Cannot stop thinking about making a really submissive Bucky cum until he can't anymore 😵💫
I love the thought of working load after load from him and the way that he'd go from being pretty quiet and composed to whimpering and writhing, unsure if he needs more or less of your touch.
Getting him to a stage where he feels empty. He feels like he has nothing left to give you. You've made him watch as you jerk him off with a delightfully lubed hand, squeezing and tugging until his cock is twitching and throbbing and shooting thick, messy stripes of cum against your palm. You don't stop after he's finished though. His release only makes the glide of your hand smoother and the sight of his own pearly cum being worked back over his cock makes him hard again in no time.
"Please." He groans, throwing his head back, exposing his beautiful throat. Your hand tightens around his cock involuntarily and you find yourself almost wishing you had your other hand around his neck. "Please don't make me cum again. I-I can't."
Bless him, his strong thighs are twitching, his muscles tense, trying to force his body to listen to his brain for just a second.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you're empty yet. You gave me so much cum just a few minutes ago." You let yourself give in just a little, leaning over and kissing along the column of his throat, enjoying the light salty perspiration against your lips.
Bucky rolls his hips but it's hard for him to tell if he's trying to lean into your touch or away from it. In truth, he loves feeling like this. He loves having his cum milked from him and having no choice but to enjoy the mind numbing pleasure of your body.
His thighs are streaked with evidence of his own lust and he's almost ashamed that he's still hard. Not just as hard as he was when you started though.
"F-Fuck." The slick sound of your hand pumping him quickly is overwhelming. Your grip is tight on his shaft while you cup his balls, squeezing and teasing them gently, encouraging them to work overtime for you.
"I can't cum again. I can't." Bucky pants, whimpering when he forces his eyes to meet yours again.
"You told me that last time. I'm not sure when you decided it would be a good idea to lie to me but I promise you, it isn't." Your tone would make him tense but he's tense already, trying to hold back an orgasm he truly doesn't need.
"This is the last orgasm I want from you. You can manage it for me, can't you?" You sound so sincere this time, he can't help but agree.
"Good boy. Now cum nice and hard for me. I want to hear how pathetic you sound."
For the next few minutes, there are no sounds except the delightfully wet sound of your hand working lube and cum against his dick and the frantic moans of a man reaching a level of pleasure that verges just nicely on painful.
When he does cum, you let it splash against your palm once more and you notice how little he's able to provide you with. He's entirely empty, legs shaking but babbling how grateful he is for the way you touch him.
Now that he's spent, it feels like your turn to enjoy yourself while he watches and nothing sounds better than touching yourself with the hand that's covered in his cum.
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tags: kind of pervert izuku? reader is a virgin. izuku has dirty thoughts abt reader, thinks about doing all sorts of things to you. thinks about having sex with you, cumming inside of you, tasting you. doesn’t actually do any of that stuff to reader. lmk if i missed anything! not edited. nsfw!!! 18+
i think izuku would be very obsessed with taking your virginity.
like,, you guys are hovering in the space between close friends and lovers, the line a little too fuzzy at times. all he knows is that, he really really loves you, and that he wants more, and he wants you to want it too.
he’s already beyond crazy about you, and when izuku finds out that you’re a virgin, well, he goes a little insane.
he thinks, that he wants to be your first. he needs to be your first. he needs to be the first one to hold you in his hands — in his scarred arms. the first to touch and feel every single inch of your body, to memorize every single dip and crevice. first to run his mouth all over you, to taste what your skin feels like with his tongue and savor it for as long as he can.
izuku needs to be the first to feel you under the weight of his body, to feel how soft and pliant he knows you would be for him. needs to be the first to watch you come undone for him — under him — needs to see what you look like when you’re too fucked out of it to form any coherent sentences, to make any sense because you’re too drunk on the pleasure. first to whisper inside your ear that it’s alright, he’ll take care of you. he’ll make sure you’re okay, that you feel good.
he needs to be the first to know the face you make when you cum for him, the sounds that will fall out from your beautiful lips. needs to be the first to know what you feel like squeezing around his fingers, sucking his cock in. the first to cum inside of you, to paint your insides with him, mark you all for himself. he needs to be the first to make you fall apart all over his cock, the first to give you all the pleasure and more that he knows you deserve.
izuku knows, that he needs to be your first, and he knows damn well that he needs to be your last.
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this is probably discussed before and it’s right there in your header, why are eames and arthur dressed as each other in the first level of the dream?
I'm going to be on my BS here and you're probably going to slowly back away and say ash, wtf, take off the tin-foil hat but BUT, heres my take:
So, I think they take inspiration from each other: but on seperate levels. On the first, Arthur dresses like Cobb, they almost look like siblings in the way their mum made them wear the same outfit. This is out of necessity, Arthur needs to be a blunt instrument in this level, a thug, he doesn't need to appear or be refined in any way.
