#And his work is fucking beautiful 🤌🤌🤌

[awkwardturtlesex]

Growing up I always hated wearing jewellery but now whenever I see rings or necklaces being advertised to me I'm like:

[ellecdc]

I don’t know their ship name! Do they have a ship name? Anywayyy, I was thinking long and hard about this, I want it to be 🤌🏻

So I was thinking, Remus x James x reader, possibly hyper Jamie and reader, and Remus is chasing after them

or maybe the most beautiful hurt/comfort (because who wants straight angst?) where James is upset because he feels like he’s too much sometimes (even though he’s my perfect baby Angel) and it’s just reader and Remus comforting him

(Fem!reader if that’s ok) (also reader should have a cat named Birdie, is it because I want Birdie content? Yes. Do I live laugh love Birdie? Also yes.)

kisses 😘

okay, I love you, thank you for this request. New rule: NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO HURT OUR SWEET SWEET JAMIES FEELINGS EVER AGAIN 😭😭😭😭😭😭 also I couldn't figure out how to incorporate Birdie but I have another request about a reader with a cat so you'll be able to see her there ;)

poly!moonchaser x fem!reader who is in Slytherin

CW: James cries and it's horrible and Marlene should be sent to Azkaban for this.

James was feeling pretty good about Gryffindor’s odds this year for the House Cup. He’d been working his team a little harder than usual, but he was certain the extra effort would pay off this weekend in their game against Ravenclaw. He wasn’t on the quidditch pitch to make friends; he was there to win.

Off the pitch, however?

Off the pitch he loved his friends.

Which was why he’d told everyone to hit the showers whilst he cleaned up the pitch for Madame Hooch.

After James had stored the last of the brooms and quidditch balls in the equipment locker, he began to head past the Beasts classroom for the castle.

He saw Marlene leaning against one of the posts of the building, and James began making his way over to catch up with her but thought better of it once he saw Dorcas Meadows sitting on a table in front of her. He smiled to himself at the thought of his friend’s happiness and took the path on the opposite side of the building in order to give them some privacy.

“Potter’s not working you lot too hard, is he? You’re actually making Slytherin sweat this year.” Dorcas taunted, earning her a chuckle from her girlfriend.

“Ha ha.” Marlene deadpanned before she let out a sigh. “He’s working us like dogs. I know he loves quidditch, but Godric.”

James knew he was pretty competitive, but he had a job to do as the coach, and like Dorcas said – it was paying off.

“He can be a lot.” Dorcas assuaged.

Marlene scoffed dramatically. “Sirius is a lot; James is too much. Honestly, I don’t know how Remus and Y/N keep up with him; he’s exhausting.”

James’ ears filled with cotton as his steps faltered and his heart sunk.

Is this really how his friends thought of him; was he exhausting? Too much?

James knew he could be a lot sometimes; a lot of energy, a lot of fun, a lot of love, a lot of mischief, a lot of noise...

But was he too much?

He loved you and Remus more than anything; he never knew it was possible to love two people so much.

Remus: the moon to his sun, his safe space, his level head, the cool side of his pillow.

And you: his sweet girl, his biggest supporter, his confidante, the quiet in the chaos.

And what was he, then? What was James?

He was loud, he was chaos, he was constant.

Maybe he was too much...

He’d spent five years with his sights set in the wrong direction before he realized he had everything he could ever want in the two of you, and by some fucking miracle, he’d managed to snag the two most wonderful people in all of Hogwarts, perhaps all of the UK; neigh, the world.

Was he losing the two of you? Was he slowly pushing you guys away? Exhausting you? Were you two going to grow tired of James?

He couldn’t lose you guys; he couldn’t let that happen.

He wouldn’t let that happen.

You and Remus had been sitting at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall when Sirius came back from practice.

“Where’s Prongs?” Remus asked quickly, earning him a scowl from his long-haired friend.

“Gee, hello to you too, Moony.”

Remus’ sigh was accompanied by an eyeroll as he corrected himself. “Hello, Sirius. How was practice? Where’s our boyfriend?”

Sirius adorned a cheeky smile as he began loading up his plate. “Hi Remus, Y/N. Lovely evening we’re having. Practice went well; James is working us hard, but I think the extra work is paying off. We’re shoo-ins for the House Cup this year and-”

“Sirius!”

“Circe’s tits, Moons, is it almost your time of your month?”

He was answered with a dinner roll being thrown at his head.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He grumbled. “Prongs is tidying up the field, told us all to hit the showers and head to dinner.”

“Black, you’re a dog.” You grumbled, earning you a boisterous laugh from the dog-like-man himself.

“You have no idea dollface.”

You groaned. “I can’t believe you left our poor, sweet boy cleaning up after you tossers out there all by himself. It’s getting dark.” You whined, looking to the windows.

“He’s far too nice to you lot.” Remus agreed, starting a plate for James pre-emptively.

You liked that about Remus. You loved that about Remus; predicting his loved ones needs, always one step ahead the rest of you.

You perked up when you saw the familiar head of hair make his way into the Great Hall, but had an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach when you noticed his demeanour.

“Hey bubs.” Remus greeted, seemingly unawares of James’ dour mood. James smiled kindly at Remus, but you noticed the smile never reached his eyes.

You hated it.

“How was practice?” You asked quickly, earning you a scoff from Sirius.

“What? Don’t trust my word for it?”

“Sod off, Black.”

James itched the back of his neck and avoided eye contact. “It, erm, it went well, I think. It went well, right Pads?”

Sirius looked inquisitively at his friend but nodded nonetheless. “Yeah mate, I think we’re definitely going to see a difference with the extra drills. Fenwick and I were just talking about it.”

“Fenwick? What’d he say? He thought the practice went well?” James asked eagerly.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a bemused glance as you watched James; he seemed to notice the silent conversation going on between his friend and his boyfriend and curled in on himself.

“Sorry.” He muttered quietly, poking at his plate with his fork.

“No worries Prongs. Fenwick said he was tired, but the good kind. He’s looking forward to the match this weekend.” Sirius said carefully. James hummed but that was the extent of the conversation.

“Everything okay, James?” Remus asked cautiously as Marlene and Dorcas sat a few seats down. James lifted his head and nodded quickly, offering a quiet “yeah.”

“What’s the matter?” You asked quietly, causing James’ eyebrows to furrow.

“Nothing, nothing. I’m not that hungry actually, I think I’m going to head upstairs.”

He didn’t give you any time to argue as he stood from his full plate and left the Great Hall.

You went to stand to go after him, but Remus grabbed your sleeve.

“You should eat, dove. No sense in both of you going without.”

“But-”

“We’ll bring him his plate in a little; let him take a minute to himself.” He offered, and though Remus sounded awfully reasonable, you didn’t like the idea one bit.

In the perhaps 45 minutes you and Remus spent in the Great Hall, James had already done his bedtime routine and had the curtains to his fourposter bed drawn shut with what sounded like a silencing charm cast around it.

You let out a sigh and moved towards Remus’ bed.

“It’s probably just an off day, dovey. He rarely has them; we can grant him this one, can’t we?” Remus lamented.

It didn’t feel like an off day, though. Not to you.

He’d been just fine when you bid him farewell before practice; he’d been talking your ear off about all the new drills he prepared and the extra practices he booked. He’d been your enthusiastic, sunny boy just a mere few hours ago, and now he was...well...this.

Had you done something? Had you not been enthusiastic enough about his stories? Had you said something to offend him? Maybe he didn’t want you here; maybe he wanted to spend tonight with Remus – he’s known him longer, maybe he’d be talking to Remus if you weren’t here right now.

“I can hear your brain in overdrive, dove. What’s going on inside that head of yours?”

“Maybe I should go to my own dorm tonight?” You asked shyly, earning you an unimpressed look from Remus as he pulled his sleep shirt over his head.

“Fat chance I’m sending you down to the dungeons. I’ve already lost one cuddle partner.” His lip jut out comically at the end of the sentence and you felt some of the tension leave your body.

“Okay, big baby.” You acquiesced with faux resentment, laying back on Remus’ bed and welcoming him into your embrace.

“We’ll fix it tomorrow, yeah?” Remus said into your neck. “He’ll feel better in the morning.”

Except James did not feel better in the morning and now you were spiralling.

He’d woken up early to go for his run but didn’t ask if you wanted to join him (he usually woke you up as he extricated himself from the bed and would always ask if you felt like joining him. You’ve never said yes, but he always asked you anyway).

He changed quietly and sat at the desk to do some schoolwork. You woke up and pressed a kiss to his cheek on your way to the washroom, which earned you little more than half a smile and a quiet “morning”.

You couldn’t take it anymore; the nerves were eating you alive, and they were only made worse when Remus woke up and James was just as cold with him.

“Jamie, have I done something?” You blurted, causing both boys to look at you in horror.

“What?” He asked quietly.

“I’m sorry if I’ve done or said something to offend you. I know I can be harsh sometimes and I know that I’m not often as kind as the two of you; certainly not as nice as you, Jamie. But I often think you guys have worn off on me a bit and I’m a little less Slytherin-y and-”

But Remus cut you off as you started to ramble. “Whoa, dove. Take a breath, yeah? You’re alright.” He said gently, placing his hand on your shoulder and gently rubbing his thumb along your collar bone.

“I’m really sorry, Jamie.” You said again, feeling your eyes well with tears.

James' eyes mirrored yours as he looked at you in horror. “No, angel. No! You’re perfect, I swear!” He said, tears finally betraying his inner turmoil.

“What has you so upset then, Jamie?” Remus asked gently, which caused whatever dam James had set up behind his eyes to fully burst.

“It’s not you guys, honest!” He cried miserably.

You felt all the blood drain from your face at the sight; you’d never seen James this upset before.

“Oh, Jamie.” Remus cooed in an exhale moving towards him, obviously just as distressed at James’ upset as you were. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve been exhausting you lately. I don’t mean to be too much.” James whimpered between sobs. Your hands twitched as you stood uselessly, staring at Remus cradling James’ broad frame and gently rocking him back-and-forth, rubbing broad strokes up and down his back.

“Why...why would you say that, Jamie? I’ve never found you exhausting. ‘Too much’?” You asked incredulously, feeling sort of nauseous at the insinuation that you could ever grow tired of the effervescence that was James Potter. 

“I overheard people talking about me.” He admitted shyly from the crook of Remus’ neck. Remus’ movements stuttered before he quickly resumed his ministrations.

“Who?” You said simply, hands balling into fists at your sides. 

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Like hell it doesn’t.” You argued.

“Easy, dove.” Remus placated, pressing a gentle kiss into James’ hair. “I don’t need to know who it was, because they are so far off from the truth.”

“Can’t be too far off, I’ve known her my whole life.” James muttered.

“McKinnon?” You asked with a scoff. You were answered by James’ silence.

“Jamie.” You said sternly, stepping towards your boyfriends and causing James to look up at you. “You have been nothing but pure joy since the moment I met you, and any moment I get to spend by your side is an absolute honour; do you understand me?”

James sighed and tried to turn back into Remus’ shoulder, but you gently grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you.

“I love you so unbelievably much, I worry about my sanity sometimes. One of the best things about me is getting to love you, and having convinced you to love me back. Okay?”

“Okay.” He whispered back, offering you a soft smile.

“Yeah?”

James chuckled sadly and took your hand in his. “I love you, Y/N.”

“That makes me the luckiest girl in the world.” You promised him.

Remus continued rubbing James’ back and whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you got into uniform. 

“You okay, Rem? I’ll catch up with you guys later?” You asked him quietly. Remus nodded at you and accepted a chaste kiss to his lips.

You pressed a kiss to the top of James' head, reminding him again that you love him and you’d see him later before heading out in search of the person on your radar. 

Sirius had gotten up today to find James already gone on his morning run and you and Moony still asleep in bed, so he decided to take the initiative and organise the supplies for the Marauder’s next prank.

“Oi, Black.” Sirius heard, causing him to pause in his steps down the corridor. 

“Y/N, we’ve known each other since we were in nappies; I’m pretty sure we were engaged to be wed at one point. I think you can go ahead and call me Sirius.”

Your eyebrows furrowed almost comically as you looked him up and down once, seemingly almost disgusted at the thought of calling him by his given name.

“Right, I will not be doing that. Listen, you’re friends with McKinnon, yeah?” You redirected, falling into step with him as he carried on towards the potions supply closet. 

“Marlene? Yeah.”

“‘Kay, deal with her then, because it won’t be pretty if I have to.” You said darkly, causing Sirius to pause again and grab you by your elbow.

“Whoa there; what are you on about?”

You turned towards him with darkened eyes, quite possibly the most like your parents he’d ever seen you. “She upset James.” You said simply. 

Sirius scoffed. “Please. James doesn’t get upset. She probably just cheered for his rival team at the World Cup or something.”

“Black. My sweet, lovely, wonderful boyfriend is upstairs crying right now because he was told he was too much and exhausting.” You said severely, causing Sirius’ heart to stutter. 

His heart picked back up in double time when he noticed your eyes fill with tears.

“And if McKinnon is left to me, it won’t be pretty.” You concluded, sniffing quickly and stuffing your emotions back down deep into your stomach like Sirius knew you’d been raised to do.

“Crying?” Sirius asked breathlessly.

“Sobbing.” You corrected.

Well.

Well, this just wouldn’t do.

Turns out, Sirius was going to get detention for hitting a girl today. 

“Oi! McKinnon!” Sirius called out when he spotted Marlene sat under a tree on the Hogwarts grounds. “Take your earrings out, you and I are fighting.” He called as he got closer, pulling his earrings own out pre-emptively. 

Marlene scoffed. “Have you taken one too many bludgers to the head there, Black?” 

“What’d you say to James?” He carried on.

“Potter?”

“Sod off, McKinnon. What’d you say?”

“I haven’t spoken to him since we all left practice yesterday!” She argued.

“Well you said something, seeing as he’s now apologising to his boyfriend and girlfriend for being ‘exhausting’.”

Sirius watched understanding pass over Marlene’s face as she sighed.

“Oh for- …he wasn’t meant to hear.”

“Make it a habit of talking poorly about your friends behind their back?” Sirius accused.

“Take it easy, Sirius… she didn’t mean it.” Dorcas interjected, causing Sirius’ stormy glare to look her way.

“Then why’d she say it, huh Meadows? Are you calling her a liar then?”

“I was just tired and sore after practice yesterday, Sirius…” Marlene mumbled.

But Sirius didn’t care; he didn’t want excuses. He wanted everyone to see the James that he saw:

James, who had so much love to give.

James, who gave everything he did 110%.

James, who took care of everyone around him like his life depended on it.

James, who pushed his team to victory because he knew they were capable.

James, who knew he was pushing his team hard so let them all leave early whilst he cleaned up after them.

James, who brought out the best in everyone around him.

James, who offered him a home when he had nowhere to go.

James, who was everyone's safety, smile, sanctuary.

“Maybe if you didn’t spend so much of your life finding flaws in everyone else, Marlene, you’d have a little more time to work on your own. I suggest starting with your poor fucking attitude.” He shot at her, feeling the generations of vile, vicious Black’s creep into his psyche. “Perhaps then you’d manage to be even a quarter as loved as James is.”

