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okay did this happen: last night or the other day or sometime in the last three days, someone sent an ask about a blog being plagiarist and i flippantly answered it and i (rightfully) got in trouble for it and one of the asks i got was like learn not to love your friends lmao or smth like that????
#I feel insane#did this happen or am i tripping#I was sleeping and I was like Ah shit let me oh paul la gize#was this a dream#if it did then IM SORRYYYY#itâs not on my tumblr⊠so it seems like it didnât???
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does angel know i would die for him
he told me to tell u that he loves u

#he did this little mmrphreow purr/meow hybrid when I read him this message đ„°#q answers#and that slow blink thing cats do đ„șđ„°
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bucky for #9 pls đđ đ„ș
bucky drabble inspired by this gif. sexual content below the cut (includes enemies to lovers if you squint, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation.)
âAdmit it,â he says above you, a slight smile grazing the crown of your head with every steady thrust, a note of breathlessness compared to your full-on panting.Â
You donât know how he expects you to answer when your face is buried in the pillows. Itâs not like youâve been particularly coherent in the past, what, hour? Time is lost on you. Thereâs only him: hammering away at your insides, engraving the outline of his cock into your center.Â
Every time you think heâs finished wringing orgasms out of you and plugging you full of him, he simply flips you into a new position and starts over. The amount of orgasms youâve had is cloudy, six at the least, enough that your muscles are limp, and your thoughts are mush.Â
Heâs like a machineâpracticed, unrelenting, metaphorically well-oiled with the mess of you inside and spilling out. A mix of sweat and cum, thereâs a lewd sound accompanying the slap of your bodies. The only thing louder is your mindless groans and gasps.Â
This is not how you imagined this would go.Â
One of his hands slides over your nape and into your hair, threading his fingers through the tresses to rear your head back. âAdmit it,â he repeats next to your ear, and you can see his smile in your peripheral vision. âAdmit you were wrong, and Iâll show you mercy.âÂ
Itâs a good deal. Unfortunately, even being fucked stupid, your prideâsomehowâis still entact. âIt was a j - joke!â you gasp, then groan because he grinds into the hilt and your clit rubs against the pillow stuffed under your hips.Â
He clicks his tongue in disapproval. âDonât be a sore loser.âÂ
The bed creaks with the force he uses, and your headboard knocks against the wall. Itâs probably dented at this point. Youâd fuss about it if he wasnât fucking you so hard; all you can do is lay there and take itâsprawled on your stomach and pinned beneath his weight.Â
You claw at the sheets, clenching them white-knuckled, but his hips surge forward, and your grip slips. Heâs bouncing you between the bed and his dick, shallow thrusts that keep him as deep as possible and your clit rolling friction into the wet spot pooling below you. A sticky slick wonât stop dribbling out of your swollen channel, a glistening ring undoubtedly encircling him at the base.Â
That dastard competition between pleasure and pain swells to the surface. It needles across your skin and burns inside your veins. These growing ripples of stimulation skewing your sensibilities, fixating on every burrow of his cock and the consequential back-and-forth drag of your abused bundle of nerves.Â
It hurts, but feels so fucking good. Your eyes flutter shut as he bears a smidge of his weight so more pressure ruts against your clit, and a long moan ebbs from your throat. You donât know how he manages to do it every timeâwork you in a way that has pain locking with pleasure, rousing an intoxicating desperation inside you.Â
His chuckle is knowing. âOh, there she goes.â He loosens his grip on your hair until your cheek is pressed to the pillow, and he roughly runs his hand through the messy stands. His face drops to nose at the perimeter of yours, tracing along when he asks, âYou gonna act right now, or what?âÂ
Heâs speared through your pride like his cock does through your pulsing channel. You grasp at the sheets only to have them knocked out of your hands again, and you groan. The pillowcase chafes your cheek as you nod, managing to flutter your eyes open but only half-mast.Â
âGood. Now prove it.â
Your teeth rake over your lower lip, but the words tumble free, anyway: âI - I was wrâwrong!âÂ
It was some stupid comment about him being a three-second man, an added implication he wouldnât be a satisfying lover. You didnât even know he heard you until he asked if you wanted to put your money where your mouth is; come to find out, heâs got a really talented mouth, a massive dick, and stamina that defies logic.Â
He hums thoughtfully, then clicks his tongue. âYouâre gonna have to do better than that, honey,â he tsks, and you whine, which makes him laugh and deliver a scolding smack to your ass. âCâmon, then. Convince me if you wanna cum so bad.âÂ
Itâs going to hurt. Fuck, itâs going to run you ragged and strike you like lightning, coil around your senses and shatter whatever coherence youâve mightâve recouped. Itâs divine, drowning in sensation like that, the addictive euphoria that fits in like a puzzle.Â
âIâm sorry!â you gasp, hooking your elbows around his arms braced on both sides of you, sinking your nails into his forearms. âI was wrong. So fucking wrong. A - and I wonâtâI wonât ever say it again! Never ever. Would you just⊠please!â
âAtta girl!â he approves. âNow why don't you keep begging while I make your pretty pussy squeeze around my cock. Again⊠and again if youâre good enough.â
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bucky for #9 pls đđ đ„ș
bucky drabble inspired by this gif. sexual content below the cut (includes enemies to lovers if you squint, dirty talk, unprotected sex, overstimulation.)
