hips harder along the prominent tent in his pants, you’re making him moan so much louder, “didn’t mean to, i didn’t.” he whines and bucks up into you. this long into the night and he’s writhing,, sniffling uncontrollably and babbling on about how good you’re making him feel. “but i didn’t say you could cum, you have to control yourself armin.”
ouch:( it felt like you were upset with him-well, that came a little too late… and he came bit too early. those super ugly khakis that he wore every wednesday for bible study grew warm and wet right under where you sat. soothing, unpleasant, but more of the former, considering its spread. hot, scorching your skin, blue like the hottest flame—spreading in your stomach. you can’t blame him, you’ve been searching for something like this for a while. “didn’t your mama tell you good boys don’t make messes?” bite. this far into the night your skirts bunched up around your waist, and armin’s losing his mind. he’s tried so hard to apologize for enjoying all this — you letting him do everything he pleases. the same excuse tumbles between his lips, in that sime high pitched whiny voice while a deeper flare of red painted his skin. curiosity settles in your stomach, to think he’s acting like this — and it’s not even sex.
“i’ve….oh’y god - never felt anything like…this — like you—” you can hear the nervousness in his voice, see it in his face. avoiding, your gaze, his eyes shift back and fourth, uncertain of where he can look that won’t expose his innocence. that won’t expose how abundant his joy is. the delicacy in his voice, the slight tremble and strain in it. can’t you tell he’s working so hard to keep it in? but when you grind down so hard on his hips. bend forward to bite down on his lips, and lick them to lighten the sting, he’s cracking bit by bit. he can physically feel every part of his body throbbing and how his lust for you overflows. while your thighs envelop his length, working so hard to squeeze out every drip of cum. his chest falls and that high piles up on him, higher and higher, till it comes crashing down and he’s pumping out another sticky load.
“what are you blaming me for, you’re the one whose fuckin my thighs outta control like a pup.” his moves are sloppy, out of time, uncontrollable. “‘s too much.” bubbles out. his eyes roll to the back of his head, his fingers clamp down onto your thighs. “you don’t wanna keep using me ‘til you’re satisfied?” the hint of sadness embedded into your question deepens his feralness. it hurts so much to keep going; to keep getting consumed by your offers of induction. the ‘keep goings’ and ‘don’t stop, i want you to make yourself feel so good baby’.
“you’ve been hidin’ this big ole thing from me ‘cause of your dumb parents. you’re so mean armin.” words mean everything to this boy. there’s power in every syllable you cast from your mouth. they tug on his resolve, gratifying every action he’s taking. cursing his subordination, his inability to have something like this all the time. his parents fought so hard to “protect” him from all this corruption because, “that girl will land you in trouble, can’t you see we’re trying to do what’s best for you? as your parents? it’s like you don’t care about how you’ll end up, how that reflects on us…”
your words sound better, they don’t sound like you’re degrading him to make yourself feel better. affirmations encouraging all those uncertainties his parents made sure he’d be too inept to act upon. outlining all of his priorities: all the things he could and couldn’t do. truthfully he was tired of it, so letting you have your way with him; in his parents word “corrupting” him felt liberating. this newfound freedom, that his parents warned would leave a stain, felt otherworldly.
“minnn, i want you to put it inside me.” you lift up your legs by the underside of your knees. taken aback, he groans as you fall back onto the bed, thighs spread; your cream white panties were eaten up up by your pussy lips. you pull them to the side, innocently inviting him in. smearing all your mess over your pussy lips then spreading them to reveal your puffy clit. “if you put it inside it’ll feel good.” and he takes the bait. he crawls forward, and his cock twitches. outstretched, nervous; one hand takes place on your knees and the others follows in spreading the pretty girl’s legs who lay in his parents bed with arousal leaking between her ass cheeks. “wanna let you feel something better.”
"i'll teach you how to use it, but it can only be mine, k? he looks so cute and your hearts skipping beats, it's getting so loud that you can barely hear. but as he gets closer to you and begins to line it up, asking questions to make sure what he's doing is okay you hear something. "wait!" your stomach drops and your legs do the same, armin fusses so you plave your fingers against his lips. "there it is." it's faint but you can make out that sound, the eerie beeping of a key pad. the distant notification rings through the house, chime! — disarmed, ready to arm— muffled voices, keys, shoes removed, voices growing louder, creaky floor boards. "you're fucking parents."
the two of you jump up. "fuck, fuck, fuck. armin! you said they weren't coming back til tomorrow! why are they here?" the bed was a fucking mess and armin was frozen while you collected yourself. "i-i don't know." tears stream down his cheeks and he starts to panic, the realization kicks in and he's sobbing. the only thing running through his mind is punishment if his parents catch him, when they catch him and you. the girl, the only girl they've warned him about, together in their room. "they're gonna kill me and i'm never gonna see you again and they're gonna ship me away —you're gonna forget about me an-"
"armin, if you don't stop all that bull shit and listen to me." as you readjust your skirt, you instruct him on what to do in this situation. it hasn't been your first, but you're to old to be worrying about getting caught fucking by old hags "got it?" he's already started pulling the sheets off the bed, you duck into his room tossing things everywhere; pulling drawers open and scattering papers on the floor. he runs the sheets to the laundry and tosses the comforter in first as it was the scene of his crime. the sheets could wait. you dig through some of his drawers, adding to the mess; looking for nothing causing a distraction for him. you pop his window open, the alarm chimes and that tells him he needs to be in his room. it gives you time to hop out while his parents find there way to the back if the house yelling his name, but he'll get there first in enough time to...
"armin robert arlert, you better have good reason for opening your window this late at night, so help me god, before i bolt tha-" his mom's eyes twitch. the back of the house is a complete mess, and armin's jamming to the music filtered through his earbuds as he cleans your mess; the cool breeze of the night sweeping through his room. he's stripped to clean boxers and a white tank top. "what is this?" she wails, hysterical and bitchy as always. "just cleaning, my rooms a mess, ma."
"well fix it. quickly. and my sheets, i didn't tell you to take them off. but thank you." she huffs the last part out, turning on her heel stomping down the hall back to his father.
holy shit. under his breath a sigh that releases all the fear accumulated within the last 5 minutes. we pulled it off. it's hard to hear him, but the earbuds pick up enough his voice for you to decipher the static.
"i told you we would… robert."
"you're a fucking genius, but don't ever call me that again."
"you've got a filfthy mouth, maybe i should've let your momma see how her beloved robert gets down." he smacks his lips and yells a good night, embarrassed again. "who are you talking to?"
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No Sleep
“Buckkkk…” You try to shake him off but he wouldn’t quit. “Bucky, I’m tired. Try later.”
“Sleep.” Bucky groaned.
“Take your hands off then!”
“My hands are off.”
“Then why- OH MY GOD!”
You leap out of the bed to switch the lights on. “Get out! Get outtttt!” You cry while jumping with all your might.
Bucky gets out of the bed CALMLY to stand in-front of you, with his hands on his hips, “I’m confused.”
You shriek as you feel something crawling all over you, “There’s something on the bed.”
He looks back and turns to you, “I see nothing.”
“That’s because you didn’t look dumbass.”
He sighs and rummages through the bed.
“Shake the blanket properly. God, I can still feel it crawl all over me.”
“Are you sure that you felt it doll? Maybe-“
“Are you victim blaming?”
He flops down on the bed, “Who’s the victim here?”
“Me! Unknown creature crawling all over me. Who else?”
Bucky points to himself, “Or me, who is awake because his wife supposedly felt something crawling all over her.”
“I’m getting a divorce you liar. You promised to protect me.”
“From real things.”
You groan, “Whatever. What’s the use being married to an avenger if I still have to deal with insects?”
“I bring more to the table,” Bucky pouts.
“Sarcasm won’t find whatever that was.”
Bucky picks your pillow to search, “Nothing.” He picks his pillow, “Surprise, nothing.” He removes all the pillows and blanket away, “Nothing!”
“Bucky, I know I felt something. Plea- FUCK FUCKKKKKK,” You exit the room in full speed. Away from the humungous spider crawling on your bed frame and your husband cursed under his breath.
You leaned on the couch, wrapping your hands around yourself, stopping yourself from thinking about the spider crawling all over you, while you slept cluelessly.