“Was that really necessary, Black?” Meadows barked angrily. Sirius scoffed in return.

“No more necessary than what she said about James. No one upsets Prongs like that, you hear me? So tell your girl to watch her fuckin’ mouth.”

And he stormed back up to the castle. 

Remus was understandably distressed.

If having his usual bright, sunny boy so down and turned in on himself wasn’t bad enough, you seemed to be equally if not more distressed on his behalf.

He’d been sort of nervous when you took off this morning, but when Remus saw Marlene in one piece in Charms later in the day, he knew you hadn’t done any (permanent) damage.

James was glued to your and Remus’ sides for the remainder of the day, and you were both more than happy to fawn over him as much as he needed. His mood didn’t seem to improve for your efforts, however.

The three of you were eating dinner with Sirius who was carrying most of the conversation on your behalves, which you and Remus (and likely James) appreciated, when Barty approached the Gryffindor table.

“Hey Y/N, I just had the most brilliant i- whoa, wait, whoa, what the fuck?” He cut himself off, looking to the group in horror.

“What’s up, junior?” You asked calmly, feeling particularly defensive of your boyfriend and keeping an eye on James in your periphery.

“What happened to Potter? What’s going on?” He asked, sounding particularly disturbed causing Remus’ brows to furrow bemusedly. 

No one seemed to have a good answer; Sirius and Remus exchanging confused glances, James lowering his head in shame, and you rolling your eyes at your friend's dramatics.

“Who did this?” He asked then, voice taking on a shrill quality. “Y/N? Did you do this?” He demanded, gesturing to James.

“I did not do this!” You shouted back.

“Okay well this is bad!”

“I know it’s bad!”

“No, this is bad, bad. This is like… this is. I have no words. Y/N, fix it, fix it right now.” Barty insisted, roughly jostling your shoulder as if you were simply standing here negligently as your boyfriend suffered. 

Remus, James, and Sirius all watched in abject fascination and horror.

“Who did this, Potter?” Barty asked quietly, turning his attention to James when he felt he wasn’t getting answers from you. “Give me names; who disturbed the delicate balance of the universe?”

James’ eyebrows were in his hair as he looked between you and Barty.

“Oh gods,” Barty breathed. “It’s worse than I though.”

Barty shoved his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out a lolly. “You like candy, Potter? Here.” He said as he threw the lolly at him without waiting for a response. “I have more, one sec.” 

With that, Barty turned his pocket inside out and piled what had to be almost thirty lollipops in front of James.

“Why do you have so many lollies, Junior?” Sirius asked, reaching over to grab one from the pile which earned him a squeal and a harsh smack on the wrist from Barty.

“None of your sodding business, Black.”

Remus delighted in hearing a slight chuckle under James' breath.

“Why do you have so many lollies?” Remus asked instead, knowing Barty was slightly less volatile with him than with Sirius.

“I was trying to quit smoking. Now I’m just addicted to sugar and cigarettes. Also, Y/N likes them.” He said, producing one from your pocket with a flourish to hand it to you.

“M’lady.” He said with a bow before resuming his piling of more lollies in front of James.

“I think that’s enough lollies, Junior.” Sirius suggested, earning him a scowl.

“The world is fucking topsy-turvey right now, Black! I don’t see you doing anything to correct it! Absolute tosser, thinking I can just go about my day when everything is wrong.” Barty was mostly muttering to himself at this point as he pulled his bookbag over his shoulder and started discarding various things onto the table.

“Why are you all just sitting there? Do something, for the love of Salazar!” He shrieked. “Fix this Y/N! Fix it now; I’m running out of candy!”

And with this, James dissolved into a fit of laughter, causing Barty to pause and whip his head to face him.

Remus wasn’t always Barty’s biggest fan, but he knew that you cared for him and more importantly, he cared for you, and right now Remus could kiss the sod right on the mouth for managing to bring a smile to James' face.

“Is this a fucking joke to you, Potter?” Barty asked incredulously, causing James to laugh harder and even encouraging a laugh from you. Barty’s face softened immediately at the sound and turned to beam at you. 

“There!” He proclaimed then. “All better!”

And with that, Barty headed towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

“You’re welcome everyone! I just corrected a major blip in the universe; but this is the last time I do it for free!”

James began to catch his breath and wipe away tears from under his eyes. 

“See?” You said, reaching across to gently shake James’ wrist. James caught your hand before you could pull it away from him. “Even Barty likes you just the way you are. And he hates Gryffindors.”

James barked another laugh at that and let out a steadying breath. 

“Not as much as we do, though.” Remus pressed, resting his forehead against James’ temple as he pulled him closer into his side. 

“Thank you guys.” James admitted quietly, squeezing your hand that he still held captive over the table.

“There’s nothing to thank us for, bubs.” You insisted, causing Sirius to snort.

“Yeah. These two did fuck all; you should be thanking Junior.” 

You all started laughing again, distributing lollies to the younger students sitting around you.

[tiredmamaissy]

hey beautiful, could i request a sub neteyam x reader (wifey) with an exhibition, spitting in mouth and degradation kink.

context: neteyam is oblivious to flirting from other females. so, reader decides to make it a point to show everyone neteyam's is theirs.

love love love your work. thanks for providing the neteyam spice that we all need 🤌🥰

Hide and Peek

a lil sumn sumn for y'all before bed

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Omatikaya Reader Y/N (19) Warnings: NSFW, degradation kink, spitting in mouth, exhibition, oral sex, foot stuff, knotting, sub neteyam

Word Count: 3.5k Authors note: My first ever request. This is a softer version of exhibition, etc. as public things are sort of a trigger me, so I hope this is okay, anon! :) lowkey got into it at the end, though.

Intro:

It’s been a few weeks since you and the Sully family have sought uturu in the Metkayina village, Awa’atlu. At first, the people were wary of all of you, thinking that providing you guys with a sanctuary would bring danger upon their people. However, after pulling your weight and adapting well to their way of life, they’ve become accepting of you and the Sully family. You and Neteyam have been so focused on adapting that your intimacy has taken quite a hit, to the point where the Metkayina people think you’re apart of the family, rather than Neteyam’s mate.

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You sit in the sand next to Kiri, soaking up the warm rays of the sun that beats on your bodies.

“I could definitely get used to this. It’s not too bad here.” You say, digging your toes further into the sand. Kiri giggles, and shakes her head. “Nothing will compare to home. But I will admit that here is nice. Look around us, Eywa keeps on giving.” She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of the ocean. You close your eyes and dip your head back, listening to the waves crash into the shore. It’s so serene that you feel like you’re going to fall asleep any second, when you hear three voices behind you.   “Yeah. That Neteyam boy is cute. I’m glad he’s unmated... because I would mate with him.” Alira says, smiling to herself.

You look at Kiri, and scoff. “Forget what I said.” “Yeah? Well, I’d do way more than just mate with him.” Maru smirks. “Me too. I’d spit in his mouth and dominate the fuck out of him.” Vineya laughs, looking down at her feet.

Maru looks at Vineya. “Okay that’s a bit far… I’d probably just call him a few dirty names and put him in his place. He looks like he wants to be tamed.” She giggles.

“Well, I’d take his knot happily. It must be huge… he’s so tall and muscular. I just want to eat him up.” Alira mumbles to herself. “Definitely. I’d eat him alright. Probably have him eat me too.” Vineya moans softly, getting excited. “Maybe we can all share him then.” Maru suggests. “Shit. He’s coming, shush!” The words coming out of their mouths set a fire deep in your chest. Jealous isn’t a good enough word to describe the burning sensation inside your chest. You’re so livid that you feel like getting up and putting them in their place for talking about your mate like an object. He is not unmated. He is your mate, and he has been since he became a man. Kiri rests a hand on your thigh, as if to say, ‘don’t listen to them’. Her touch brings you back to reality. You shake your head, trying to get their words out your head.

Neteyam walks over to you guys, braids swaying side to side, and calls for you. “Kiri. Y/n.”

He glances at Kiri, and then at you, looking you up and down whilst smiling. He’s happy to see you. Likewise. You both stand up to greet him.  “Brother. Coming to disturb us I see.” Kiri rolls her eyes. “Hey, you.” You walk towards him, returning the smile. “Just coming to check up on you two.” Neteyam says, resting a hand on your lower back. “Yeah. We all know who you’re actually here to check up on.” Kiri shakes her head, turning around to go sit back down in the sand. “I guess that’s my cue to leave.”

Neteyam laughs. “I cannot say she is wrong. I have been missing you. Dad has me watching Lo’ak, sorry I have been away so often.” He leans into you, moving his hand to your waist.

The simple touch feels so good; it’s been too long. You see the group of girls watching you guys intently. They talk among themselves, trying to encourage each other to come over and make a move.

You lean into your mate, and tippy toe, brushing your lips against his ear ever so slightly. He holds onto your waist a little tighter, providing you with some support, as he tilts his head down.

“Eclipse. Our spot. I miss you more, by the way.” You whisper in his ear, although it was more of a moan, and drop back to the flat of your feet. He turns to you, brows raised, and a grin plastered on his face. He stares at your lips - his way of saying ‘understood, my mate’. The girls make their way over and Neteyam loosens his grip around your waist to acknowledge the oncoming company. Neteyam was raised to be a gentleman, so he greets and speaks kindly to all people, even the ones with an ulterior motive. Typically, this means he’s oblivious to all flirting outside of yours – he couldn’t quite understand why someone would flirt with a mated man. He greets them with a smile, like a gentleman, which sends the wrong message. Strike one. Their approach is aggressive, causing you to take a step back as they surround your mate. You see red, the heat now radiating from your chest to the rest of your body. Did they not just see you touch your mate? Whisper in his ear? Him grab you by the waist? What more do they need, you to fuck him in front of them? Not a bad idea, y/n. You smile to yourself, and then at them. “Hey…” he looks at each one of them up and down as they circle him. Strike two. “Hey, mighty warrior” Vineya speaks, brushing her hand over his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes? You have the body of one” Neteyam laughs with her awkwardly, “Yes... I am”. “Hi. Do all Omatikaya people have braids?” Alira asks, twirling her finger around one of his braids, completely ignoring Kiri’s hairstyle. Neteyam is taken aback by the physicality, but puts it off to curiosity. “Not all of us, no.” He examines the girl intently. Strike three. “My name is Maru, hi.” She looks at his tail, stroking it from base to tip. “Your tail is so different... aren’t you slower in the water?” she asks. He chuckles uncomfortably and steps back, inching his way back to you. “Uh, somewhat. I am getting the hang of it, though.” He smiles at them and turns around to face you. “Y/n. I must go, dad is expecting me soon.” He smiles at you, tucking a braid behind your ear. “Kiri, I’ll see you later.” He waves at her, and then the group of girls. “Bye Neteyam! Hope to see you again soon!” The girls say in unison. Kiri rolls her eyes for a second time. “No respect.” She grabs your hand and pulls you towards your Marui pod.

To her surprise, you smile at her with a twitching eye, and say "Give me a minute.” You approach the girls who are gushing over your mate, once again. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, girls. I’m y/n.” you greet them. “Neteyam… he’s quite the catch, isn’t he?” They all greet you, looking you up and down. “He is. Any way that you could set us up?” They laugh again. “Yeah. Definitely.” You shrug your shoulder, smiling with them. “Y/n!” Kiri whisper calls for you, with confusion plastered all over her face. You move your hand discreetly to your back and shoo her away. “Sorry for my sister, she’s ready to go home.” You smile. “Anyways, as I was saying. There is a spot that I know about that Neteyam likes to go for some ‘alone time’. No one else is really allowed to follow him there, but I could show you guys.” You lean into their circle and whisper, “but you have to keep hidden, and quiet – very quiet.” They all quiet down and huddle into you, as if they were being told a secret. “Okay. We will be” They whisper, grinning with excitement. You pull back. “Good. Meet me here right before the eclipse, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smile, taking some strides backwards. “See you girls later.” You take Kiri’s arm and walk away quickly. “What are you thinking?” Kiri interrogates you. “I’m going to teach them a lesson. A lesson that’s obviously needed.” You say, dropping your mask and showing her your true feelings. “And how exactly are you going to do that?” Kiri asks, rolling her eyes for a third time. “You don’t want to know the details. Trust me.” You fume, breathing heavily.

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When you get to the shore, you see the three girls huddled together talking amongst each other. The sky is getting dim as the eclipse is fast approaching. You walk over to them. “Hey girls.” You nudge your head in the direction of the rocky coast. “Follow me” You call for your ilu.

They come willingly, excited to spy on Neteyam. You all bond with your ilus and make your way over to the secluded spot, a small open cave, nestled in a sea of rocks by the mangroves. When you all arrive, you see Neteyam waiting patiently for his mate, his bioluminescence glowing in the darkness. Seeing your mate took your breath away, as it did for everyone else, too. You were ready to take him and make him yours all over again. You all hide behind the curves of the mangroves, peaking through the cracks of the roots. They’re mesmerized by this glowing body, as he starts to remove his hunting knife from his hip. He fiddles with his loincloth, repositioning it before he makes his way into the water. Spying on your mate like this arouses you, your already wet loincloth becomes wetter from your slick. You fall back, and swim quietly away from the girls, making your way towards a hidden hole in the mangroves that lead to the small open cave. You swim low and slow, keeping hidden until the very last moment, where you see your mate walking into the water. You slowly emerge out of the water, just as he’s crotch deep. In your direct line of sight is his cock, imprinting out of his wet loincloth. Brushing your face against his bulge, you stand slowly looking deep in his eyes. You make your way to the shallow end of the cave, backing him up against the rocky wall.

“Hey, mighty warrior.” You run your hand up his arm and squeeze his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes?” you lean into his chest, and kiss his muscular breast. “You have the body of one.”

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He responds with his line, “Yes... I am.” He pulls you in closer by your waist, leaning in to kiss you.   You cup his bulge suddenly, making him jolt instead. “Need help removing this?” You smile, brushing your lips against his.

“I missed you, my mate.” He moans into your mouth, moving his hands up your back.

You glance to the surprised eyes that peer through the cracks of the mangroves and smirk. “I missed you more, my love.” You look back at him and meet your lips with his.

He kisses you hungrily, allowing his hands to explore your body, running his hand along your queue. You melt into his feverish touches, rubbing his bulge eagerly.

“I want to try something new today. You trust me, yes?” you whisper into his mouth.

“I trust you, always.” He smiles, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Good.” You twirl one of his braids around your finger, then tuck it behind his ear.

You move your hand to the base of his queue, and run it along it’s length, holding the end and bringing it between you two. You both watch his tendrils dance excitedly, while he brings your queue forward. He puts your queue against his, and both your tendrils intertwine, connecting together. The feeling is exhilarating, causing both your eyes to dilate as you sync with one another.

The girls watching feel like they're invading a deeply intimate moment between mates – because they are. They’re taken aback, whispering to each other that they didn’t know you were his mate and that they thought you were merely his sister, or some sort of family pet. As much as they want to leave, they can’t. You see them linger longer, watching the show intently.

