#whining. mean to meee...

[pawbeanies]

Imagine if we were brothers and whenever I get bored I can just come into your room and use your mouth, no asking, no words at all, just my cock in your mouth. Doesn't matter whether you're busy, I own my little brother's holes.

Mom and dad are home? I don't care, leave the door open and force you to be quiet as I try and squeeze sounds out of you.

Your friends are over? Let them watch as I pound you stupid and make you cry out of embarrassment.

In the mood to annoy you? I cum inside you and leave you wanting so you have to finish yourself off, fingers sticky with me.

I'd never let you shower alone again, and probably force you to need to take multiple a day.

I could force you under my desk while I study or play games while on call with my friends and force you to throat me until you cried.

Maybe I could make fucking your mouth part of my morning routine before we go to school and blame for you making me late.

wait sorey anon this has been in the box for a while and i sincerely apologize but ?!?!! oh my god ???!!!! i cant even come up with a good response to this one just. meanie to me ?!!!!! mean to me ?!?!(!!!! meaaaan ........... im telling on you anon ............ (except i cant because maybe this is ok. and maybe it can continue. not because i would like it at all but. but. but

[unearthlyeclipse]

ROBERT "BOB" REYNOLDS :: SENTRY :: VOID P!LINKS // NSFW/SMUT

A/N: This was made for my two irl besties since we've been giggling about these guys all week. It's a lovely movie, by the way. GO WATCH IT!!! Also, THANK YOU ALL FOR 100+ FOLLOWERS THIS LITERALLY MEANS THE WORLD TO MEEE!! This post is a bit lengthy but I'm pretty sure you all won't mind ;)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smut, teasing, edging, mutual masturbation, spanking, fingering, cunnilingus, blowjob, size difference (?), creampie, overstimulation, brat taming (?), minor lactation, titfucking, sex toys, let me know if I miss any!!

Sentry You and Sentry having some fun with mutual masturbation. Teasing Sentry till he cums into your hand, a moaning mess. Sentry practically melted when he saw how mesmerized you were by his girth. Sentry was holding himself back from plowing your insides. The way your moans filled the room had him flustered. Sentry gripping your ass as he fucks up into you in desperation. A vocal Sentry fucking you senseless. Sentry prioritizing your orgasm first. Sentry still believes you don't know his worth.

Bob (IMG) Bob showing you some love early in the morning. Despite how timid he could be, Bob loves watching your face as he fucks you. Bob loves watching your hips jolt against his face. Once Bob ate you out the first time, he couldn't resist your taste. You and Bob cumming together as he rut inside of you like a dog. Bob and you getting intimate after a rough day. Finally allowing Bob to cum inside of you, whimpering mindlessly. Edging Bob in order to hear his pretty cries. You and Bob making a film for each other whenever you are separated, but he couldn't help but hide his face as you stroke him. Titfucking a needy Bob.

Void Void loves watching you cry his name while you're beneath him. You can't help but squirm while Void has you over his lap, crying from the motions of his hands. He wanted to see you in the black lingerie he gave you. Void fucking your throat. Whining like a mess while Void had you tied up, holding a vibrator to your poor, aching clit. Void slamfucking you after being suppressed for so long. He had watched the others have their fun with you, but he had been neglected, now grown far too jealous to handle. Void making you cum on his tongue then holding your leg and overstimulating you. Void holding you down and eating you out to get that cheeky smile off your face. Void using one of your toys on your cunt.

ALL of them (no threesomes unfortunately,,, FREAKS)

Running your hand through their hair as they suck your breasts tenderly.

They can't help but be vocal as you're sucking their dicks.

They love listening to you cry out with every thrust.

They're addicted to watching you squirm beneath their tongues, holding your torso down while your grind against their faces.

You were TRYING to make them breakfast, but it would have to wait.

Enjoying their favorite meal.

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ ah-ah, barbie, you're so fine! ❞

special treatment : thighs edition

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : kamo choso + itadori yuuji + higuruma hiromi + ryomen sukuna

☾₊‧⁺...cw : pussy eating, facesitting, somnophilia, dirty talk, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, desperation, oral fixation, squirting, creampie, choso being whiny, yuuji being a little shit, yuuji is 21yrs & a college student, hiromi being pussydrunk, sukuna being whipped

✧ k. choso : poor choso, ever since the first time he's gotten a taste of what's between your thighs, he's begging you every day just to eat your cunt. but today? today must be a bad day, because choso is desperate. his already between your thighs, whimpering and whining as he mouths at you through your underwear, tears in his eyes as he begs you to give him a little taste. once you do, his eyes are rolling back just from the first lick.

"you taste so good, fuck, so good, thank you, thank you, mmph, so delicious, i can't get enough." "can you cum again? i know it's been 4 times already, but please? please, please, pleaase, pretty thing, i need itttt..." "oh my goddd, you're cumming? yes, yes, cum on my tongue, pretty please, i'll fuck you so good after, just keep cumming, don't hold back." "stop-stop running away, i know your pretty pussy is all sensitive b-but i just, i can't stop...but you know you can say the safeword and i'll stop, right? ...what? you-you like being overstimulated...? fuck, fuck, okay, let me make you squirt on my tongue then i'll fuck you good, okay?"