BUT Eames is dressed like Arthur even when he's being Peter Browning. We only see Peter Browning ever wear a plain white shirt. Take for instance below, Peter at work and Peter in the brief photo:
Even Fischers PROJECTION of Peter is wearing a plain white shirt:
HOWEVER when Eames forges Peter, Eames chooses to go with the exact same outfit that Arthur is wearing on the plane. Why? Either, like Arthur in leather, he thought he had to channel who he thought he needed to be - an assertive, powerful man (like Arthur) - or it really just was a Freudian slip and he simply had Arthur on the brain.
I like to think its a combination of both - because I know Eames didn't shadow Peter for that long only to mess up the shirt - he was thinking about Arthur even if he didn't realise it. He had Arthur all over his mind. He went to sleep on that plane looking at Arthur and THEN he got told two minutes later hey, uh, this might be the last time you ever see each other bc limbo and THEN this outfit moment:
Now, bear with me - on the second level everyone is dressed in a very interesting manner - Cobb/Mr Charles is dressed like Fischer - Ariadne is dressed like Saito in his very first appearance - and Arthur is dressed like Arthur save for the paisley tie - very curious because a) its not an Arthur tie, and b) it matches what Eames is wearing even without having seen him first. Arthur now knows he needs to be extra resourceful on this level, he needs to be wily, he needs to be creative, knowing what he knows now about the very real threat and possibility of limbo and c) maybe he needs some mental reassurance/comfort in a veritable warzone - it's the most cohesive these two are dressed, which has always been a study in contrast, and its especially reflected in the merry chase/go to sleep moment. These two outfits are finally complementary:
TLDR; I think how they dress reflects: a) who they think they need to be (drawing inspiration in each other), and b) changes when the stakes get much higher i.e. subconscious filtering
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a night with eddie
summary: pure smut. reader is hesitant to have sex with eddie bc she hasn’t shaved in a while. and of course, eddie is a complete gentleman about it *wink*
warnings: p in v sex unprotected (don’t do that!), overstimulation, squirting, brief cockwarming, kinda fluffy, 18+ MINORS DNI
word count: 1.7k
pairings: eddie munson x reader. y/n not used
you’re at eddie’s trailer, the two of you barely watching a random movie on the tv on a friday night. your head is in his lap as you lay on your side and eddie’s sitting up straight, his hand absentmindedly running through your hair. you giggle softly when his fingers ghost over the nape of your neck, squealing when it sends a tickling sensation down your spine.
“eddie, stop! ‘m ticklish there,” you pout, turning your head to meet his adoring gaze. his plushy pink lips tug at the corners into a playful smile that you mirror with your own. “not funny.”
“then why’re you laughin, baby?” he mocks your noises as he softly brushes his fingers against your neck again, trailing down the dip of your waist.
you let out uncontrollably loud laughs as you feel his warm fingers graze your exposed skin. “stop! i can’t take it anymore,” you manage in between giggles and eddie echoes your laughter as he stops his torment.
“okay, okay. ‘m done, promise.” he leans down and kisses your lips deeply, the hand that stayed resting on your rib cage starting to slowly drift down to your thighs.
you moan into his mouth when his hand snakes under the waistband of your sweatpants, your palms forcing his lips from yours in protest. “i- i haven’t shaved, eds. ‘s gross.” you mumble, feeling a huff of breath leaving his nose.
“gross? it’s just hair, baby. doesn’t bother me one bit,” eddie’s hand continues its way down your pants, making a point to slide his palm both ways against your clothed cunt. you grimace in embarrassment, hands flying up to cover your blushing cheeks. he’s not having it; bringing his free hand to pull both of yours away from your face, leaning down once more to seal your lips together in a hot kiss. “please don’t ever hide yourself from me, baby. i love you in every way, shape, or form that i can get you in.” he murmurs sweetly against your lips, leaving delicate kisses across your cheeks in between his words.
you wiggle your wrists free from eddie’s grip, planting them firmly on either side of his jaw to pull him back into you. he moans and grips the back of your knee, pulling it toward him to urge you up to his level. you obey his silent command, instantly tossing your legs off the couch before you’re wrapping them around eddie’s sitting figure. he quickly reattaches his soft mouth to yours, hands gripping at the soft, exposed flesh of your hips as he urges your sweatpants down. you moan as one of his cold rings glides gently across the top of your panties when he manages to fully expose them, your sweatpants bunched up under your ass.
“eddie,” you breathe when he pulls away for air, his teeth tracing your bottom lip as he did so.