Being watched like this gives you an adrenaline rush, bringing feelings of extreme excitement to your body, transferring it to Neteyams.  

“Why so excited?” he asks, watching you kiss your way down his body.

“Just excited to see you, babe.” Your sloppy, wet kisses reach his belly, where you play with the dips of his abs with your tongue.

His breath becomes raggedly, and his cock hardens even more.

“You’re making me rock-hard, y/n.” he says through a clenched jaw, feeling good from your kisses.

You untie the knot of his loincloth, unleashing his raging cock. You could practically hear the girls gasp at his length. You were going to give them the show of their lives. You rub your face against his cock, breathing in his musky scent. He stares down at you, with desire in his eyes. He wants you so badly, and you can feel it.

“I just want to eat you up.” you taunt, licking his cock from base to tip.

Eat me up? he thinks, confused.

“But, I prefer you eat me first.” You stand up quickly, moving him to switch positions with you.

You lean back against the wall, and rest your foot on a rock, opening your legs. “Get on your knees.” You demand him.

He looks at you, with an arched eyebrow and smiles, as if he can’t believe the words coming out your mouth. “What?”

You hear the faint giggles coming from the mangroves, as if they were saying that you couldn’t dominate your mate.

You untie your own loincloth and use it to blindfold your mate. “I said, kneel.” You say sternly.

He kneels immediately, obeying his mate’s command. His nose brushes against the soft flesh between your legs that lay open. He inhales deeply, savouring the sweet scent of your cunt.

You grab a fist full of his braids and shove his face into your pussy. “Now, eat.”

Being blindfolded, he has to rely solely on his other senses. His hands explore your thighs, while his tongue licks the flesh between your thighs, tasting the different flavours your body has to offer. Once he starts tasting the sweetness of your nectar, he laps up your juices hungrily. His nose is buried in your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive pearl, while he drinks the juices that flow out of you.

“Good boy. Fuck” you moan, rubbing your cunt against his face while gripping his head.

He’s drunk off your scent, gulping the slick that fills his mouth the more he eats you out. The water splashes against his back as he kneels and sucks on your clit, making your legs shake. You look down and see him, blind folded, making out with your cunt and it sends you over the edge.

“Ugh, f-fuck. You look like my little fuck toy sucking on my clit like that.” you purr, caressing his cheek. “Does this little toy want my cum?” you tease, feeling your climax approaching.

Yes. Fuck. He begs you.

All he can do is let throaty moans vibrate through his nose into your cunt, which brings you even closer to your peak. His breath is heavy, panting hot air into your pussy while he’s gripping your thighs as you thrust into his face, desperate to cum inside his mouth.

You dip your head back, feeling ecstasy from your mate lapping up your pussy juices, and peak at the girls watching you about to cum in his mouth. You give them a smile, and they look away in embarrassment.

“Look at me.” You demand.

They look back at you, eyes wide, looking you up and down.

He shakes his head. I can’t see, y/n.

“Not you, baby boy.” You moan breathlessly, about to cum any second. The thought of them watching you face fuck their little crush makes you so, so turned on.

You can tell your mate is getting weary, as his movements are becoming more erratic, desperate for you to cum in his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to cum inside your mouth that bad? Fuck.” You moan, shoving your pussy against his face.

The heat in your chest shoots down your spine, into your cunt, and out into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck! Cumming!” you shriek, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into your cunt.

You look down to see your mate gulping loudly, swallowing every drop of sweep nectar that drips out of your aching hole. You pull his face away from your cunt suddenly, letting him gasp for air. Strings of your cum that connect your pussy to his lips break as he sits back into the dip of his feet.

His shoulders move up and down from how hard he’s trying to catch his breath, making choking noises in the process. His hands rest on his thighs as he hangs his head, your cum still dripping down his mouth onto his chest. You’re panting too, trying to come down from your high.

“You did well, sweetheart.” You praise him.

Using a single finger under his chin to tilt his head upwards, he parts his lips, panting small, hot breaths.

“Open wider.” You command. He opens wider, tilting his head back even more, and you spit directly into his mouth. He whimpers, completely under your trance. “Swallow.”

He swallows your spit greedily, licking his bottom lip, corner to corner. Your foot presses against his bulging, throbbing cock, causing him to whine under your touch.

“Since you were such a good boy, I’ll make you feel good.” You take your mates cock between your toes, providing him with just enough friction.

The strings of precum dripping from his throbbing cockhead coat your toes in a thick slick, allowing him to thrust his hips freely.

“Work for it, my little cumslut.” He bucks his hips into your toes, moaning and whining loudly.

“Nghh... y/n. Why are you acting this way?” he asks through shaky breaths, working for his climax.

“It’s your punishment.” You state, like it was a fact.

“What did I do, baby? Mmnnh…” he whimpers, his head dipping back from being almost there.

“You don’t know?” you pull back your foot.

He thrusts against nothing into the air, still trying to chase his orgasm. “Fuck. Please, y/n.” he begs, extending his hand to touch himself.

You kick away his hand and crouch over, taking off his blind fold to reveal his watery, drunk eyes, willing to do anything to cum. “What did you think of those girls?”

“I don’t know, y/n.” he whines, “...they were friendly, I guess”

“No.” you straddle him. “They were flirting. With my mate.” You take the entirety of his pulsing, swollen cock inside your slippery cunt in one thrust, already feeling his knot emerging.

You both moan in unison, as you feel the heat of each other mix together. You look into each other’s eyes, forehead to forehead, panting from the feeling.

“That’s your problem. You think people are just being nice when really...” you lift your hips up, “...they want your huge, fucking cock.” You slam your hips against his.

His eyes squeeze shut as he dips his head back, feeling overstimulated by your walls that clench tightly around his girth. “I’m sorry, baby” he whimpers, resting his head into your bosom as he  runs his fingers up and down your back.

“You better be, you little slut.” You whine on his knot while you breath into his ear, “make it up to me... and give me this fat knot of yours.”

Hearing these words drive him into a frenzy, fucking you erratically and moaning loudly. Just as you feel his cock heat up, trying to burrow it’s knot into your cunt, you grab his jaw and turn it towards the mangroves.

“Look at the audience while you cum inside your mate.” He looks through the cracks of the mangroves to see three, bulging, glowing pairs of blue eyes watching them.

He’s so deep into the thick, hazy fog that it turns him on even more to know that they’ve been watching him be dominated this entire time. He thrusts into you even harder, even deeper, showing them that you’re his. You lick his neck, holding his head in position while you ride out your oncoming orgasm, moaning in his ear.

“Knot me. Show them you’re mine.” You moan, feeling your cunt start to pulsate around his cock.

He’s panting, staring at the blue eyes that stare at back at him while he ruts into you relentlessly, listening to your loud moans in his ear.

“Oh – oh shit. F-fuck! Cumming. Cumming!” he lets out lengthy whines, driving his knot into your cunt, tying you two together.

You turn your head to the direction of their glowing eyes, and smile, planting wet kisses all over your mates face, as he gasps for air. “That’s a good boy. I hope you learnt your lesson. All of you.”  

Photo creds: sberrymango (on insta)

[grvstnaya-svka]

I fucking hated Fredrick Bitchass Usher with a passion that I was not expecting to … I mean just look at this stupid fucker with his dumbass bun /ponytail bullshit

Fredrick “frodrick” Usher is such a fuckin pussy wtf?! Bitch looks like he’d have a fuckin aneurism if he accidentally brushed up against a tiddy how the hell did this fool land a wife like that??

AND THEN HAVE THE GODDAMN GALL, THE AUDACITY TO ABUSE SUCH A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN ????

Who, mind you, was already no doubt in excruciating fucking pain and absolutely paying the consequences as it was!

And for what? Cheating? I’d cheat on him too! In a heartbeat. Jesus Christ. I don’t know how much love was there before the “terrible accident” but babe you could do so much better than mf sweaty Freddy. Only two reasons to marry him had to be pity and, well, I’m sure the money fuckin helped as well.

Also you can’t convince me that this absolute beauty (inside and out), this fucking queen,

Ms. Lenore Usher,

… was the spawn of that dipshit. Like… the math don’t work. The math ain’t mathin for me. I’m sorry but no.

Which, made his death scene all the more sweet. And miss Verna was fuckin serving during that entire scene 😘🤌

Fuck.

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Disclaimer: I’m not fuckin stupid. It’s a show. this fucker just got under my skin lol. Absolutely no disrespect to Henry Thomas tho. Just lose the fuckin ponytail please god

[buckyysdoll]

— 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐜𝐬 —

જ⁀➴ — summary: self explanatory; a/n: fic song choice: “Slow Hand” — The Pointer Sisters -> i can imagine him just being your idiot and pretending to strip tease and singing along, for no other reason that it makes his wife laugh and there’s no sound in the world more beautiful; cw: allusions to sex, but otherwise just soft; pairing: bucky x f!reader

MAIN MASTERLIST

• “get your fucking hands off my wife” type of husband clodisiaiixkaioai

• or he brushes soft fingertips over your cheek and says quiet as death, “who did this to you?”

• bucky knows you can defend yourself perfectly well, so is more than happy to pin the bastard down and let you go for it, let you be feral 😌 supportive husband 💪🏻

• but that doesn’t mean he can’t be possessive as well, and though he tries to control it, it does still get between you. it’s just that he loves you too fucking much to know what to do with it, how to breathe through it —

• jealous!bucky with his arm around your waist in public, or coming up behind you to press a kiss to the side of your neck with his broad hands settled on your hips

• extremely protective, and most of all against himself; his biggest fear is who he was, what he could do and the threat it returning. And so that thought of hurting you — the risk of it pulled him away time and again. took him from your bedside in the middle of the night and went insisting that you shouldn’t have to do this, have to love him.

• because he just can’t let go of who he was like you did readily, and couldn’t yet see that loving was easy when centred on him; was as natural as breath.

• in bed, he does the cold feet thing but with his metal arm on your waist from behind, his hand on your bare tummy giving rise to a shriek that’s half laugh and half cursing your husband.

•BUCKY DOES THE HAIR TUCK THING BEFORE HE KISSES YOU, AND YOU KNOW BY THE LOOK IN HIS EYES WHAT HE'S THINKING, BY HIS CHANGED PITCH IN BREATHING YOU KNOW WHAT HE WANTS, AND HIS EYES WON'T LEAVE YOUR OWN BUT FOR YOUR LIPS, WHICH THEY JUST CAN’T STOP STRAYING TO

• i do believe he’d also be the type to channel aaron warner with a little “lift your hips for me love” 🫡🫠KCKIDIDKSNKSCKAKFKKSKXKKS

• bucky is obviously very touch-starved, but i think physical contact would definitely be his love language once he gets to know and feel and trust it, through learning with you. so then you’re touching in some way almost constantly, whether it be a hand held in public (or a throat held in private? *😏) because it just assures you both and keeps you steady, keeps you grounded.

• *as in like, this may sound weird, but i feel like he’d love to feel your pulse because it assures him that you’re here and that you’re safe? and even more so when he’s got you worked up, cos his heightened senses feel your heart rate pick up at his touch😭 so when you’re making out, his hand will come to rest on the curve of your neck, and he’ll slowly brush his thumb across the hollow of your throat as he’s getting drunk off kissing you

• so a hand on your thigh when sat together is expected, his thumb rubbing the same slow circles into jeans or skin in the same way that he does it with your hands held. or he’ll be holding your hand in public and then just randomly, absentmindedly bring it to his mouth and press a light kiss to the back of it

• he’s just so goddamn proud to be the man on your arm, and that 40s charm and courtesy with ladies hadn’t been erased from him like so much else had

• we all just know what he’d be like; as a boyfriend, as a husband, as an absolute gentleman.

• you get soft!bucky cos you’re the only one other than steve who ever tried to see the good in him; i-hate-everyone-but-you, grumpy x sunshine trope 🤌🏻

• although he still doesn’t think that he deserves you at all :’( so he often pulls away which leads to fights, and emotional make-ups.

• and these may or may not lead to inevitably slow + passionate sex where you’re both left shaking just from love for the other before you’d even gone so far as touch.

• and those nights end with your mutual tears as you show him just how much love you have to give, how much he’s worth. and so too do they threaten to fall as you give yourself over to his slow loving hands; over to his mouth and the feel of his skin as he shows you that to him, you are divine.

• in your relationship in general he needs frequent reassurance, and you’ll always give it gladly with no single question asked. after all, you both had scars that ran deep — you needed it from him just as much.

• and of course, where would we be without slow dances in the kitchen, which are somehow more intimate when dressed in his shirt than anything you’d done thus far without your clothes on. it’s in the way he cradles you to him by the songs that were custom to him in his youth, with one hand held in his against his chest and the other around you. it’s in him breathing in your scent from your hair, from the soft crook between your neck and shoulder as you softly sway and move, him exhaling in the place where he’d found home, your fingers finding his hair.

• it’s just a very soft love where you’re both safe and adored and accepted; met fully where you are, and not asked to change but to grow old together.

• because of his vibranium arm, idk why but i just feel that he’d love to pick you up — whether it be jokingly or tender. you fall asleep on the couch? he’ll lift you and carry you gently to bed. it’s something in the way his solid strength can keep you safe that he’s assured he can protect you, and that you trust him when so vulnerable.

• so too, though, will he hoist you up into his arms with a natural ease, and lay you down with kisses pressed to each part of your body he lays bare. then bucky whispers with that wicked half-smile, ‘you’re gonna regret that’ in response to something teasing you had said —

• oh, and how your sounding laugh made his heart leap.

• okay and this makes me melt, but bucky loves to cook for you and give you those date nights and perfect mornings-after you deserve. and even though that first dinner he made you on your first official ‘date’ outside the watchful gaze of the other avengers he did burn, every moment still was perfect because it was him, because he cared enough.

• he plans to bring you breakfast in bed, though the smell of cooking bacon and that coffee woke you first. on padding bare feet you enter the kitchen and are met with the sight of him with his back to you, standing at the stove with a wooden spoon in hand and that pair of pyjamas you’d bought him. the smile that touches your lips takes up your whole face, and you couldn’t hope to stop it. you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist and there he softens, muscles settling into the shape yours take, as he has learned to trust a world that has you in it. and so then bucky smiles to himself to feel your touch; he turns, and he sees you’re in his shirt and loves you deeper for it.

• coming in for a good morning kiss is something inevitable, no choice to be made. The truth? You hadn’t believed in miracles until you’d met the Winter Soldier, and fallen for the man with the warmest of hearts beneath that old fabled ice.

• But he no longer flinched at contact, knowing touch could be beautiful when shared; learning that to love and touch could mean the whole world and no hurt at all.

• he just genuinely loves to take care of you, regardless of the hour or what it is you need.