✧ i. yuuji : yuuji's always been a smug little shit whenever it came to teasing you. what starts off with him tickling you and blowing raspberries into your stomach turns nto hot kisses against your stomach that let down to the waistband of your underwear as he pushes your shirt up higher on your body. he can't help but grin up at you when he notices the wet spot on your panties from his little kisses.

"d'awww, bunny, y'so cute! look at how wet you are. is that 'cus of me? ehehe, i know, i know, teasing is mean, but i can't help it...you're just so adorable." "y'know i can practically feel your heartbeat whenever i kiss it? mhm, i can feel that, pretty girl. don't cover your face, baby, you're so cute!" "your thighs are so soft. i could stay between here forever, fuck goin' to classes or missions, i'd rather just eat you out until you pass out." "open up these legs a little more, let me get my fingers in there...thereeee we go, such a pretty lil' bun, aren't you?" "you're so messy! did i do this to you? yeah? aww, my pretty girl likes meee! i felt how you squeezed on my fingers! so cute!

✧ h. hiromi : ever since you made a comment about his nose, saying 'doja is right about big noses' in passing to him, hiromi has been curious. curious enough to the point where he looks it up, seeing the video of said woman. so, you wanted to sit on his face and grind on his nose, hm? you've never sat on his face before but he was sure to change that.

"i don't care if you think i'll die, i want you to sit on my face. i'm giving you the chance to either have control of your pace or let me do what i want with you. so, what's your decision?" "see? it's not that bad, angel, you forget your husband isn't some weakling...now c'mon on, get yourself right over my mouth, let me taste you." "god, you're so beautiful like this. i need you on my face more often, you're dripping all over my mouth...such a good girl for me." "heh...i knew you said my nose was perfect for sitting on but i didn't realize it would get you this riled up. go ahead, sweet thing, you can keep grinding that clit on it...just like that, just let me make you feel good." "good lord, i never wanna leave between your thighs. so fucking sweet, shit, angel, you've got me wrapped around that pretty finger. c'mon, let me devour you all night, i'll let you get up when i'm done."

✧ r. sukuna : getting sukuna to lay on his back without him instantly taking control of the situation was easier than you thought. hell, even crawling up higher so that you were hovering over his face was too. but little did you know, sukuna was intrigued, liking the side of you where you would just take control of him, knowing that only you had the right to do that...especially if it meant he got to eat you until you soaked his face.

"you know i should kill you for thinking you can just sit on my face like i'm some kind of personal chair. i am the king of curses, not a piece of furniture...what? ...hm. i guess you do look...good over me like this." "...huh? sorry, i wasn't listening. when are you going to sit on my face? you keep blabbering, but i can see the way that sticky cunt is dripping for me. are you gonna just let it go to waste?" "oh. shit. you've been holdin' out on me, haven't you, diamond? shit, i can see all of you from down here...nah, keep grinding on my face, little one, use me for your pleasure...let me see you cum on my mouth." "such a fucking slut. my mouth is coated in your cum, but you still wanna keep going? my tongue that good for you?" "no, no, i'm not letting you back down until you beg, diamond. tell me how badly you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue...hm. good enough."

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[megapteraurelia]

suna rintaro who responds with "that's crazy, i was thriving." when you tell him you miss him.

suna rintaro who leans close whilst you're talking, enough to fluster you and have your breath hitch, pretending like his hand isn't resting high on your thigh. he blinks passively, "what? i'm listening. keep on going."

suna rintaro who stares with the coldest look in his eyes when somebody throws shade at you, his voice sounding bored but you know him, know the sharpness in his tone, the concealed annoyance at somebody insulting you. though, once he shames that person away, he turns to you and directs that look at you, "anyway, you still suck. don't think you're hot shit now."

he keeps you close to him the rest of the evening, hand curled against your waist.

suna rintaro who pretends to break up with you over every little thing. the amount of times he slowly stands up when you steal his food?

"it's been a good run. i'll always remember you. kind of," only to snicker when you tug him back from his sleeves, allowing you to whine in his ear about how he's so mean as his hands settle on your neck, thumbs pressing down on your mouth. when he pulls your lower lip down to inspect your teeth, the quick peek of your tongue has his dick stirring.

he thinks he might just make you swallow his spit like that.

suna rintaro who doesn't like to leave hickeys where people can see them. he likes to do them on places that you'll feel, that are meant just for him — low on your ribs, behind your knees, near your hip bones.

suna rintaro who has his hands underneath your waistband, fucking in and out of you slowly, thumb ever-present on your swollen nub only to murmur, "you're shaking already? that's cute, baby. i haven't even done anything yet," sounding so composed, loves having you open wide and dripping wet on his lap, playing with you for his sake, "you sound so sweet when you're desperate, can't even think straight."

suna rintaro who withholds his touch until you've satisfied his ego, who makes you ask, not just once but over and over until your voice is shaking and your pride is beside his feet on the floor, "say please. again. again. hmm, yeah, one more time. that's not how you beg, baby. try again. prettier this time."

suna rintaro who replays your voice audios, breathy, wrecked, stuttering and moaning his name, at the most random of times; who loves to watch you grow embarrassed, who imitates you because putting you on the spot like that has his pants grow tight.

who enjoys recreating it even more, pushing your face into the bed sheets, who has you choke on your spit, "you're so loud. you want the whole building to know how much of a slut you are? how good i fuck you? nuh-uh, don't hide your face, let me see it."

suna rintaro, everybody.