“Doll,” Bucky slowly appears out of the room.
“Is it gone?”
“Yeah. Spider is officially free.”
“You promise?“
“I promise. I flipped the bed around to be sure.”
“Okay. I’m sorry, I promise I’ll work on it.”
Bucky laughs, “Can I hold you?”
“Mhm,”
He walks towards you, pulls his hands out of his pocket and wraps himself around you. You felt yourself slightly slump on him and breathe all of him in. One of his hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer and the other gently stroking the nape of your neck.
“I’m sorry for screaming.” You breathed out.
He pressed a kiss between your brows, “I’m sorry for not believing you.”
“Water under the bridge.”
“Hmm, don’t bother working on it.”
You move back to look up at him, “Really?”
He laughs, “Yeah, I like being there for you. You’re always so independent, which I love and respect, but at times I like being needed.”
“I need you more than just to get rid of insects.”
“Yeah. What I’m trying to say is,” He kissed your nose, “don’t change yourself for me and I would happily spend any night getting rid of spiders or anything else that crawls on you.”
“Who’s going to get rid of you?”
“Funny. Let’s go back.”
“I need a shower.”
Bucky sighs, “Fine, I’ll make the bed.”
You kiss him and quickly run into the washroom to scrub every bit of your body.
*1 hour later*
Kill me, Kill me right NOWWWW!
You turn to stare down at the damn digital clock. Every time you tried to close your eyes, you would want to itch. You looked back at Bucky. He had his arm around you and half of his face covered by the pillow. You moved his arm as gently as you could. You grabbed a blanket and pranced into the living room.
You got yourself comfortable on the floor, holding onto your blanket as you blankly looked out to the city lights.
“OW!”
“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah. What are you doing sneaking up on me and stepping on my hair?”
He lifts your head to place the pillow and lays next to you.
“Buck, go back and sleep. I’m great here.”
He pulls the blanket to your neck, “Would you go back to bed if I asked you?”
You sighed and pulled yourself closer to him.
“I love you, doll.”
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I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask anything here, but I wanted to know something. How is it like being a director of an animation? What’s your ideology when it comes to directing?
Messages anytime all the time
caffeinecaffeinecaffeine
body exhausted, enforces its own breaks
hard to go out, ever
STRESSSSS
MAAATHHH
wheredidmybraingo?
*smashed body part* thatll heal up finnnne. i dont have time for doctor!
ohgoddontfuckitup dontbeTHATguy ohfuckohshit
i love my partner i cant believe he puts up with this
hug every pet. theyre my emotional sponges.
manic creative spurts followed by sheepish anxiety.
PaPERWORK
hurry up and wait, times a thousand.
hope you like data sheets!
delegateDAMMIT
And thats when it's running smoothly!
otherwise my approach is to try and reflect the best examples of leadership and guidance IRL ive experienced. Mostly, from quality college professors Ive known. Tom Sito in particular exemplified a lot of what i strive to be. He was also formerly guild president and i think teaching your crew to view themselves as a collective that supports each other is vital to ensuring not just that they work together well, but also should anyone try to take advantage of them, they'll curbstomp them. I want them to be capable even in my absence, beyond the project, and able to run their own projects competently in the future.
i should be the one who guides and educates people into giving what's needed for the shot. Pain and blood are unwanted elements in that recipe. Theyre distractions and energysappers, red flags of a problem not a badge of honor.
Ideally, i barely have to do more than gently steer the work. And if ive communicated what im looking for effectively, theyre all plenty good at doing the work without me hovering over them.
if the work needs more guidance than that, then i roll up my sleeves and dive in as well. And figure out what the problem was, log it, and let that educate everyone else too (good documentation is essential).
i try to exhaust every option i have before blaming the person working on it for all the issues. Sometimes that is the problem, but even then i need to approach it neutrally and ask what human solution is required then. Do they need a break? was this not the right shot for them? is their way of processing the communication different than i expected? is there a translation problem?
in which case give people space to figure out some of that without judgement. Sometimes that means leaving for a bit, or permanently. But dont chase them. Just let them have their own life.
The only things i cant abide by are lack of communication that results in putting stress on the rest of the team. Consistent lying about availability and ball dropping despite constant outreach means someone has to pick up the slack without enough time or energy stocked up to take on the extra work. Anything that ends up exacerbating stress makes me upset.
But even then, it's still my job to spot the signs of this and make necessary adjustments before it becomes a problem. Including identifying where I made a miscalculation in hiring.
The buck always ALWAYS stops with me. I have the power to adjust the system to make it better, which means i gotta have a good grasp on that system.
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thinking about toji sneaking into your dorm room in campus and being so mean and rough making it game too see how long you can stay quite ❤️
SORRY FOR THE SUPE LATE REPLY BTW
HE WOULD BE SO MEAN ABOUT IT; blame you for not keeping quiet while he's pounding you smh.
You even live with a roommate in your dorm, though she’s quick to leave once she sees Toji strolling in. You don’t even know how he manages to sneak in here all the time; it's like no one can see him at all. It was another study night for you, and this time you were alone. Your roommate opted to study at her friend’s place, leaving you lonesome in the dorm. Biting at the end of your pen as your brain tries to make sense of your lecture notes in front of you, you heard the door opening but passed it off as your roommate coming back for something.
The footsteps were a lot heavier than those of your roommates, but your brain was completely fried at this point. Not until those footsteps stopped right behind you and a pair of strong arms started to wrap themselves around your waist. “Hey, doll~” Your boyfriend’s voice purrs directly into your ear, causing you to squeak in shock. He easily pulls off the chair and drags you to your flimsy dorm bed. Your meek protests are quickly quieted by Toji’s lips on you, his tongue pushing its way down your throat as his hands swiftly get rid of your clothes. His mouth latching on to your neck as you try to struggle to keep your shorts on.
“No panties? Naughty minx, were you expecting me or something?”
You felt Toji smirks against your neck as your shorts were unceremoniously thrown on the ground, leaving your ass bare, his hands groping under your tank top, grabbing at your chest and twisting your hardened nubs. You squirmed and mewled under his grasp, your breath coming out in short bursts as Toji started biting down and sucking on your nape. His long fingers coating themselves in your slick as he rubs them up and down on your pussy. Teasing your clit with tight little circles, your hips bucking up in pleasure.
“To-Toji! I have-nghh-to studyyyyy.”
You whined out, though you still leaned your head back, allowing Toji more access to your neck, you even spread your legs wider at the end of your whining. Toji replied by sticking his fingers down on your tongue and nipping at your ear lobe. “Then, I’ll just be quick about it, don’t worry your pretty little head, doll.” Toji shimmy back on the bed, causing it to creak under both his weight. He pulls you back against his chest, palming at your thighs and squeezing a bit with one hand as he pulls down his sweats with the other. As usual Toji came wearing no boxers or briefs this time as well, having his fat cock spring out, rubbing it against your ass. His hand back to spreading your pussy open, callous fingers rubbing in between your folds. “You’re so wet, doll. Waiting for me this whole time, weren’t you?” Toji coos at you, pinning your legs together and lifting you up back against his chest, as he angles his cock forward and places it right under your leaking cunt.
His thick tip prodding itself at your entrance, smearing it with your cream. His arms locked under your knees as he slowly lowers you straight down on his throbbing cock, sinking and stretching you out little by little. Toji lets out a hiss, “Fuck, still as tight as when I first fucked you.” You whimpered, feeling every inch and veins of Toji inside your walls. It takes a few moments until Toji fully settles himself inside of you, he lets out a loud groan and you scold him. “Tojiiii, do-don’t be so loud, the other students are gonna complain-hahhh-complain again.”
Toji clicks his tongue at you, “I’m not the one that got us in trouble last time, doll. I recalled the complaints being about you.” He bucks his hips into you effectively stopping you from making another retort. Your knees knock together as your legs dangle helplessly from Toji’s hold, your back squishes right up to his chest as Toji starts to bounce up and down on his lap. His cock spears you right in your cervix with each thrust. He was practically using you as a fleshtoy, knees pinned to your chest, your ass bouncing off Toji’s thighs, your cunt making lewd noises mixing in with your moans and mewls.
