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parkers-gal · 4 months ago

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my girl J.B.

pairing: bucky x avengers!reader (f)

trope: oblivious x thought they’ve been dating all along :)

warnings: none

wc: 1k

a/n: requests are open (for bucky). pls send prompts!

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you’re in a pickle. as you sit with natasha and wanda on the floor of wanda’s room, you listen as nat tells the two of you about her earlier conversation with bucky.

“he said we were dating?” you were confused. bucky had never asked you to be his girlfriend, but you had gone on a couple dates and hung out around the compound all the time. you were too nervous to make any moves, but it seemed bucky was on a completely different page altogether.

“basically” natasha confirmed. “he told me he already had plans for saturday with his ‘girl.’”

“oh.”

wanda giggles at your perplexed state. “maybe you’ve been stressing over nothing this whole time, then.”

“but he never asked me.”

“maybe it was different back then?”

“cmon wanda, it’s not like he said we’re going steady like its the 40s. i feel like he knows about labels.” you sigh. you’ve been worried these last few weeks that bucky wasn’t going to ask you to be his girlfriend – maybe the two of you didn’t hit it off as well as you thought. but then he would take you on more dates, and you’d spend all day doing things around the compound that it felt like you already were girlfriend and boyfriend.

“maybe he thought he already asked you.”

you sat with that for a moment. maybe he thought he did? you had no idea, and later into the night it got, the more confused you became. you nodded at the two girls, exchanging goodnights and making your way back to your room.

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by the time you got to the kitchen for breakfast, steve, sam, and bucky had already returned from a morning run, and wanda was cooking eggs at the stove with vision.

“goodmorning y/n,” steve smiles at you.

you return the sentiment and rub the sleep from your eyes. you make eye contact with bucky and try not to stumble as you reach up for a mug in one of the cabinets. as you reach from your toes, bucky’s metal hand finds your waist and he engulfs you from behind, his other hand grabbing your favorite mug.

“let me get that for you, peaches.”

you try not to flush.

steve smiles at the interaction, continuing his conversation with sam. after bucky sets your mug on the counter, he gives the top of your head a small kiss and makes his way back over to steve. you wonder if steve smiled at the two of you because he thinks you’re dating. if bucky thought the two of you were official, why would his best friend think any differently?

you let it go for the moment, filling your mug and grabbing a plate for the eggs wanda just made for you.

“have you asked him?” she whispers.

you purse your lips, “no,” you shrug a little. “i don’t even know what to ask him.”

“ask who, what?” sam interjects.

wanda and you both turn your heads to look at him from across the kitchen island, and steve and bucky stop their conversation to watch.

“i- uhm…” you don’t know what to say.

luckily, you don’t have to think of a response because bucky speaks up. “wilson, are you pestering my girl?”

wanda nudges your side with her elbow, a gesture that you know means i’ve got your back. “your girl, huh?”

bucky blushes, poorly suppressing a sheepish grin. steve chuckles at bucky’s change in demeanor.

“well, yeah, she’s my girl.”

“i am?”

bucky’s brows furrow in confusion and for a moment, a flicker of hurt flashes in his eyes. “do you not want to be?”

you bite the inside of your lip, nervous to confess this so publicly. “truthfully i didn’t even know i was your girl.”

“oh.”

the kitchen is silent for a moment. sam waits to hear what bucky has to say, or if you have something else to add to explain the situation.

your foot lightly hits the ground. you’re fidgeting; only bucky can make you this nervous with butterflies. “that doesn’t mean i don’t want to be.”

bucky perks up and he nods, finally getting the misunderstanding between you two.

sam’s laugh breaks the silence. “you’re such an idiot.” he grabs an apple and pats bucky’s back on the way out, steve following right behind him, their voices fading as they get farther down the hallway.

bucky grabs his own mug and pours himself some coffee while you sit at the island and silently eat your eggs. wanda and vision eventually clean up their dishes and head off to some training task, leaving you alone in the kitchen with bucky.

as you put your plate in the sink, he asks “did you really not know you’re my girl?”

you run the faucet, not wanting to look at him because it’ll make you more nervous. “you never asked me.”

his flesh hand dances on your hip, spinning you around to face him. “okay…” you glance between his eyes and his lips, settling on his eyes. he mirrors your actions. “then… do you want to be my girl, y/n?”

“i-” you twiddle your fingers, hand at your side. he has you pinned against the counter.

“gonna give me an answer, peaches? or just leave me hanging?” he’s teasing you, face getting closer with each new quip. his nose practically touches yours.

at last, you breathe out a quiet “yes,” and bucky chuckles at you.

“can i kiss you, peaches?”

too speechless to say it, you nod, his metal hand reaching to cup your face. his lips connect with yours and it’s electrifying. your stomach flips and you get so caught up that you grip his henley, afraid that you’ll collapse with how lovestruck he has you. when he sucks on your bottom lip, you let out another gasp and you feel bucky’s lips turn up in a smirk as he pulls away.

still cupping your face, he smiles at you. you smile back, saying something that has bucky’s eyes glinting with pride.

“can you kiss me again?”

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gamblersdoll · 8 months ago

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thinking about ex boyfriend! bakugou who is so fucking smug because he was your first and doesnt ever leave you alone… smut included.

an: this shouldnt have taken all day, but today was pretty shit. ��

you roll onto your right side, feeling the vibration of your phone buzzing. it unlocks looking at your face identifying, and you groan in annoyance. “hello?”

“mornin’ , sleepin’ slut. bad night with the new guy?” you recognize the voice, bakugou. “just wasn’t doin’ nothin’ for you, huh?” he laughs a little bit, a sigh afterwards.

“do you realize what fucking time it is?” you ask, squinting to look at the white numbers in the corner. “it two fifty three in the goddamn morning.”

“and i bet he’s gone by now, isnt he?” katsuki asks, an expectant huff.

“who?” you ask, almost damn near impersonating a actual owl. “because i dont know who the fuck you’re referring to. ive been at home all day.”

“yer’ new little boy toy. i knew youd whore yourself out to make me jealous.” he says, biting his lip when he heard you starting to argue back and get loud. “yeah? im fuckin wrong?”

“very much so, very slow at that.”

“i mean, we wouldnt be here had you not gotten ‘fed up.’” he reminds, biting his lip and tugging at his hero pants when you scoff. “all we gotta do is get back together and y’know..”

“yes, lets get back together mr.dynamight who liked to get an attitude when things dont go his way or will purposely lie about shit to make me jealous, i love you.” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes and pinching the bridge of your nose.

“really?” he asks, a hand groping himself when he waits for your answer.

“no.” you say, pressing the end call button and tossing the phone into the laundry hamper. sleep was good when you didnt have an ex boyfriend calling you in the buttfuck hours of the morning, but he pestered you more. you obviously hear his calls going to voice mail, but its good that the ringer turned off when you threw it.

‘one new voicemail. should i play?’ the fax machine asks, replying with a ‘sure.’ out of pity, was the pussy that good he was obsessed? or was he desperate?

‘you know you want me back, princess.. just call me back and show me how much you miss me.’

yeah fuckin right.

you listen closer, hearing heavy breathing and… slick? was this fucker only booty calling you at fucking three in the morning for this? is that why he called you?

‘not just callin’ ya because im horny or nothin.. but god, do i miss seeing you.’ as soon as you thought the worst. ‘miss seein’ yer pretty face.. or seeing the dumb shit you send me at work.’

you ponder on his words… but had he not been a bit of an asshole, you wouldnt be here. all of this was because he wanted you jealous, and ended up you spitting in his face then leaving.

‘need ta tell ya somethin anyway..’ he mumbles, a groan from his lips. you knew what he was doing, it slightly turned you on. ‘never slept with her.. just lied so you can show me how you can be crazy ‘bout me.. it was stupid.’

yeah, it was. who the fuck lies about that?

‘miss you so damn bad..’ he says, probably pre nut clarity. he moans a little bit, heavy breathing from him stroking his fat cock. ‘cmon baby, talk to me.’

and an idea pops in your head, you finding some really old photo of you and izuku.

#bakugo katuski #kastuki bakugou #bnha bakugo x reader #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x black reader #bakugo smut #yandere bakugou #bnha bakugou #katsukibakugou

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midgarangel · 2 months ago

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ꗃ snowed in | arthur morgan ⭐️

summary: arthur finds you out all alone without your horse in the middle of the grizzlies during a bad snow storm.

contents: nsfw! arthur morgan x fem reader, good honor arthur, pre tb, both of them are the definition of touch starved, penetration, reader squ**ts?? hell yeah.

words: 3.5k (?) i have no clue

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Up in Mount Hagen west of the grizzlies, the fire was going while he set the tent up. It hadn’t snowed in days thankfully. Arthur could tell it would in the morning just by how the temperature dropped severely throughout the night.