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[babyleostuff]

𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝜗𝜚 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: fluff 𝜗𝜚 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: dad!mingyu x mom!reader 𝜗𝜚 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 588

⦗💌 ⦘ mingyu loves his two girls to death. even if he gets bullied by them on a daily basis.

“daddy! daddy look!” a comically small hand grabbed the hem of mingyu’s jumper, and pulled at it. with a small smirk (that obviously went unnoticed by the carbon copy of his wife because according to her he was a giant), mingyu turned his head towards the sky, just to tease the little girl. 

“mommy!” she whined, wrapping both of her arms around mingyu’s legs, “daddy is ignoring me again!” 

you sighed, and shook your head. what was supposed to be a nice post-dinner stroll around the neighbourhood turned into the usual - mingyu teasing your little girl with no end, because a minute of peace was too much for him. at least bopul was behaving himself. 

but then an idea struck you. mingyu could tease you and your daughter as much as he wished, but you both had him wrapped around your little fingers, and there wasn’t much you had to do to leave your husband pouty and sulky. you crouched in front of your little girl, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “tell daddy no kisses for a week. and no pre-bedtime cuddles,” you whispered, and kissed her cheek gently. 

she nodded vigorously, matching your bright smile. a lot of people told you she looked exactly like you (except for mingyu’s eyes, and the little mole on her nose), but her personality had to be even more similar to yours. making mingyu suffer had to be one of her favourite things as well. 

“kim mingyu,” she said, tilting her head towards the sky. “up,” she added and put her hands up, something she did whenever she wanted mingyu to carry her. 

“gosh, when did you become so bossy, hm?” he cooed at her, but the little girl didn’t fall for her dad's sudden change of heart. 

“mommy is bossy, and i want to be like mommy,” she said as a matter of fact, like that didn’t just make your heart burst with love. “besides , that’s not the point,” she took mingyu’s face in her tiny hands, “no kisses, and no pre-bedtime cuddles for you, daddy.” 

you had to stifle a laugh, as the corners of your husband’s mouth momentarily turned down. “w-what do mean no-”

“no, daddy. you were being mean to me,” your daughter smushed his cheeks in between her hands. “and,” she leaned into mingyu’s ear, “you won’t get any kisses from mommy either. she’s angry too.” 

mingyu looked over his daughter's shoulder and sent you a pleading look. "i was just joking," he said, the slight pout evident in his voice. your little girl giggled and snuggled into her daddy's neck, making mingyu tighten his embrace around her. "girls, please."

“not this time, kim mingyu,” you smiled and walked over to your daughter and husband. "us girls have to stick together, right honey?" you rubbed the girl's cheek, making her laugh even more.

"yes, mommy," she said and nodded eagerly.

mingyu sighed and shook his head in resignation. if it was anyone else he’d keep fighting just to strike their nerve even more, but when he looked down at you smiling fondly at your little bundle of love and chaos that he was holding in his arms, mingyu didn’t have it in him to keep teasing his daughter. 

“i love you two so much, you know” he said. “and if you won’t give me kisses, then you can be damn sure i will.” 

“words min-,” 

“oh shut up,” he said, and wrapped his free arm around your waist to pull you to his chest.

natalia's note: i don't know how children work, so if something is inaccurate - sorry (i have no idea why i wrote this)

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[twilghtkoo]

oh how you love longhair!jungkook . . .

pairings. jungkook x reader (f)

genres/aus. fluff, smut, established relationship

warnings. long hair jungkook, oral (f receiving), minor cum play, hair pulling, fingering, squirting, finger sucking

notes. wrote something about long hair haechan awhile ago, it’s only fair i write about long hair kook too 🙇🏻‍♀️ likes and reblogs appreciated !! stay safe and healthy <33

masterlist

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"ahh, this is annoying." you hear jungkook from the kitchen, not really talking to you but voicing his thoughts aloud. you turn your head away from the laptop in your lap towards the man fighting the hair in his face as he towers over the kitchen sink.

you laugh to yourself, focus back on your laptop screen.

"yah, are you laughing? help meee," he pointedly stares at you while you fake innocence.

you sigh, placing your laptop on the coffee table in front of you before marching to the kitchen. jungkook is attempting to move the hair out of his face with his shoulder as he scrubs a plate clean. his bare wrists missing his usual black hair tie that would suit his wrist, so you just use on yours that was meant for you.

"girlfriend here fulfilling girlfriend duties sir!" you jokingly say in a deep voice and saluting as the cherry on top. the corner of his lips lift slightly as he scoffs.

you stand behind him as he pauses what he's doing to lean his head back so you can reach. you strategically use your fingers to comb through his hair as you carefully gather a fistful and quickly tie it up. made sure to not tie it too tight because he gets headaches if they're too tight. you step back and admire your work.

"better?" you ask.

"much, thank you." he exhales. with that you were going to turn around but he stops you.

"wait, kiss!" he urged.

—

"is that my headband?" you tilt your head at the sight in front of you.

jungkook washing his face with—pretty sure it's yours— a cute tiger headband pushing back his hair. soap suds coating his entire face.

he squints his eyes at you. "perhaps?" he says questioningly.

"what do you mean perhaps, that is mine." you snickered, walking past him to do what you originally came in the bathroom for.

"sorry baby, i don't know where mine went."

you flush the toilet and stand beside him to use the other sink to wash your hands. "it's okay, i'll buy you another one."

next day . . .