“See? Now who’s being loud, huh?” Toji taunts you, freeing one hand to squish your cheeks together as drool starts pooling down from the side of your lips. Already fucked dumb from a few thrusts, your hands clawed at Toji’s bicep as you try to ground yourself back to reality. This just causes Toji to go faster though, your pussy squelching louder and louder with each plunge down.
“Ah-hah-hahhh! Toji, Toji, Tojiiiii!”
“Aw, Doll. If you keep screaming like that they’ll complain again~” Toji chuckles, not letting up at all, even reaching down to pinch at your clit. You scream out his name, clenching on his cock. Toji purrs, enjoying the feeling, slapping at your clit a few times until your legs was spasming over in his hold. You came hard with a scream to match, tears began to stream down your face. Which Toji happily lapped at with his tongue, his cock still buried deep inside of you.
“Crying already? Awww, poor girl. That was a loud noise too, do you need me to help you with that?”
You didn’t answer but Toji took your silence as a yes anyway, opening your mouth and sticking his fingers in as a makeshift gag. He releases your legs and has them flop down over his thighs, positioning you under him now. The bed creaks and groans as Toji makes you lie on your stomach, his free hand bringing your ass back to him and arching your back. His fingers still down your throat as he began to slowly ram into you in this new position.
“Let’s try not to make too much noise this time, hmm?
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How the bachelors are when you go down on them for the first time, MDNI pls
Harvey
He’s nervous literally all the time but now especially
Does not know what to do with his hands
Worried you won’t think he’s adequate enough
I feel like he’s probably a modest 6 inches, decent girth, definitely trims but doesn’t fully shave
Very sensitive balls, will cum quickly if you play with them while sucking his cock
Kinda fists the sheets unless you tell him it’s okay to grab your hair
Will involuntary buck his hips, tries to apologize immediately when you gag around him but gets cut off by a deep groan
Let’s you know when he’s gonna cum so that you can pull away if you want, you don’t.
Is surprised when you swallow, he thinks it’s hot but he only wants you to swallow if you want to
Alex
Mans excited
He dreams about this probably like three times a week
Dudes just horny 24/7 honestly so he was agreeing immediately and ready to whip it out when you suggested it
I think he’s probably a little big at like 8.5 inches and decently thick, probably a bit curved up too
He doesn’t usually shave but I think he would for at-least the first time you go down on him out of curtousy
Does not hold back his grunts and praise, makes sure you know your doing good
“Just like that baby” “don’t stop, yoba don’t stop please” “doing so good for me, just a little more, there you go”
Literally can’t shut up, hands in your hair guiding you just how he likes it
Wants to cum down your throat, will be absolutely thrilled if you let him
Wants to return the favor immediately
Shane
Equally nervous, hasn’t had someone go down on him in a long time
Showers and trims up a bit first so he can be fresh and clean for you
I think he’s about 7 inches and a bit skinnier then Harvey, curves to the right just slightly
Definitely has experience from his college days but he may be a bit rusty
Will guide you gently until he’s sure he can fuck your throat the way he wants
Doesn’t talk to much but makes little grunting sounds and a few praises every now and then
Established some safety guidelines first, tap his thigh three times if you need to stop
Likes it rough, a very gentle scrap of teeth is fine with him
“You can take the whole thing, it’s not that hard” “that’s a good little slut, just like that”
Makes sure your alright after since he can be pretty rough, has water and lozenges on standby for you
Tons of cuddles after and he will of course return the favor if you’ll let him
Sam
Eager boy
Not the most experienced but not a virgin either
Definitely not shaved or trimmed
Probably around 5 inches, decent girth and no curve, also uncut
He probably accidentally shoved his whole cock in your mouth because he was to eager
Definitely apologizes and feels a bit bad about it
Also does not know what to do with his hands, settles for resting them on his thighs
Moans unabashedly, literally could not keep quiet if he tried
He has a napkin on standby for you if you don’t swallow
Will pull you in for a hot and heavy kiss immediately after so he can taste himself on your tounge
Does not know what he’s doing when he returns the favor but he’s a quick and eager learner
Sebastian
Total virgin I just know it
He’s so nervous he thinks he might actually explode
Shaved bare because he was nervous you wouldn’t like hair
Will not last long at all and he’s very embarrassed by that but you assure him you don’t mind
He’s about 6.5 inches and thick, curved to the left
Very sensitive balls as well
He probably only lasts around five minutes but who can blame him
He’s never felt something so warm and wet and nice before
You swallow and he’s already at half mast again he thinks it’s so hot
Teach him how to pleasure you, he’ll learn quick, that muscle memory from video game controllers comes in very handy 😌
Elliot
He’s probably only had one or two previous partners before you
He’s definitely well trimmed, basically has no hair down there, likes to keep it well maintained
Probably around 7 inches and skinny, uncut and slightly curved down
Uses his hair tie to put your hair in a ponytail if it’s long enough
Likes to hold onto that so he can gently guide you
Is a very slow sensual type of lover, doesn’t want to go to rough because he doesn’t want to ever hurt you
Literally the only time you can get him to stop talking is when he’s inside you in some form
Definitely wants you to swallow his cum but won’t make you
Also pulls you into a passionate kiss after before returning the favor
He’s very skilled with his tounge if you know what I mean 😌
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Hi! It's anon from the period thoughts hehe! I think you're spot on with all of that! Thank you :) Any chance you can do a fic with it?
Gale w/a girlfriend or wife that's having awful period cramps/day?
hiii 😘 guess who started her period today? ME 🤣 when I realised this request is next in the line to be written I laughed 😛 because it's something I'm going through at the moment, I got a bit carried away and it's quite long for a cute little fic like that haha 🥰
I have about 10 MOTA requests to write in my inbox 😅 so please, go easy with them for a while 👉🏻👈🏻 especially that requests for Feyd are open now, too 🤩
You were laying on the couch under a blanket, mindlessly watching the TV with your eyes hazy from the painkiller you had taken. Unfortunately, it wasn’t working for the pain but it was making you feel even more dazed out.
When you heard the front door opening, you sensed the feeling of guilt forming a knot in your stomach. Buck was coming back home after work and not only his house hadn’t been cleaned but also there was no dinner waiting for him on the table. You hoped he’d survive on the sandwiches but you felt bad for him.
“I’m back!” He announced his arrival but you didn’t move. You simply couldn’t.
You heard him undressing and taking his shoes off before peeking into the living room and looking at the TV.
“You’re watching this?” He asked surprised. Well, the program was stupid as hell and you were aware of it.
“I don’t want to but I can’t move to turn it off,” you admitted in a raspy, tired voice.
“Are you okay?” Buck furrowed his brows and approached the TV. He crouched down and turned it off.
“Thank you, it was starting to give me a migraine,” you admitted with a sigh.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He turned around to face you.
“I’m sorry, I have those days,” you explained.
“What days, love?”
“Ugh…” You winced at one of the cramps. “Code red, Gale. Those days,” you specified.
“Oh,” he straightened himself and put his hands on his hips, getting visibly awkward. “What can I do for you? Does it hurt a lot?”
“Yes, it does. Just leave me here alone…” You mumbled. “And don’t get angry at me because I haven’t done anything around the house. Haven’t cooked anything either,” you lowered your voice, a little scared of his reaction.
You didn’t expect your husband to be angry about such a thing. He was not like most men. But he still could get a little frustrated and irritated. You wouldn’t blame him for that but it would still feel awful to disappoint him like that.
“Hey, you don’t feel good, it’s fine,” Buck only said. “I can make myself sandwiches,” he shrugged his arms. “Have you eaten anything?” He raised an eyebrow at you.
“Not really, no,” you answered. “I took a painkiller but it’s not helping. It made me hazy, though.”
Buck stood there in silence for a while, looking as if he was thinking intensely about something.
“I have an idea,” he said finally. “Are you allowed to take baths in your state?” He asked and you laughed at him.
“Jesus, Gale, can you imagine not being allowed to take a bath when you’re bleeding for a few days straight?” You asked and he blushed adorably. It was quite cute how he was feeling uncomfortable with the subject of periods and how little he did know about them… yet, he still tried to help.
“Let’s run you a bath then,” he nodded.
“Gale, please…” You sighed. “Baby, you’re tired after work. Just make yourself sandwiches and get some rest, too,” you tried to stop him.