“You’re alright..”

His beloved horse Boadicea, shook off the chill in the air and neighed. Arthur got some sleep as best as he could, deciding to wait till dawn to set off.

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Tracking a bounty all the way up here might not have been the smartest idea. Some lowlife criminal with a fine price on his head, wanted dead or alive. Arthur hoped he would stumble upon the man frozen while out riding. Instead he was met with endless amounts of snow ahead of him.

He couldn’t even get a cup of decent coffee going, day was already off to a bad start. It was now around eleven a.m based off the pocket watch he kept in his satchel. Boadicea kept trekking as best as she could.

Arthur loved to get away from camp whenever he could. None of Dutch’s nonsense, no Micah, no nothing. Only now he wished he could turn around and see greenery and meadows instead of pure white.

Boadicea snorted, the snow seemed to be falling heavier. Arthur couldn’t see ahead of him and it seemed like a blizzard was approaching.

“Just a little more girl cmon..”

The wind roared far out as they continued. The path below them was still visible. Yet, deep in the grizzlies now it was no use going back. He fed Boadicea a carrot hoping her stamina would improve.

Best to keep going, he thought. No way I’m gon make it out of the range till it calms down.

With the storm calming down a bit, Arthur took note of his surroundings. Near the now frozen lake, lake isabella. The trail that adorned the body of water had footprints that looked fresh. Footprints that belonged to someone smaller than Him. His suspicions were about to be confirmed.

He heard sniffing and shuffling up ahead. Rounding the corner he laid eyes on you. On tbe ground picking up the contents that were on e in your basket. Your outwear covered in snow. The basket you were carrying blown across from you, and your crops on the ground.

“Er, you alright there?” He asked cautiously.

You turned around frazzled.

“Who’s there?”

Arthur threw his hands up in defense coming into view, not wanting to scare you.

“Woah there it’s okay ma’am I don’t mean you no harm.”

You nodded. He seemed harmless, you were hoping he kept his word.

“Well it makes no difference now…if the snow doesn’t let up, nothing will grow for the rest of the month.”

“If an outlaw or wild animal doesn’t get me then starvation will.” You continued defeated.

He watched you dust off the snow from your shoulders. Noticing you didn’t have a horse.

“You walked out here all alone?”

Shaking your head yes, you explained to him that you left your horse home knowing how harsh the weather would be.

“She’s too old to be out here in weather like this…thought I could make it before it got real bad.”

Arthur thought that was a stupid idea, you could tell from his face. He felt sorry for you.

“Is your home nearby? I could take you there.” He pointed to Boadicea.

You eyed him wearily. A handsome stranger in the middle of a snowstorm offering to take you home? Too good to be true. He had to be trouble, but something about him seemed honest. His blue green eyes sparkling in contrast to the white all around you two.

“Yes..just a couple of miles. Near the frozen waterfall.”

You watched the gears turn in his head. He was glad he found you before you had froze to death.

“Well, ill erm,” He gathered up his supplies making sure Boadicea was ready to go. Offering a stretched out arm to you.

“Cmon, I gotcha.”

On the way to your tiny cabin of a house you attempted to make small talk. It was a ways to go, a few more turns down the trail.

“So, why’re you out here?” You asked, hands on his lower back hanging on.

“Bounty huntin.”

You took a mental note of that. If he had any plans of robbing you once you got home you were done for. Yet you found humor in this predicament.

“Sure I can trust you?” You chuckled.

“Not a bounty are you?” He rebutted.

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you, halfway through the ride.

“Your horse is beautiful..reminds me of mine when she was younger.”

Arthur smiled, you couldn’t see though.

“My pride and joy. Don’t know what i’d do without her, how long have you had yours?” He asked.

Looking back on the time you first got her it seemed like a lifetime ago. Your Dad made one of his wishes come true before he died, bringing her home from an auction. She was just a foal when you were twelve.

Now twenty eight, Olive got sick last year. You vowed to take care of her as best as you could. Even if that meant coming out in a snowstorm as bad as this one in search of herbs for her.

“Sixteen years and counting I hope.” You said.

“She’ll pull through, long as she’s got ya.” Arthur meant that. You sounded sincere, he respected that.

“I’m right here.” You pointed to the brown wooden cabin hidden by flower bushes. Your house was in front of the waterfall you mentioned earlier.

Arthur got off Boadicea first to help you get down. He rounded the corner to help you. The steadiness of his grip, the way his other hand comes to your waist when your legs wobble slightly upon landing, had you besotted. You were grateful for his touch, even if it burned.

A bone chilling wind came through ruining your moment, almost blowing you away. You stumbled a bit, Arthur grabbed your wrist before you could fall.

“Careful there.” He said smirking under his hat.

“Thanks.”

Gathering yourself, you wondered where he’d be off to now. One side of your brain saying to invite him in, the other saying give him a couple of dollars and send him on his way.

You hadn’t had company in god knows how long. Living out here in the mountains wasn’t for the weak, you considered yourself strong. Especially after your parents passing. It’d be nice to hear someone else’s voice for a while over some tea and bread.

“Hey um, wanna come in for a bit? Just till the snow-”

“Oh ma’am it’s alright you don’t-”

“No no I insist, I only have a few dollars, it’s the least I could do to make up for it.”

“Unless you have somewhere to be.” You added.

Arthur hesitated. He didn’t have anywhere to be. He was probably gonna go back to camp once the storm was over, the last place he’d want to be these days.

“Well, as soon as it stops i’ll be out your hair.”

“Come on in.”

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Arthur sat at your small dining table taking in your home. Kitchen full of spices, teacups on the shelves, flour on the apron hanging up by your counter. Honing in on the fireplace across from your bed, it was a small space but you made it look big and full of life. Out the window he noticed a small barn behind the house. That must be where Olive is he thought.

“Here’s some fresh bread, made it this morning.”

You set the plate down in front of him. His mouth watering at the sight.

“Want some honey and butter?” You asked while rummaging through your cabinets, back turned to him.

“I’d love some.”

You smiled warmly at him grabbing the honey and butter.

“Hope you haven’t been eating just plain ol bread all the time, where’s the fun in that?”

Guilty.

“Can’t really fit that kinda stuff out here, gotta make room for my coffee.”

You shook your head.

“Foods more important but I understand. My Dad was a coffee drinker, traded anything for a good batch.”

“He’s a good man.” Arthur said as he took a bite of his bread.

“Before he passed he told me where his secret stash was.” You laughed.

Arthur chuckled lightly.

“You can have it if you want. I should’ve offered you that before I asked you to come in.”

“I’m happy you decided to come in though.” You added.

He nodded in agreement. He could tell you meant that.

“This is a nice space you got here. It’s remote, but you can survive here alright. Can do without the snow though.” He said looking around.

“Why thank you. That means a lot. You’ve probably lived your whole life outdoors.”

“A lot of it, that’s for sure.”

“I barely left the city before coming here ya know. People always talk about the simplicity of country life but it can be hard at times.” You said.

“I guess we only know what we know, city life sounds awful.”

“Oh it is. A truly empty and boring existence…but an undeniably easy one.”

“I bet.”

“So what about you? Where are you from?” You inquired.

As the sun sets with no signs of the snow stopping, you settle in for a evening full of stories of Arthurs escapades and card games. Getting to know a bit about the people he calls family.

He tells you about Dutch and Hosea, how much they mean to him. He mentions a man by the name of John who he sees as a brother. He also tells you about Tilly, who he saved a few weeks ago from some bad people. Then he mentions Charles, the man who taught him how to use a bow properly.

“You know... I had a son once. Years ago. I don't talk about him much.”

He didn’t usually open up to people like this. He’d only known you for a few hours yet somehow you now knew little parts of his story.

“Good kid.” Arthur took a sip of his bourbon then handed the bottle to you.

You took a sip. The warm amber liquor burning as it went down. Finding solace in the fact that you guys shared similar experiences.

“I’m so sorry Arthur.” You passed it back to him.

“S-all good. I’ve made peace with it. Miss em like hell though.”

Another instance of comfortable silence settled. The fire crackled in front of you two, warm enough to forget about the cold outside.

“How about that Horse?” Arthur nudged his head towards the window.

“You wanna meet her? We can keep Boadicea in the barn for the night too.” You said giddily.

Arthur took in the excitement from your face. You had a pretty smile.

“I have some medicine in my satchel. Happy to share. Just gotta lead me to er.”

“You’re a good man.”

“You don’t really know me.”

“I know enough. Theres always more to find in ourselves…you helped me to see that.”

“Reckon you’ll be just fine.” He said getting up.

When you get outside the air is a lot calmer with the snow up to your ankles. Arthur offers his arm for you to hold on to as you walk to the barn.