• his sleepy voice just drives you insane and he knows it, he loves it; he presses the advantage. he’s teasing as he wakes up and the first thing he wants is you, seeing you lay so stubborn in pretending that the husk of his voice is not arousing, damn the man. so excuse my vulgarity in saying, but he’s some kinda *morning man* if you know what i mean 😌

• though then again, he’s a man for any goddam time of the day when it comes to his wife and her love

• but aside from all that, it’s like his voice was the sole sure light in your life; each time he spoke you felt the stir within your gut that said at long last, i am home. you find yourself waiting for the moment when he walks through that front door and you then breathe again as you eat, sleep and talk with the love of your life. and somehow life means something more than you’d ever thought it could all those years past, yet here you are. sharing home and hearth with the man who’d become your love and best friend all in one. He who’d dragged your heart back up from HYDRA’s raging hells.

• Bucky loves to be touching in sleep, so your back is always curved against his front, or your head’s on his chest. The first waking seconds of each day were spent like this: his fingers carding through your hair or running gently down your back, tracing shapes, wondering how on earth he got so lucky as then.

• thinking that if only he’d known just how good it could be, then he would’ve known just what he had been living for all those years in the cold, empty dark.

• comforting him in the predawn hours when nightmares break his sleep, and soothing him back to the rest that escaped him with soft fingers in his hair; or a cold damp flannel for the fever in his head that you accompanied with praise, with words of comfort.

• You take his bad days with his good, as he does you. There’s a silent understanding. Something that’s mutual and unsaid before it’s shared out in the open: how you both had pasts with HYDRA that left hollow spaces where life had once dwelled.

• And so he proposes one morning in bed, cos i can’t get enough of this scenario my god. you’re both just sleepy and he’s kissing you and his smile is lazy and content and he’s happy, and he just smiles against your lips and says “marry me” cos there’s only one thing that could improve upon that happiness, that joy. and you don’t know if he means it at first and it scares you just how much you want him to, but he’s here and he’s saying the words, and he’s never meant anything more in his life.

• The engagement ring that’s been sitting in his sock drawer waiting for the “right moment” is now finally aired to breathe, pushed lightly onto your wedding-band finger that you only see half-blind through unshed tears.

• should i have included dad!bucky hcs? or pregnant!reader hcs? IDK

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[dxckgrxsonx]

Can we talk about how Dick would just love to eat pussy though 🤌🏻 He keeps you pinned down by the hips, head buried between your thighs and says he's going to keep you just like that until *he's* done 🤤

Pairing - Dick Grayson X (F) Reader Words - 1.4K Warnings - SMUT 18+ - Graphic Sexual Content - Oral Sex (Female Receiving) - Mean!Dick - Slight Degradation - Overstimulation. Notes - Stop stop I'm already dead. Hfudhfuhf i’m never going to recover from this. I am respectfully resting in everything but peace. I am resting disrespectfully. I’m resting like a whore.

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Sometimes you think he was born at the centre of a dying star.

Birthed in the face of something powerful, something beautiful, something unbelievably explosive. You think he’s one-in-a-million, utterly unique, bleeds compassion and patience and embodies everything good in the world. Think he took all the qualities of a supernova and wrapped himself in it, curled into its embrace and refused to leave. Became someone bright and alive and deadly.

You don’t blame yourself for being swept into his orbit, never would have been able to resist his pull. Dick Grayson is larger than life itself, holds your beating heart in the palm of his hands. To love him is a privilege, to hold him between your own two hands is something precious, something rare.

And when he loves you back, you think you understand how he was born. All that weight and energy collapsing in on itself to create something incomprehensible, something bright and burning and without words.

You’ll love him for the rest of your life if he lets you.

Providing he doesn’t kill you by sending you into cardiac arrest first.

Voice slurred with sleep, you call out into the dark, “Wha–?”

There’s warm hands sliding between your knees, nudging them apart and rousing you from sleep. You blink through the dark, disbelieving and swimming in confusion. Pressing your hand over the top of the covers your fingers trace the outline of broad shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Dick croaks from between your legs, fingers pressing into your thighs and forcing them apart. “Baby, wanna taste you, miss eating your pretty pussy.”

Pressing his mouth against your inner thigh Dick drags his tongue over the sensitive skin, forcing your back to arch into his firm hands. Biting on the soft flesh he walks the pads of his fingers up and over your hips, slips under your shirt to paw at your breasts.

“Dick,” You mewl, dipping your hands under the covers to sweep through his hair. “What are you doing? It’s four in the morning.”

Pinching at your nipple you shudder, goosebumps rippling down your arms and across your stomach. Dick smiles against your skin, clever mouth steadily working its way up your leg. Stopping at your underwear he presses his tongue over the fabric, gets it damp; sticks it to the wet lips of your cunt.

“Shh,” He says, “Can’t I eat my girl out? Don’t you want me to lick your pussy?”

Groaning under your breath you swear, “You’re fucking insatible.”

“S’not my fault you taste so good, sweetheart.”

Hooking his arms around your thighs he drags you down the bed, tilts your hips so you’re spread out beneath his pretty mouth. Licking along the wet fabric of your underwear from entrance to clit you whine and try to rock your hips up for more pressure, unsatisfied with the barrier.

Clamping his hands around your hips Dick forces you to remain still, uses the strength in his arms to hold you down. Sucking at your throbbing clit through your underwear you throw your head back and try to clamp your thighs around his head. You feel him grin against you before he starts tracing circles over the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

Moaning desperately, your fingers tighten in his hair, “Please take them off.” 

“I don’t know sweetheart, if you can’t handle it with them on, m’not sure I should be taking them off. Maybe I should keep them on, make you come in them instead.”

“No.” You whine, shaking your head and tugging at his hair. “I can barely feel anything. Please–please take them off.”

Ignoring your pleas Dick goes back to pressing his tongue against your clit, sweeping it back and forth, sucking it between his lips and making it twitch. Trying to guide his head where you want it most he growls and moves one hand to slap your inner thigh.

Arching violently you whimper, “Dick–baby, please…you’re being mean.”

Pulling his mouth away he slaps your pussy and you jolt, “M’not being mean, you’re just being pathetic.”

Choking on a fractured breath you try to twist and kick him in the side, but Dick is quick enough to catch your leg and pin it to the mattress. An amused chuckle rumbles through his chest at your frustration and he hovers over your underwear, not quite touching, just letting his breath blow over the fabric.

Pulling at his hair you grumble, “Dick, I swear to fucking god if you keep teasing me like this i’ll–”

Sinking his teeth into your inner thigh he bites down hard enough to leave a perfect indent of his teeth behind. Licking over the marks as you tremble in his hold he spreads your legs wider, leans more of his weight against you to stop you fidgeting.

“You’ll what, sweetheart?” He teases, voice touching the edge of cruel. “I don’t think you can do much of anything other than take what I give you. And believe me, I won’t be giving you very much if you keep this up.”

Tears burn at the backs of your eyes. Making an effort to relax you try to control the reflective thrust of your hips as Dick goes back to sucking at your clit. Moaning quietly your fingers shake against his scalp as he drags his tongue over the throbbing little nub. Wetness soaks into your underwear and Dick groans as your taste seeps through.

Finally hooking his thumbs into the elastic of your underwear he tugs them down your legs, allowing you to lift your hips to slide them off. Burying his face into your pussy he gives you a long, slow lick from leaking hole to swollen clit, collecting your wetness on his tongue as he goes.

Without the barrier you feel every stroke of his talented mouth and you moan, muscles twitching with the urge to grind up against his face. Slipping your clit between his lips he sucks, lavishing attention on it with his tongue.

“Ah–fuck.” You cry out, “Dick, please, don’t stop, s’good.”

Removing one hand from over your hip he teases your entrance, rubbing the pads of his fingers over your soaking hole. Waiting for your slick to drip over his hand he traces letters on your clit, measuring your reactions to each one. Pushing forwards he slides two fingers into your cunt, up to the second knuckle. Crooking his fingers he slowly starts to fuck you, settling into a steady rythym that has you quaking.

Sweeping the hair from his eyes you arch your back, press your hips up towards his mouth, “Oh, Dick please. I’m–m’gonna…”

Pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit he gives it long, hard licks, letting you feel every intentional twitch of his mouth. Moaning into your pussy Dick grinds his hips into the bed. Your wet walls clamp around his fingers, knowing he’s hard and grinding his cock into the mattress.

Grinding up against his mouth you fight his firm grip as he tries to hold you still. The strength in his arms makes you feel lightheaded, maybe even intoxicated, fingers touching up against the edge of bruising.

“M’gonna come,” You babble, eyes slipping closed. “Please don’t stop, m’so so close.”

Your limbs lock up, thighs tensing for a solid few seconds as you dangle on the bleeding edge of orgasm. Dick wraps his lips around your hard, throbbing clit and sucks, one, twice, three times and you cry out, voice reverberating around the apartment.

There’s a desperate twitch of your clit in his mouth, cunt spasming around Dick’s nimble fingers as you come. Licking and sucking you through your climax his fingers keep sliding in and out of you, even though your slick gushes around his hand and drips onto the sheets.

“Hng–Dick.” You whine, trying to push his head away. “S-stop, s’too much. M’too sensitive.”

He pulls away for a split second, looks up at you from between your legs, eyes almost black and smirks.

“Oh baby,” He drawls, “M’gonna keep going until i’m done. This isn’t about you. If you can’t handle it then too bad, I don’t care. I’ll make your pretty pussy come until i’m finished. All you need to do is lay there and take it.”

**

[josephquinnswhore]

got another pedro x plus size reader (because they give me confidence and make me feel better about myself)

going to a premier of one if pedro movies and then going to like an after party with all his celeb friends. having drinks and fun etc. turns into reader and pedro dancing and reader grinding/twerking on pedro.

goes based off that video of tiffany hadish dancing on pedro at a party and oh how i envy that woman. *hey alexa play that should be me by justin bieber*

then they go home and yeah make that shit

❤️‍🔥🔥 spicy 🔥❤️‍🔥

(i love you and thank you for sharing your writing you deserve the world babe 🥹🩷 )

His Girl

Pairing: Pedro Pascal X Fem! Reader

Summary: unknown feelings between you and Pedro is admitted after some sexual tension.

Word Count: 3.2k

Content Warnings: friends to lovers trope (hope you don’t mind), drinking alcohol, spicy dancing, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, missionary, creampie. :)

Note: I’ve not felt peace since I’ve seen this video. He’s so bashful and I would love nothing in the world more than to shake my ass on this man. (And hug him) 💜🤌🏼 song is 'just a little bit' by 50 cent. you know..... that one tiktok edit <3

You knew you messed up coming to an afterparty with you best friend, Pedro. You knew you would end up drinking too much and having too much fun, you knew you would pretend for a night that Pedro was yours and things would be everything you ever wanted in the morning, but it was never, it was always you and Pedro sharing the same bed, fully clothed from the night before, both with pounding heads and hungover. A vomit bucket had been placed on your side on the bed, who did it you were never sure, but it was almost routine for you two to hangout afterwards.

Which is why you were reluctant to join Pedro this evening, a bar, with drinks and dancing, it was inevitable and you could hardly bare it anymore. The pain was too much for you to handle, being Pedro's friend was too much for you when you had moments when you acted like a couple. The moments like this where you were by his side, it was insufferable, you found yourself wanting more than friendship, not daring to speak a word no matter how much it hurt.

“You look incredible, give me a spin gorgeous.” You oblige, cheeks flushed hot and red at Pedro’s praise. He takes your hand in his, holding it above his head as he spins you, looking you up and down to get the full picture of you.

Your curves on full display in the dress that clung to you, your hips accentuated had Pedro feeling feral, like something was going to overcome him and he was just going to pounce-he could hardly contain the way his cock twitched at the sight of you.

“Alright, alright. We better get a move on or we’ll be late.” Encouraging him out the door, you give him a gentle push as you lead him out of your apartment, the feeling of his broad shoulders under your fingertips had your hand lingering a moment longer than it should’ve. God he looked incredible, the suit fit him perfectly, his tummy slightly hung over his pants as the white dress shirt underneath was tightly tucked into his dress pants.

His hair was soft and unruly as the curls sit on his head, a masterpiece thanks to your fingers making quick work of his messy hair and some styling mousse.

He opens the door for you, like a complete gentleman, little do you know his eyes are stuck to the picture of your ass bending over to get into his car. Fuck he really has to get a grip of himself.

He follows the gps instruction, coming to a stop at a red light, you realise he’s starring at you, your ears tingle at how hot they feel under his watchful eyes.

“Do I have something on my face?” You question anxiously, pulling down the reflector to check in the mirror if there was something he could be starring at, wanting to save yourself from further embarrassment.

“No, you just look beautiful.” You feel the ache in your heart forming before he finishes the sentence, realising how much you love this man; it was difficult, it almost felt forbidden. Pedro didn’t do relationships, you knew you were absolutely fucked from the moment you met him.

“Hey, everything okay?” You hum in surprise as he pulls you out of your own head, not realising how much your thoughts had consumed you. His brown orbs are full of concern as your mood changes after his compliment, he thinks he’s done something wrong.

“Yeah, sorry. Just got some things on my mind.” His hand rests on your forearm, offering a gentle caress to keep you grounded, with him.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He pulls up to the valie parking, the car still running as the man dressed in a tuxedo takes Pedro’s car keys.

“No, it’s fine. Let’s just enjoy our evening, sorry for being a bummer.”

Pedro can’t help the frown that pinches his eyebrows together, he wanted to help, to hold you, he couldn’t stand seeing you like this, so distant and far from the woman he knew you to be. He sees the way you push it all back internally, like putting a half read book back onto the shelf to be finished later, the fake smile that sits on your lips as you enter the venue.

The bar is full of people you know, the purple lights shining bright on your matte purple dress, the colour looks incredible on your skin as you approach the bar to ask for a drink. The drink is slid across the bar and you take a sip, scrunching your face up in disgust but swallow the cool liquid anyway, it warms your insides in a way that’s addicting, so you throw your head back and finish what’s in the glass. You ‘ah’ as you set the glass down and order another, confidence through the roof as your empty stomach consumes the calories from the drink.

The lack of food in your stomach had the alcohol settling in your blood stream too quickly, it went straight to your head, feeling a little woozy as you’d consumed the second drink. The tall glass full of nothing but alcohol, your tolerance was below average and you mindlessly leave Pedro at the bar, trying to forget about the love you have for him. Tonight you were going to have fun.

You wished you could’ve prepared yourself for the night ahead of you.

Things were going great for most of the night, casual talk with some family here and there, after your sixth drink in one hour you were beginning to regret not taking more time in between. The last of the liquid slips down your throat, and for the first time since you arrived together, you see Pedro watching you.

A familiar tune rings in your ears through the blaring speakers that would leave you with a headache tomorrow. But for now, that tune set something slight in you, you set the empty glass down on a nearby table, your body moving to the beat. This song did things to you, reminded you of him. You decide to put on a show for him, since he was watching and you were absolutely out of your mind giddy and drunk.

Damn baby all I need is a lil' bit

A lil' bit of this, a lil' bit of that

Get it crackin' in the club when you hear the shit

Drop it like it's hot, get to workin' that back

You keep eye contact as you roll your hips to the music, feeling completely yourself as you amerce yourself and give in to the music completely.

You don’t feel him at first, once you realise he’s behind you, you smirk mischievously with an idea that’s probably not a good idea, but fuck it. He was looking so fine and this song had you feeling some kinda way.