“I’m fine,” he assured you. “Come,” he approached you and picked you up bridal style with the blanket still around you. You squeezed it in your fist so it wouldn’t fall down and let him carry you to the bathroom upstairs.
Buck sat you carefully on the closed toilet seat and turned the faucet on to fill the bathtub with the warm water. He opened one of the drawers of your bathroom cabinet and hummed to himself.
“What kind of bath do you want?” He asked, unsurely.
“What do you mean by that?” You leaned back, resting your head on the cold bathroom tiles.
“You have all sorts of things here… Rose, lavender, vanilla…” He read the words on the bottles of your bath oils.
“Lavender helps,” you told him and Buck nodded his head.
He took the bottle out and you watched him carefully tilting it above the bathtub… only to pour half of it inside the water. You gasped.
“What?” He turned his head around, startled by the sound leaving your mouth.
“You’re supposed to add a few drops…” You sighed, too tired to get annoyed. Also, getting annoyed when he was trying so hard to help you would be simply unfair.
“I’m sorry… Should I run another bath now?” He asked.
“Don’t be crazy. You’ve no idea how much money you’ve just poured down there,” you let out a tired chuckle.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Buck closed the lid and put the bottle back in the drawer. “But is it safe to bathe in it now?”
“Only one way to find out, is it?” You shrugged your arms.
Buck approached you to help you stand up but you shook your head.
“No, no,” you stood up by yourself on shaky legs. “I don’t… I don’t want you to see…” You explained shyly.
“It’s just some blood, I can handle it, baby,” he assured you but he was blushing again.
“Please, just leave me here and go downstairs to eat something,” you told him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Actually, I’ll go to the store,” he stated. “I’ll buy us some proper dinner and I’ll be back in twenty minutes. You won’t drown in the meantime, will you?”
“Don’t be daft, I’m not a baby,” you smiled at him and he nodded.
Buck left the bathroom and when you were left alone there, you allowed the blanket to fall down on the floor. Then you got rid of the rest of the clothes and went inside the bathtub, sighing out of relief at the feeling of the warm water.
You were sitting there for so long that the water turned cold, however you felt too comfortable to leave. It was Buck’s soft knocking upon the door that made you finally move.
“I’m back. Are you alive there?” He asked through the door.
“Yes, I’m about to leave now,” you answered.
“Alright. I have chicken,” he told you. “Do you want tea?”
“Yes, please.”
You heard his footsteps going downstairs as you watched the water go down the drain before you stood up, grabbed a towel and dried yourself before putting dark underwear, a black nightgown and a robe that you had in the bathroom cabinet. You put the dress and underwear you had been wearing earlier to the laundry bin and picked up the blanket to fold it and take it with you downstairs to put it back in the living room.
You felt so much better after your bath, you had to admit it. Your hair was wet but you didn’t bother with drying it. It was around six in the evening and you already looked like you were about to go to sleep but you knew that Buck wouldn’t mind that at all.
And indeed, when you walked inside the kitchen, he didn’t even ask about it nor furrowed his brows at your nighttime attire. There was a chicken with mashed potatoes and a salad on the table already, alongside the tea he had made for you.
“I bought more of that lavender oil so you don’t run out of it,” Buck pointed at the unpacked groceries on the kitchen counter. “And something sweet for you,” he added. “The lady at the store was nosy, she asked me why I was buying chicken for dinner and was my wife sick so I told her the truth and she told me women like sweets when they have… those days,” his cheeks turned pink as he moved the chair for you and you sat down with a smile.
“She was right,” you told him.
“Oh, good, for a while I was scared she just wanted to swindle me to spend more money,” Buck chuckled and took a seat in front of you. “So, after all, she was helpful.”
“Yeah, I know what nosy lady you’re talking about,” you nodded at him. “She’s annoying but she’s also sweet. Hard to explain,” you giggled.
“And how do you feel now?”
“I feel much better, thank you,” you nodded and reached your hand out to caress his and give it a light squeeze before you both started to eat the chicken.
Buck was telling you about his day at work and you were listening with a slight smile. You would usually comment and ask questions or gasp at some things, demanding to know more gossip. But today you were just nodding your head and smiling, still listening but less attentively.
“I’m sorry, perhaps you’d rather eat in silence. You’ve mentioned getting a migraine before,” Buck shut his mouth suddenly.
“I would have told you if I wanted you to be quiet, baby. It’s fine,” you assured him. “And the migraine is gone now. The bath really helped me.”
“Well… I think I’ve already said everything anyway,” he laughed and stood up to get the empty plates from the table to put them in the sink. “I will wash them and you go upstairs and lay in bed. I’ll bring you the dessert when I’m done.”
“You’re absolutely the sweetest, you know that?” You asked him.
“I’m only taking care of you, darling. Like husbands do. You take care of me, too. Every day,” he looked like he didn’t understand why you were so grateful and it was making him even more special.
And he didn’t even know.
You wondered if his heart was truly so pure that he had no idea how other men could treat their wives. Whenever someone would mention some dreadful story of this sort, Buck would always widen his eyes as if he found it hard to believe. Perhaps he was truly that innocent and oblivious. Or he just couldn’t imagine being so cruel. Either way, he was a gem.
“I just love you so much,” you whispered, getting emotional. Most likely from the hormones.
“I love you, too,” he answered, a bit surprised. “Go upstairs, baby. Do you want me to carry you?”
“No, I will manage,” you stood up and kissed his cheek before leaving the kitchen.
In fact, you’d love him to carry you. But you didn’t want to bother him too much. So you just went to the bedroom and then you sighed at the sight of the freshly put white sheets. You had changed them in the morning, stupidly forgetting about your period coming soon.
With a grunt, you started to take them off. Your moves were slow and when Buck joined you upstairs, you were almost done.
“What are you doing?” He widened his eyes and put the tray he had been holding in his hands down on the vanity table.
“I put them on this morning but I have to change them now. I don’t want to stain them with blood,” you explained.
“You should have waited for me, I’ll do that,” Buck approached you and took the sheets from your hands. “Give that to me.”
“Buck, you’re a sweetheart, but I’m not dying or sick. I can do that, really,” you tried to assure him. “It’s not like it’s my first time having those days,” you explained, carefully avoiding the word period around him because you could only imagine how uncomfortable it would make him feel.
“You can help,” he agreed. “Give me the sheets you want me to put on,” he pointed to the wardrobe with his chin and you rolled your eyes before opening it and handing him the dark navy blue sheets. He gave you back the white ones and you folded them before putting them back.
When the bed was made, you sat under the cover and rested on the pillow. Your husband placed the tray in front of you and you smiled at the sight of a cake and some ice cream.
“Is it alright?” Buck asked.
“Yes, yes, it is,” you nodded with a smile and started to eat.
“By the way, I’m totally getting you a dishwasher,” he sighed as he sat on the edge of the bed and caressed your wet hair.
“Are you crazy? They're expensive!” You protested.
“But it’s going to make your life easier,” Buck pinched your cheek playfully. “You can’t say no, by the way, I’ve already made my decision.”
You didn’t say anything then and just finished eating as he watched you with admiration in his eyes. You offered him a few bites and he agreed to take them but most of the dessert was yours to eat on your own. When you were finished, you laid down, ready to take a nap. Buck took the tray from the bed and leaned in to place a kiss upon your forehead.
“Sweet dreams, baby,” he whispered softly.
“Well, then, my dreams better be of you,” you smiled at him lovingly, “if you want them to be sweet.”
Buck winked at you and went back downstairs to take the tray down. You were starting to fall asleep by the time he was back to lay down next to you and hold you close, making you feel loved and taken care of.
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Always.
This is a sequel to Empty Words. I had someone ask for it and I was also thinking of writing one so here it is. I don’t know if it’ll be as good as the first part but I hope it’s up to your standards.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: none?? If you see any plz lemme know and I’ll add them.
Words: 1.1k
EMPTY WORDS
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"How long has it been?"
"70 years."
The words replayed in her head constantly. It had been a year since that day, since she’d woken from her Cryo-sleep. Steve sat by her side telling her it was no longer 1945 but much later, she shouldn’t even be alive.
Tony, Howard Stark's son, had been generous enough to offer her a place to stay at the compound. She had been fed by the girl, Wanda, every day and they gave her peace since she so desperately needed it.