“yes, baby?” he hums as his index finger slips past the barrier of your panties, calloused skin rough against your folds even when he’s trying to be sweet and gentle. you moan loudly, throwing your head back and eddie grins to himself. he prods his finger at your entrance, rubbing small circles around it as you let out noises of frustration.
“please - oh shit - fuck me, eddie.” you whine and thrust your hips against his hand, cunt dripping with anticipation. “please, eddie. need you.” he curses under his breath as you roll your hips forward again, his index finger slipping in with ease through your arousal.
he lets out a soft groan, pressing wet kisses along your neck as you lazily fucked yourself onto his hand. “christ, always so fuckin wet for me, sweetheart,” eddie bites his lip as he plunges a second finger into you, your gummy walls clenching his digits deliciously. he’s quick to match your thrusts as he flicks his wrist, whiny gasps leaving your mouth in time with each plunge. “how do you need me, baby? are my fingers enough?” he whispers with a tinge of cockiness in his voice, knowing what your answer was gonna be.
“n-no, not enough. need your cock, eddie. please,” you’re cut off mid sentence when his fingers curl deep inside of you, reaching your sweet spongey spot. “need you inside me so bad.” your head falls onto his shoulder as pleasure runs through you, your breath quickening with each snap of his wrist.
a wry laugh escapes eddie at your pleading words and abruptly removes his fingers from your dripping cunt, earning a surprised gasp from you. he quickly raises his fingers to his lips not far from yours and slips them into his mouth, sucking your wetness loudly as you watch with hooded eyes.
“it’s never enough, hmm? always gonna need my big fat cock to satisfy this pathetic little cunt, is that it?” his tone is low and sultry as his wet fingers gently press into your hips to urge you upward, allowing him to tug down his sweats and boxers enough to spring his cock free. drool nearly drips down your chin when your eyes meet his leaking head, the tip achingly pink and puffy.
without meeting eddie’s eyes, you nod with a hum in agreement, eyeing his cock in excitement. he chuckles as you’re clearly already fucked out just from the thought of him being inside of you. with a sudden urgency, you slam your hips back down into him, your clothed cunt grinding against his bare cock. he lets out a guttural groan, throwing his head back as he tensely grips your waist. “fuck. so needy, princess.” he mutters, hand quickly pushing your panties to the side as the other pumps the base of his throbbing cock.
“need you,” you whine, rolling your hips again, causing the head of his cock to slide between your folds. shivers tingle down eddie’s spine at the feeling of your unshaven cunt against his tip, an incredulous laugh leaving his lips.
“shit - hold still, baby. gonna make me cum before i even get inside.” his firm tone matches the grip his fingers have on your hips as he slowly sinks his cock into your aching hole.
“fffuck.” you stutter out curses that echo throughout the small living room of eddie’s trailer, feeling his thick cock split you wide open. he bottoms out with a long groan and his balls are heavy against your ass as he relishes in the feeling of your wet walls twitching around him.
“mmm. pretty little pussy taking me so well,” he moans to nobody in particular and his eyes roll back when he feels your walls clench in response to his words.
before you can beg for him to fucking move already, eddie’s lifting your hips to hover above his tip before he drops you back down hard against him. you scream out in pleasure as you feel his cock nudging your sweet spot and instead of staying buried deep inside you, he starts fucking you at a relentless pace. his hips start rutting up into yours to meet you halfway, his cock stuffing you to the brim each time. you slam your lips into his, the kiss all teeth and tongue as your bodies bounce into each other.
“you f-feel so fucking good, eddie. fuck fuck,” your words are breathless and quick as you feel your orgasm approaching already. he feels it too, the way your walls painfully tighten around his throbbing cock and it sends him reeling.
“shit - yeah? you like being fucked like this, princess? i can feel the way you - christ - choke my cock. god, i’mmmm - gonna cum soon, baby.” eddie’s thrusts falter as his moans send you over the edge, your orgasm taking over your body with loud screams of his name. “oh fuuuuck yes, baby. just like that, just. like. that,” his head falls back against the couch as he lets out a beautifully broken moan, hips stilling with his cock buried deep inside your fluttering cunt. your walls clench once more around him as hot ropes of cum spill inside of you and he raises his head to bite at your shoulder.
he rolls your hips lazily against his as the two of you come down from your highs. your cunt leaks a mixture of your arousals with a sinful sound as eddie’s cock slowly thrusts in and out, making sure he’s milked every last drop of cum from you. you whine softly when your clit rubs against his pelvic bone, the friction causing you to feel overstimulated.
“eddie,” you warn under your breath, groaning at the way his cock pulses against your sensitive walls. your noises instantly go to his dick and you feel him harden inside your cunt. “eddie, please.” your hands lace behind his head, pulling his face into your chest in attempt to bring him closer. his chuckle quickly turns into a groan as you grind against him, pushing his cock impossibly deeper.