Girl, shake that thing, yeah, work that thing

Let me see it go up and down

Rotate that thing, I wanna touch that thing

When you make it go 'round and 'round

His hands find your hips, guiding you closer to him as you shake your ass skilfully, grinding on him teasingly, you look back to him and his hair is messy, eyes are dark and he’s got one hand rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, a shy grin on his lips as he enjoys himself and the sight of you on him.

The crowd that’s surrounded you was cheering, their voices and noise in the back of your mind as you stand straight and turn to face Pedro, wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms around your waist as you and he work in sync to move against each other.

I wanna unbutton your pants just a lil' bit

Take 'em off and pull 'em down just a lil' bit

Get to kissin' and touchin' a lil' bit

Get to lickin' it, a lil' bit

Pedro’s hand caress your hips, running them up and down your curves, dark eyes watching you intensely as you show off for him, your confidence attracting him to you tenfold. The way your body moved effortlessly, the way you held eye contact with him and ran a hand down his chest seductively had him weak in the knees.

Your hands make quick work to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt, never minding the people around you that are videoing the interaction, you felt like you and Pedro were the only two people in the room. His hands caress your ass, grabbing a handful in a state of his own drunken haze and need for more of you. He pulls you closer, you’re flush against his sweating body and you feel his rock hard cock straining in the confines of his pants.

You feel yourself soaking your perfect lace panties as his hands guide your ass to grind against him, his eyes breaking contact with your own to lean his forehead down onto your shoulder, kissing the bare skin in butterfly kisses, licking a stripe up your neck never reminding the sweat.

“C’mon baby you’re killing me, need you do fucking bad.” You gasp at his full transparency, regardless of your flirty interaction on the dance floor the song fades out, he still holds you against him, not wanting to lose this moment with you.

“Let’s go home handsome. I’ll take care of you.” He gives you one last squeeze of your ass and rushed through the farewells of the crowd, you walk closely in front of him to hide his indiscretion. Once you’re outside, the cool air has your teeth chattering as you wait for an Uber Pedro had ordered, he would worry about the car later.

You feel a warmth embracing your shoulders, soft material clinging off your body. You turn to Pedro and see he’s given you his suit jacket, left in his white long sleeve dress shirt that’s still tucked into his suit pants. He suddenly seems shy as your eyes scan him up and down, pausing when you see his soft tummy slightly overhanging his dress pants, your hands caress him in a silent praise, but verbalise it anyway, knowing he’s insecure about it.

“Fucking love your tummy, you know that?” You’re swaying, he’s convinced that it’s just because you’re drunk, in a way because you were trying to distract yourself from whatever was upsetting you earlier.

“I know baby.” He holds your head to his chest, playing with your hair with his fingertips grazing your scalp you let out a groan, he always knew how to make you feel good in an intimate way.

You pass out as soon as you get in the Uber, Pedro watches over you to make sure you’re still breathing, the amount you had to drink tonight was more than he’d ever seen. He also didn’t want you to choke if you vomited, so he pulled your body into him, turning your head downward facing his lap, yes it would be unfortunate if you did happen to puke right into his lap, but hey-he would take the chance.

He pays for the Uber when you arrive back at your place, he manages to pick you up bridal style, all while digging through your purse to find your keys to unlock the front door. Not knowing how to manoeuvre around your house in the dark, he turns a light on which stirs you from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open just as he sets you down in your bed.

He returns with a wet washcloth to wipe your face, trying to cool you down, offering you a drink of water which you accept. “Thanks.” You mumble embarrassed of your shenanigans tonight. “Need any help getting into your pyjamas?” You nod pathetically, bottom lip jutting outward in a big pout as you give him your best puppy dog eyes. Your legs still felt like jelly and your arms were too heavy for you to lift, you were starting to sober up, but you just wanted to lay in the comfort of your mountain of blankets and too many pillows.

He unzips your dress from the side, peeling the straps from your shoulders, pulling it down to your ankles and hanging it up on the coat hanger and up on the wall, not wanting to crinkle or have the delicate material stepped on.

He didn’t realise you weren’t wearing a bra when he comes back with pyjamas, the only thing covering your body was the small piece of material of your black mesh panties. He feels guilty that his cock bounces at the sight of you, bare. You’re more perfect than he ever could’ve imagined. He feels like a pervert, you need his help and he tells himself he’s doing wrong by you.

Your hand grasps his, drawing his attention back to your face, your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth as you watch him, noticing his internal struggle as he sees you, all for him.

You grab him by the collar, pulling him down to you, smashing your lips into his in desperation, tears of pent up feelings and hidden emotions coming to play in the fight for dominance. He pulls back, gasping for air, your hands tangle in his hair and tug lightly which earns a soft moan from him.

“We don’t have to do this.” He offers, giving you an out before you possibly ruin your friendship.

“Want to, want you. Love you so much, please.” A single tear escapes the corner of your eye, he wipes it away with his thumb, sincerity on his face as you confess your love for him.

“Fuck baby I’ve always loved you, why didn’t you say anything.” You help him unbutton his shirt, discarding it to your bedside nightstand, it knocks something off in the process which makes you laugh.

“Was scared you wouldn’t want me cause of how I look.” Pedro grips your face gently with one hand, forcing you to look at him, a sympathetic look strewn on his face, “oh baby, you’re so fucking perfect. And god you know how to shake that ass.”

You giggle as he grabs a handful of your ass, pushing your panties to the side in a desperate attempt to feel you, he couldn’t wait much longer. The action sent you into a frenzy, hands grabbing at his belt as you unbuckled him, pulling his pants and underwear down to his knees, spreading your legs to make room for him between your legs. Your eyes are wide and you inhale a gasp as you see the size of him, it’s thick, about 7 inches and a few shades lighter than his skin tone, he was trimmed and fuck he was perfect.

“Is it okay?” He mutters nervously, anxiety driving his insecurity. You look at him through your lashes and bath your eyes at him as he’s hovering over you.

“It’s fucking perfect baby, you’re so big I dunno if I can take it.” Pedro grunts at your praise, his cock jumping upward.

His fingers slide into you easily, your hole is dripping onto your sheets, the alcohol being a bad influence on your holes need to be fucked. He slowly pumps two fingers inside of you, not bothering to take his time to start of with one, you took him easily with how wet you are, sucking his fingers back in as he curled them upward at the spongey flesh that had your back arched off the bed and eyes clenched shut.

“Fuck Pedro, feels so good.” He leans his head down, humming against your breasts, your hardened nipples are aching with need, wanting some attention paid to them too. He kisses them sloppily, nipping and grazing his teeth as he pulls away, the sensation has you squirming beneath him.

“Need more, please,” you beg impatiently, just wanting his cock to fill your cunt, needing to feel him, all of him.

“It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you.” His thumb meets your aching clit, relieving some pressure as he swirls it around in delicious small tight circles, the pressure was building by the second, the pleasure was almost too much, the skilful action has you gripping your duvet, legs wrapping around his own as you try to pull him closer, “come on baby, cum on my fingers.” You fell apart at his words, creaming on his fingers that massaged your sweet spot, your legs are shaking and your ears are ringing as a string of moans leave your lips. He continues pumping into you slowly, stringing your climax along as much as he can.

When he takes his fingers out of you, the emptiness makes you whine, he sucks your orgasm off his fingers, the action makes you squirm.

“I don’t have a condom baby.” He says pitifully, the head of his cock sticky in clear precum, the head was angry and red at being hard all night with no friction to help relieve him.

“Don’t care, I’m on the pill n I’m clean, please. Need you so bad.” Your voice wavers, still feeling the effects of your orgasm. He guides his cock to your entrance, watching your eyes for any signs of regret. He slides the head in, it’s thick and his fingers are no prep for the size of him, it burns slightly as he pushes in, you whimper, “fuck, so big.” He lets you adjust before pushing further into you, bottoming out, he lets out a breathy groan at the feel of you.

“Not gonna last with how good you feel.” He admits shamefully, you caress his face and kiss his forearm that’s right by your head, “it’s okay baby, move, please.”

Your hole quickly gets used to the size of him, your chest is heavyifng at how he takes your breath away, you bring your legs up to wrap around his lower back, bringing him closer to you, into you.

“Jesus’s fucking Christ baby,” he mutters, finding a steady pace as he pumps into you, slamming into your puffy walls, your whimpers and moans are getting louder and louder as your second climax builds, “fuck ‘m gonna cum, harder please.” He obliges, fucking into you ruthlessly, wanting you to cum again as he begins to sweat, trying to stop himself from cumming in you before you can reach your high.

“Fuck fuck fuck me, fuck Pedro, that’s it. Cock feels so fucking perfect.” Your legs tremble as you fall apart on his cock, stomach spasms as you come undone again, this orgasm coming down on you harder than the last.

Pedro cums seconds later, “fuck, feel so good baby.” His voice is breathy, deep and husky as he cums, his moans loud as the white ropes of his cum paint your walls, his sperm shooting deep inside your womb.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down to lie completely flush against your cool, sweaty skin. You both sit in silence as you feel him go soft inside of you. You massage the back of his head, twisting the curls around your pointer finger.

“Did you mean it?” He asks, voice raspy and vulnerable.

“Mean what?” Unsure of what he means, what did you say?

“That you love me.” You feel anxious, a thousand thoughts running through your head per minute.

“Yeah I do.” He relaxed into you more, breathing evens at your words and you feel yourself becoming more at ease.

“Good, cause I want you to be mine."

You kiss the corner of his lips, "would love nothing more than to be yours."

Thank god you went out drinking this evening.

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

i can’t stop thinking abt like semi vanilla sex with soft boyfriend steve… but he’s obviously daddy because casual dominance mixed into bedroom dominance 😚🤌

and he’s such a dirty talker “i know honey, you’re okay. i know, feels so good doesn’t it? daddy’s here. not going anywhere”

just so sweet and loving🥺

i have a very anxious attachment style and i just want him to hold me and fuck me and when i grab on to him he just shh’s me.

HERE IT IS. 'TIS DONE

Euphoria (s.h.)

i am so sorry i got SO carried away when i saw this ask. i had to turn it into a longer fic. thank you so much and i will def be using this again <3

first time fic, smut, fluff, shy!reader, reader is referred to as angel, bc y/n makes me cringe :< I based this off of the stancy sex scene bc steve in that makes me swoon.

steve is a gentleman, first and foremost. so when his angel starts to get desperate, he knows its time to come up with a plan. she doesnt even notice that shes showing it, but of course, steve analyzes her every move. hes worked out what she likes and how she likes it before they even talk about sex. poor angel is shy about all of it. she wants him, really bad. but hes taking things slowly for her own good. shes had one relationship in the past that shes still unlearning, hence why shes so shy around him. learning to look at sex as something enjoyable as opposed to a chore. angel wanted sex with steve, she didn’t dread it like other times.

steve made her feel safe, and genuinely beautiful. he makes her feel like a princess. angel was surprised when he kissed her and it felt good. it was passionate and felt like home. it didnt feel like she was being used, it felt like mutual adoration and love in a physical form. god, it felt amazing. she wanted more.

five months of comfort and bliss later, steve hasn’t made one sexual move on her. he appreciates what she gives him, but he knows they have all the time in the world. he knows shes "it" for him. shes his best friend. his angel will make it onto his lap, but when things pick up she gets shy. why wasnt he making a move? does he not want her?

which brings them to where they are now. steves hands wandering over her body, her propped up on his lap. her pretty sundress that started all this was riding up her thighs. her chest pressed into his. it was getting harder and harder to be a gentleman. he could see her lace bralette through her dress and he was ravenous. every bone in his body was aching to rip it off and kiss her all over. but he wouldnt. he would take her out first. make sure it's perfect. make sure its magical. make sure it's not on his living room couch at three in the afternoon.

“steve” it came out like a whimper “want more”

his breath hitched. and all he could think of was making angel his little wife.

“yeah baby?” he grips her hair a little, and rubs his thumb up and down the little area of skin right below her temple and next to her ear. “i want you too angel… how about ill take you out tomorrow night? and we’ll go from there ,yea? want you to think it through m’kay? ill give you whatever you want, you just have to ask.”

steve picked her up at five. of course, because it's steve, a candlelit picnic was in order. he had everything set up in the back of his BMW. opened the trunk, making sure a blanket was placed down before everything else. he didn't want her to get her dress dirty.

he was obscenely obsessed with the pretty white dress that went just above the knee. it had pretty little frills on the bottom, and a straight across neckline a few inches above her nipples. a shiny gold and pearl necklace, strappy gold two-inch heels angel fished out of the bottom of her closet. he was practically drooling. feeding her chocolate strawberries he bought at the farmers market down the street. she made flower crowns out of the little dandelions around the blanket. his heart full of love for her.

back at steves house, angel changed into her pajamas. some pink silk pants and one of steves sweaters. he made some tea and put out her favorite snacks on the coffee table for when she came back down. snuggling up to him and thanking him immensely for her day, and allowing her to stay over. to which of course he told her that he should be thanking her.

hours and hours of hugs and kisses that lasted a little bit longer than intended later, it was around eight at night.

"honey, do you wanna get ready for bed? i can put on a movie for us in my room if you want?" steve whispered as gently as he could into angels ear, lips brushing over the shiny earrings she was wearing.

"yes, please. thank you" it came out small, she was nervous. he can tell. he took her face into his hands, rubbing at her cheek lightly.

"listen to me doll, if you just want to watch a movie or cuddle or- just- whatever you want to do, I wont be upset. at all. i promise. i don't want you to feel nervous."

she smiled. " 'm not nervous,-" a little quieter, looking down at her socks, "im excited. just scared that I wont do a good job."

"hey, thats not what it's about babe, there's literally-" he scoffed, "- no way you could do anything wrong. promise." his hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her like she was a princess, making her laugh again. "if you want something just let me know l'right? if you're even like a little tiny bit hesitant you don't even have to say anything okay? no big deal" he held his hands up, emphasizing his last statement.

she gave him the biggest sweetest kiss in the whole wide world, the kind that made his brain go fuzzy and gave him a high that nothing else in the world could.

"c'mon babygirl" he broke the kiss, "gonna lock up the house, kay? go ahead and go upstairs 'nd lay down. ill put a movie on."

as he made his way around the house, steve went over everything he knew she loved in his head. images of her heat rushing to her cheeks, eyes blown wide, pretty thighs pressing together. steve knows what he's doing in bed, and he knows that. so he's not too nervous about his performance. he knows he can satisfy his angel, and he's anticipating every second of it. but the thought of undressing her, seeing her exposed and beautiful, had his breath hitching and his jeans getting tighter as he climbs the stairs to his bedroom.

a soft knock on the door, "honey, can I come in?"

"yes steve"

"hey baby-" and that was all he could get out before his jaw dropped and his pupils blew to two times their original size.

there she was, standing in his bedroom, with that same heat in her cheeks, same blown-out eyes. but this time, his angel was draped in a sheer lace robe that was hanging open, revealing her bare skin donned in sheer, floral lingerie. her nipples peaking through the fabric, skin glowing in the warm light from his bedside. a real-life angel.