âAdmit it,â he says above you, a slight smile grazing the crown of your head with every steady thrust, a note of breathlessness compared to your full-on panting.Â
You donât know how he expects you to answer when your face is buried in the pillows. Itâs not like youâve been particularly coherent in the past, what, hour? Time is lost on you. Thereâs only him: hammering away at your insides, engraving the outline of his cock into your center.Â
Every time you think heâs finished wringing orgasms out of you and plugging you full of him, he simply flips you into a new position and starts over. The amount of orgasms youâve had is cloudy, six at the least, enough that your muscles are limp, and your thoughts are mush.Â
Heâs like a machineâpracticed, unrelenting, metaphorically well-oiled with the mess of you inside and spilling out. A mix of sweat and cum, thereâs a lewd sound accompanying the slap of your bodies. The only thing louder is your mindless groans and gasps.Â
This is not how you imagined this would go.Â
One of his hands slides over your nape and into your hair, threading his fingers through the tresses to rear your head back. âAdmit it,â he repeats next to your ear, and you can see his smile in your peripheral vision. âAdmit you were wrong, and Iâll show you mercy.âÂ
Itâs a good deal. Unfortunately, even being fucked stupid, your prideâsomehowâis still entact. âIt was a j - joke!â you gasp, then groan because he grinds into the hilt and your clit rubs against the pillow stuffed under your hips.Â
He clicks his tongue in disapproval. âDonât be a sore loser.âÂ
The bed creaks with the force he uses, and your headboard knocks against the wall. Itâs probably dented at this point. Youâd fuss about it if he wasnât fucking you so hard; all you can do is lay there and take itâsprawled on your stomach and pinned beneath his weight.Â
You claw at the sheets, clenching them white-knuckled, but his hips surge forward, and your grip slips. Heâs bouncing you between the bed and his dick, shallow thrusts that keep him as deep as possible and your clit rolling friction into the wet spot pooling below you. A sticky slick wonât stop dribbling out of your swollen channel, a glistening ring undoubtedly encircling him at the base.Â
That dastard competition between pleasure and pain swells to the surface. It needles across your skin and burns inside your veins. These growing ripples of stimulation skewing your sensibilities, fixating on every burrow of his cock and the consequential back-and-forth drag of your abused bundle of nerves.Â
It hurts, but feels so fucking good. Your eyes flutter shut as he bears a smidge of his weight so more pressure ruts against your clit, and a long moan ebbs from your throat. You donât know how he manages to do it every timeâwork you in a way that has pain locking with pleasure, rousing an intoxicating desperation inside you.Â
His chuckle is knowing. âOh, there she goes.â He loosens his grip on your hair until your cheek is pressed to the pillow, and he roughly runs his hand through the messy stands. His face drops to nose at the perimeter of yours, tracing along when he asks, âYou gonna act right now, or what?âÂ
Heâs speared through your pride like his cock does through your pulsing channel. You grasp at the sheets only to have them knocked out of your hands again, and you groan. The pillowcase chafes your cheek as you nod, managing to flutter your eyes open but only half-mast.Â
âGood. Now prove it.â
Your teeth rake over your lower lip, but the words tumble free, anyway: âI - I was wrâwrong!âÂ
It was some stupid comment about him being a three-second man, an added implication he wouldnât be a satisfying lover. You didnât even know he heard you until he asked if you wanted to put your money where your mouth is; come to find out, heâs got a really talented mouth, a massive dick, and stamina that defies logic.Â
He hums thoughtfully, then clicks his tongue. âYouâre gonna have to do better than that, honey,â he tsks, and you whine, which makes him laugh and deliver a scolding smack to your ass. âCâmon, then. Convince me if you wanna cum so bad.âÂ
Itâs going to hurt. Fuck, itâs going to run you ragged and strike you like lightning, coil around your senses and shatter whatever coherence youâve mightâve recouped. Itâs divine, drowning in sensation like that, the addictive euphoria that fits in like a puzzle.Â
âIâm sorry!â you gasp, hooking your elbows around his arms braced on both sides of you, sinking your nails into his forearms. âI was wrong. So fucking wrong. A - and I wonâtâI wonât ever say it again! Never ever. Would you just⊠please!â
âAtta girl!â he approves. âNow why don't you keep begging while I make your pretty pussy squeeze around my cock. Again⊠and again if youâre good enough.â
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#bucky x reader#bucky x you smut#bucky smut drabble#bucky barnes imagines#marvel reader insert#bucky barnes fanfiction#marvel x reader smut#marvel reader smut#my writing#NO EDITING I CANT READ#this was gonna be longer because i love âš dirty talk âš but this is a drabble đ
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SEX VERSION OF HIDE AND SEEK LOL yes that is primal or like predator/prey kink ?? Many names
YESSSS PREDATOR/PREY KINK
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pics of pets that havenât hurt u pls đ„șđ€Č
this is angel (because he is an angel đ„°)


and this is shadow <33 (she is a box)

they both say hi đ„°
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CHRIS EVANS 2022 | filming âGhostedâ in Atlanta, Georgia (March 2)
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sorry about your eye omg, i hope it heals soon
but also cat picsâŠ.