“She’s in here.”

You open the door slowly. Revealing a frail mahogany horse with white spots. She stands slowly after hearing you approach.

“Heyyyy there girl. Sorry I’ve been gone for a while.” Olive neighs in response, receiving the pats you give her.

“She’s a stunner.” Arthur says as he watches you with her.

“Should’ve seen Ol when she was in her prime. I love her even more now though.” You say cooing at her.

“Stallions bring out the best in people.”

Arthur takes the medicine out of his satchel, walking up to her. It’s late night and the orange glow from the barn lights makes him look impeccable. He gently coaxes Olive into taking the medicine, looking totally in his element.

“You’re so gentle with her.”

Arthur smiles at that comment.

It makes you dizzy. Spending the entire day with him was amazing though it went by so fast. The last time you “talked” with someone was at your local butcher about meat prices. Arthur had saved you from getting hypothermia, ate your bread, provided stories, and now he’s helping your horse. Maybe it was the two sips of bourbon but before you could stop yourself-

“Would you be that gentle with me?” You say suddenly with want on your face.

Arthur glances at you and chuckles. He’s been thinking about how your hair looks so soft and how your freckles show up the most when you smile. He can’t forget about how warm your personality is, or your hospitality. That’s all enough for him to entertain you.

“Did I hear you right?” He asks, still tending to her.

You wait with bated breath turning your head to the side in anticipation.

“There you go girl..” Making sure she’s alright, he turns to you walking closer.

He places his hand on your face smoothing his thumb over your cheek. You lean into his touch.

“Only if you’ll have me. And if you want me to be gentle.”

You nod slowly in the palm of his hand, pulling yourself closer into him. Your noses rub together hesitant in wanting to kiss. He takes your chin in between his fingers.

“It’s been so long…”

“Y‘need this as much as I do. Hm?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.

“Badly.” Was all that you said.

He took a deep inhale, inhaling your scent.

“I…It’s been a while darlin.”

Your chest ached at the rawness in his voice. You cupped his jaw and pulled him back enough to see his face—eyes needy yet earnest.

"You’re here now," You murmured. "I’ve got you."

That was all the permission he needed.

When his lips finally touch yours, he kisses you, really kisses you, it’s slow, and deliberate at first, like he’s aware of how delicate this moment is. His breath hitches, just barely, but you feel it in the way his hands dig into your clothed hips, dragging you flush against him, no space, no air, just him. He kissed you like a drowning man who just then realized where you two stood.

“Wait a sec. Gotta do this properly.” Arthur said still holding you.

You look confused at first, then you understood. You both couldn’t do this in the barn.

“Such a gentleman.” You laughed, the both of you making your way back inside the house.

So as fate wanted, your bed creaked at the force from Arthur sitting down. Straddling him now, your knees press into the cushion, chest light against his, the steady rise and fall of his breath meeting yours. He marveled at your beauty silently before kissing you again.

The second kiss is different. Sloppier. Needier. His tongue pushes past your lips, dragging deep and wet into your mouth like he’s starving for it, like he needs to savor the heat of you just once before he lets you leave the house. He licks into you slowly, unhurried, groaning softly as he swallows your breath like it’s something sweet on his tongue. You gasped, grinding your hips against the hard length straining in his pants.

“Arthur…” you moan, rubbing your thinly covered core against his rough jeans.

“This darn skirt. Getting in the way of things.”

Helping both of you strip down, clumsily giving up on his own clothes since he was more focused on you. You pressed kisses anywhere you could reach in between.

He dropped to his knees between your thighs on the bed, hands gripping them like he needed to hold on. He wanted to feel every inch of you.

He kissed the inside of your thigh, mouthing at your skin, leaving messy, open-mouthed kisses all over your hips, your stomach, your chest.

"Been dying to taste you," he admitted shamelessly. Breath hot against your core.

“Can I?”

You nodded, and he dove in, tongue lapping at you smoothly, savoring you. Hearing your light airy moans egged him on. He was trying to memorize every inch of you all at once. You felt like a small animal with a predator’s teeth on her neck with the way he looks at you.

"Could stay right here forever.”

His rough hands reached the curls of your most intimate part, running his fingers there as if he were petting it while you watched in amazement. He was a real man.

You whimpered, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging sharply out of embarrassment or something softer. Imagining what it would be like if he did stay here forever.

“So goddamn pretty.” He groaned into you, couldn’t help himself. You gasped.

“Your clothes..wanna see you.”

Arthur lets out a soft chuckle as he straightens up. You watched him undress while you lay on the bed. He could tell how much it was for you, all naked while he was still clothed, the spontaneity of it all. No blankets covering you yet. You felt shy but you were too lustful to show it.

His front and back were rippled with meat and muscle, the type of figure one can only attain through constant hard work and running. His skin littered with scars in different shapes and textures, some fully healed and others jagged. You've never seen a man quite like him. You wanted to ask him about each scar.

“Come here..” You beckoned him. He crawled up your body, his dick rubbing slick and heavy against your thigh. The both of you were drunk off of each-other at this point.

“Still want me to be gentle?” He asked while kissing your neck.

“Do whatever you want.” You moaned when his tip softly went in. Your breath hitched, feeling finally full in who knows how long.

He pushed himself completely in you, noticing your eyes roll back momentarily. Cunt split open and stuffed, you adjusted to his size.

“You don’t even know what you’re askin’ for,” he says quietly, like it’s just between the two of you and always will be. “But I’ll give it to you anyway.”

Your mind was a daze, you just wanted to feel him all around you. Completely enveloping you, all your senses locked on Arthur.

“So good," he choked out. "You can take it darlin.”

He kisses you. Filthy. Deep. His tongue pushes into your mouth before you can breathe, and you melt into it, whining into the hot slide of it as his hands roam low, gripping your ass like he’s already imagining how it’ll feel when you switch positions.

You repeated what he said in a daze. “I can take it…” Wrapping your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts, each one a little more tantalizing than the last.

He gently takes your legs and puts them up so you could wrap them around his torso. You melted deeper into his body, submissive flares. You weren’t even aware of him moving your hair out of your face. You bit your lip at the gesture

“Jus’need to see you sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

The new nickname had your heart jumping. So happy that you had moved up from being called “ma’am” to “darlin” to now sweetheart. If he stayed he’d come up with even more names.

Suddenly he flipped the two of you over so he’s behind you, shutting you up with another kiss before you can protest. It’s slower and heavier like he’s savoring your desperation.

Legs spreading automatically to make room for him, you look up and bat your eyelashes. The room smells like want. The sweet aroma of honey, wood, sweat and sex. You’re glistening, shimmering under the dim lighting of the cabin. Leaking warmth like a prayer meant only for him.

His growl rumbles up from deep in his chest, a sound that vibrates through the bed beneath you and takes root in your spine. There’s nothing gentle in the way he moves.

Your thighs tremble and a choked, broken moan punches free of your lungs before you even realize it’s coming. Your hand flies to your mouth instinctively, fingers splayed across your lips like you can hold in what he’s tearing out of you. Arthur doesn’t stop.

“Let me hear ya.” He rasps, eyes locked between your legs like they’re tracking the center of the universe. Your hands grip the sheets, as you fuck him back. Begging him without words but with whimpers to never stop.

He groans against you, deep and wrecked, and the vibrations pulse through your cunt like an aftershock. Pounding into you at this rate, your mind goes blank at one point, he’s relentless. He taps your hip with the back of his hand and looks at you like you’re God.

“Not yet sweetheart. Gonna ride me,” he pants, dragging the words out low and rough as you crawl on his lap. Breath hitching as your thighs spread over his, the air between your bodies sharp and electric. Your cunt drags over his shaft, slick and hot. The sound that leaves his throat is pure hunger as he grabs himself in one hand, smearing your arousal down his length. Dragging the head through your folds with purpose, watching your face twist with need.

“Don’t run,” he breathes, his voice barely more than a growl, forehead pressed to yours. “Be good.”

And you are good.

You lower yourself inch by devastating inch, the stretch slow and punishing, your body fighting to take him as your nails dig into his shoulders, your breath coming out in little gasps that sound more like worship. You feel your walls part around him for the third time tonight. Feeling every ridge, every vein, every delicious ache as you sink down and bottom out.

He hisses, biting at your throat. Arthurs hands clenching around your waist like he’s anchoring himself in place.

“Look at you. Fuckin’ perfect.”

You moan into his mouth when he kisses you again, sloppier now. More tongue than lips. And then you move rolling your hips, building the rhythm that will destroy you. Every bounce draws a new groan from his throat, every grind makes your clit drag against the coarse hair at the base of his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through your spine. Your thighs burn but you couldn’t care less.