"i-" she looked down at her feet, one arm swinging over her stomach in an attempt to cover herself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable, "-i thought it was pretty-"

"you're so gorgeous baby," closing the gap between them immediately, wrapping his arm around her hips, pulling her closer. placing his hand on the side of her freshly clean face. "I love you so much." capturing her lips in a fairytale kiss, trying to express as much love as he can with the gesture.

his arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her up into his arms. steve swears he's in a dream. angel's legs wrapping around his waist, grinding her cunt onto his stomach and devouring him.

"do you want me, love? tell me."

"yes please steve, 'm ready"

he lowers her onto the neatly made bed. he prepared his room the best he could when he woke up this morning. fluffing all his pillows, and washing his comforter. a bouquet of roses with her name on the tag laid on his bedside table.

"i love you, so so much sweetheart." his voice is soft and sweet, gentle and loving.

"i love you too."

slow, passionate, and messy kisses. slotting himself between her legs before pulling his shirt off. leaning down to kiss all over her face, smiling into each one. he moves down to her neck, licking and kissing all over. he finally lays his lips onto her jaw and sucks the soft skin into his mouth. a strangled moan leaves her lips. arching her back and running her hands all over his chest. steve pushes off his jeans and places a firm hand on her waist.

poor angel’s eyes widen at the outline of steves cock through his boxers. her face heating up and her hips moving on their own. it was huge. she knew steve was big. lingering stares at his bulge in his jeans (or sweatpants, or god forbid those little shorts) but seeing it so close was amazing.

steves hands traveled up her hips, right below her breasts. he stopped to look up at her. “is this okay lovey?”

“yes steve”

his hands palmed her tits over the veil of fabric. kneading the skin in his hands. placing kisses over both of them and humming into her chest. poor, poor angel. shes moaning at this point. making steves cock painfully hard.

“more please?”

he grinned. cocky as ever. “‘course baby.” before moving down her stomach, kissing a trail all the way down to her thighs. opening her legs and sucking the skin inside. working his way up till he got to her pretty, pretty cunt.

his soft breath on her. her scent flooding his senses and making him swoon. all he could think about was the beautiful angel in front of him, and how bad he wanted to eat her pretty pussy.

“can i kiss you here?”

her face flushed and mouth open above him made him melt. “please” she sighed, desperate.

his lips came down to place a kiss right on the front of her panties, before moving upwards to her pretty nipples. his jaw clenched from fighting the urge to devour her. kissing each of them before reaching to unhook her bra, asking her sweetly if he could take it off.

“yes steve, i love you”

shes just so adorable and desperate he just adores her. unhooking the floral fabric and sliding it off her arms. he gazes at her pretty tits, red around the nipple from how sensitive she is, and a small gasp falls from his lips.

“so beautiful baby. my good girl.” and angel is bucking her hips up towards him at his praise. unbelievably horny and already a little cockdrunk. “yeah, you wanna be my good girl? let me make love to you sweetheart.”

“i love you stevie,”

“i love you angel, always” and hes so content. adoring her, touching her, loving her. he moves down to her panties again, warm breath on her swollen clit. “is it okay if these come off angel? you look so beautiful in them, but I just wanna see you hon.” smiling fondly when she lets out a little “yes please.”

he hooks his thumbs onto the waistband, pressing kisses all over it before sliding them off. angel moaned when her cunt was hit by the cool air. steves eyes on her like he was going to ravish her. she was soaking wet, clit red and swollen, clenching by itself every few seconds. “so pretty,,,can i touch you here? ,,please baby.” briefly sitting up to admire his angel completely bare. cock throbbing and heart pounding.

“please d-stevie” and of course he knows what she was going to say. angel has called him daddy before, mostly jokingly, but hes an observant lover. so obviously he notices how much angel loves it when he takes care of her. he expected her praise kink, and he expected her to let “daddy” slip out once or twice. everyone called steve daddy sometimes, as a joke. but he liked it a little too much when she did it.

he kisses her sweetly, lips tangled with angel’s. before moving down to her pretty pussy. licking his lips before gently touching her folds, opening up her pretty flower. she whined and moaned. pretty little head filled with only thoughts of him.

"so pretty baby, so fucking beautiful. love you so much" reaching one of his hands to hold hers firmly, grounding her in reality. kissing up her thighs before coming back up to kiss her. "is everything okay?"

she smiled, both of their hearts warm and content. "yeah stevie. i want you."

passionate, loving, mind-blowing, earth-shattering kisses that stopped time for the next twenty minutes. his hands roamed all over her, her fingers twirling in his hair, making him moan into her mouth

steves fingers started to drag down her stomach, goosebumps decorating her skin as his palm rests on her clit. taking her bottom lip into his teeth before kissing her deeper. steve wants to get her ready for him, but shes so ready for him to let go and fill her up. angel's fingertips trailing down his happy trail, dipping under the waistband. pouting at him.

"what'd i tell you love? ill do anything for you, you just have to ask me." and he was right. he didn't do anything unless she specifically asked for it, which was why he was still straining against his boxers.

"want it off." pushing the fabric down unsuccessfully. pout still very prominent.

"thank you babe," and hes picking her up off the bed and switching their position swiftly. "you want to do it or me angel?"

"me! me." she said a little too quickly, making them both giggle a little. she leans up to kiss him, still grinning. pulling the waistband down his hips, slowly exposing more of him. just seeing the first few inches of skin showing had her head spinning and her face heating up. steve places his hand on her face as he lifts his hips a little allowing him to get rid of the extra fabric. moaning as his cock hits the air. springing straight up and lifting a weight off his shoulders. so delighted he almost didn't notice his angel's face. her eyes glassed over, mouth opening subconsciously. gazing up at him and letting out a small whimper. admiring him completely, the prettiest cock in the world.

"steve..."

"i know beautiful, y' look so pretty. cmon lovey, give me a kiss." maneuvering her face back to his. a soft grip on her hips, kneading the skin and rubbing up and down her back. heat pooling between their legs and flushing their skin. angel's fingertips trailing up the soft skin on his chest, gripping and kissing him everywhere the position would let her. his fingers find her cunt again, fucking her open on his hand slowly. her mouth open and moaning into his mouth.

"steve, steve, steve" she pulls away from his lips, staring at his flushed expression. "I wanna help you."

"fuck- alright sweetheart. go easy on me babe, want to stay like this forever." shifting his weight to make her as comfortable as he could. her lips trailing down his stomach, kissing and trailing her nails down his sides, making his hips jerk.

"can I touch you stevie?"

"i-" a deep breath racking through his body, "i'd love that baby."

the feeling of her lips kissing the neatly trimmed hair around his cock has him gripping the bedsheets. throwing his head back and groaning before immediately forcing himself to look back so he won't miss anything. gasping when her hand wraps around him, thumb and index finger lightly brushing the tip of his cock. "jesus christ babe. yeah,,, good job baby; keep going."

and she does just that, stroking him from the base of his cock all the way up to the tip. he's moaning filthily, almost embarrassingly. her lips meeting his tip in a soft kiss, making him shake a little, smiling down at her.

he has to pull her off of him when it gets a little too much for him. he still wants to last another hour or two, and with the way her mouth is moving on him makes him think otherwise. rubbing her shoulders as he pulls her back up to him, kissing her sweetly. flipping their position to where he's hovered over her. pressing their foreheads together.

"you want me to keep going hone-"

"yeahh-" it's a long and drawn out whimper. a soft smile and a chuckle leaving his lips in response, leaving them both giggling a little bit. giggles that quickly turned into moans when his hands went back down to her cunt, kissing her as softly as he could once again. his lips pressed against hers, making them both feel hazy and soft.

"okay baby, you gonna relax for me, yeah?" his hands coming back up to her torso, stroking slowly and sensually. moving down to her hips, lifting them up and placing a pillow underneath her. his angel's cunt exposed on display for him. his wandering hands back onto her body, leaning down to kiss her. pressing their bodies together, her soft tits against his chest, bare skin pressed together, making his breath hitch. his cock starting to press against her clit, creating friction as he started to rock against her sex. his angel whimpering and quivering from how sensitive she is.

"shhh, ive got you baby. ive got you. that feels good yeah? i know honey. god- you feel so good baby. good girl. my good girl." her pussy pulsating and contracting at his praise.

"want more steve, more please, i want you inside of me, please."

his eyes roll back into his head a little bit, feathering kisses onto her collarbones before leaning back up just enough to look at her. savoring the way her face turned red, a soft flush over her chest and neck. all the way down to her vulva, flushed and swollen with arousal.

"yeah baby? yeah? you want me inside you honey? want me to make love to my pretty girl?" voice breathy and adoring.

a whisper. soft enough that he could only hear because he was so in tune with her. "please daddy, love you stevie, please."

"oh baby, -fuck" stroking his cock before lining himself up with her lips, spreading her arousal around with his tip. "deep breath for me sweet girl, deep breath. ive got you okay? gonna take care of you. make love to my pretty baby. tell me if you want me to stop babygirl, ill be gentle with you, 'kay? ive got you."

finally, steve grabs onto her propped-up hips, kneading them soothingly. rubbing up and down her torso while he spreads her cunt open. legs open wide for him as he slides his thick cock inside her. the head of his cock inside her as she lets out a moan thats almost a scream. the stretch is euphoric. slightly painful, but it just fit so good inside her. making her throw her head back, giving steve a good view of her neck and tits.

his jaw slack and head thrown back in pure bliss. loud moans leaving his lips to match hers before leaning back down to her face.

"shh, shh, i've got you baby, good girl. i love you so much. you okay?" his cock halfway inside, massaging her clit with his thumb. working her open around him.

"'m okay stevie, want more please- steve!" his angel begged him. her voice desperate, making him shudder. he moves his hands up to hers, intertwining their fingers and rocking his hips into hers. leaning down to kiss her while he bottoms out inside her. her pretty cunt fluttering around him as he buries himself inside her. his lips moving down to her neck, sucking and biting the soft skin into his mouth. reveling in the way shes reacting, back arching and chanting his name.

"love you so much. god youre beautiful. you feel so good baby. so good." he groaned into her neck. steve imagines this is what heaven feels like. he's so in love with her, an all-consuming, comfortable love that makes him feel completely whole. a passionate love that makes him feel red hot and desperate.

"i love you so much steve, so much. feels s' good." her hand caressing his face, pulling him in for a lazy sensual kiss that makes time stop. his arms pulling her legs to rest on his hips. pulling away slightly to whisper into her lips.

"you want me to move, sweet girl? you feeling okay?"

"im okay steve, are you okay?", he smiles softly, providing a sincere affirmation. "please steve, i want you. all of you. forever."

he has to fight to not tear up at how much her words really affect him. the emotion and passion in the room being shared between the both of them. intoxicating and euphoric.

"i'm so in love with you," his hips pulling back and rolling into her again. moans filling the room, the sound of him making love to her messy cunt flooding his system. a deep, sensual rhythm developing. the trail of hair on his pelvis and stomach becoming increasingly slick. holding each other as close as possible, love flooding them with every intake of breath.

rutting and grinding into her. her hands running down his back and trailing kisses up his chest. gasping when his fingers pick up an unrelenting pace on her clit. working together to bring each other to the edge, enjoying every second of it.

"oh- steve" he could feel his angel's cunt clamping down on him. his cock twitching, so close to finishing. he's been close for the past hour, holding himself at the edge to make sure she finishes first.

"yeah baby? fuck- my good girl. what do you need from me sweet girl?" his thrusts becoming faster and more desperate, groaning and moaning into each others mouths.

"'m close stevie, 'm close"

"i know, i know baby. i love you, i want you to cum for me, sweetheart." the pace of his fingers on her clit remaining constant as she follows his orders. letting her climax build to its peak, babbling and desperate as he continues to work her through it.

"im gonna cum with you lovey, cum for me." and that's all it takes to have the knot in her stomach unravel. white hot pleasure racking through her body, vision blurring, and shes almost certain shes seeing stars.

"steve!" her moans mimicking screams, body writhing and jerking with her orgasm. enough for steve to let himself cum. his own orgasm flooding her cunt. muscles tensing and relaxing, a long, guttural moan falling from his slack jaw, eyelids fluttering shut and back open again to look at the angel in front of him.

euphoria

bodies relaxing and falling into the sheets below them. steve kissing up her neck and pulling her into another time-stopping kiss. still inside of her, holding her close to him and treating her like the most precious thing in the world. rubbing soothing circles into her cheek as he pulls out. comforting her when she whimpers.

"youre the best thing that's ever happened to me. that was so amazing. i love you so much." steve rasped, absolutely beaming at her.

"i love you so much steve, i think i just ascended." sending them both into a fit of giggles and kisses.

"i think I did too babydoll. lets get you cleaned up."

[newcomernewcums]

i just wanna say that i’m literally obsessed with your sex pollen fic it’s just 💋🤌🏻 *chefs kiss*

and now i can’t get what you said in an earlier post about Ghost being drugged and fighting it until he just snaps out of my head. it’s all i can think about. i wanna see that man go feral over reader😭😭 (i imagine him having a breeding kink and just not being able to control it while drugged)

ugh and just thinking about soap who’s super needy, and Gaz and Price just standing there while everything is happening and trying to figure out how to help everyone. i’m down so bad😩😮‍💨😮‍💨

but getting away from my side tangent, i love your work and can’t wait for the next part, i’m actually so excited ❤️❤️❤️❤️

i do now need to make an entirely separate Ghost centered fic of this exact scenario,

Cause if it was just Ghost that got hit with some kinda sex pollen he’d ignore it completely. Oh, he’d know something was wrong, he’s completely aware of his body at all times. He’d note the fever in seconds, the excess sweating, heart rate going up at a worrying pace, but he’d just push through. Do what he’s always done—his job—quickly and efficiently, and then get the fuck out of there.

He’d stare out the window on the way back to base, solely focused on keeping himself in check, figuring whatever is it that’s affecting him will probably be fine if he just powers through it, pushing any thoughts of how easy it would be to grab you, sitting next to him completely unaware in the backseat, haul you onto his lap and tear your pants off. Sink into you, how warm and tight you’d be…

You dont notice anything is wrong until you guys are climbing out of the car. Its not anything big, he just stumbles over his feet on his way back to his room, but its unusual enough that you go check on him, planning to just say congrats for a mission well done and check if he sprained his foot or something. Maybe tease him about it later.

Instead you find the room dark, pained breathing coming from where Ghost’s laying on his bed, hands clenched to the headboard, knuckles so white you think he may break it.

His eyes snap to you as you gingerly sit next to him, always so vigilant, so aware. It doesn’t take you too long to figure out what’s happening. You’d done your research, knew what the drug did, what he must be experiencing. You know he’s not getting out of this without help.

His resolve crumbles when you straddle him, leaning over and whispering in his ear with your beautiful fucking voice, a small, “Please, Simon,” is all it takes before the headboard is splintering and he’s flipping you both over, all inhibitions forgotten.

…i need to write a GhostxReader breeding kink fic

[buckgasms]

I had a thought and I can't stop.