THANK U đ

AND THIS IS HIM OFFICER!! IT WAS HIM
#WITH THE TALONS THAT DID THIS TO ME#in other pictures he looks like squidward <33#his name is rusty#he is 1/6 of my petsâŠ#he is 1/4 of the pets that have INJURED me#he was stretching his paw onto my shoulder but i turned my head and it went right into my eye#into my left eye that is#my other black cat got my right undereye đ on my 19th birthday đđ#his arms are super long and his claws are fucking TALONS
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GUESS WHO HAS A FUCKING EYE INFECTION
#spoiler: itâs me đđ#MY CAT POKED ME IN THE EYE#IT WAS AN ACCIDENT BUT STILL#no but these shit HURTS
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i get so happy when you post something new bae, you are the real coochie tickler
COOHIE TICKLER KSJDKDJDJFNFJ
THANK U MY BELOVED ILYYYY â€ïžđ„łđ„°
#i bought a gavel because I got obsessed with court cam#the honorable coohie tickler presidingâŠ#except im not honorable *sends myself to jail*#q answers#I MEANT TO ANSWER THIS EARLIER IM SORRY ILY#đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°
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this is so funny bc i started following a tiktok account for that exact reason
THAT TIK TOM DKDKSJDKDNFKDNFN WE ARE IN EACH OTHERS ALGORITHM
our journey to understanding knot-ismâŠ. the pop and lock of the fic world if u will.. I KNOW ITS ABO BUT ITS THE KNOT THAT PERPLEXES ME (weâŠ?)
#i think about SpongeBob when i hear the word knot đ loop de loopâŠ#q answers#THE DOUBLE DIAMOND KNOT THE SQUARE KNOT THE GUT (đł) KNOT#yes im a clown and incoherent i live like this im far worse in public#also⊠I got high last night and i think i still am đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
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you know the drill.. unedited and all that
âOh, you look like an angel but you arenât acting like one,â he says with a laugh and a growl. âYou left me on my birthday to lock yourself in my bathroom and fuck your fingers so I donât want to hear anything except those sexy moans and your wet cunt doing just that. You get me?â
in which your best friend walks in on you masturbating and decides to lend a hand. (includes best friends to lovers, dirty talk, masturbation, voyeurism and exhibitionism, reader receiving oral, mild overstimulation.)Â
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Sometimes it just gets to be too much.Â
The purr of your name, his filthy drawl of each letterâhis big hands casually squeezing your hips, pulling you to and froâwhen he presses into your back and coils around you like a lion laying claimâdark blue depths always pinning your visage in perverse approvalâsinful lips twisting on the cue of his silver tongue, at the expense of your poor libido, on the intention of terrorizing your sensitivity.Â
That man, your best fucking friend, is the devil behind thick dark waves of hair, a sharp jawline and broad physique; facial features a masculine cut like a juxtaposed angel. Heâs always in your ear, whispering something caustic and obscene; shrugging it off like innocence with a pretty smile. But you feel it, spiking your temperature degree by degree.Â
Today being his birthday, youâd thinkâyou did thinkâheâd be caught up in the celebration. His apartment is a lavish slosh of liquor and music, friends and tag-alongs snagging his attention left and right. You expected as much, braced yourself to remain in the background.Â
Which is difficult already, because youâre, well, a glutton and developed this voracious need to soak up all of his attention. And youâre reining that in, but heâs intent on driving you insane.Â
Every time youâre on the cusp of cooling down from his previous encounter, heâs popping up to further ruin your panties and leave you aching in his wake. Itâs impressive, really: his timing and effectiveness, the way itâs almost effortless.Â
The worst part about it? You like it.Â
The lovesick, masochistic side of you thrives on the sticky cling of your gusset, and the need that thrums between your legs. But you havenât masturbated recently, and this attack (as it can only be categorized as such) on your overly responsive sex drive is really getting to you.Â
You canât stop squirming, subtly rubbing your thighs together like itâll help, but itâs only making it worse. The ache just thrums and thrums, and no matter how many times you berate yourself, it wonât bat down. You feel like a teenager unable to control their hormones.Â
Itâs going to become unbearable. Thatâs a guarantee where heâs concerned. Youâre slowly succumbing to the fate that if you donât receive some sort of relief, youâll have a full-on meltdown. Dramatic, yes, but God, you need an orgasm.Â
It wouldnât take long, either. No one would notice, you bet, if you slipped out. Your sensitivity has reached a hair-trigger, and given a minute or so alone, the blaze of your inner heath would be quelled.Â
Taking a sly survey of your surroundings, all of your friends and others are preoccupied. You managed to slip out of a conversation on an excuse to get a drink. Your hand is enclosed around a beer bottle, but the cold condensation does not help with your fever like you hoped.Â