The bed rocks with the momentum, each thrust pushing the air from your lungs, each slap of skin against skin driving you closer to the edge. His hands find your ass, pulling you down harder, making you take him, and when you whimper, he chuckles dark and low against your throat.

“Yeah, darlin. That’s it. You hear that?” he grunts, pressing his palm to your lower belly, feeling the bulge where he’s buried so deep inside. “That’s me right there.”

You practically wail out, your high and aching body pulsing around him as your thighs tremble from the stretch. The slick of your cunt dripping down him. The musky sound of your bodies slapping together filling every inch of the cabin like heat pressed into fogged glass. Was it even snowing anymore?

Arms wrapped tight around his neck, your face buried against his temple, your fingers tangled in his hair like you’re trying to fuse your body to his. You can feel him panting against your collarbone, open-mouthed and desperate, like he’s biting back something loud, something animal, something barely tamed.

“Christ,” Arthur breathes against your skin, the sound more of a broken moan than a word. His voice wet and trembling. His teeth find your neck again, grazing the sensitive curve where shoulder meets throat, biting down just enough to make your pussy clench around him in response, and he feels it.

He groans against you, lips dragging along the line of your jaw as he grinds you down harder, deeper, every upward thrust punching the air from your lungs.

You’re babbling now, nothing coherent, not even words, just gasps and little broken sobs of pleasure, your hips moving on instinct, chasing something bright and unbearable as his dick grinds right into that perfect, dizzying spot inside you.

“That’s it, ride it out, sweet girl. You sound so fuckin’ pretty when you cry like that.”

The pressure mounts, unbearable. You can’t even fight it anymore. The pleasure barrels through you like a lightning strike, brutal, hot, and fast. You throw your head back as you moan deeply. Completely wrecked and shaking. Your thighs lock around him as your cunt spasms violently, clenching down on his dick like it’s trying to keep him.

And then wetness. Heat. Everywhere.

It’s not just an orgasm. It’s something more. Something primal. You squirt around him, the gush soaking his thighs and the sheets below you. The sound obscene as your slick pours out uncontrollably, drenching his lap as you collapse against him with a sob.

Arthur growls, so loud and feral it rips through the cabin like thunder. He slams into you one final time, cock pulsing deep inside your fluttering heat as he comes, thick, hot, and endless!groaning your name into your shoulder as his body trembles beneath you. He doesn't pull out. Doesn’t even try. Just stays buried to the hilt.

He wants to keep you twitching, leaking, falling apart on top of him until you forget what it feels like to breathe without his dick inside you. Eventually, your hips go still. Your head drops onto his shoulder while his arms curl around your waist like armor. One hand stroking slowly up your spine, the other resting flat against your thigh.

Your walls are still fluttering, milking him gently, your cunt wet and stretched and full, and neither of you move. You cockwarm like that, breathing in sync. Sticky skin with the wind howling outside.

Arthur presses a kiss to your temple. Another to your shoulder. One more just beneath your jaw, slower this time, reverent.

He murmurs something into your skin. Something low. Something that sounds like your name.

“Reckon you could stay for a while? You say looking at him tenderly.

He takes your hand and kisses your knuckes. His touch is soft. He just fucked you like a goddamn animal but is still the only man alive who knows how to hold you after. He just might be.

“I’ll stay till you get tired of me. I have no where else to be sweetheart.” Arthur laughs heartily.

You can’t wait to make coffee together in the morning.

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first arthur fic!! i love rdr2 so much it had to be done. ty for reading xx <3

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption #red dead redemption two #red dead #arthur morgan x female reader #midgarangel

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andhumanslovedstories · 5 months ago

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Something I've been thinking about in regards to the difficulty of writing about my job in the healthcare profession is that there's very different conversations happening at the same time. The first is that this is a job that gives us a lot of power over vulnerable people that is easy to abuse and easier to be passive about. The second is that people will never not bitch about their jobs.

What if a customer service job was high-stakes? That's nursing. It's not the only part of nursing, but cmon, anyone who has worked a public-facing job knows how some people can be. Hospitals are full of people having the worst days of their lives while also being tired, hungry, lonely, and bored.

Plus, it's not just the general population you're dealing with. Hospitals have a disproportionate amount of very difficult people. To draw some examples from my own direct experience: the dementia patient had become too violent to stay at home (unfortunately common), infected chronic wound guy who is so racist that his facility will not take him back, confused patient who screams unceasingly 24 hours a day until she passes out, sexually inappropriate guy who needs two caregivers at all time, another racist patient but this time they're also sexist, banned from multiple shelters for assaulting the staff, etc. Or what might be the most common: person who is too sick to go home alone but no one they know will agree to take care of them. Like, have any of you cut off horrible relatives or abusive partners? People who were in whatever way unacceptable to be around? Would you like to take care of them? And you KNOW they're also not doing any of the stuff that would help them heal so it seems like they will never leave.

I think the gap between healthcare as a Duty versus as a Job contributes to hostile conversations. When you're complaining about your Job ("that moment when you let a call light ring for a while in the hopes someone else answers this time because that patient is annoying as hell"), it's frustrating to get a response that solely looks at the situation through the lens of a Duty ("all patients deserve the same level of care and shouldn’t be ignored.") And it's also frustrating to have these legitimate criticisms ignored or disputed because people are like "it's not that serious, calm down, let nurses vent." And it’s also frustrating to feel so intensely monitored in your free time because of your job. And it’s also frustrating to see people in their free time display qualities that seem like they would have big, negative impacts on their job.

Thinking on this topic, I keep coming back to this one memory. There was a time when I responded to a Code Blue (cardiac arrest, guy’s heart has fully stopped) and was the fifteenth or so person to arrive. The room's full of critical care nurses, I'm not the direct care nurse, the rest of the floor is quiet. So basically, I'm useless to the emergency situation. I ran into a coworker who also responded to the code. I hadn't seen her in a minute, so we caught up. She showed me the new stickers on her water bottle. I don’t remember the exact sticker, but I believe it was a nacho-based pun. It was a pleasant chat.

Meanwhile during this entire conversation, within eyesight of where we are because we’re waiting around to see if we’re needed, people are trying to bring a patient back from the dead. What was happening in that room is life-or-death--to the patient. For me, it was an interlude during a forgettable shift. I only remember that code because the discrepancy between what I was experiencing and what the patient was experiencing was so stark. I don't even remember if the patient survived or not.

None of the patient’s family was there. If they had been, we would have removed ourselves further or not talked so casually. Probably. But if the spouse was there, it would be so insanely insensitive if we tried to include the patient's spouse in our chat about fun stickers. If me and that nurse had been casually in a different hallway chatting, it would be very abrupt for the patient's spouse to walk into our conversation and explain how the patient's death would be so hard on the kids. One of these examples is way more sympathetic and understandable than the other. And I want that spouse to feel comfortable coming up to me and discussing that! That’s part of my job! But also, you can get why that would be a distressing interruption to a moment of downtime.

In both cases, the people in the conversation couldn't be further apart in tone and investment. Neither of us are being bad people. We just should not be talking to each other. And the nature of the Internet and public posting is sometimes talking about my job feels like it's me, my coworker, the spouse, and the revived but severely affected patient in single group chat.

#nursing blog #b.#here’s nursing writing unrelated to the strike #I drafted it ages ago and just found it again

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tiki-was-here · 3 months ago

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Cw:technically feminization

I want the reader to be the one doing the brainwashing for once. Like cmon. Imagine dating homelander and over the course of a year or two you fully sell him on the idea of being a cute little housewife 🥰 (let’s pretend that vought doesn’t factor into this or they’re happy to have a way to get rid of homelander without trying to kill him)

It starts with small things (because you don’t want to get lasered in half) like you overly pampering him whenever he complains about work. Telling him how he’s too good and too pretty to be stressing so much and you wish he could just relax at home all day. He laughs it off at first, grateful for the attention but there’s surely no way he could leave his role as homelander, he’s in too deep (aha).

You get him into more “normal” tasks like cooking and cleaning because you very subtly help him associate those tasks with positive reinforcements. Loving up on him whenever he cooks breakfast (even if it’s not the best) telling him how much you appreciate him and how you’re so lucky to have a boyfriend who’d do all of this for you. Or even planning dates for the two of you around learning things like sewing, crocheting or even gardening, purposely messing up so that he can get the confidence boost of having you praise him even more.

And then you start trying to get him to stay home more wether it’s more sane like having a conversation to make him feel as if he doesn’t spend enough time with you and your relationship is on the line OR you could do something crazy like purposely injuring yourself so he’s FORCED to take over the house in some capacity, waiting on you hand and foot as you overplay your injury everrrr so slightly.