She never got to grieve for Bucky, not long after Steve told her of his passing, she was captured. For some Hydra experiments, according to the guy who turned green.
She still had Bucky’s jacket. She’d woken up with it wrapped around her frame, and she refused to take it off. It was the only part of him she had left.
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A knock sounded throughout the room. "It's me, I've got dinner," Steve spoke from the other end of the door, his voice slightly muffled by the thick wood.
"Come in." She spoke, her words monotone and quiet.
He set the tray of food down on the bed, pasta and sauce. Wanda’s favourite. He picked up on her gloom quite easily, it must have been a perk of the super soldier serum.
"Are you alright?" Steve questioned softly, a reassuring hand rubbing her shoulder clad in the dark military jacket. He watched as she picked at the food but never put any of it near her mouth.
He knew better than to push people to talk about their feelings, he hated it when people did it to him.
They had both bonded over Bucky. In the 40s, they never really got the chance— he was too busy being Captain America, and she was too busy saving people's lives away from the frontline. He had never really spoken to her, he knew a bit about her from his old friend’s stories but besides telling her about Buck he’d never really seen her himself. In the past year though, the two had become good friends.
"It's... our anniversary, today." Her voice was small, like the squeak of a mouse, almost as if speaking any louder would scare him away. Steve didn't know how to answer. He was an excellent soldier and had always been great with words, but even he became tongue-tied at the mention of Bucky.
He blamed himself, he could have done so much better than what he did. Countless nights he stayed awake wondering how he could have changed the past, how he could convince Tony to invent some contraption and put himself in Bucky's place. Maybe he would have survived the fall.
"I'm sorry," Steve's voice mimicked her own. His arms wrapped around her smaller frame in a warm embrace, the only form of comfort he could truly give her at that moment.
She cried into his arms that night. When he eventually left she’d flopped her weak body onto the large bed that was far too comfy. She tossed and turned with Bucky's coat, hoping, wishing that dreaming hard enough would bring him back.
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The compound was under attack, she had strict orders to stay in her room. Steve had warned her, promised that he’d keep them away from her but passed her a pistol as a last resort.
She could hear the sounds of bullets flying around, hitting walls and people. She felt helpless just sitting on the wide windowsill watching the world go by, what could she truly do though?
Just as a dark feathered bird flew by her window the hairs on her neck stood on end— there were eyes on her, someone stood at her door. She mentally cursed herself for setting the gun on the bedside table.
The presence stalked forward, till his thigh bumped her shoulder. Her head tried to turn to him but the feeling of coolness; a metal hand, spread over the top of her head and turned her back to face the window slowly.
The cool fingers dropped to the side of her face, tucking a few loose stands behind her ear. Was he trying to torture her? or was she finally receiving a final act of kindness before the sweet release of death? Her eyes squeezed tight in preparation, no matter the outcome she would not watch.
Death never came, no, instead the soldier flopped his large body down beside her. He was still as rigid as before, she could feel as much from the way his arm brushed against hers.
When she finally turned to look at the face of the last man she’d ever see, her killer— the muscles around her eyes pulled them wide and her breath caught in her throat.
His eyes, although obstructed by dark locks of her, emulated hers, shock evident in those deep blues along with the reflection of something she knew danced in hers— Recognition.
“B-Bucky?” She hadn’t realised tears were falling from her eyes until she spoke, her voice breaking. His head nodded softly, almost unnoticeable and his eyes glazed over as well. After all these years they were both alive, and the past 70 years' worth of bottled-up emotions bubbled over. She pulled him forward into her arms.
The way his tired body slumped forward into her frame told her he’d faced a similar story, he’d been holding onto a lot too. She could see Steve’s frame standing in her doorway in shock from her peripherals but she couldn’t find the will to glance at him. Not when he was here, not when Bucky was home.
“You came back” she whispered into his hair.
“Always”.
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“Bahhhh!” God those goats were impatient. It must’ve been around 6 am, and the Wakandan heat blared through the mud-coloured walls.
“BAHHHH” the goat wailed again, more desperate and demanding than before. A groan sounded from the man behind her, his arm pulling her close and his lips ghosting over her bare shoulder.
“You gotta get up and feed them” she whispered silently hoping they’d disappear and leave them in each other’s arms, at least for a little bit longer. The heat made their embrace almost impossible to withstand but she’d missed years' worth of closeness to him, some sun wasn’t going to stop her now.
His grumbling vibrated against her neck before he pushed himself up to sit. He was quite the sight shirtless, much more muscular than before. The soft blue fabric wrapping around his left side and over his shoulder complimented his skin perfectly.
“Fucking goats” he complained as he threw the deep red fabric over his body, doing as much as he could with one arm before shifting to her for help.
Her fingers moved expertly over the fabric as they did every day, fastening it to his body before pulling half of his long hair into a bun.
“Love you” Her breath blew between his shoulder blades, her lips pressing into the nape of his neck as she wrapped the thin belt around his waist from behind— she’d become so familiar with the routine she could secure it with her eyes shut. He couldn’t help the way his worries fell apart at her soft touch.
His body twisted to face her naked one, his right hand finding her left, squeezing tight before dropping his fingers to roll the thin gold band around her ring finger; a symbol of his promise fulfilled. The matching one secured around his neck.
Steel blues ran up from their joined hand to her face, searching for her own eyes, asking in silence for permission that she was glad to give him as she leaned forward locking their lips together in a sultry dance that mimicked one of the many they shared all those years ago.
“Bahhhhh” he growled into the kiss and she couldn’t help the bubble of laughter rising from her throat. He’d never get a moment's peace with his girl with those beasts around.
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i have another request. PLEASE
miles fucking his silly little pregnant wife who’s just so needy for him and his touch, poor baby is too swollen to even be able to touch herself so he takes care of her n fucks her nice and slow, overstimulates her until she’s squirming and crying underneath him and doesn’t know what she wants because of how bad she has baby brain :(( miles just loves taking care of his little angel
hhhnnnmnnm
UM..!!! hello you’re crazy for this- because eeeeeeep! miles would totally take care of you during this special time in your lives, in any possible way he can! andYES sweet kitty husband occupies 95% of my brain actually-
miles quaritch x pregnant!fem!reader
warnings: explicit sexual content, smut, pregnancy, obvs there is sex while pregnant, oral, p in v, sweet baby daddy husband quaritch <3
Q would lay you down on the pillows and take you apart slowly, would kiss across your skin and especially your large bump <3 he’s so gentle because he doesn’t wanna hurt you or the baby!
im theorizing that miles would love eating you out; esp while you’re pregnant. i don’t care what y’all say! he would rest your thighs on his shoulders, leaving wet kisses on the underside of your tummy as he trails towards your clit. then his lips are wrapping around it, paying close attention to nerve in languid swirls and suckles. miles loves bullying his head between your thighs, drawing his tongue in wet shapes over your pussy. and when you burst with a moan, your head jolts to look at him, but your bump conceals everything except his hulking shoulders holding you open
he always makes sure you come at least twice 👍 but if you’re not too sleepy or you’re still aroused then he keeps going, loudly sucking you into his mouth until you’re bucking into his face and coming on his mouth again.
sometimes penetration feels like too much; and that’s okay! Q is happy to relax between your legs and fuck you with his tongue, or his fingers. miles draws it out every single time, slowly working you open with a single fingertip, until he’s eventually curling three of his digits inside your stretched little hole.
but there are also times when you need more more more because all you want is for miles to spend his time fucking you open on his dick, your arousal reaching new heights as your hormones are all jumbled up!
i feel like he’s definitely one to tease while you’re pregnant, always blaming the baby for his touch that’s only flirting across your skin, because he needs to go easy on your sensitive body or something like that. when it’s actually the total opposite- he’s purposely reducing you to a whimpering mess for his own hedonistic pleasure. he wants to see that frustration in your tightly pinched features, wants to hear the edge in your voice as you beg for him.
so when you grab his wrist and look up at him with wet eyelashes, whining about how you need more of him-he’s happy to oblige.
miles is the kind to tease you with the tip until you’re loosening up and taking him easily with how slick you’ve become. he thrives on your frustration, the high pitched whimpers and wiggling hips. you look like an angel, you must be an angel, he thinks. you’re so beautiful, and he’s never felt a passion like this until he met you
and now you’re full with his baby? god, he’s so sick with love! he admires every bit of you and how you’ve changed over the months; you’re softer, and warmer, and so much needier. it makes him fuck you that much harder.
you can’t help it, you’re begging for his cum, begging him to give you another baby.