You donât bother drinking and set it down, knowing alcohol will worsen your problem, loosen your inhibitions and take you to a whole other wanton level. Fine! Youâve gotta do this. After a committed gander, you whirl around and march toward the privacy of the bathroom.Â
Or you intend to since your body immediately collides with a wall instead. And, by wall, you mean the hard panels of your best friendâs chest, warmth radiating through a black t-shirt, spring fresh soap and his cologne swarming your senses. Contact alone sends a jolt through your nerves.Â
You instinctively jerk, and his arms snaking around your waist yank you right back. A breath catches in your throat as your front molds to his, and he swiftly swings you into an one-eighty. Your hands splay against his pectorals, and you blink up at him, unnecessarily winded and unfocused, trying your earnest not to writhe into his embrace.Â
âNow where do you think youâre goinâ?â He cocks a brow. âYou disappeared and have been over here by your lonesome, lookinâ all suspicious. Cute as always, but suspicious.â His head tilts and runs his gaze over you carefully. âWhat are you up to, gorgeous, and why havenât you included me?âÂ
His sensory awareness is inhuman. Itâs unfair, and you want to gawk at the uncanniness but you should be used to it by now.Â
âIâuhmâŠâ You canât exactly tell him youâre sneaking off to masturbate, and you wrack your brain for an alternative explanation. âIâm just gonna⊠gonna check on my makeup! Itâs been awhile since my last touch up, so I figure itâs about time. I know I look like a mess right now.â
He laughs. âOh, let me save you the trip. Youâre still lookinâ every bit of a sexy angel. No touch up necessary.â His hands slide down and squeeze your ass with one, and slaps it with the other, making you yelp and him grin. âGot the ass of one, too.â
âOw!â You have an excuse to extract yourself from his embrace, and thank God because the sting goes straight to your clit. You shoot him a glare and rub the offended area, ignoring an urge to ask him to do it again, bastardizing the knowledge that he would be more than happy to. âThat hurt!âÂ
He rolls his eyes. âIt did not, you crybaby.â One arm loops around your waist, scooping you flush once again, and heâs edging toward your behind. âYou better get used to it. I still have a lotta birthday licks left.âÂ
Your jaw drops. âItâs your birthday! Youâre the one whoâs supposed to get birthday licks.âÂ
âSo you wanna lick me?â His sly smile does flip flops in your belly. He drops his head, and his voice is a purr in your ear: âWhat a coincidence. I wanna lick you, too.âÂ
You shiver, teeth puncturing your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The metallic taste of crimson is worth preventing a moan from spilling out. Okay, this is fucking torture. You subconsciously lean into him before snapping back to reality and just about jump out of your skin.Â
âA - and wash my hands!â you hastily add onto your earlier answer. âI - I was gonna touch up my makeup and wash my hands.âÂ
The suddenness surprises him. His baby blues blink at you, then there goes that inquisitive furrow of his brow. âDidnât you already?âÂ
Yes, you did. In fact, the scented lotion you used afterwards is still fresh on your skin.Â
âUm, yeah. But theyâre bringing your cake out soon,â you say, slowly circling around inch-by-inch and backpedaling away, trying to look as relaxed as you donât feel. âAnd thought I might as well before they do.â
âHuh.â He looks like he has to consider your words but canât find anything odd. It makes sense, even in your awkward delivery, and maybe you can relax. âBut you do know the kitchenâs back there.â He nods the entryway you passed.Â
âOh, right,â you say quite intelligently, following his line of sight. âWell, theyâre preparing the cake, and I - I didn't want to get in the way.â It rolls off your tongue casuallyâbelievably. âSo I figured Iâd just use the sink in the bathroom.âÂ
âOh, okay.â The answer satisfies his third-degree, and you suppress a sigh of relief. âWhy donât you use the one in my bedroom? I think someoneâs in the one in the other.âÂ
âPerfect! Thanks.â You flash a smile, and he seems to let you escape. Then the faintest glint of suspicion suddenly flits across his face as he observes your winded breaths and the way you stumble off. Best not to give him another chance to interrogate you further. âIâll be right back!â Â
Then you turn, righting your movements in the process, and head for the hallway. Itâs a straight shot past the guest bathroom and a turn of a corner to his bedroom. Luckily, in the packed space of his spacious apartment, that area is sectioned off.Â
With excuse meâs and halfhearted heyâs, you wade through the herd and cross wood floors with quickened strides. You nearly trip on your heels, four-inch high mimic of gladiator sandals, laced up your calves, but you think you play it off well. Okay, probably not, but you make it out of sight seeming normal enough.