Whenever you fuck him you’re very intentional with your words and actions—making sure to stress how pretty he looks in just his pjs and how when you saw him waiting for you to come home you could hardly stop yourself from taking him right there. Coming up behind him when he’s in the kitchen wearing that stupid little pink apron you bought as a “joke” and bending him over on the counter before fucking him like your trying to get him pregnant. Telling him that you’re gonna put a baby in him and he’s so outraged and confused and very very flustered that his mind just short circuits and he comes without so much as a warning.

And then finally you completely lean into the idea of him being a housewife without outright saying it. At this point (even without knowing it) he’s sold on the idea as well because being around you is the only time he doesn’t feel like murdering the entire planet and is so enamored with you that he just wants to pamper you.

You guys buy a stereotypical white picket fence home and he gets a proper disguise (if they can shove a bomb up someone’s ass they can get him a convincing disguise idc how famous he is) so you can spend your days taking him out on dates and having him go to the grocery store etc etc.

Siiiigh maybe you two decide to adopt kids and Johns at the verge of tears every time he attends their activities because although it took a lot of convincing he’s genuinely so happy to have the normal life he’d always wanted.

#𐌕𐌉𐌊𐌉 ᯓᡣ𐭩 #male reader #x male reader #top male reader #the boys x male reader #homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #homelander x y/n #rambles⋆˚࿔

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shidoglazer · 3 months ago

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missed you.

reo mikage smut mdni ＠shidoglazer

dumbification overstimulation breeding kink

REO MIKAGE is an absolute gentleman. wether it be during your dates, or just random moments in you two’s relationship, and everyone knew that by now. he made sure he’d book a whole restaurant just for your dates, he made sure the employees at the jewellery shop escorted everyone else out just for you, he made sure to do everything that made you happy.

he’s such a sweetheart, even during sex. he’ll be so gentle and passionate, checking up on you every time your body shudders under him from how deep he’s reaching into, how he’s basically going to make you cum from how sweet his voice sounds. “is this okay? hmm? such a good girl. taking it so well, you were just made for me, right? so perfect, i love you so much.” god. if only you could respond with something just as equally sweet that wasn’t your soft moans and whines.

he tries to control his temper whenever he’s with you. when you visited him during work-hours unexpectedly and saw how he was with employees that didn’t reach his standards, you swore it was like seeing a whole other person. but as soon as his eyes landed on you, everything about him softened. “princess! you didn’t tell me you were coming? cmon, i’ll take you to my office.” like it was a complete switch from the reo that was just speaking in such a stern tone with a murderous look on his face..

sometimes, he really does get frustrated. with football, his monster parents and his workload that just keeps piling up, you’d find him distancing himself from you to not accidentally snap at you, and you were more than okay with that after he explained why. he needed space, and you respected it. but after basically a whole week of not seeing you from how often he needed to go to the office, he finally got a rest day. you were waiting at the livinh room for him like an excited puppy, and as soon as you heard the keys jingling outside, not a second was wasted when you got up from the couch and hugged your boyfriend who just stepped into the house.

“reoooo!! i missed you so much!” “i missed you too, darling. i missed you so much. too much.”

he let out a deep sigh as he relaxed into you, his voice sounding exhausted. he shut the door and immediately brought you to the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed and capturing your lips in a desperate kiss. cupping your cheeks as he pulled away slowly, leaning down to your neck and pressing a kiss on it, causing you to shiver. “darling, can we? i’m so tired. just wanna spend time with you.”

“reo! reo!- oh my god, fuck fuck fuck!! p-please! slow down!” he had your body pinned onto the wall, stomach flat against it while he was holding onto your hips as leverage, pounding into you ruthlessly. tears were streaming down your face from overstimulation yet you didn’t try to escape it. your walls were clenching around his cock as it continuously hit your g-spot, making you squirm underneath him.

“i know, i know.. i’m sorry princess, mhm? you’ll forgive reo, right? i just missed you so much, missed your pretty hole.”

you couldn’t really do anything else but nod for him as he was fucking into you like a sex machine, the way he was roughhousing you marked your asscheeks red from the constant slapping and occasional spanks from him. his thrusts had a rhythm to it, and your moans aligned with them perfectly. you felt like you were out of breath whenever reo slipped his cock into you, yet it felt like heaven whenever he did so.

reo gripped onto your hips tightly, speeding up his pace as his head rested on your shoulder, your hands gripping onto nothing against the wall as you bit your lower lip roughly, letting out strained noises. his pace didn’t falter, one of his hands trailing up to grip onto your hair tightly, pulling it up to get a view of your face before kissing your cheek, then trailing that hand to your throat, applying pressure onto it while he heard you gargle and choke. “shit baby. you’re so fucking hot, you don’t mind doing this for reo, mhmn? gonna make me feel good?” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you nodded, head going fuzzy at all the sensations. the cock that was fucking into you with such a delicious pace, the voice that was so gentle, the hand that was basically the whole size of your neck ..

you quickly snapped out of it when you felt your heartbeat accelerating from the lack of oxygen and the familiar coil in your stomach. what the fuck? were you really about to cum from reo choking you? you let out a strangled noise, tapping on reos hand. he didn’t hesitate to let go, causing you to cough for a awhile.

“.ahhgg, fuck.. baby.. g’na cum! please, can i cum? been a good girl for you,” you begged out desperately for his permission, yet despite that his pace didn’t slow down a single bit. “go ahead, sweet girl.”

and that was it, you came undone on his cock as all the sensations washed over you, letting out guttural moan. “t-thank you! thank you thank you thank you reo!, fuuuucknngg.!” your back arched, yet something was different, he kept fucking into your hole despite you just coming undone, usually he’d wait for you to come down from your high first but..

“w-wait! wwait wait wait! reo- i just came! nghhhaahhh, i, fuck!” his thrusts were unwavering as he placed a spank onto your ass, causing you to yelp as your legs trembled from the overstimulation. “cmon, i know you’re better than this. just, just wait for me to finish, kay? it’ll be quick,, promise..” yet despite that, it didn’t help you from the tears streaming down your face, the way your clit was throbbing and the fact that the neighbours could probably hear your cries.

reo did finish up quick, before your legs gave out at least. he thrusted into you one last time, letting out a low groan as he gripped onto your waist tightly, filling you to the brim with his cum. he leaned down, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. you were completely fucked dumb, not being able to say anything except his name. he found you so cute like this ..

he pulled out, letting everything leak onto the floor beneath you two before picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom, placing you both in the tub as you relaxed onto his chest, exhausted.

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rubiehart · 4 months ago

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being jj’s passenger princess after a long day at work was a god send, especially when he treats you exactly how he should…

“can i borrow your lipstick?”

“yeah, it’s somewhere in here.”

the clatter of items from the two girl's bag's fills the silence of the dingy tikki bar’s bathroom, bringing you back to reality as you blink slowly in the mirror, hands gripping the porcelain sink as you sigh.

rude customers, and pervy old men, mixed with the heatwave the outer banks was currently suffering was a recipe for disaster, leaving you in a fowl mood all night, counting down the hours until you could stumble into your bestfriend’s truck and into john b’s guest bed with him.

at the distant buzz of your phone a wave of relief washes over you, reaching into the back pocket of your jean shorts, eyes landing on the little buzzing screen, lit up with his name.

pressing your back against the wall, you jab at the screen eagerly with a fingernail painted with chipper glittery polish, bringing to phone to your ear, breathing out an exhausted 'hey.’ fiddling with the hem of your uniformed waist apron.

"m’ outback, y’ need me to come walk you out? ‘s gettin’ dark- pretty fast." he hums, the sound of the blinker in background as he pulls into the parking lot.

you nod like he can see you, pressing into the corner of your eye with your ring finger, swiping away an rogue flake of mascara, before settling for an exhausted. ‘uh- nah, it’s fine. be one sec.” before promptly ending the call.

the slap of your sandals against the tarmac speeds up as you approach him, arms folded over his chest with that knowing smirk on his face, leaning against the hood of the twinkie.

you almost groan at the sight, tan forearms bulging unfairly. you practically throw yourself into his waiting arms, leaning your head on his shoulder. he’s startled for a second, eyes going wide, but then his arms are encircling your waist and his lips pressed to your crown, fighting the urge to kiss the skin softly, settling for just inhaling your shampoo.

“i fuckin’ missed you - never thought i’d say it." you hum jokingly, pulling away to look him in the eyes, his hands sliding lower to rest on the backs of your thighs. "missed you too my girl - always do." he says, titling his head down towards you with a teasing pout.

your heart flips at that, his girl, you knew, duh, just nice for it to be affirmed, especially when he’s looking at you like that in an empty parking lot. makes you contemplate if this friendship was worth ruining just to persue your fantasies.