"really? a cooky headband?" he doesn't even look surprised, yet slowly a smile is creeping it's way onto his face. you just looked so excited when you came back from the store.

"it's fitting! it's literally you." you shoot your arms out, gesturing to him. "plus, now we can do face masks together."

—

"oh, fuck," you cried out, fingers harshly pulling his head into your center as he greedily licks into your cunt.

your stomach moving up and down from the uncontrollable breaths you're taking in and letting out. the pads of your fingers dig into his scalp and the feeling only urges him on more as he grinds into the bed. he's sure he looks pathetic humping the mattress, but your sounds and touch made him desperate and he did not give a fuck.

"taste so fucking good..."

"smell so fucking good..." he curses out in between munching on your juicy pussy.

you let out a strangled cry as his tongue leaves your hole and moves onto your clit, sucking at it. gripping frantically for anything and finding a pillow, you buck your hips, wanting more. needing more. the noises he makes as he eats you out were ungodly. whining, groaning, short breaths as he presses into your folds.

he did not want to stop, he was pussy drunk. his hands slowly drag its way up from your ankle to your leg then where you were needily craving. two of his fingers brush against your hole.

"hmph, kookie," god that nickname. the way it sounds coming out of your lips. the way it sounds in this extremely lewd situation. the way it's just you.

he huffs out. "shit," his fingers pumping into you fast and relentless.

his free hand moves to hold your hips down, licking and sucking on the sensitive bud harder. he felt you tighten around his fingers, your walls fluttering.

"i can't, i can't- oh fuuuck!"

"mmh," he groans out as you both cum. his warm cum coating the inside of his briefs leaving a sticky, uncomfortable mess. your juices are creating a pool from the dip in the bed created from the weight of your ass.

he pulls out his fingers, leisurely, as he sits up on the back of his shins, his thigh muscles become prominent and you clench around nothing from the sight. but you seriously cannot take a fourth orgasm. his face glistening from the meal he just had and hairs sticking out from his once neat man bun.

your body begins to calm down, with shaky legs you slide your feet up and open your legs to make room for him. holding out your hand for him to take he lets you pull him down, at your mercy, his arms on either side of your head. you reach up to pull his hair free from the ponytail, his thick waves cascading down from his neck.

taking a moment to admire the bare beauty in front of you. his cheeks painted a faint red from the previous rounds in here, his baby hairs stringy and sticking to his forehead and sideburns from sweat. the beauty marks that makeup and cameras cannot capture and only people close up can see. your hand comes up to gently cup his face and you almost cry when you can see him physically melt into your hand, his eyes fluttering shut while your thumb makes soft strokes.

you blindly reach for his hand that was penetrating you minutes before and take them in your mouth. your tongue lapping around his digits, humming at the taste of yourself.

he’s getting lost at the sight of you.

finally opening your eyes, he slowly pulls his fingers out from your mouth. the tips of his fingers dragging down slowly from your bottom lip, watching it bounce back. his eyes zone in on the wet streak he’s leaving down to your collarbone.

“we made a mess.” he mumbles, smirking.

“oops,” you shrug, smiling.

[kendalzu]

RIDE TILL YOU CANT NO MORE.

boothill x reader | HEAVY SMUT | improper use of gas tank | improper use of USB cord. | riding fingers | cowboy man rhrhhrrhhrrhrh 🤤🤤🤤 | dom to sub teehee | BOOTHILL BRAINROT.

“just like that my honey— ride them just like that. make yourself feel good.” Boothill hissed into your ear, his sharp teeth threatening to nip at your oh so sweet neck. your moans echoing against the small room you guys were in, he kissed you harshly to shut you up.

“honeybun— shut up, you don’t want to get caught now do ya’?” his fingers curling up into your tight hole. but you had enough of his teasing and ‘mean’ remarks. you found the hole below his back, and managed to stick one of your fingers in the hole.

“hey now— that’s not.. mmgf.” his sweet whimper made you want more from him, so that’s exactly what you did. he was so adorable— putting up a face for you, but touch the right places and he will fold. his humanoid metal figure turing his gears— quite loudly..

“honey, shut up now will ya?” you mocked him while inserting one more finger inside him, making his mouth tremble and fight back his moans, but he just couldn’t help himself. his eyes were telling you everything that you needed to know.

unexpectedly— you started toying with the USB’s to the side of his waist, dragging your finger across the rectangular window of wires. if it was possible for cyborgs to cry, he would be sobbing right now.

the pleasure was all too much for him, he whined and begged you to stop or he would shut down from pure pleasure. “honey, honey please! you can’t do this to meee..” his words extended, legs bucking before his eyes went black— he shut down.

the night ended with some kisses, and you bought him home to recharge him.

[prncessrindou]

Hiii! First time requesting but can I request Rindou? Like imagine him showing up with piercings down there 😳

“why haven’t you told meee!?” you questioned, pouncing on rindou as soon as he entered your bedroom.

“what are you talking about!?” rindou asked, his hands flying around your waist as you tried to straddle him. he was confused, to say the least . . he didn’t know why you seemed so happy all of a sudden.

you let out a sigh then put on a cute pout on your face, “and i thought i was your best friend!” you mumbled, folding your arms together and making your boobs sit up higher.

“wha— you are my best friend!” rindou protested.