“aww don’t cry, darlin’, i’ll give you another soon enough, y’gotta be patient for me, alright?” and he’s grinning ear to ear, eyes glowing.
“i’ll give you all the babies you want, honey, we’ll have a little litter of ‘em, hm? you want that?” his thrust are picking up to a pace that has you clawing at his biceps and your voice scratching with need.
“gonna keep you knocked up with my babies, keep my little wife full of my cum all the time,” you’re nodding your head fervently and pleading incoherently. it makes him chuckle and he sends a hand to rub over your clit.
“my sweet little wife, love you so much. so pretty while you’re cryin’ on my dick. i’ll give you those babies one day. jus’ need our little girl to come home first. just a few more weeks,” he grins and kisses you. “but when you’re all better, i’ll give you another baby-and another, and another.” his voice begins to strain breathlessly as he quickly approaches his orgasm
his words have you keening and squeezing around his erection. your moans are downright pornographic, and he knows you’re just seconds away from coming. “fuckin- christ!” miles grinds behind his teeth, “tell me where you want it, right now” he orders you lowly, his brow furrowed in concentration in his effort to keep from coming.
“mm!- inside! miles, please! please come inside of me,” you sob, clenching around him , pleading as you gaze right into his eyes. it sends miles burying into your heat and curling over your body, his forehead knocking into yours. you’re wrapping your arms around him, keeping him close and put your lips to his ear
“please give me another baby, miles,” you cry. your touch pets over his velvety skin before cradling his neck and guiding your lips against his.
it’s like you’re in a bubble that miles has curated just for the two of you. he’s covering your body with his own, echoing your sweet noises with his drawn out groans against your lips. he’s shoving his tongue into your mouth, stuffing you with his cock-it consumes every bit of your mind and body and you’re coming with a loud whine, squeezing around him like a vice and he’s immediately following you over that edge, hips flush with yours as he fills you with his seed
he finishes with a deep rumble from his chest, holding himself up by his forearms to keep from totally crushing you. and miles stays like that, buried inside of you as his dick softens and you both catch your breath
you’ll lay together, his head on your chest and your fingertips tickling his skin. when you tap his back with a small sound, miles will look at you, totally relaxed and a grin starting to stretch his thin lips. he’ll kiss you, long and slow and murmur how much he loves you to distract from his cock pulling out, but the drag of it still leaves you feeling empty.
then miles is climbing out of bed, groaning dramatically before he bounds towards the bathroom. “lemme draw you a bath, hon’,” he says. you’re only half awake, eyes closed and humming noncommittally. you listen to him shuffling, adjusting the knobs on the tub, and the scent of your soap wafts into the bedroom.
the combination is relaxing and has your breaths slowing. eventually you feel miles graze your skin, trailing lightly as to not startle you. then he’s hugging you, taking a long breath through his nose as he nuzzles into your neck. “hmm, y’ready?”
you’re nodding your head, and he’s lifting you like you barely weigh anything. he’s so careful and conscious of how he holds you and safely lowers you into the warmth of the water. then he’s climbing in behind you, and some of the water spills over with his big he is.
it makes you giggle, and he’s immediately wrapping his arms around you. “what’s funny, huh? i’m just a man tryna take care of his very pregnant wife,” but you hear the smile in his voice. you allow yourself to lean into him, head tilting against his chest as he gently rubs your swollen belly.
notes: UMMMM okay wow i took way too long to write this, can you tell i’m in love with him? thank you so much for the request! thank you for trusting me with such a prompt as this- hope enjoy my loves! let me know what i should write next <3
#colonel miles quaritch#miles quaritch#avatar the way of water#recom miles quaritch#miles quaritch x reader#avatar imagine#avatar smut#brainrot#request
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rockstar!winter x f!reader
notes: completely self indulgent as you will be able to tell from all the screaming- i’m blaming that clip… drove me insane LIKE ACTUALLY INSANE
cw: dom winter, sub reader (OMG SURPRISE), daddy kink, is calling reader a ‘whore’ degredation? it’s also not proofread i just wrote this on autopilot-
word count: 0.8/0.9k i forgot….
showing up to your girlfriends performance for the first time ever was going to be the death of you.
the lights were dim, loudness of the bass shaking your skeleton? you didn’t even know that could happen. it was a bit overwhelming for you because honestly... you weren’t even into rock that much even though your girlfriend is a rock genius.
it was definitely worth your time. seeing the spotlight shine on her while she plays with her guitar. and in all seriousness you didn’t really give a shit about the music AT ALL. your focus was completely on her fingers, the way she was tapping and strumming the strings had you in a trance, and oh my! you’re panties are soaked through.
you didn’t even last one second into the song thag was playing, all that was in your mind was her fingers, oh my god her hands, her fingers should be in me right now, i want her fing- yeah…
“baby you did so good on stage” running to the back of the stage. you just couldn’t wait anymore
“of course, you were there. i had to put on the best show for my girl” standing there with sweat dripping down her face. “did you like my guitar solo? dont tell my fans, but i practiced it just for you”. your girlfriend, minjeong, was so sweet. the main guitarist of the band aespa and the hottest person to ever cross this universe. whatever you did in your past life must be crazy to bless you with such a fine ass girlfriend.
“no one is in this room right?”
“what are you implying y/n?”
“oh nothing, i just wanted to say that you looked so hot on stage daddy” seducing her by slipping the string of your top down your shoulders.
not expecting that, she dropped everything she was holding right at that moment and cornered you. locking the door just in case one of her bandmates decide to waltz in. “oh don’t you dare start this now. not with those skimpy ass clothes you're wearing” now you knew wearing a mini skirt and a tight top would do you justice even tho your ass was so cold waiting outside the venue 😭, and well today you couldn't help being turned on, seeing your girlfriend work her guitar with her skillful fingers on that electric guitar had your pussy throbbing.
“turning me on after my performance, oh my baby is such a whore for me” hiking up your skirt to reveal you pretty much soaked thong “and you’re wearing a thong? all dolled up for me? you’re so kind” tugging the thong that rubbed your clit all in the right ways.
“a-anything for you daddy” god you turned her on so much. she just wanted to fuck your pussy so hard rn, and thats what she’s doing 🤭 pumping not one but three fingers into your sopping wet hole while she messily makes out with you, her tongue dominating over yours with ease. the noises you were making were anything but holy, thanking the interior designers for the very good choice of making the room sound proof because god, you are literally screaming out her name, moaning, groaning, literally all the noises are coming out of your slutty mouth. and if the noises coming from your mouth weren’t enough to show that she had you wrapped around her fingers (PUN NOT INTENDED) your wet pussy definitely showed. sticky, wet sounds were definitely escaping out of you. oh my god she was making you so unbelievably wet, your juices literally spilling all over the floor coating her hands and dripping everywhere on your legs.
AND SHES NOT FINISHED WITH YOU, breaking your kiss to make you face the wall and bend over so she can see your pussy in full view!!! her licking your lips before she fully makes out with it. licking and sucking so violently on your clit it makes you squirm and buck your hips into her face, while also shoving her fingers back into your pussy, slamming them into you without any mercy. it doesn’t really take that long to make you cum, with the whole build up during the concert you were pretty much standing there in awe on the verge of cumming JUST BY SEEING HER PERFORM?? she’s so rough with you but that's how daddy minjeong likes it anyways, seeing you turn into her personal sex doll and treating you as such as well, slapping your ass as you're bent over like a whore, repeating to you that she’s “your daddy”. she would open the door to show the entire crowd her lovely baby being finger fucked with a stupid slutty fucked out face, but she’s overprotective like that you know.
when you finally, cum it’s so violent yet so so so good. legs shaking, BODY SHAKING, you’re on the verge of blacking out as you’re hitting the walls screaming “daddy- ah, daddy m-minjeong your fingers feel so good” biting down on your lip as you feel the ecstasy course through your entire body.
of course once you’ve had the most craziest orgasm of your life, you fall to your knees.
picking you up she just smiles at you, kissing you on the lips then whispering in your ear “let’s continue this at home”
#wintersera#aespa smut#aespa x fem reader#aespa x fem reader smut#aespa winter smut#kim minjeong#fem! reader#kpop smut#girl group smut#gg x reader#kpop girl group smut#girl group x reader
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This is a Buddie fic rec list where "one of them isn't a firefighter" That makes me warm and happy every time I read them <3
Part 1 || Part 2
Exploding Coffee Machines by inkinmyheartandonthepage
(@inkinmyheartandonthepage) | 9k | General
Buck couldn’t be blamed for falling in love with his neighbour. He was powerless against the Diaz boys and wanted nothing more than to be swept up in their everything. Buck thought that Eddie felt the same, that their feelings of more than just being platonic best friends was mutual. Buck had been hopeful that Eddie inviting him to his boss’s house to meet his friends and co-workers meant that they were taking a step in the right direction.