“cmon, gimme some sugar.” he smirks, and it’s joking of course, but who is jj if not persistent? so he leans down a little anyway, doesn’t expect to feel the wet smush of your lips to his jaw, only now does he realise you’re a little tipsy - having been sneaking shots under the bar all day just to deal with your shift.

"that new?" he asks, feigning nonchalance when you pull away, running a gentle thumb across your chin to wipe away some excess gloss.

"yeah- got it last week. don’t you just looove it?" you smile hopefully and he nods, chucking softly as your excited little pout, hands sliding up and down your thighs as he replies, supportive as ever. "damn right- i love it. might cop myself some." he teases, giving a fleeting pat to your denim covered ass, rounding the car to open your door, gesturing for you to get in.

your cheeks heat up at the casual act, following his footsteps. "think y’ a gentleman? you ain’t foolin’ anyone." you grin, taking his hand to hop up into the truck, he averts his gaze, jaw clenching when you stumble, falling with your literal ass in the air.

once you’re situated, hand still in his, so flustered as he presses his chapped lips to your hand, charming smirk on his face, hair all disheveled and looking edible in the orange glow of the streetlights. “i am - only for you though, mama.”

he rounds the car to sink months agoat, turning the key in the ignition and you can't help admire the way his forearms tense at the action. the car kicks to life and you're both off.

after driving for five or so minutes, you were getting a little restless, unable to ignore how perfectly his jawline was highlighted by the streetlights, or how the hand he’d smoothly rested on your thigh was slowly sliding further and further towards where you wanted - scratch that, needed it most.

you weren't even sure he knew what he was doing to you, but you couldn't wait to find out. it was pathetic really, just how easily you could go from 0 to 100, but you were past the point of caring, and all you was for him to make you feel good.

on impulse, you reach for the hand caressing your thigh, his eyes flit to you, unsure of what you're intention was until he meets your eyes. he could recognise that glazed over needy look anywhere, the one you get when you’re scouting out boys at the boneyard, or the beach, or wherever, all this time he’s wanted you to look at him like that, and now you were? he thinks he’s gonna stop breathing.

you drag his hand gently up your body to rest on your tit, which he squeezes on instinct, eyes only half focused on the road. he lets out a gruff, unsure call of your name, clearing his throat, wondering if he should stop.

the action illicites a pretty little whimper from you, which he takes as motivation to keep you making those noises. he darts his eyes between the busy road and you, legs spread and lips parted, eyes fluttering gently as he rubs a thumb over your pebbled nipple through the bobbly material of your graphic tee, scarce of a thick enough bra.

navigating the bustle of traffic was a challenge in itself, but now he'd have to multitask, dipping his hand down between your legs, already feeling the warmth radiating off of you through your denim shorts as you eagerly begin popping the buttons, head thrown back against the head rest, eyes on him. “please, jay..." you mewl, and he knows the risks. but fortunately for you, jj likes a challenge.

#divider by roseraris ♡#i imagine this during the end of season 2 before poguelandia #before poguelandia they mess around but don’t really go further than drunk make outs and dry humping..#꒰ bsf!reader ꒱ྀི #bsf!reader #꒰ bsf!jj ꒱ྀི #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj obx #jj maybank blurb #outer banks #jj x reader #jj maybank headcanon #jj maybank obx #obx

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thelazyauthorsblog · 6 days ago

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NSFW batfamily Headcanons

Unfortunately, this won the vote😑 so I figured why not tie it to a future smau (regarding nail polish and a certain colour)

Content: dick predictions of the guys with a few kinks and turn offs thrown in.

Tw: extremely sexual, some extreame kinks thrown in.

Including: Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne purely because these don't do so well but do let me know if I should add other characters.

Jason Todd:

Personally, I think this man is chunky and plumpy like his Gotham Knights build but just with a better dress sense and his signature more Jason Todd-esque hair style. But anyway, as a beefy man his cock would follow suite, so around 7-8 inches and probably not curving (yes ik thats unrealistic but let me dream-). He also has a tan cock, with a brownish tip, no foreskin.

His girth thoo?? lets bfr everyone knows that it'll take two hands to wrap around that cock. (well maybe one and a tad).

Although, i don't think he's fully or even groomed at all just soley cuz this man gets no huzz so why bother? But sure he may trim or shave it when it gets too much.

kinks time! and yh this man is defo a hidden kinky fiendd:

Praise kink, both from recieving and giving just cuz he needs it for his soul to heal. I mean i'm sure he had a degration kink back in his Arkham Knight days but now he just needs to be told he's doing a good job.

HOWEVER, that does not mean he doesn't still show signs of that era, which presents itself through his humiliation/teasing kinks mainly. Where he would say something along the lines of "Knew you couldn't handle it" or "Aw cmon ik you can do much better", even a "You gotta beg for it first babe".

He also showcases his humiliation kink through his size kink, because let's bfr he's huge and he wants to show it. That's why his favourite postion is the stand and carry cuz he's a show off.

Moving on, while more extreme things he can somewhat handle (if his s/o is that kinky, which if ur reading this then...🧍‍♀️) like crying or even bondage, i don't think he'd be into physically hurting you through wax play, blood play, etc and potentially hurting you isn't on the table either, like through choking, but he could be convinced, especially through name calling, more favourable sir.

With that being said, don't make him jealous, whether on purpose of by accident cuz you will regret it, I mean his morals of not hurting you are still engraved in head, he'll just be more adventourous than usual (and more sadistic). For instance, let's say a waiter was throwing a few glances your way, this man is either lightly grinding your cunt with his shoe, or having full on public sex in the bathroom (or worse even on the poor waiters car). Wait you thought that was it? NOPE at home hes going full 5+ rounds (cuz his stamina is on a whole nother level) but he lets you come right at the end, edging and dening you in henious ways while he teases you relentless.

Which brings us to this man's marking kink, where he just has to make sure every part of you to you neck, legs, back and even your scent screams his name. He need everyone to know that your his and his only, but that doesn't mean he isn't one to accept being marked himself. No no, he asks for it, paying for expensive lipsticks and manacures purely so you have the assets to mark him however you want. Back scratches, lipstain marks, hickeys, he will proudly display them to anyone, no shame.

However, i don't think this means breeding kink, well not early or even mid relationship, purely because of the fear that his reputation will do extensive damage to his potential family buttt lets be honest this man is a quiet yearner and would love to be convinced to love you in all forms.

Bruce:

Hugeeee af but probably not as big as our man above but defo above average, like 6-6.5. Pretty girthy too, with a pinky tan head, no foreskin.

He is probaly somewhat groomed but due to his extra activites he usually doesn't get the tine to totally groom down there.

Before getting to his kinks, let it be known this man is 96% an ass man, he will get hard for you when ever its on full display, be it you bend over to pick something uo or where a tight skirt, does not matter, he enjoys it all. With that being said he defo loves spaanking, not caring if yiu've been good or bad.

I see him being very similar to Jason out of all his other kins, in where he enjoys the more lighter of the extreame stufff, the humilation, marking, the size kink (but you'll soon see he also has an affinity for said extreame side). But i cant see him as enjoying being praised. Praising you he'd do on the daily but the moment you say that he looks so hot while he eats you out he immediately cringes (yes this is because he caannot take a compliment)

He also doesn't do public sex, not because he doen't like it, but just cuz he has so much to risk in terms of his public image, he is much suited with doing things behind closed doors.

Well...closed doors within closed doors. This comes from a fic i read a good wwhhile back where Jay and Y/N got tapped in Bruces sex dungeon (no further comments) where he absolutely hides all his bondage and sex toys, as this man is indeed a pleasure dom.

Although, i do see him being into edging and orgasm denial, purely because he thinks it brings more pleasre.

Which leads me on to the fact that he is 100% into power play and corruption as a dom, i just don't see him giving that control up. But he would never pass on opportunity for you to get on top, through face sitting or riding him, just cuz hes an ass man doesn't mean he cant show love to your other parts.

Back onto his dommie nature, he so needs a bratty reader who loves getting into trouble solely because of his nature to interrogate the shit out of you once you do something wrong. No not using his skilled batman level of interrogation but rather his Bruce Wayne side comes out to use his vast riches to buy all the toys he can to torture the truth out of you. Vibrators, ropes, you name it, he probably has it.

He also defo has a breeding kink (have you seen how eager he is to adopt any poor orphan he sees, newly orphaned or not). He just needs to fill that void of being parentless himself and he thinks 70 kids would do just that.

Which leads us to his rather tame favourite sex positions, missionary and doggy. Doggy cuz well your ass is on full display and missionary due to its intimate nature, perfect for baby making.

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stargrltara · 20 days ago

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Saw it open so I took the chance, so can I get panty!theif mark 🥺🙏🏻

you ask, you shall recieve!