“then why you didn’t tell me about your dick piercing?!”

rindou’s mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out. he was shocked that you even found out about it and he thinks he has a good idea of knowing who told you.

“lemme guess, ran told you?”

you nodded your head and giggled. “yep!”

rindou rolled his eyes and mumbled lowly — something about how ran can’t keep his fucking mouth shut for nothing, but you on the other hand was excited about his new piercing.

“sooo..” you said with a smirk.

rindou shrugged his shoulders, “so what?”

“tell me how in the fuck did you even get the piercing. i mean, i wanna know all the details and stuff.” you said.

rindou chuckled, “didn’t know my dick was so popular.” he said laughing lightheartedly.

you rolled your eyes and softly punched his chest. “just tell meee!!!” you whined, pouting once again.

“heh, ok ok. chill!” he replied, “ok so, ran and i was in roppongi at one of the clubs. long story short, i got hell of drunk and made a bet with someone but i ended up losing the bet annddd now i have a dick piercing.” he said, shrugging his shoulders.

“did it hurt?” you asked with curious doe eyes.

rindou shook his head. “nah… i was super drunk so i didn’t feel much of it.”

you started to bite down on your bottom lip, thinking of the next thing you were going to ask. “um— have you used it yet?”

“whaddya mean?”

“i mean, like, tried it out on someone…”

“nah, i just been beating my shit. the piercing adds a lot of stimulation though, so i kinda like it.” rindou responds.

you lean forward towards rindou’s face. “would you want to try it on me?” you asked softly, biting your bottom lip.

rindou’s ears and cheeks become a shade of red, gulping down hard as you stared into his eyes with your pretty ones. you began grinding your hips on his clothed cock and he couldn’t help but place his hands on your plush thighs.

“yeah, i’m down for it if you are.” rindou says nonchalantly, trying to sound all cool but it didn’t matter how he sounded because you leaned over and kissed him anyways.

maybe it’s true that ran runs his mouth too much, but he came in clutch by telling you about his brother’s piercing . . rindou is so gonna thank ran when all of this is over. :)

[munsster]

road trip (trope bingo)

A/N: thought i might try this format out. also introducing a new face to my tumblr repertoire. i’ve written marvel before, just never on this site. enjoy!! (gif creds: @bubbarnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: You think Bucky is shallow for rejecting a pretty stranger in North Dakota. Little do you know. 1.6k words

Warnings: fluff, dummies not talking about their feelings, pet names (doll), slight angst but resolved, perhaps mutual pinging, a really good hug, playful bullying, cursing

"Ooh, she's cute."

You've been doing this for over an hour. He's downed at least four coffees by now. And the worst part is you call it finding a suitable mate. But he's just not interested in the women you're scouting for him at a rest stop a few miles out from Fargo, North Dakota. He would've just left, gone and sat in the truck, but he'd feel bad leaving you rambling to yourself when you're the one paying for this meal.

"Come on, Buck, you're no fun," you huff, dropping your spoon into the thick mug now emptied of hot cocoa.

"You're right. Can we go now?" He starts to slide out of his seat when you scoff. He goes still like a deer in headlights. This should be fun.

"James Buchanan, you're telling me none of the lovely ladies in this diner tickle your fancy? Not even third barstool? She's tall, Buck, like... model tall," you suggest with your brows raised.

"I'm not... we're in North Dakota, you think that's what I'm lookin' for?"

"Just one date! You wouldn't take her on one, single date? The little bar across the street seems sensible, why not?"

"Um—"

"Tell meee," you whine, leaning over the sticky, vinyl tablecloth with a pout.

He shrugs. "Not my type."

"Bullshit. She's everybody's type. She's my type, Bucky. Are you blind or just plain stupid?"

"I'm not interested."

You pull a face like you're offended on her behalf. Bucky rolls his eyes and wishes you'd drop it.

"Oh, I get it," you say. Leaned back, arms stretched across the length of the seat, you huff and glare at him. "You think you're too good for her, huh? Just 'cause she's a North Dakota ten, and you're a Brooklyn eight, you think that makes you better, don't you?"

"What? An eight?" he mumbles, shaking his head.

"Ugh, you men gross me out sometimes. Massive egos, teensy little brains," you say, slapping a twenty on the table and standing with a vicious squint. "Well, let me learn you something, James"—you loom over him and poke your pointer finger at his chest—"you're shallow, and you're no better than her. You prob'ly couldn't take her out if you wanted to. Goodnight."

You huff and walk away, but he chuckles and calls after you: "It's noon, doll." Flipping him off, you march out into the parking lot. He considers the woman for a moment. You called him a Brooklyn eight. She's pretty, he'll admit, but he wasn't lying when he said he wasn't interested. Bucky's seen the far stretches of the Earth, which means he's seen women of all forms. Accountants and soldiers from all over, all professions, all languages. All beautiful. But nothing intrigues him quite as much as you do.

...

"Did you ask her out, or are you choosing to remain a coward?" You've got your boots propped on the dashboard, the truck bumbling eighty down the highway. An emery board swipes back and forth at your middle fingernail as you snap your bubblegum.

"Come on, doll, play nice. We're leavin' anyway, didn't want to hurt her feelings," he grumbles.

"Tough. Doesn't make you any less of a pussy, Barnes."