His bedroom is substantially quieter and cooler. That breeze does help with your heated skin, but the environment is inherently him so it cancels each other out. Closing that door, youâre already unzipping the cinch of your skirt and clamoring to the luxurious partition of his bathroom.Â
Itâs gorgeous inside. Youâve told him that a million times, and youâve been here a million times but seriouslyâa wide granite countertop and waterfall faucet, walk-in shower and claw foot tub, you canât get over it. He keeps it immaculate so you have no issue with letting your skirt halo to the gleaming tile ground.Â
Unsurprisingly, your panties are ruined. The material clings like a second skin, sodden through and smeared on your inner thighs. Itâs obscene, and youâd demand he pay for your dry cleaning, if he wasnât already doing the majority of your laundry.Â
You waste no time wriggling them down your hips, looping around the bend of your knees as you hop onto the counter and spread your legs. Thereâs an audible moan when your hand delves between your center, slick coating your fingers soft. A full bodied shudder slips down your spine, and your head falls back, jostling the mirror in the process.Â
Oh, this is fucking good.
You find the angle and seize it in slippery circles. Even with your sloppy movements, everything falls aligned, and youâre seeing stars; not yet imploding but well on its way. The build-up on your own is never this quick. You wish you could experience it under ideal circumstances, draw it out, but a part of you thinks thatâs what makes it so good.Â
You know you shouldnât be masturbating in your best friendâs bathroom, that itâs wrong, and you can get caught at any minute, but itâs those very illicit factors that run your libido wild, unearthing moans you mean to suppress.Â
You compensate by shoving your shirt above your tits and biting down on the hemline. Itâs one of those bustier camisoles so you didnât bother with a bra. The air invokes a shiver, and you shiver again when your palm caresses a tit and rolls a hard peak between your fingers.Â
The orgasm approaches like a roar, knocking in rapid succession, louder and louder than the last. Itâs a hum, a vibration inside your head, reaching your ears all husky-like. Being in his bathroom, the lingering scent of his aftershave, and his interactions invoking your overall state, you swear you hear his voice.Â
âO - oh.â Your moan is a whisper, falling above the wet squelch of your fingers by a decibel, and your toes curl on the precipice of hot-blooded relief. âFuck, yesââ
Before the train plunges off the track into bliss, you realize that the knocking is not metaphorical and his voice isnât simply an echo inside your head; but rather knuckles on the door and him repeatedly asking if you were okay on the other side.
âOkay, Iâm coming in,â your best friend is saying before you fully process the past minute, aside from what was going to be a mindblowing orgasm. The knob twists (since, you know, you were too busy with your sex to lock it). âYou got me worried, and I couldnât hear what you wereâŠâ
The door opens fully, and his eyes widen as your compromised state centers to view. Your brain short circuits at the shock rippling underneath your skin, freezing you in place as if doused in ice water and undercutting the instinct to shutter, which unintentionally awards him a nice eyeful.Â
You, perched on his sink counter, debauched and exposed, face sheened lightly in doe-eyed desperation. The hem of your white camisole ruffles above your braless tits, palming one of the hardened peaks. Your other hand is wedged between your spread thighs, pressing into your center with your underwear bunched below your knees.Â
Itâs a long moment, it feels like with his gaze running over every detail, before the shock snaps into mortification, and sense kicks in.Â
The shirt drops from your teeth, and your legs clamp around your wrist in a poor effort to cover yourself. All the blood drains from your face as you try to think of some excuse, some recourse, or anything to make this be anything other than it is.Â
âI - I can explainââ you start shakily, but the expression on his face shuts you up.Â
His jaw clenches, and those friendly moonstone orbs narrow into dark slits, looking more severe than youâve ever seen. He steps in and shuts the door behind him. Unlike you, he makes sure to latch the lock before stalking forward, and like a skittish cat, you watch his every move.Â
He comes to a still in front of you. His hands grab each thigh and pries them open, to your gasp of surprise. âKeep going.â Itâs an order, but he doesnât give you a moment to obey, or even a second to recover from the shock, before dropping to his knees and pulling yours wider.Â
Your hands fly to either side of the counter to stabilize yourself, unintentionally but consequently revealing your most intimate part to his equally prying eyes. Naturally, you try to shut your legs, but his hands have wrapped around your calves. The only way to compensate is to shove a shielding palm between your thighs, a hitched sound expelling through your teeth, literally sensitive to the touch.Â
He shoots you a look but allows the action. His interest falls to your underwear still strained around your knees, and he tugs them down your legs. Your embarrassment burns hot in your cheeks as he examines the wetness heavying the fabric; his thumb drags across the gusset, your essence coating him in an obscene trail of stickiness.