Princess shyly asking to brush Bucky's hair. Slowly working up the courage to ask if she can braid his hair for him. OF COURSE he says yes because he can't say no to his princess. She squeals in delight and runs to get her pretty hair ties and clips. She stands behind his chair during a meeting practicing her French and German braiding and making him her "prettiest daddy ever" 😍😍😍

I wanna touch his hair so bad 🤤 🫠 🥵

This.

This right here is so fricking adorable it makes my heart want to explode. Um yes to all of this....

His hair at the moment is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻 I need to feel it, I just need to one time!

Ok so yeah maybe Princess has noticed during Daddy's meetings that he keeps running his hand through his hair to get it out of the way? And it's pissing him off because he's just trying to live his life and that one bit of hair won't fuck off.

So in between meetings you sidle up to him and ask if you can play with his hair and make it so it won't bother him anymore. He feels a bit weary, but looking at your beautiful face, pretty doe eyes and exciting hops he cannot say no.

You dash off down to your apartment and find your nicest brushes and prettiest hair ties and clips and you come back to his office out of breath with excitement.

He sits on the sofa in his office so you can stand behind him and brush and sort his hair while still having his meeting. You feel a bit nervous when they all come in and raise their eyebrows at you playing with the bosses hair, but Bucky goes straight into business so they check themselves and get on with work.

You quickly forget their looks as you get absorbed in your task. You spend time brushing through his soft locks with your pretty pink brush. You spray some nice smelling treatments into his hair to promote shine or something. It just feels nice to pamper Daddy for a bit. Your fingers massage at his scalp, rubbing along his shoulders and pull gently at his long locks, relieving some pressure from his scalp and neck.

Once you've brushed through every knot and parted how you need it, you decide on a long braid with some pretty smaller plaits to tuck in the sides. His soft silky strands flow perfectly through your fingers, and you create beautiful strong braids that keep pesky flyaways out of his face.

You of course, princess it up by using some glittery clips and even some glitter at the ends (which he won't be able to see until later) and press a kiss to his head to let him know you've finished.

Right on cue, the meeting ends and the others get up to leave with haste. He leans his head back and you giggle at his tired face. "Baby that was amaaaazing" he groans and you press another kiss to his forehead. He pats his thigh and you scoot round the chair and slide onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, fiddling with his new braids. "You're the prettiest daddy in the world" you say and he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Didn't know I was so talented with my hands did you Daddy?" You tease and he growls, his eyes closed and hands playing with the hemline of your pretty skirt. "Hmm I think I have had some experience of your hands..."

You lean down and close your eyes to, pressing kisses to his jawline and slipping your hand into his shirt, rubbing his chest and enjoying his fingers rubbing circles on your sensitive thighs. He's got another meeting coming up soon but you both just want to sit in the peace and enjoy some softness for a while

[fandomfluffandfuck]

thinkin’ about Bucky who is freshly released from HYDRA, still wary and a little bit feral. He doesn’t know how to manage himself and his new freedom, and neither does Steve.

But they both know that the only person they really feel comfortable around is each other.

Bucky curls tight into Steve at night, under blankets and as close to Steve as possible. Steve holds him like it’s his only job in the world, because to him it is. He holds Bucky’s waist and calls him a good boy, says he’s so loved and so safe. Bucky practically purrs, and responds in a litany of languages.

“Мой. Мой Стиви.” he’ll whisper, and Steve will press a kiss to his nose or forehead and Bucky will melt further into him.

He doesn’t go outside of the apartment much. Being tortured by a secret agency for 90 years will give anyone agoraphobia. So Bucky sticks to Steve’s side at all times, and Steve is more than happy to shower his sweet angel with all the love and affection he has in him.

So it’s not unusual when Steve will be working on the couch and Bucky will come up with a blanket draped over him and a tired look on his face. Steve will just set his work aside, open up his arms, and hold his perfect boy until he falls asleep. He’s had to learn a bit of Russian to be able to understand his baby, especially when he’s really tired.

“Можем ли мы посмотреть шоу о природе?” Bucky will ask, and even if it takes Steve a minute to understand, he’ll nod and turn on the nature documentary.

It’s progress when Steve comes home to find fresh cookies on the counter, and a proud Bucky sitting on the couch.

“Did you make these, Bucky?” Steve will smile, and Bucky will nod happily.

Steve will lean down and kiss him and Bucky will purr and smile brighter than Steve’s seen since he left HYDRA.

And it’s even more progress when Bucky calls Steve on a Wednesday afternoon, and starts rambling in quick Russian (or is it Ukrainian? Steve has a hard time telling sometimes) and Steve has to tell him to slow down.

That’s when Steve learns that Bucky went on a walk today with the service dog provided by SHIELD. All by himself. Steve quickly excuses himself from the building and runs home to shower his darling in praise and cuddles because he is so goddamn proud of him.

Bucky giggles and kisses back, and Steve is totally not crying because he’s getting his best guy back.

That’s all!! Just wanted to share my silly stucky thoughts with you!

Google translated, take with a grain of salt, lol:

"Мой. Мой Стиви." My, my Stevie "Можем ли мы посмотреть шоу о природе?" Can we watch a nature show?

S O B B I N G

Feral Bucky is the fucking worst because he rips my heart out but also the fucking best because there's just...

🤌🏻something about him🤌🏻

So damaged and broken yet so innocent and sweet, too. Burdened by so much but not by social norms. You know. You understand. Clearly.

Feral Bucky, who struggles with words but is especially physical and needy in that way, lives in the deepest parts of my soul. It worms its way into my brain and makes me feral. Words are hard, but touch is easy--when it's Steve, touch is easy.

This is beautiful. Thank you. I love this. I hold it very close to my chest.

[creedslove]

100% Marcus love when you sit on his face 😊

Lazy morning sunday with cock warming

Cuddling with you after work

He loves mirror sex, just so he can watch you two, and then the eye contact is making him loose his mind

Marcus love seeing you with little babies, he immediately is thinking how good you would look like all round with his babies, all because of him.

Can be a little possessive. You are his. He has a plan for the two of you.

Want spend time with you. If you don't have it, he is calling or texting. He fell for you hard!

Can be a little needy.

Helpless romantic.

Can't cook, but he is trying.

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: bestie, I decided to write headcanons on your headcanons because omfg marcus pike amrite

100% Marcus love when you sit on his face 😊

• he worships your body and he makes sure you see, know and feel it! Even if he doesn't do it with words, he very often does it with his mouth, and face sitting is a whole new level of worshipping; you are literally there, sitting on him, letting him savory you and give you all the pleasure he yearns to give you

• he low-key thinks that if he pleasures you a lot, it will make it harder for you to leave him; you can't blame our sweet FBI boyfriend, after all, he'd had his heart broken more than once and is kinda scared it will happen again

Lazy morning sunday with cock warming

• he wakes you up by kissing you, that man is a kisser™ and he starts by kissing your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone... Anything. During the week he's the first one to wake up, shower and get breakfast ready, but on the weekend? He's just about his lazy love Sundays with you

• of course it doesn't take you very long to get wet, I mean, it's Marcus Pike after all, right and as soon as you are ready and slippery, he gets inside of you, earning a delicious little soft moan from you

• he grunts at how tight you are but he just stays there, loving the warmth of your body against his, big arms wrapped around your frame and loving to smell you

Cuddling with you after work

• he is a cuddler™ and he is able to tell when you had a hard day at work or when you're just simply exhausted, because he often has these at work too and he knows how much he misses your touch during the day

• he often tells you just to order something so you don't have to tire yourself out by cooking or he just makes you two a sandwich and then he's back at cuddling

• you spend some relaxing time on the couch, he likes watching movies, classic movies because your lovely Marcus is a well educated man and also passionate about art, if you're in the mood to watch it with him, you'll just let him wrap himself around your body and clarify a doubt or two you might have about the story. If you aren't in the mood he will quietly hold you tight his eyes glued to the TV while his head rests on your shoulder and he lets you do whatever you want

• he also gives the best cuddles in bed, it doesn't matter if they are pre or post sex, they are always so soothing and warm, capable of making you forget about all the bad things in life

• and I know it's not really related to it but don't forget that Marcus smells so good 🤌

He loves mirror sex, just so he can watch you two, and then the eye contact is making him loose his mind

• he loves mirror sex, there's some so erotic and beautiful about it, it's poetic and pornographic to him at the same time and he loves it; it's perfect from when he's pounding from behind and he doesn't want to miss your beautiful, full of pleasure expressions and how your body looks so good against his

• he loves to stay at hotels where there are mirrors, if you don't have a big one he can display in front of the bed, he will at least fuck you in the bathroom in front of it

Marcus love seeing you with little babies, he immediately is thinking how good you would look like all round with his babies, all because of him.

• Marcus loves seeing you with babies and little kids, in fact he is very good with kids himself, always being the life of the party to his nieces and nephews or to your little cousins, he is just so good with them

• they trust him easily and when they aren't old enough to understand how cool his FBI job is, they just like the fact he is nice and patient with them

• this man is also the Halloween king, he decorates the house in an awesome way and he definitely hands out the best candies and he def flashes his fbi badge around when he spots older kids trying to bully the smaller ones into giving them their candy

• but he melts when he sees you with kids, no matter if you are as good as he is with them or if you're better or if you consider yourself a disaster with kids. It just brings such pride and butterflies to his stomach to imagine one day it will be the three of you, instead of only the two of you together, perhaps the family will be even bigger, but you gotta start somehow

• he already knows how he wants to name his baby Pike

Can be a little possessive. You are his. He has a plan for the two of you.

• he is possessive, not in a creepy or uncomfortable way, but you are his and there's no argument about that, no matter how much you reassure him, he still worries you will leave him like everyone else, and for that, he has the need to touch you constantly: hands on your hips, on your back, on your arms when you are standing and hands on your knees/thighs when you are sitting down. He really likes when you sit on his lap too, though this is reserved mostly for when you two are home alone

Want spend time with you. If you don't have it, he is calling or texting. He fell for you hard!

• he likes spending time with you no matter what; the two of you have a busy job, sometimes you have good days at work and sometimes you have awful days and he always makes sure to remind you he's there for you

• it's okay if you are busy, he'll send you a text just to check on you or a quick phone call, he might even have something delivered to your home, like some flowers or some takeout

• but he also knows how to give him space when you need to be on your own too

Can be a little needy.

• yes, as we've already discussed, he lets his anxiety get the best of him sometimes and allows the fear he has of being brokenhearted and left once more appear, which causes him to crave more reassurance, even if he doesn't say so, you know that's what he feels 💔

Helpless romantic.

• he is a helpless romantic, he lives for romance and he is just over the moon he finally met someone worthy of sharing this overwhelming love he carries in his heart

• he isn't shy to tell you he loves you, nor to show you with kisses and other gestures; he brings you small thoughtful gifts very often and he never misses an anniversary, birthday or valentine's day

• he kisses you under the mistletoe and when the clock strikes midnight on New Year's

Can't cook, but he is trying.

• he is trying and you appreciate him a lot for that; he is able to make some pretty good breakfast though and it's enough for you, loving how he actually lets you sleep some more and waits for you to wake up with a cup of coffee and pancakes, it means a lot to you

• he prefers to take you out to eat or just order from your favorite places, but he trusts you when you tell him you are going to cook together, which consists mostly of you doing the cooking while he's nibbling at the ingredients here and there or just chopping up the vegetables

• but he will do the dishes for you because he's a gentleman :')

____

[lovejosephquinn]

I don’t think I’ve ever sent you a request before! I’m not gonna ask for specifics cause I want you to work your 🤌magic🤌 so here we go!

You and Joe are hosting a dinner party for some friends and they’re supposed to start arriving in half an hour but suddenly he starts to feel a bit spicy!

Are you trying to kill me? Please, my brain now has a section taken up for just Joseph smut rpfs I swear

But I will do my best for you girl 👀 (tagging you so you definitely see it @mybffjoe)

UNDER 18'S DNI TYSM.

You caught your boyfriends reflection staring you down in the full length mirror at the other side of the room you were stood at, you'd barely spoke in the last couple of hours from getting the final preparations ready with food and getting ready. You were to be hosting your first dinner party in your new home together tonight and Joe had chosen now out of all the times to be giving you that look from the edge of the bed.

"What're you gawking at Joseph?" you stopped suddenly, peering a look and smiling over at him.

"Just the most beautiful, sexiest and most amazing woman I've ever seen in my entire life." He replied, his monotoned vocals low, and gravelly, which gave you food for thought. Your heart beating harder and your thighs pushing themselves together all at the same time.

"And she's all yours." You pulled the most pleasing look at him and you could've sworn you'd seen his pupils dilate twice the size than what they normal were.

"Damn right she is." Joe agreed, standing up and moving over behind you, wrapping his arms around you holding you tightly, laying his head down on your shoulder.

"Mm, you smell good." He hummed leaning into your neck, letting his lips lightly touch your skin as he took a breath in. "Jesus Christ, you're so fucking attractive."

"You got that from my perfume? Which you bought for me?" You giggled, trying to ignore the growing pool of wetness in-between your legs.

"Pretty much, it's just you though. I'm a lucky man." Joe pushed his body square against yours so there was no space left between you, you felt his cock growing against your back, the hardness trapping itself between you, his lips returning to your neck but the kisses becoming sloppier.

"How long do we have until they arrive?" Joe muttered between kisses.

You tapped on your phone at the side of you to see the time. "About 30 minutes at the most."

"Fanfuckingtastic." Joe took the opportunity which rose in front of him, pulling you back earning a squeal from yourself, then getting himself in front of you whilst you wobbled backwards, pushing you down onto the bed, climbing over you and crashing his lips onto yours, hungry for anything he could get right this second.

"What're you doing?" You knew full well what he was doing.

"Let's call it, killing time spending quality time." Joe winked and you felt your core snap, he wasn't the only one who thought that the other was the best thing since sliced bread.

"Take them off." Joe pointed down to your jeans and you shimmied them off in a matter of seconds, whilst Joe's followed. You were both bare from the waist down and he took a second to view you in all your vulnerability.

"My fucking perfect girl." Joe growled and you watched as his hand cupped your pussy, rubbing into your folds making your back arch at the sudden contact, he could do the most simplest of acts and you'd still of probably have cummed all over his hand then and there, especially from the deep gaze that fell straight to your eyes as he watched your body language alter so rapidly through his touch.

His fingertips found your clit in a matter of seconds. "Your pussy's already so wet for me, I didn't even do anything."

"Like you said, it's just you." He turned you on so god damn plain and simply. It was both a blessing and a curse.

Joe continued to kiss you as he teased your bud, lightly circling around it but not fully giving his all. "More." you moaned between kisses but he didn't budge. You tried to move your hand down to his to push the fingers harder but he slapped it away. "Uh-uh I don't think so."

No more than a millisecond past and Joe thrusted two fingers inside of you, your body thrusted into them, helping him to pick up a speed and get as deep as he possibly could. "You pretend you're so sweet and innocent baby, but you're just a whore for my fingers aren't you?"

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip feeling the intensity grow when his thick fingers curled up inside of you, the third quickly being added to stretch you out, a relentless speed started. "Just like she likes it, fuck, moan for me beautiful."