MDNI 18+

Mark Grayson has never been one for a thief, he’s never even thought of stealing. Maybe once or twice in high school when he was feeling a bit rebellious; but ever since he’s became invincible, became a real man, he looks down upon those who commit acts like stealing.

Unless it’s your panties.

Your pink lacy one with a little bow, the black thong with a red charm, even the ones you don’t wear when you go and see your boyfriend , Mark, because you don’t think they’re that attractive. He thinks otherwise.

He loves everything about you. Your long, silky hair, your glistening eyes especially in the pale moonlight, your voice that whispers and moans his name like a prayer. Your like a dream, he loves everything about you, he longs to be in your arms just as much as you long to be in his. He loves your scent. God he loves when his nostrils are overwhelmed with your sweetness, your arousal your love.

He doesn’t even know why he began to steal your panties.. as a trophy..? as a reminder? as a metaphor for his love? Either way , he does it and has no remorse; he doesn’t regret it. Not one bit.

“Mark— cmon.. gotta get up, ‘m g’na be late for work,” you shook him awake, trying to get him up from his slumber so you could kiss him goodbye before heading off to work, or maybe he could walk with you.. or fly you. He just grumbled, the esrly timings making his head hurt, but when he opened his eyes, the sheer curtains blazing light through, he blinked at the sight of you.

All pretty wearing his shirt whilst nothing under it, and that’s because of one thing, the events from last night. You two had a time, you came around 6 times.. it’s hard to keep track really it all happens so fast, so blurry when his thick viltrumite cock is shoved deep inside of you, nestling in your gummy walls.

You don’t know why he was so worked up yesterday, climbing through your window and whimpering in your arms like a puppy in heat only to fuck you like a feral beast. Body limp and covered in marroon love bites, you stood up to go to the bathroom quickly.

This was the time, he had to do it before you came back. He reach over the bed, searching the floor of scattered clothes from last night until he found your panties. You wore these cheeky, white and baby blue polka dot ones and he knew it was going to look fucking fantastic in his collection.

He just snatched it from the ground, shoved it into his sweatpants pocket and when you came back; you didn’t suspect a thing because you went to get new underwear anyway for a shower. The words leaving your mouth an orchestrated melody, music to his ears. “—you joinin’ me, baby?”

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When he got home that afternoon, he opened his drawer full of your panties. Shoves the ones he just stole into the collection right after sniffing them, your scent lingering on it refusing to let go.

He couldn’t wait for later.. when everything around him is quiet and he can shameless jerk off into your panties, his mind focused on all your features as he pumps his length.

But what he doesn’t know that you knew the day you two started dating, you’ve never stoped it.

He’s filthy.. It’s wrong.

But it turns you on.

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seokmn · 6 months ago

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pairing: joshua x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 1.2k words

warnings: mentions of drinking, brief moment of shirtless joshua, suggestive moment if you squint reaaally hard

joshua took a sip of his drink and pointed his index finger at you, “what do you think of me? no sugarcoating”. you also took a sip of your drink and gave him a small nod before speaking, “i think youre cool”

“seriously? cool? just ‘cool’?”

you shrugged your shoulders, “what else do you want me to say?”. joshua looked away and pouted, his voice was as quiet as a whisper, “i thought you were going to say a little bit more”

you rolled your eyes, “i think youre really polite and kind with people. hm… i dont like the way you always find a new song to obsess with and sing the same verse for days every single time, but at the same time, i love your voice, it gives people comfort. your voice is like a hug after a stressful day.” you took a long sip of your drink before continuing, “i also like when you smile and how your eyes disappear. let’s see… i like when you always try to reassure me that everythings fine when i mess something up and when you look at me when im looking at you and your dimples come out. oh and-“

“i think thats enough” joshua cut you off and chuckled. he shook his head slightly, finding funny how you started yapping about the things you like about him. that being a sign that you were starting to get tipsy. “if you keep going ill think i like me or something”

“okay, my turn now. look at me” you leaned forward, your chest glued to the table as you looked at joshua’s face intensely. joshua smiled a bit and leaned forward as well, looking at you. “‘kay, im looking”

“do you see someone looking back at you or do you see someone thats in love with you?” you asked, eyes narrowing as you tried to analyze his reaction. on the other side, joshua’s smile died and he suddenly got shy. he drank all of his drink in one sip and rubbed the back of his neck. “so… youre in love with me?”

you just nodded with an affiliative smile on your face, “yes. very much so”

joshua could feel his cheeks heating up. he stood up and walked towards you, he placed his hand on your shoulder and looked down at you, “im afraid youre getting drunk so i guess its time for us to leave, i dont want to keep saying things that you might regret about tomorrow.”

“but its your birthday and i just confessed to you… dont you feel the same?”

“maybe…” he chuckled, “ill only admit it when you tell me about your feelings while being sober. now lets go, ill take care of you”

you huffed, “fiiiine… but you know, that is so not fair!”

“its my birthday, so its fair if i say so and im telling you thats soo fair”

he paid for the drinks and food you two consumed and went back to his place with you. he let you sleep on his bed while he slept on the couch.

you could hear the birds chirping and feel the sun on your face. you slowly sat up, frowned and placed your hand on your head, feeling it hurt. “gosh…” you looked around and noticed the obvious, that wasnt your bedroom. panic was slowly starting to increase, but it died as soon as you heard a voice singing in the background. you knew that sweet voice too well. you were at joshua’s home.

you walked towards the voice and you found him shirtless and cooking. you blushed a little and cleared your throat to make your presence known, he turned around and looked at you, giving a smile that warmed your heart. “good morning, did you sleep well?”

“morning.. yea, i slept very well, but now my head is killing me” he chuckled, “that wont be a problem anymore” he said as he placed a bowl of hangover soup in front of you. you mumbled a thank you and started eating it, enjoying the taste.

“is it good?”

“ah, yes. its really good! you know what else would be good?” joshua raised his eyebrow, waiting for you to tell him. “a shirt”

the man laughed and smirked, “cmon, i know you love it. but okay, ill put on a shirt”. you watched him put on a white shirt, but you were with a puzzled expression on your face, why would he say that? was he only being extra or did you say something last night? “what you mean? i dont love it!”

“oh, so you dont remember about last night?” he had a cocky smile on his lips and your eyes widened. last night? what did you do or say last night? you looked at him with a blank expression for a few seconds, trying to process everything. once you thought you got it, you immediately gasped and placed your arms on your chest and on your lap, as if you were trying to hide your body.

joshua’s eyes widened as well and he shook his head, completely in panic. “no! its not what youre thinking!! i even slept on the couch!” he said as he pointed at the couch with some pillows and a blanket. you looked at the couch and let out a deep breath you didnt know you were holding.

“then why would you say such a thing?!” you looked at the soup and muttered while mixing it with the spoon, “saying like we did something…”

“so you dont remember what you asked me last night? whoa… you really cant drink alcohol”

“what i asked you…?” you tried your best to remember about the night before. a few memories started to come together and your jaw started to slowly drop as you remembered the stupid answers you gave to his questions and the even more stupid question you asked him. you hid your mouth with your hand and looked at joshua in complete shock.

“looks like someone remembers now” he said with a smirk on his face, crossing his arms as he leaned on the kitchen counter. “i-uh…”

“was it true or just drunk words?”

“why do you wanna know?” you raised your eyebrow. you were getting defensive because you didnt know what to answer. would he dump you? would your friendship with him be ruined because of your feelings?

joshua tilted his head and smiled gently, “i think i deserve to know, dont i?”. you scoffed while looking away before looking back at you, “maybe it was true, so what? huh? its not like im gonna chase you or try to make you fall in love with me or some shit like that!”

he just let out a calm sigh and took the bowl of soup away from you. “hey! if you dont feel the same just say it, you dont have to take my food away!”

“get your coat”

“woah-“ you scoffed, feeling offended, “youre kicking me out? is that it?”

“nope, im going to take you on a date. your feelings are reciprocated and as a late birthday gift we’ll be enjoying a really good time together. and who knows, maybe in three months you wont have to pretend to not like to see me shirtless anymore”

you rolled your eyes, not being able to hold back your smile. you grabbed your coat and ran to him, interlocking your arm with his. “that sounds good, i like it. and just to let you know, i never said i dont like to see you shirtless” he chuckled as he opened the front door, “i know. but its nice to tease you”

you playfully hit his arm and he laughed. “lets go?”

“lets go.”

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sctoru · 3 months ago

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Love For You <3

“You know im not able to control my love for you. Love for you, ooh-ah, ooh-ah”

summary: in which the bllk boys reacts to you biting their cheek bcs its definitely smth i'd do tbh 😻

fandom: blue lock

warning(s): swearing, grammar errors(?), very light suggestive (nothing too smutty or whatever), shidou being shidou but js pure fluff!!

characters: Isagi, Bachira, Nagi, Shidou, Sae & Rin (im too tired typing to add more, im sorry, my loves 😭)

Isagi Yoichi

Honestly, he's so sweet, ion see him being bothered if you bite his cheek (i love isagi, he's so underrated 😔)

He had just finished showering after an intense football training and you happen to come swing by his house because you missed him.