Thereâs a slick pop, and you whimper when he sucks it clean of your taste. His eyes snap up at the sound, and he makes a dastardly show of doing it again. To further fuck with you, he takes it a step further and licks a slow, broad stripe through the center, a groan rumbling through his chest and lids fluttering shut as if savoring it.Â
Your muscles twitch with a tremor, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip to retrain another whine; but it doesnât matter because those dilated pupils pin on you like a glare. âKeep going,â he repeats, gritting it out like he shouldnât have to, or, like heâs barely keeping himself from doing it himself.Â
The adrenaline pumping through your veins has you woozy, heart thundering, and though heâs said it twice, you donât think you heard him correctly. âB - butââ
âOh, you look like an angel but you arenât acting like one,â he says with a laugh and a growl. âYou left me on my birthday to lock yourself in my bathroom and fuck your fingers so I donât want to hear anything except those sexy moans and your wet cunt doing just that. You get me?â
That gets through your head like a shot of the best liquor youâve ever tasted. Maybe you should recoil in shock; at the very least, question this shift in your relationship boundaries, but you donât. All this mania whirling inside you because of him, for him, it doesnât even occur to you.Â
Incisors fixing into your bottom lip, you nod, albeit shyly. âY - yeah,â you breathe, adjusting your weight as best as you can without exciting your libido just yet. âI got you.â
So, with his eyes on you like a hawk, your tentative fingers find your clit. Your heavy lids fall onto him watching you, transfixed by the microexpressions filtering across his face. You wonder if thisâll affect him in a similar way he affected you; God, you hope so.
The first touch is a spark to a flame, a simmering speed kickstarted into high gear. The seamless way you fall into rhythm, jittery as you are, flurry of emotion and sensation, is shameless. You promised yourself a reckoning, and your body is primed for it.Â
A palm grasps the edge of the counter while you swirl something wild on your slick bundle of nerves. Thereâs a slight tremor in your arm muscles; call it a symptom of performance anxiety because heâs utterly captivated. You work harder, picking up the pace as you shudder out moans.Â
His blessing, your need to obey, the sounds bounce free in the echo of his bathroom. Initially low and breathy, bashful to be heard, youâre crescendoing into full, wanton moans now, and he loves it, spurring you on more.Â
âYeah, yeah, thatâs it,â he whispers, pupils blown wide, dark and dangerous, obsession ping-ponging between your hand and your face. âLook at you. Pretty baby, I knew your pussy would be just as pretty. All fucking soaked, wet to your fucking knees. Keep moving your fingers like that. Does it feel good?âÂ
Your head bobbles, lashes fluttering heavy. âIt - it does,â you say with an impending climax on the tips of your fervid fingers, voice an airy quiver with the addendum: âIt feels really, really good.â
The grip on your calves tighten, then slide up to your knees. His thumbs stroke circles on the sensitive skin on the inside, mimicking your own movements and somehow falling in sync, becoming increasingly sloppy and frantic.Â
âYeah, youâre good at this. You do this a lot, donât you, angel?â Thereâs a flushed sheen on his cheeks and knowingness in his blue pools, further confirmed by your hitched breath. âYâgonna cum then?â he asks, though the answer is clear. âThink youâve been good enough to?âÂ
The threat of another denial makes you groan, weaning into a whimper. âI need to.âÂ
âOh, angel, I can tell,â he says with a click of sympathy, mimicking your pout. âBut you look so cute when youâre desperate, and you know I love it when you beg. Go on, and give me a little first. Show me how good of a girl you are.âÂ
âP - please,â you moan immediately, âplease, James.âÂ
âFuck, you know Iâll give you anything.â He pushes to his feet as his hand shoots out and covers yours, guiding you fast-paced into the throes of an orgasm. âIâll give you everything. Now show me how pretty you are when you cum.âÂ
That's all you need. With a sharp moan of his name, the dam breaks, and it feels like youâre floating. Hot-blooded relief ripples through your system and has you quaking. Wave after wave works through you, and every second is well worth the wait.Â
Your muscles are straining, and youâre panting by the time it subsides. All the while, heâs locked onto you, eating it up, crooning encouragement and praises; ravenous eyes and husky voice, itâs almost enough to set you off a second time.Â
His other hand catches you by the jaw, a pinched grip keeps your face angled on him while his strokes slow. âOh, youâre fucking gorgeous. Always have been, always will, but when youâre coming and moaning my nameâŠâ he says with a groan, âyouâre a real life fucking dream.â
He sucks your arousal off his fingers, and you moan at the sight. It takes a moment to overcome your panting, only able to manage a, âThat felt s - so good.â That was your best orgasm to date, and it was his hand in this situation that caused that outcome.