A string of moans fell from your mouth in his last word, he could speak so crude yet so lovingly in one breath and that was soul destroying and quite frankly stomach wrenching, it only made the heat between your cunt and his fingers that little bit better.

"You want more of that or do you want this big cock inside of you? It's fucking throbbing for you, my perfect, god damn sexy little slut."

"I want your cock. Now. Please." He knew you were desperate too, you'd even threw manners into the mix so he couldn't tease you further. Joe pulled his fingers straight out and pushed them into your mouth for you to taste yourself, you sucked your juices straight off, lapping your tongue around them, knowing all to well it would drive him insane.

"Do me a favour, get my cock nice and wet before it goes in."

You nodded and as you went to sit up, Joe pushed you right back down again. "I didn't say move did I?" You felt confused for a second, that was until you saw him lunge up towards you, snaking his hand round and gripping the back of your head pushing you to the side and forcing his cock into your mouth. He thrusted downward to get a deeper access, the position you were in was so submissive and he fucked your mouth persistently, your eyes watering at the length being rammed down your throat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Joe pulled out quickly, he'd always said you had superior skills when it came to using your mouth, you knew it was proof there and then as the reason he stopped it as quickly as he did was that he was about to cum. Joe spread your legs out further, keeping your feet firmly pressed against the edge of the bed as he eased himself into your entrance, giving you every inch at once. Once adjusted, he started to move, getting quicker and quicker. He knew how you liked it, rough. Joe's moaned mirrored yours, giving you every last strain of energy he had left into fucking you ferociously. He knew it'd be over pretty quickly, you both knew it kind of needed to be.

"Are you close, pretty girl? I'm so fucking close. Your cunt will be the death of me I swear."

"Mhm." You couldn't bare to speak, your eyes squeezed shut feeling the familiar knot tighten in your stomach, you just needed something more to release it. So you took your finger to your clit and began to rub harshly, Joe's eyes shot straight to your movement, only making his cock drive into you with mercilessly. His thrusts were becoming messy. "Fuck yes." Joe threw his head back as he felt himself on the edge.

Your back arched once more, your thighs denied from closing as Joe fell in the way, his body had enclosed on top of yours as he pushed himself to the end. Your orgasm's washed over you in unison and you fell apart on each other, ungodly sounds breaking out from your mouths, your name's being called out several times, Joe's hands gripping onto the sheets whilst yours clawed up through his shirt and onto his back. The severity of it exhausted you both but it also made you crave more. You both knew it'd be inevitable that you'd be in the same position within the next few hours, doing it all over again.

Both breathless, Joe pulled out of you. That was when you heard bangs at the front door. "Shit." you laughed.

Joe moved over to look at his phone placed next to yours, 8 missed calls and 5 texts, oops.

"Our company's arrived my love. Guess we were too busy, what bad hosts we are."

You shook your head, taking Joe's hand as he offered you up for you to sort yourselves out post haste. "Better hurry up." You rushed back to the mirror where you initially started, ruffling your hair between your fingers.

As you both strutted out to answer the door, your friends stood there looking a slight mix of worried and confused. "We've been here for 10 minutes, almost thought you weren't in." They eyed the both of you up, awkwardly chuckling.

"I'm so sorry, we lost track of time." Joe clutched his arm around your waist bringing you tightly to his side, squeezing you slightly. You could definitely say that.

[sitp-recs]

Happy Friday, friends! I’ve never done monthly wrap ups before but since Wireless pulled me back from a brief hiatus, I thought it would be cool to share some things I’ve been reading, that could use more love. 10 fics both old and new, Drarry and rare pairs, Wireless treats; pick your poison and have fun! 🙌

Drarry

Muscle Memory by @corvuscrowned (E, 7k) - brilliant concept perfectly executed, I’m so here for curse-breaking colleagues who fuck at the job to pass time and then forget about it every time 🤌🏼 genius and intriguing and captivating as per crow’s usual

There's something just beneath the surface, just at the periphery of Harry's mind. They've been here before — they've done this before. If only he could remember it.

And Embers at Your Lips by @nametheshadows (T, 15k) - sequel to one of my all-time favorite 8th year fics with insomniac roommates just as soft and healing as LLAYF. Gorgeous prose and all the kissing. Highly rec this series for A+ comfort food!

The sequel to Like Lightning at Your Fingertips: the kissing montage. And there’s that thing with Potter’s magic.

Rich Friend, Anon (E, 18k) - one of my faves from Wireless, pop star!Draco never gets old and both the pacing and the romance are perfectly developed! I live for Harry’s horny yearning and for their road trip together, kudos to casual Harry/Neville as a side ship!

As far as Harry can tell, Draco Malfoy is still rich as hell. He’s just not a wizard anymore. Featuring: Draco Malfoy trying to make it as a Muggle pop star, Harry Potter as our confused and horny hero, bad driving, good music, and the mysterious magic of falling for someone.

Waking Up Slow, Anon (E, 22k) - this ode to advent Drarry fics took my breath away with a charming Draco, fun dynamics, an enchanting Christmas shop and one of the sexiest smut scenes I’ve read this year, 10/10 recommend for hot & sweet magical vibes and lots of references as an homage to the classics!

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

We Are Legend by Vaysh (E, 38k) - happy to report to @romaine2424 that I have finally read this epic apocalypse AU and am shooketh with its originality and serious tone. One of the most creative takes I’ve seen on animagus Draco, a poignant and devastating war story.

Eighty years into the future, Voldemort won. Harry Potter is a renegade wizard, Portkeying Muggles out of London to Hogwarts, last sanctuary in a Britain ruled by the Dark Lord. On a mission he encounters a powerful phoenix Animagus fighting on the Death Eaters' side. He recognises Draco Malfoy whom he thought long dead. But the differences between them are perhaps even greater than before. Cw: MCD

LA, Who Am I To Love You?, Anon (E, 42k) - I cannot believe this beauty was written for my lil Wireless prompt ♥️ perfect LA vibes, gorgeous aesthetics, horny ust and a fascinating take on both down and out bi Harry and out and proud bi Draco, we love to see it! Couldn’t have asked for a better story to fill my prompt, ty anon!

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Rare Pairs

A Different Tune by November Snowflake (M, 8k) - very nice Dron get together, short & sweet with an undercurrent melancholy that I love, just what I needed before bed

Working in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office has led Ron to many strange encounters--but none more unexpected than this one. Cw: Harry’s dead

The Years Between by brummell (M, 14k) - another rare pair fave, this Rarry fic told from Ron’s smitten and jealous pov as he helps Harry recover from a coma is so deliciously raw and angsty. Gorgeous slow burn, the feels!

For both Harry and Ron, a wake-up call is just the beginning.

Things Remembered by avioleta (E, 17k) - best Snarry fic I’ve read this year, I’m low key obsessed with this hitmen + amnesia concept and how the romance develops so organically while they’re on the run. Intriguing plot, sexy ust and super scorching smut that made me salivate jfc 🔥

Harry wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar hotel room, and with absolutely no idea who he is. The man he’s in bed with has no memories either. But they think, maybe, they’re assassins, because they seem to be very good at killing people.

A Dress with Pockets by PacificRimbaud (E, 25k) - a Panville classic recced by anon (ty!!), what a sexy and vibrant read! I LOVED Neville and their dynamics are brilliant and so funny, I just couldn’t get enough of these characters. 100% sold on this ship pls and thank

Pansy Parkinson needed a drink. And a shag. She didn't care in which order. Enter: Neville fucking Longbottom and his rolled up sleeves.

[captain-mj]

Hi I hope you’re having s good day/night! If it’s not too much trouble could I please request some Körangi? It can be fluff or smut. (Also I want to say I’m going FERAL for your PriceGraves stuff🤌🤌)

I'm glad you're liking my PriceGraves stuff!

König was so happy to be off that mission. It had taken two weeks, about as long as a lot of his missions. Most of the stuff he was chosen for were quick. No need for months at a time like some of his peers.

The reason this mission was so terrible, was that Horangi wasn't with him. That happened so rarely!! They were always together! God he had missed him.

König took a shower first. He scrubbed himself of all the sweat and grease paint of the mission before going to his bed with only a towel around him.

Horangi had also freshly showered, just back from a mission. He was just in his boxers with the sheet wrapped around him.

"You're getting my bed wet." König remarked before getting in bed with him, also getting the bed wet. The towel was left abandoned on the floor.

Horangi smiled softly and put his arms around him. "Like you've ever minded."

König buried his face in his neck. He relaxed into his arms. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." Horangi ran his fingers through his hair, not even flinching when König put most of his weight on him. "Feeling okay?"

"Better now that I have you."

Horangi hummed and closed his eyes. They both enjoyed the soft feeling of skin on skin, indulging in kisses once a little more relaxed.

König felt a soft flush come to his skin when Horangi's hands ran over his back. Burn scarred fingertips brushing gently over the delicate skin. He sighed softly as he kissed along Horangi's chest.

"König. Is your deck pressed against me?"

"Ah... yes... I've missed you very much Liebling." König pressed a little closer. "We can if you're sore."

Horangi hummed before adjusting so his legs fell open. "If you're willing to do all the work."

König got the lube and settled into a kneel between his legs. He kissed all over his tummy as his fingers worked him open. 'You look beautiful, Horangi."

Horangi's eyes squeezed shut for a moment and his mouth stretched into a soft moan. "Flattery will get you no where big guy."

König ignored that it got him in the exact position he was in now and just pressed kisses to his cheeks. Like always, Horangi was very tight, needing a lot of work to get to accept the second finger. Then the third. Then the fourth.

Horangi moaned softly and purred in his arms. He spoke his mother tongue in small gasps. "König, please. We don't need to do all of that. Just stick it in."

"I could hurt you."

"I'd enjoy it. I want to feel it the next day. My whole damn leave."

König shook his head and made sure he was nice and open before coating his cock in lube. "I love you."

"So sappy..." Horangi blushed and looked away. He felt König push deep into him and he moaned softly. König wasted no time in grabbing Horangi's hips and slowly fucking in and out of him. Horangi's ankles were almost on his shoulders and they were lightly trembling already.

"Ja, you were meant for me. It feels so good."

Horangi panted as his eyes closed. "You're so big. Pressing all the right spots."

König kissed him softly as he sank deeper into him. Horangi's arms wrapped around his shoulders as he took it deeper and deeper and deeper. They kept kissing and melted into each other as König could feel himself getting closer. He got his hand between them and stroked him, making sure to slow down as he got to the head before swiping over it and going back down.

Horangi came with a soft sigh against his lips. "Go ahead and finish in me, leibling."

Horangi's voice using that term made something shortcircuit. König slammed into him a few times, enjoying the look of surprise before Horangi started to moan. He came deep inside him, pushing his legs to his chest.

König pulled out and snuggled him. He buried his face in his hair and relaxed. "Thank you for a good time."

"Love you, darling."

[hometothecanyonmoon]

rating and reviewing BLs i have watched so far (unupdated as of april ‘23)

hi this is just a post that i wanted to include in my page but it was getting too long lmao. this is just like a list of all that i’ve watched so far, in order. i won’t be including their plots here, but there might be spoilers. these are just my opinions in case someone new wants to bond over shows and wants to know what i thought 🤌🏽

we best love (both seasons) - 10/10. first BL that i watched, lowkey changed my life. absolutely obsessed with it, comfort series that i keep rewatching. absolutely amazing acting by everyone involved.

history3: trapped - 8.5/10. tang yi. no words. beautiful acting and cinematography, the plot was handled pretty well and i was pretty much broken by the last episode. jack and zhao lian are my children. i’m still obsessed with the OST, i listen to it multiple times a week. just goes to show how much a good soundtrack can still keep a show in your mind even if you watched it months ago.

bad buddy - 1073392729/10. HOE MY GOD. where do i start. all i’ll say is i’ll never be the same, this series is IT for me. THE show for me. nothing will ever come close. one day i’m gonna meet p’aof and cry on my knees. i will never be able to put into words just how much this series means to me, or just how important it is to me, or just how influential this has been for my life. i’ll never be able to get over it.

2gether the series - 6/10. didn’t watch the second season because s1 was so disappointing even if i finished most of it in one night. brightwin are cute and all but they were giving brothers i’m sorry 💀 their chemistry just sizzled out halfway. and they both need acting lessons i’m sorry

love in the air - 9/10. fort thitipong simp forever. first show that i watched while it was ongoing. came for payurain, stayed for prapaisky. although it’s lowkey rapey (which is to be expected from mame) i loved how well they handled the characters

tharntype - 6/10. started because i had heard so much about it, but abandoned it halfway. aside from the dubious consent (again, mame, people can’t consent when they’re asleep), the internalised homophobia got too toxic

star in my mind - 7.5/10. joongdunk are adorable, but they could’ve done a little more with the plot. the Feels™️ were lacking a little bit. cute show overall though. and i’m one of the five people who will die on the hill that seanmaitee are canon and deserved an official kiss

semantic error - 8.5/10. first KBL that i watched, finished it in one day. very beautifully done, all the colour symbolism etc was interesting as hell. pretty cute, although i do wish we could’ve gotten more fluff

love mechanics - 8/10. saw a short on yt and was convinced about the angst. boyyyy was i wrong, it was so much more angsty than i thought. highkey toxic and unhealthy too, but i’ll let it go. forever simping over p’bar. the parents angle was annoying but eh. i will say though, i had to take a lot more breaks while watching than usual, it became too much at points. we did get a little fluff at least though so

my tooth your love - 9/10. yes i hate the title. very very nicely done, the perfect representation of how trauma affects you even when you’re older and just how much it holds you back. convos about mental health, therapy, not letting your lover treat you like shit, AAAAA 🤌🏽🤌🏽 finished this in one day too. they didn’t magically have a moment where they forgave each other and kissed after confessing. they both worked to prove they were in this for the long run, and xun’an didn’t hesitate to hold bai lang accountable for being a jerk. really breaking all the BL barriers sjdhsjh 😭😭 the only part that annoyed me was his dad beating him up like hello?? he’s 30?? 💀💀 fucking vile. but bai qing is an icon and i love her and i would die for her. simp for alex speaking in english randomly. him and rj deserved more scenes and they need to be canon now!!!!!

roommates of poongduck 304 - 7.5/10. i had heard SO much about this so i had high expectations but i was kind of let down, i mean we really only got them together in ep 7. the chemistry, acting and side characters were great but tbh i feel like i’d have loved this a lottttt more if it had been a little spaced out, more episodes, had better conflict resolution and just better overall detailing. still a cute watch though

currently watching:

never let me go - this series is going to break me, i already know. phenomenal acting, symbolism and cinematography. every wednesday you can find me crying because it is just so excellent, the brainrot is real. can’t wait for more episodes

my school president - OBSESSED with them for real. they’re the toned down version of bad buddy, which i have proven in a post. can’t wait for them to be their high school’s power couple. very very wholesome

those are all for now! i’ll keep updating this post as i watch more. my to-watch list is already overflowing but i’d love your recommendations too!! and i’m always willing to scream about any given show so feel free to join me. :) x