“got another one for me, princess?” he teases, gripping your hips to keep you in place. “c’mon, baby. wanna see you squirt.” his fingers fly to your clit, rubbing harsh circles into your bundle of nerves as he pounds into you without leaving your cunt.
your second orgasm comes without warning, broken cries of eddie’s name tearing from your throat as stars fill your vision. you faintly hear the strained grunt that drips hotly off his tongue, your name repeated like a prayer between oh god’s and jesus christ’s as he watches your cum soak his thighs. the sight of you squirting around his cock stuffed deep inside your cunt has eddie cumming hard inside you for the second time. stopping all movements so the two of you can catch your breath, he slowly starts to pull his aching cock out of your spent hole before you grip his shoulders to stop him.
“wanna keep you inside a while longer. please,” you breathe heavily against eddie’s neck and he wraps his arms around your back to keep you steady.
“no complaints here, baby,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss against your neck that causes you to accidentally grind against him. eddie let’s out low growl, hugging you tighter to stop the friction. “shit, just don’t do that unless you wanna be fucked again.” you giggle softly at his moan, careful not to move against him.
it feels like you and eddie stay like that for hours, but you think you’d pay actual money to be like this with him for the rest of your life.
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I was rewatching s2 last night, and ohhh man mk looks over mei so much it's not even funny. times mei has been ignored:
maybe you need to really listen! (during the blindfold ep)
mk just? grabs stuff she's using out of her hands all the time? (video game ep)
maybe you shouldn't skip the tutorials? (video game ep again)
the way he addresses her in dumpling destruction and then immediately pushes her aside for tang
i honestly remember it lowkey kinda bothering me on first watch but now it's REALLY egregious on rewatch. are you scared? I'm so scared. do you WANT to end up like shadowpeach MK
2x03 is so rude because the whole fucking episode they're like "MK you don't listen" and it's so true. He doesn't. Pigsy literally points it out again at the end of 4x14 with the whole sun screen bit:
Pigsy: "Tch, don't bother, I've been telling him that for years but he LITERALLY never listens."
Sun Wukong: "Yep! That's how we role."
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THEY'RE SO FUCKING RUDE. "That's how we role." We. We????? Wukong and MK???? Like WHATEVER. FINE. (("I told you going against the Jade Emperor was a bad idea, but no. Wukong doesn't listen to ANYONE! He just does whatever he wants" Like shut up. Shut up!))
MK gets so stuck in his own head ("You're all stuck up in your own head! None of this is your fault!" +1 to the MK ignoring Mei counter from 4x08) and I think that really contributes to his s2 scramble to get more powerful.
LIKE:
MK: "Stop? Now? Never! I just have to try harder. It's just like the Monkey King said! *laughs manically* I just need to get stronger!"
(2x06 Game On)
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MK: "Why didn't he just stop, right here? He was already so much stronger than anyone ever needed to be!"
Macaque: "Wukong didn't think so, he always felt he had to be stronger—more immortal."
(4x11 A Lifetime of Mistakes)
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(Bonus thing between eps 2x03 and 2x06, look at 0:42 in this video for MK hearing Mei but not listening to her. Because of course that's what he would do. *head in my hands .png*)
The terrible s2 choices both Wukong and MK make in relation to their friends is just absolutely delicious after 4x11. Like, OH. This has been a lifelong pattern of Wukong's—paranoia is one of his fatal flaws (paired with his terrible communication and self-sacrificial nature), and while he had the power to stop LBD before he still feel's the need to go after the Samadhi Fire to stop her now, and to protect MK.
Hold on look at this parallel that I don't know what to do with:
MK: "Ugh, I can't do it!"
Mei: "It's alright MK—you did it before, you'll do it again!"
Sandy: "Yeah! Maybe it's like Monkey King said: the power will come when you need it most!"
(3x04 The Winning Side)
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MK: "What! But you said the Samadhi fire was the only thing that could stop her!"
Sun Wukong: "I KNOW WHAT I SAID! But I've beaten her before I'll- I'll do it again! Mei was right—I need to stop dragging you into my fights, all of you."
(3x10 The Samadhi Fire)
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Wukong and MK's reach for power inspires a lot of fear in me! It does! Because, well, MK's current reach for power is going to lead him to his Monkey Form, and uh:
Like I'm scared. I'm scared!
"All doomed to play a role in tearing this world apart!" ; "This is Azure's utopia, and this barren wasteland is the price he paid to build it." ; "I'd do anything for my friends! But at the cost of the world?" "I'm sorry pal, ain't NOTHIN' worth that price!"
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