âJust what you needed.â His thumb traces your bottom lip, dark eyes enthralled by your unruly come down, laying in wait. âYou satisfied, angel?â he says, a rhetorical fluctuation that fans over your sensitive skin. âLying to me, leavingââ
âItâs not my fault!â you blurt out before he can finish listing your sins, making him cock an eyebrow. âI wouldnât haveâI wouldâve waitedâI wanted to wait, but you - you kept saying things and touching me, and⊠and⊠I just couldnât help it. Iâm sorry!âÂ
He looks astounded, at a loss for words momentarily. âSo youâre blaming me?â is the implication youâre giving, and heâs getting. âI talked to you and barely touched you, but that got you so worked up that you had to lock yourself in my bathroom and masturbateâin the middle of my birthday party?âÂ
That sounds maybe not the best way to put it, but it's also entirely accurate. âWell, umâŠâ You canât think of a nicer, less accusatory manner of phrasing. âY - yes?âÂ
Thereâs a second of silence before both of his hands grasp your face with a groan of, âThatâs so fucking cute.âÂ
Then heâs reeling you into a heady kiss. Tongue deep but slow, and you melt into him like butter on a skillet. Itâs better than you imaginedâand, boy, you have imagined it; like him, controlled but not overbearing, gentle with a pulsing, singing heat.Â
Parting is reluctant, and he nuzzles his lips over yours before starting a trail down your neck. His hands fall to your thighs when you tilt your head to the side for easier access, sliding upward with his thumbs kneading circles into your muscles.Â
You gasp, then moan at the influx of stimulation, not a direct barrage on your center but resonates there, anyway. Your knees instinctively lock around his waist as he finds his way to your chest, dipping below the ruffle of your shirt and taking a hard peek into his mouth.Â
âF - fuck.â You shudder against him, into him, the current of electricity sparking in your bones, burying your hands in his hair.
âMy sexy little angel and her needy cunt,â he purrs and gives you a peck before dropping to his knees again, eyes hungry as he pulls you to the counter edge, legs spread. âIâll make it all better.â
Even with the lull, with your libido, tormented something grand, the aftershocks still tremor within your muscles. A drop of pain with every shot of pleasure; the former spikes sky-high as his mouth melds to the bare sensitivity of your sex.Â
A sharp sound escapes you, jolting entirely against a barrage of smarting sensations. Your legs end up over his shoulders, heels grazing the flex of his shoulder blades as another tremor lulls through your body.Â
âI - I think Iâm too sensitiveââÂ
âNo, no,â he says, insistent, pulling away for only a second, âitâs okay. I got you. You just enjoy the ride âcause I know I am.âÂ
Then he hunkers down and delves in like a starved man getting his fill. His strong arms encircle your thighs, bulging muscles and veins as he keeps you spread and vulnerable, laid out with your legs propped over his shoulders.
The wet warmth of his mouth forms a seal around you, tongue flattening against your clit and cheeks hollowing with suction. A squeal escapes your throat as your nerves fray, and your body jerks, but it doesnât do much against his ironclad grip.Â
You feel him grin, his dilated pupils a gleam of mischief; so you retaliate by burying your hands in his hair and yanking at the roots, hard. A groan rumbles through his throat, and his eyes roll back, shutting, then reopening with a distinctly primal intensity reflecting up at you.Â
With a growl, he does it, again, swathing the sensitive bud in raw sensation until youâre grappling his thick locks; which only makes him groan in delight and nuzzle his face deeper. He spreads your outer lips with his thumb and forefinger while he laps at your center like a bear would to honey.Â
âO - oh, Godâfuck!â you gasp and moan. âYouâre so good at thisâh - how are you so good at this?âÂ
His other hand slides underneath and finds your entrance. His middle finger pushes through your folds knuckle-deep, and your silk walls contract around the sudden intrusion. The rough pad crooks into your sweet spot and drags over it as he sets a determined pace.Â
Itâs a practiced attack with his tongue coddling your bundle of nerves, and his dexterity stroking you into oblivion. You think youâre going to lose your mind (if you havenât already). The intensity makes you woozy, a James-induced high, and the only thing your vision can focus on is him.Â
The room is a hybrid of your desperate moans and his hungry groans; the messy smack of his mouth on you, your sex squelching around his long, thick digit. Itâs pornographic and so fucking hot, the perfect soundtrack for another orgasm to roll inâ
And two loud knocks bang against the door and startle you both.Â
âB, will you come on?!â his sisterâs voice shouts through the doorâthankfully, no tonal hints being privy to what was happening insideâand you hear her impatient foot tapping on the other side. âWeâre ready to cut the cake!âÂ
Jamesâ eyes cloud with agitation, a growl in his throat as he has to detach himself from you and bites out, âThen cut it!âÂ
She huffs. âItâs your birthday! I told you, we canât cut it without you.â
âFine!â he snaps. âI'll be there in five minutes.âÂ
âYou had five minutes ten minutes ago. You have two.â Her footsteps start to fade, then stop as she adds, âAnd I donât know where your best friend is but she better come in the next two minutes, or weâre cutting the cake without her!â Thereâs a door slam, confirming her egress from his bedroom.