A step that now Buck was going to be late for
OR
Buck gets burned at work and worries that he's blown his shot with Eddie when he runs late to meet his friends.
What is Love For $2000? by fayevian
17k | Mature
On the screen, the camera pans down as they introduce the contestants. Mary, on her 3rd day winning streak, is a dowdy teacher type. Center stage is occupied by a graying man with loopy handwriting named Auggie. And all the way to the right is…
Evan.
Damn.
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One night when Eddie can't sleep, he discovers the hottest Jeopardy contestant of all time (objectively). With the "help" of his team and his fairly good working knowledge of Twitter, they devise a plan to get Evan (from Jeopardy) to slide into Eddie's DMs. It works surprisingly well.
i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by brewrosemilk, stardustbuddie
(@gayhoediaz) (@wh0re-behavi0r) | 10k | Explicit
Buck Buckley (@/firefighterbuck):
@/eddiediaz I’ll never be able to tug your hair now, huh?
Eddie Diaz (@/eddiediaz):
@/firefighterbuck It’s against the rules, anyway. You don’t look like a fighter, though. What situation would we be in that would make you want to tug my hair?
(Or: Eddie is an MMA fighter and Buck thirsts on twitter.)
you make the world taste better by farfromthstars
(@buckactuallys) | 11k | Teen
They follow the room numbers down the hallway until the last door on the right. It’s slightly ajar, and when Eddie knocks politely, it opens further.
“Hey,” a cheerful, male voice says. “You guys are early!”
When Eddie spots the source of the voice, he nearly swallows his tongue.
The man is tall, with broad shoulders and huge arms, a sunny smile on his face that looks so genuine Eddie can’t help but smile back. There’s a splash of pink over his one eye, his hair is just the slightest bit curly, and his eyes are startlingly blue. He’s also about 80% legs, and leaning on a cane to walk.
Belatedly, Eddie remembers that he should say something too, not just stare at this guy approaching them.
“Uh,” he starts eloquently. “Sorry. This one was getting impatient at home
~
Newly arrived to LA, Eddie decides to take his son to parent/child cooking classes. The instructor is so much more than he expected
stupid people. by brewrosemilk
(@gayhoediaz) | 160k | Explicit
New in Los Angeles, and having recently admitted to himself that he's gay, Eddie figures that hiring a sex worker might be a good way to keep his private life cut off from his job and his son. A way to keep things from becoming too complicated.
It works. For a while.
your dreary mondays by hammersmiths
(@henswilsons) | 33k | Teen
“Wait, you need a sitter?” Chimney says. Eddie nods. “Maddie’s brother got back in town a few nights ago, he’s looking for work.”
Eddie frowns. He doesn’t know much about this mysterious brother of Maddie’s – doesn’t even really know much about Maddie, either, aside from being Chimney’s girlfriend – but he’s pretty sure every time he’s been brought up in conversation it’s not been particularly inspiring. “Is this the brother who flunked out of college because he spent all his tuition on a motorcycle?”
Chimney colours a little. “Um. No?”
or, Buck babysits Christopher and Eddie is—fine about it, actually.
one single thread of gold (tied me to you) by heartbeatdiaz
(@heartbeatdiaz) | 4k | Teen
Eddie doesn't know much about Chris' science teacher, except that he's his son favorite and apparently knows everything there's to know. ( Those were Christopher's words. )
So when he enters the classroom, expecting an old man dressed nicely but a little old-fashioned as the science teacher, his whole life crashes to a halt.
"Evan?" The man who's leaning against the desk, looking at some papers, suddenly startles and looks up at Eddie with wide blue eyes.
"Holy shit," It's what the man says after spending at least a minute opening and closing his mouth.
or;
Eddie met Evan when he was a bartender in Peru and Eddie was on vacation with his cousins. They had a one night stand and Eddie woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a disappointed heart. Just for the same guy to end up being Chris' teacher years after.
always glad you came by foxwatson
(@eddiediazes) | 5k | Teen
Buck is the incredibly kind but incredibly straight bartender at Eddie's local gay bar. Eddie is trying very, very hard not to be pathetically in love with him, and is failing miserably.
“Hey, you’re back,” Buck had said, greeting him with that sun-bright grin, and Eddie had yet again been reminded why he’d started questioning his sexuality.
“Well, I get one night off a week. And tonight I could really use the drink.”
Buck’s brow had furrowed, and he got Eddie his favorite beer without even asking again what it was. “You need to talk about it? Assuming I read you right and you’re the kind of guy who talks to a bartender instead of a therapist.”
Eddie had winced theatrically. “Ouch. That obvious, huh?”
“Hey, man, you’re the one that told me you started coming here on your coworker’s advice. Feels like something you’d get from a therapist, if you had one.”
see the stars with my morning eyes by trippedandfell
(@trippedandfell) | 3k | Teen
“So,” Buck announces, sitting down between Hen and Chimney at the concessions stand. “I think Eddie’s trying to get me to sleep with him and his fiancée.”
or: Eddie calls Lucy his partner. Buck extrapolates.
walking on sunshine by fallingthorns
(@fallingthorns) | 5k | Teen
“Shut up,” Buck grumbles at the dog. “It’s not a crush.”
Buck walks out of the room, out the backdoor, and into the yard, trying to ignore his large and judgmental dog following behind him.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Buck tells him as he gets the hose out to start watering his plants. “Keep it to yourself.”
“Who are you talking to?”
Buck startles and drops the hose, doing a quick 180-degree turn and coming face-to-face with Eddie. He’s clearly standing on something, elbows folded over the top of the fence and chin resting on them as he looks at Buck. His expression looks almost fond and it kind of makes Buck want to both preen and die of embarrassment.
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Or, the one where Buck owns a doggy daycare, has a large dog with an attitude, and is hopelessly in love with his new neighbor.
Under Any Roof by moncuries
(@moncuries) | 10k | Teen
Eddie Diaz does not need a noisy neighbor on top of all the shit he's trying to work out.
But he does make really good mac and cheese.
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“You know,” And Buck is meeting his eyes now. They’re uncannily blue. Like Kool-Aid or popsicles. “If you want, I could show you what I get up to up there?”
What? WHAT? Eddie feels heat spread from the tips of his ears to his toes. No way had he just gotten propositioned before sunrise in the decrepit hallway of their apartment building. “Um. No.” He backs up until his calves brush the door to 101. “Thank you, really. But no.”
my house of stone, your ivy grows by stayeven
(@demieddie) | 7k | Mature
When Eddie resigns himself to buying sex toys in person—despite the popularity of online ordering now—he expects to be embarrassed and overwhelmed. What he doesn't expect is to leave with a crush on the employee with captivating blue eyes.
and we can stay all day by trippedandfell
(@trippedandfell) | 3k | Teen
“So let me get this straight,” Hen says, once she’s stopped laughing at him. “Your nerd crush-
“-Evan Buckley,” Eddie miserably interjects.
“Your nerd crush,” Hen repeats, waggling her eyebrows. At the kitchen table beside her, Chimney is grinning like Christmas just came early. “Read your drunk tweet and then sent you animal facts via DM?”
or: Buck's a zoologist. Eddie's pretty sure he's in love.