You flick the nail file at his cheek and drop your feet heavily on the hot car mat. You called him a Brooklyn eight. You cringe at the remembrance while Bucky revels in it. He even grinned stupid all the way back to the parking lot. To himself, but still. He hates how deep under his skin you are. He hates how he likes the itch.

His tongue twists with all the things he could have said. He should have said. But he grips the steering wheel tight and drives till you cross the border into Minnesota.

"Wanna go anywhere before Wisconsin? They've got... lakes here," he shyly suggests, voice soft, hoping you'll just ignore him and turn up the radio. He doesn't think you'll ever ignore him, even if he did prefer it.

"Only if I could push you into one of them."

"Listen, kid—"

"Kid? That's great, Bucky. It's getting dark, why don't we just find a motel." You cross your arms. The cold is getting to you. Even in a down jacket and two pairs of pants. It gets like that up north.

He does what you tell him because the last thing he needs is for you to hold another grudge against him. This one's quaint, so he gets the last double available, chuckling nervously when the older woman at the front desk mistakes you for a married couple.

"Sure you don't want a single, honey? Not gettin' any kids outta separate beds—"

"Nope—thanks, miss—that's—double is fine, double's perfect, thanks," he huffs. You chuckle.

She gives a rolling, belly laugh, head tossed back as she croaks, "Won't file any noise complaints against youse! Have a fun night."

"Geez, she was great," you sigh, still smiling from the ridiculous interaction. You flop face down onto the bed closest to the window, rattling the ice from the crevices in your boots. It crunches to the floor and you wriggle out of your coat as Bucky locks himself into the pale yellow bathroom.

He starts mumbling from the other side of the door, so you sit up and toe your boots onto the floor with a thud. Digging your fingertips into the edge of the hastily tucked sheets, you stare at a wine stain in the middle of the beige carpet. At least it smells nice in here. Even if half the lights are out, and cable doesn't come through clear enough to watch.

You find yourself, cheek pressed to the door, eyes wide as you listen through the flimsy wood.

"I don't think so, Steve. No, listen, it's like... beyond repair. She wouldn't take an apology even if I knew what i was sorry for—no—she's way too good for me, I can't do that to her."

Still moping over women found in North Dakota's lowest rated diners? That's highly unlike him. But even Bucky's a wildcard six-thousand miles into a roadtrip. You press closer, chewing your lip and closing your eyes.

"No, no, everything—this stuff's easier for you, pal, you don't get it, 'kay? I'm just saying... I mean, even a stranger thought we were married"—What—"has to mean something, right? Even strangers are realizing... there's something... there. I just don't want to accidentally—no, I know, not like that, I mean...well, I like her a lot and I don't want it to scare her—"

You back up slightly, hands held in front of you like surrender. Not out of fear, but realization. That's why he didn't ask her out. Or even fish for her number. Because—

You hit the floor with a thump.

"Steve. I gotta go."

The door whips open and floods the room with warm light. You scramble to your feet.

"Were you... I was just talking to... Did you hear any of that?"

You shake your head. He shoves his hands into the shallow pockets of his jeans.

"Okay," he says with a nod, "good." He blows hot air out of his mouth and runs a swift hand through his hair. But he doesn't meet your eyes. Like a little kid so terrified of fibbing that he'd rather swim deeper into the abyss than float to the surface. Can't catch his damn breath around here.

"So..."

"Goodnight, Bucky!" you chirp, turning on your heel with a whoosh of air. And he stops you in your tracks, hand on your bicep. You don't turn back around, stuck staring at the foot of your bed.

"Doll," he whispers, roped up by fear and a pinch of self-pity. Attending his own funeral with a sick smile on his face. "Just how much did you hear."

You spin on the balls of your feet, going hot in the face, fueled by the electricity at his fingertips. "A lot."

"Oh."

You nod and try your best non-psychotic smile. "Sorry."

"No, no... don't be," he says, trying his own. So you're just a couple of smirking idiots at a stalemate in a stale motel room. A couple of idiots with feelings for each other. Unresolved feelings. Unspoken, too.

"I actually—could I?" You point behind him into the cramped bathroom, and he lets go of you like it's his last move before you put him in check. Before he has to hand you the game. Though, he'd do that in a heartbeat. Every game of his is yours. "Thanks."

"No problem." He shuts his eyes when you close the door with a calculated tenderness. Like you don't want to frazzle his poor heart.

But then why would you open the door again? Why would you wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle into his back? Why would you make it all so much worse and spread your fingers over his abdomen, taking a deep breath when he runs his hand down your forearm and turns to face you. Then you melt with his strong arms holding you thisclose.

"Like you a lot, too, Barnes. You're just a big dunce a lot of the time. But that's like... half the draw or whatever," you mumble into his shoulder. And you've never been this close, and he thinks he could pass out. Become a chalk outline in a dusty motel in Minnesota. But if it happened like this, he'd be okay with that statistic.

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[suiana]

dear miss/mister demon can you pleasee pretty please write a nfsw fic about the sleepy yandere where the readers being a bit bratty (on pupose) and he gets mad and then h*rny and decides to teach reader a lesson (just a thought yk PLZPLZPLZPLZPLZPLZ I BEG DO THIS 4 MEEE)

ok baeb just for you

your boyfriend was fed up with your shit. not only had you disturbed his slumber by poking him on his little weiner several times, but you also refused to accept that you were in the wrong.

"come on, just say sorry."