âOh, sheâll come in the next two minutes,â he murmurs, a devilish smile glittering up at you. âYouâre gonna come real hard.â
And you do.Â
His middle finger thrusts inside you and curls into your g-spot, using the very tip to repeatedly rasp pressure over it. In tandem, his mouth once more claims your molten core for his own and his taste buds bully your clit. It has you pulling his hair, and when he makes that feral growl, baby blues alight, you donât really have any other choice than to crumble.Â
You come with a cry. His name a curse and blessingâJamesâon your lips as your muscles cramp up, and your inner muscles clamp down. Everything shakes, rattled to the very core, your leg trembling over his shoulders and unintentionally digging your heels into his back.Â
Your bones liquefy. The rush of euphoria breaks you apart in the most exquisite way possible and turns you into mush. The grip on his hair loosens as the arch in your spine relaxes, but your hips continue to writhe as his tongue tracks your plummet.Â
âB - Bucky,â you whimper pitiful, smarting shocks chopping at your overworked nerves. âT - too much.âÂ
He hums, and you whimper again, which convinces himâ despite his reluctanceâto ease his onslaught. âAlright, if you insist,â he says and licks his lips glossy with your essence. âBut I told you Iâd get my birthday licks, and Iâve only gotten started.âÂ
He stands up and grabs your skirt off the ground. His shoulders square as he slips the waistband around your ankles, and you take the hint to slide off the counter so he can hoist it around your hips. Your legs are jelly, but you stay upright all the same, flattening your clutches into his shirt.Â
âSo, when this party ends, Iâm going to taste you for hours,â he tells you and unfurls your top to its rightful place over your tits and stomach, smoothing out the additional ruffles. âMy tongue is gonna fuck you right hereâŠâ His hand sinks under your open zipper and pets your bare sex, index finger tracing your slit. ââŠuntil youâve cum so many times you go numb from it all.âÂ
He places a chaste kiss on your temple when you whine, dropping his lips to your ear. âThen Iâm gonna keep going âcause you taste too fucking good to stop.â
#my writing#bucky x reader#bucky x you smut#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes imagines#marvel imagines#NO ONE REMINDED ME IT WAS FRIDAY I ALMOST DID NOT POST#unedited i wrote and simply did not read
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Sebastian Stan in DESTROYER (2018) dir. Karyn Kusama
#letâs murder him â€ïž push him down some stairs â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž#evil⊠just evilâŠ. đĄđ«
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BABEEEEEEE I need to tell you the way you absolutely wrecked me with the pt2 it was everything I could ask for and so much moreeeee ohmygAHHDDDD ur amazinggg also I gotta know if there's gonna be a pt2 to this fic I GOTS TO KNOWW
I WILLLLL I PROMISE
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i still donât know what a knot is đ¶đœ
#NOT FOR THE STRINGS#BUT sexuallyâŠ#fics: âsomething something knotâ#me: what does it mean⊠what does it MEANNNNN#IDK HOW IT LOOKS#how.. does⊠it lâŠ.lâŠâŠâŠ look đ«Ł
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alsooo sebâs emmy after party look? the hair was shwooping, it wa s hella nice
YOU ARE SOOO RIGHT
heâs sexy⊠I want to commit violence to himâŠ
#no fuck or die we will fuck and he will DIE#i want to choke him sexually and violently <33#q answers#HI QUEEN
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the way you hit all the points in p.2 wit the exhbitionism
and shy! reader. like reading your work and iâm like no one does like q does⊠sheâs too good itâs dangerous. anyways ily
MY ABSOLUTE LOVEEE đ„°đđ„°đ IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT
#YEEEEEEE HI MY BELOVED#MY SWEETHEART đ„°đ„°#q answers#my borderline obsession w exhibitionism is going to get me in trouble one dayâŠ. one day BUT NOT TODAYYYYY
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