#Fics I love#Buddie#Eddie Diaz#Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley#911onfox#911 fan fiction#buddiefanfiction#Buddie fic#911#911 fox#911 abc#911 on abc
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You mentioned few days ago that you had an idea for tattoo artist!Simon and male reader and I've been dying to read it 🙏🏻 thank you for feeding m!reader community as well
i've been waiting for someone to request this because truthfully, i saw a porn clip that made me wanna write about tattoo artist-simon... 🤭
(male-reader)
the room felt hot, it felt awfully small as simon took a deep breath impatiently, waiting for you to get your clothes off. slowly, you fiddled with your belt, sucking in a deep breath through humiliation and embarrassment as you pulled your trousers down. you leaned against the tattoo bed, your hand stuffed down your tight boxers, taking out your limp cock and laying down against the bed.
“don’t be shy, nothin’ i haven’t seen before, yeah?”
although simon had a black balaclava covering his face, you could sense that he was smirking; the way his eyes crinkled behind the mask.
simon's gloved, large hand gripped your cock by the base as he began tattooing. his touch felt intimate; erotic. the way he dragged his thick fingers against your shaft occasionally, teasing you as your cock began to harden and throb in his hands from all the abrupt, erratic movements. you closed your eyes tightly, letting out a soft whimper as you bit your bottom lip, your tip beginning to get wetter as simon continued to take advantage of you in your vulnerable, needy state.
you didn't even notice that he had lifted off his balaclava, just over his mouth, enough for his lips to be wrapped around the tip of your leaking length. you bucked your hips instinctively as you jolted back, fully conscious and aware as he gazed up at you, a cruel grin plastered on his face as he licked up your precum. he stroked his tongue against the head, suckling on it while you panted and moaned out breathlessly, the pain unbearable yet so pleasurable that all you could do was moan and plead for more from him. :(
“look at ya’... ya’ can barely contain yourself--jus’ moaning and twitching? dirty boy, told ya’ to stay still... can’t even follow one order, the fuck?”
whilst sucking at your drooling and wet tip, he continued with his artwork, dragging the tattoo needle along your base as he carried out his work. you couldn't help yourself, and to say you felt utterly ashamed and horrified was an understatement; you accidentally came all over his face. your tip spurting ropes of cum all his balaclava, covering his mouth and lips in your bitter tasting, thick seed. you shook with euphoria as you cried quietly, your forearm over your arm giving you a little bit of dignity and decency, so that you wouldn't have to see the mess you made.
if anything, you wanted to shrivel up into a ball and disappear, but simon had other plans. he sat up against the bed, taking your trousers off completely leaving you bare waist down, vulnerable to him. you grunted out, sobbed through shame and embarrassment, before you suddenly gasped out as something hot, bulbous and thick grinded against your asshole, slipping inside. he didn't stop his artwork; continuing to tattoo your twitching and throbbing cock while fucking into you, not even stretching you out through frustration.
i mean, can you blame simon? it's not as if you were staying still, and soon enough, you were chanting his name with dizzy eyes, shooting a load up his clothed abdomen. :(
you walked out of there with your head low and your dick aching, his touch lingering and turning you perverted.
#orla speaks#ghost x male reader#ghost mw2#ghost cod#mw2 ghost#ghost call of duty#ghost headcanon#ghost mwii#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley smut#simon riley x male reader#male insert#male reader
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Buddie 614 meta
What I find to be the loudest about Eddie’s arc here is that the whole ep is meant to show us everything that can go wrong when people try to live up to others’ expectations, and how much better it is when people are looking in and figuring out what’s right for them, which means they’re performing for and as themselves. That’s the context for Eddie’s date and story. He needs to figure out how to want a romantic relationship again without feeling like it’s a task he’s performing just to please others. That’s the place he gets to at the end of the ep, which is a good place for him to be. ~~
And this is essential to Eddie. Based on how little people talk about it, maybe many in fandom aren’t aware of how 911 implied back in 217 that he only married Shannon because she got pregnant. Eddie said explicitly he didn’t think he was ready to get married at the time, and he brought this up in the context of Shannon and him having Christopher. So I think it’s very meaningful that here, when his aunt wants to set him up, he jumps straight to the (wrong) conclusion that he’s expected to marry Vanessa. He was under this pressure to perform for others before, he knows how disastrous it can turn out, and you know what? Trauma totally triggers this kind of reaction. It tells us where he’s at emotionally, that there are still things he has to deal with. ~~
Speaking of trauma, another symptom of it can be denial, and we do see a bit of it from Eddie during this ep. Remember how he claimed he doesn’t panic back in 501? Right to a doctor’s face while she’s diagnosing him with panic attacks? He did it again in this ep. The thing is that healing isn’t linear. He was advancing with some things, but in 614, faced with his aunt’s ambush, he feels cornered back into a place he’s been in before, a place that left its scars on him, and Eddie regresses. Which is okay! But that’s one step back in order to take two steps forward. Before the ep ends, he will figure out that it’s better not closing himself off completely to the idea of getting into another relationship, even if Tia Pepa’s surprise blind dates are not the way to go about it. ~~
As a side note, I loved Bobby basically trying to trick his subordinates into giving him a review, and poor Buck stepping right into that one. I saw it coming and I almost choked laughing. This show is damn brilliant with comedy, too. We don’t give it enough credit for that! But it's also a moment when I was really proud of Buck. If Eddie's panic caused him to take a step back, we got to see his husband, who grew up so unloved that he needs every bit of approval he can get, being mature and able to point it out when Bobby was over-praising him in his evaluation. And you know what's more? Bobby knew it would go like this. He has seen Buck's growth and he knew his surrogate son would do the right thing and correct this. Bobby's set up wouldn't have worked otherwise. Excuse me while I get emotional over this. ~~
Fitting for an ep where 911 flexed its comical muscles, it was embarrassing how hard I laughed at Buck’s reaction to Eddie’s romantic woes. Remember when Buck heavily implied how hurtful it was to be ghosted by Abby, saying in 502 that he had been in Ana’s position, of being unwanted and led on instead of getting a clean break up? Well, look at how quick Buck was to suggest ghosting as a viable option for Eddie this time! It’s almost like Buck doesn’t even notice that he will offer whatever it takes to keep his husband away from these potential Love Interests, even if it contradicts stuff he has said in the past himself. The way Buck could be so calm making this suggestion, and take the “threat” in stride, because duh, he knows his husband wouldn’t want these LIs intruding on their marriage and family either, and it’s absolutely legit to just ghost this girl if she doesn’t get the memo, was hilarious. And honestly, who can blame Buck? He’s defending his hot man. ;p ~~
Which brings me to my weekly gif set, that I dedicated this time to Buck pointing out on Eddie’s failure to let Ana down easy. I mean, it already IS canon that these two talk about everything, it IS canon that Buck is someone who gets to hear all about Eddie’s romantic woes. But this proves that Eddie doesn’t just fill him in using broad strokes, stuff like just letting Buck know that he indeed broke up with Ana. No, they get down to the finer resolution as well, and Buck gets to hear every detail about how Eddie did it with the delicacy of a bull in a china shop. And clearly, Buck wasn’t about respecting either Ana or Eddie’s pain during that break up, at least not enough to stop Buck from teasing his husband about it. XD It’s so funny how naturally Buck’s staking his claim on his husband even while they’re discussing going on dates. I see you, Buck, and am totally with you! ~~
One last “made me laugh” point. I’m tempted to snicker about Pepa telling Eddie he should be shopping for antiques. I’m queer, so please excuse my dumb queer humor, but ummm. That’s not a very straight suggestion for your nephew, Tia. Or maybe that’s deliberate, maybe it’s implied she is trying to set up Eddie with anyone, girls or guys? After all, she did use gender neutral language during this ep... So we can’t know for sure, but something tells me Pepa just wants Eddie to officially have someone, and if she learns that Buck actually IS her nephew’s other half? (I can’t call either of these morons ‘better half’, sorry) Then she’d be the first one to throw them a party! And I love that, and I love her. Because after all, she’s not just a sassy queen, she’s not just incredibly loving and caring with her nephew, she was also willing to sacrifice her own image in his eyes, she was willing to be seen as herself, and not as what he expects, in order to help remind him that even if his first marriage failed miserably, he can find the courage, move on and re-commit himself to someone else. And soon maybe Eddie will realize and Pepa will find out who is that someone else that Eddie can have a beautiful committed r/s with...
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