"el.... s-skibidi..."

see what he means? you're just being so disrespectful. what else was he to do other than to continue punishing you? you deserved it after all.

'such a brat,'

he thinks, hands gripping your throat as his hips meet yours again. the sound of skin slapping against skin was obscene and downright filthy. but who really cares? in fact, he loves it.

your soft mewls and whines only serve to rile him up even more.

"that's right, moan for me baby. use those pretty lips to show me how good i make you feel."

your usually sleepy boyfriend grunts, his free hand on your hip as he continues to thrust into your overstimulated hole. his eyes flicker up to your restrained hands, a small smile crawling up his features as he sees the way your hands have stopped trying to break the restraints.

'beautiful.'

your boyfriend thinks that you look most beautiful like this. all pretty and pliant, not trying to get on his nerves. that blissed out face of yours did wonders to his self esteem, knowing that he was the one who made you like that.

the only one to make you feel this good.

lazily trailing a hand down your body, his touch felt like electricity on your skin. the way you shiver under his fingers sent another jolt of heat down his spine.

"fuck, you're so hot. if you apologize I'll let you cum okay?"

however, you just had to go and fuck it all up by shaking your head. damn it, even when he was being so nice, you just had to go ahead and act like a stupid brat all again, huh?

he grits his teeth, eyebrows furrowing in irritation. his hips still, hand on your hips tightening before he suddenly pulls out, leaving your hole clenching down on nothing. the loss makes you whine, but your boyfriend had other ideas.

"stupid brat. if you're going to act like this you won't have the pleasure of feeling me."

your eyes widen immediately. oh no.

"oh yes,"

your boyfriend purrs, pulling out the vibrator.

"now, let's see whether you'll finally apologize."

[alanaaii]

You play too much. ☆

req ; Here is an idea I had so what it Connie and y/n was play fighting and Connie accidentally slapped her so she gets quiet and gives him the silent treatment

sorry it took me so long! ill make this quick n cute.

You and connie were chilling on the couch watching some of your real life crime documentaries. Connie was laying on your stomach as you rubbed his head. A gasp come from your lips as you pay attention to the tv. Connie thought it would be a clever idea to start squishing your stomach. “con stop” you giggled as you pushed his hand away. He kept squishing until you plucked his hand. “why mama? i jus wanna feel on you”

You give him the “ifyoudontgetyohandsoffofme” look. He move his hand to your thigh before squeezing it. “con stop before i-“ “before you what?” You try to get up but before you know it connie wrapped his arms around you and picked you up. “stop before you drop meee”. You whine while hitting on his shoulders to let you down . After a minutes before he complies. He drops you and slaps your ass, leaving a burning feeling. “you play too mf’n much” as you softly hit him on the chest, he accidentally slaps you. Not hard enough to the point it hurt, but still enough to leave you shocked.

You stood there as it took everything in you not to put a bullet in his head. “ma i’m sorry i-“You turn around and silently make your way to your shared bedroom. He followed you as he tried to grab your hand. “i didn’t mean to do that”. Once you got to the bedroom you tried to shut the door but connie wasn’t having none of that. “y/n, i’m sorry i thought we was playing” you just looked at him with a blank expression as you gave up on closing the door.

You plop onto the bed and put your airpods in, turning the volume on high to block out connie’s apologies. Connie realized you weren’t listening and picked up his phone and began to spam call you, interrupting your tiktok scrolling. Before you tried to block him, he came closer to the bed and looked down at you.

“can you listen to me?” you took a airpod out and shook your head. He sat next to you as he looked into your eyesi’m sorry ma, you know i would never try to hurt yo pretty ass” He cupped the cheek he slapped and rubbed it with his thumb. “i told you, you play too damn much”

Both of you smiled as you pulled him into a hug. “now put sumn on, we about to get something to eat”

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Bouncing Bunny ~ {Autistic Bunny! Reader x Barry blurb}

Warnings: Suggestive, implied/referenced drug dealing

After a while of hanging out in Barry's bedroom, having had been told to stay in there while he was dealing with clients, he eventually comes back to find you seemingly trying to distract yourself from the noise of his business, scrolling through your phone and bouncing on his bed, making the cheap mattress squeak in a consistant pattern that gives you a sense of comfort. As soon as you hear the door shut behind him, you flick your gaze up to his, dropping your phone in your lap, "Hi."

"You really are a rabbit, damn." His words come with a half-laugh and cause you to tilt your head.

"Oh my god!" As soon as the realisation of exactly what he means hits you, you're a little shocked you didn't catch on any sooner, "Thats why you call me bunny?"

"Took ya long enough," stepping closer, Barry pushes a few strands of hair from your face and quickly pecks a kiss to the top of your head before grabbing his stash from the closet, dropping it down next to you, "you bounce and hop like a lil' bunny, shit's adorable. Makin' my bed squeak all on your own."

"When your clients are gone you can make it squeak with meee..." drawing out the last vowel, you can't help but laugh at the light shove he gives you and the grin the spreads on his face, putting on a fake pout and whining to tease him "I'm dying from lack of attention, big beeaar."

"Needy bunny," Barry grabs what he needs and shoves it all in his pockets, moving to stand directly in front of you and bend down into your personal space, making your cheeks flush as his nose brushes against yours, "gimme 10 minutes, you get all my attention after I get this bitch out, yeah?" When you only give him a nod and a hummed-out affirmation, he tuts and smiles, "Words f' me, bunny, I know you can still use 'em."