You are now cuddled up with him on the couch while watching a movie, as he was so focused on the movie. You cant help but to just stare at him from moment to moment, admiring his existence.

"What's wrong? Is something on my face?" he finally turned to you with a small worried look and you just chuckled lightly.

"No, there's nothing wrong" you giggle it off, but despite you saying that, he can still feel your stare.

"Hey y/n—" before he could even finish his sentence, your teeth found his soft cheek and gently bit the flesh and bro just sat there frozen lmao. Despite how smart he is, he cant figure out what is happening.

You then leaned away from his cheek. "I-im sorry babe! you're just so loveable that i have to bite you!" you chuckled lightly, starting to think that maybe you've gone too far this time but Isagi just laughed it off.

"Should've just told me, no wonder why you've been staring at me" he chuckled lightly before patting your head (BRO'S JS THE CUTEST OMG UGH).

The two of you would share glances before eventually laughing together and he'll pull you into his embrace more.

He lets you bite his cheek again.

Bachira Meguru

He's so playful about it, you cant tell me otherwise 😭😭

Since Bachira is always so playful, this time, you think to yourself that you should be the one being playful.

So here you are on the same bed as your boyfriend who is having his 5th sleep of the day. Since he sleeps so much, you figured that you should try to wake him up.

Bachira was sleeping peacefully, his face looking towards the ceiling, his eyes closed and mouth gaped a little. You giggled to yourself before cuddling up to him, your head leaned towards his cheek. He let out a soft unaudible mumble.

"Bachira, you've been sleeping all day!" You whined lightly with a small pout and you may think that bro would only mumble but bro did a whole 180 turn, his back facing you 😭

"Later, Y/n" he mumbled with a sleepy tone and you whined.

"Bachiraaa" you tried to shake him gently to wake him up but of course this method would not work on that man.

You pouted again but an idea came up to your head. You leaned your face towards his cheek, you gave his cheek a small peck before eventually sinking your teeth onto the flesh of his cheek gently, biting it repeatedly but not with the intent to hurt.

"Y-Y/n??" He would mumble before his eyes finally jolt open to see you biting his cheek. he cant help but to let out a wide smile before you pulled away.

"You gotta wake up!" you crossed your arms while Bachira whined, "Hey that's not nice to disturb someone's beauty sleep!" He pouted and you cant help but to let out a small chuckle.

"Then stop sleeping" you stuck your tongue out at him and looked away. You hear him chuckling before suddenly he jumped on to you.

"B-bachira?!" you yelped lightly as you were trapped between his arms. "What were you doing earlier? I should do it to you as well!" he laughed lightly before leaning in to bite your cheek gently.

"Wait— Bachira, it tickles!!" you laughed and he hid a small chuckle.

The cheek biting ended up being a habit of you two.

Nagi Seishiro

At this point, you had to do it to get his attention from his intense gaming like cmon now

This guy has been playing nonstop, ALL DAY. That's the thing you have to put up with when you're dating him. His intense obsession with his games.

"Nagiiii" you'd whined at him as he was playing with his xbox and with his gaming headphones on. Hells, he didnt even heard your whine 😭

You pouted as your boyfriend kept clicking with his controller, he was playing fortnite...AGAIN.

You sighed to yourself as you scooted closer to him, leaning your head onto his shoulder. When he felt something on his shoulder, finally his eyes flickered onto you for a sec.

"What is it, Y/n?" he asks, his voice was low, smooth and gentle with a hint of his lazy tone. You only snuggled onto his shoulder and murmured, "Nothing..."

It was pure silence for a moment before you looked at him and something in you wanted to do something crazy like...randomly biting his cheek. You just love him so much, you cant help it.

As he was mumbling to himself, you leaned onto his cheek and gave a soft bite, your teeth sinking onto his cheek and he remained still for a second before he placed down his controller, you immediately pulled away. Scared that he's annoyed

He took of his headphones before looking at you, "You need my attention, baby?" He asks softly and you cant help but to form a smile on your lips with a small nod.

Bro ended up taking a break playing his xbox to cuddle with you.

"You should bite my cheek again if i've played too much and you feel neglected."

Shidou Ryousei

Ong, would be the freakiest about it. Bro would be sooo into it 😭

You're just bored atp. Your boyfriend has been binge watching football videos nonstop and is so hooked about it.

You were sat on the bed next to him, his laptop on his lap as you both watched random football videos that could get him "entertained".

Its not that you hate football but its been HOURS and its getting boring..so..you had many thoughts in mind since you're bored while your boyfriend was grinning creepily while looking at the screen.

"Damn, if i see that goal in real life, would've busted like crazy!" He said clearly with amusement, and whenever you see him in this state..you sometimes think to yourself that maybe your boyfriend was also into men (but that's a talk for another day 😝).

As he was watching intensely, you were crazy with boredom. It started with you playing with his hair then his neck, tracing lines on his neck then eventually out of sudden reflex you leaned in to sink your teeth into the flesh of his cheek. Of course it was not a hard bite but a light one.

When i tell you bro immediately closed his laptop...HE DID 😭.

"Babe, didn't knew you were into that too! 😈" He would say as he turned his attention to you. "Shidou, i did that just to get you off that laptop", you would chuckle at him.

"But that felt good, i could feel it rush to my veins!—"

"Shidou, dont get me started"

He would ask you to do it more (during the deed too....)

Sae Itoshi

He wouldn't even let you do it at first tbh 🙂‍↕️ cuz bro is so protective of his skin...like he has a ton of skincare for his face in his bathroom

You two are in the car, both of you are in the passenger seat while his driver is the one driving and he was taking a call.

You were beside him, giving him few glances while he was calling. You just cant help but to admire the famous midfielder you're dating, he's just perfect. Perfect and beautiful.

While he was calling, you were fidgeting your fingers, you just love him so much to the point you have a random thought to bite his cheek and you know yourself that it's crucial to do such thing.

But well..you just love him so much, you cant help but to risk it (i would too 😔).

You leaned in lightly but before you can even sink your teeth, he paused and placed his free hand on your face. Stopping you from going even further.

"I'll hang up." he said with his usual cold tone towards his phone before he closed his phone and turned to you. "What are you even trying to do?" he sighs lightly, his cold eyes stared deeply into yours but there was no hint of anger or annoyance, just pure confusion.

You cant help but to get embarrassed by his question. "N-nothing! J-just forget it!" you stuttered. "I was trying to...um...bite your cheek..." you muttered and when you said your reason, he was just silent and looked at you like "🤨😟".

"You are just so perfect and i love you so much so i cant help it!" you tried to defend yourself despite the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment took over you. He just stared at you again before taking a deep breath.

"As long as you dont get your saliva on my cheek, its fine" he sighed as he looked away, looking towards the window of the car. You squealed in happiness at his words.

He defo has a soft spot for you.

He'd allow you to bite his cheek in private.

Rin Itoshi

Acts like he's annoyed but is secretly ok with it 😭

So...it all started with you trying to explore more with this guy. And you are trying to show him more depth of your affection by...biting..

This man is always about football, so once he is done with his training and headed to your house to hang out a bit, you are excited.

"Im here" he would walk in and place away his shoes, "I need a damn shower" he sighed lightly as he looked at you.

"Yeah. you can use my shower" you would say as you walked closer to him, he'd let you give him a peck on the lips for a greeting.

But after the small peck, his eyes widened when he felt your teeth sank into his cheek gently. Realising he wenr stoic, you pulled away after a few seconds. His eyes would look at yours.

"What the fuck?" He'd ask out of small confusion and a slight teenie weenie annoyance and you'd raise your eyebrows at him.

"What? i cant show more in-depth of my love for my boyfriend?" you'd scoff lightly, hiding a small smile.

"By biting?" he asks. This man would be slightly so diva about it tbh 😭.

"Yes?? so what? got a problem?" you'd raise your eyebrows at him while he gave you a aide eye as if you had just committed a crime against him.

He'd mumble something unaudible before he sighed. "Whatever..do what you want. Im going to shower" he'd try to brush it off as he went past you to use your shower.

He'll get used to it.

A/N: hey so..its been a while and yes im alive!! 😍 This is my first post in a while and im sorry for being gone for too long, im so busyyy. I promise to try to upload any time i can but for the moment im giving you guys this post! So sorry for any grammar mistakes or if it's bad :( enjoy!!!

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #nagi x reader #shidou x reader #sae itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x reader #fluff!#Spotify

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