"Yes, sir."

"Good lil' rabbit."

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"I like the way you kiss me" Geto Suguru

pure fluff <3 not proofread

you had this way of kissing Suguru. your hands would always find his jaw, and pull him closer to you to kiss him.

he found it fascinating and incredibly cute how you'd just grab his jaw and he'd let you pull his face closer to yours. the first time you did it, he was speechless, not expecting that. ever since that, it was the only thing he'd long for.

it was the next morning after he'd sleep over at your place. you were already up, freshened up. he opened his eyes and saw you sitting beside him on the bed.

"hey. you got up before meee" he whined. you were the only person who he'd ever whined at. "oh sorry. I just felt like freshening up" yu replied. "oh it's fine." he smiled sleepily.

he sat up and floated closer to you, his hands wrapped around. he lightly inhaled and out of nowhere jerked up and got out of bed. you looked at him, concerned, "what happened?!".

"oh, I can't fall asleep again. I slept in already, I think." he reasoned. "Suguru, th world wouldn't end if you slept in for one day" you smiled. "I just feel really groggy without you lying beside me in the mornings, that's all". "oh, sorry, sugu" you smiled.

he walked over to the bathroom and closed the door behind him to freshen up. after about 5 minutes he comes out with a smile. you stand up to kiss him.

not your usual way though. after you've separated, he looks at you with a confused expression. "what happened?" he asks. "nothing, why?" "that wasn't your usual way of kissing me." he says.

"I'm confused?" you say. "yoy know, how you usually pull me by the face? I really like that." he let out a small smile. "ohh that's what you mean!" you smile.

you take a hold of his jaw, pull him closer to meet his lips. you feel him smile against you.

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Day 19 - Pebble

Oshiagen - if I remember and had noted it down correctly - means 'You are mine.' Or so Rafayel explains in one of the cards/call/somewhere where he talks about Lemurian.

“Cutieee” he whined and you almost dropped the seashells you were holding. He was leaning, arms draped around you, making you wobble. 

“Don’t ignore meee, I am withering like seaweed abandoned by sea.” 

“Oh my poor seaweed, do you want me to throw you back into the sea?” you giggled at the dramatic gasp. 

“How dare you! I am trying to share my love” he took your hands in his, hugging you in process, placing a dark, smooth heart shaped pebble in them. 

“But I don't have anything for you…

“Oshiagen. That is more than I would dream of having.

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─ meaning of pet names w/ lee seokmin 𝜗𝜚 hc's under the cut

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ sunshine

whether you are a sunshine or not, seriously - you can be the biggest black cat to ever cat, to seokmin you’re still the biggest sunshine there is. he sees you as his personal, little ray of sun because you are the one to light up his gloomy days and you are the one that gives him this fuzzy feeling of warmth and comfort. the pet name feels just so right for you, he loves it so much, truly. he adores how naturally it rolls off his tongue, seokmin genuinely sometimes forgets you have a government name.

„hi, sunshine”

„sunshine, come here” (insert: whiny tone)

„how was your day, sunshine?”

nothing can stop seokmin from viewing you as his sunshine.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ baby

another pet name that makes his heart beat a bit faster whenever he uses it. it's so tender, loving and gentle, and that's exactly what seokmin wants to convey with his words. for some reason, he uses it the most when he's either sleepy or when he's extra whiny, the word "baby" just feels so natural then. besides, you are his baby, so...

if you, for example, take too much time on your night time routine in the bathroom, it's guaranteed that seokmin will whine at some point for you to hurry up, so you can cuddle, and he will use the word "baby" at least ten times.

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ your name / any shortened version of your name

to seokmin, your name is the prettiest name to ever exist and as much as he loves using the pet names, your real name is like a pet name in itself. usually, when people say your name, you don't feel much, because, well - it's only your name. but when seokmin says it... he does it with so much love and adoration and it never fails to make you melt on the spot.

another thing he does very often is shortening your name to any kind of nickname he can possibly come up with. sometimes they don't make much sense, but he loves to call you them regardless.

now, we know seokmin can get into a menace-y mood from time to time and that's exactly how he'd tease you - with the made up, cutified nicknames that more often than not drive you crazy.

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Platonic Stobin

“Aren’t you supposed to be suave? Isn’t that what King Steve was all about?” Robin groaned, cheeks pink in secondhand embarrassment for Steve’s stupid goddamn advice regarding women.

“I don’t see you getting any.” Steve responded, crossing his arms and being smug while he still could.

“Hey! You wanted a piece of this!” Robin yells back at him, miming a mic drop.

“Why are you so mean to meee?” Steve whined, face flushing as he smacked his cheeks.

“Because you deserve it. Suffer you little wet rat.” Robin’s lip turned up in a snarl as she restocked the candy at the front counter of family video.

“The nicest you have ever been to me is when you rejected me.”

Robin was silent for a second, pondering his comment.

“Yea. Seems accurate.” Robin decides, continuing to work as if Steve doesn’t exist. Steve groaned mumbling something about “the disrespect” as he took care of the customer at the counter.

I’m tired of ignoring the fact that Steve did actually like her. I’ve had a friendship that was similar to theirs and it’s been a continued joke that they asked me out. To the point at which my whole friend group knows that I am the nicest when I reject people because I don’t like hurting people’s feelings.