#he was thinking about putting buck in his will right that instant

[housewifebuck]

I'll never understand how they moved on as normal after "there's nobody in this WORLD I trust with my son more" and "do you know how much christopher misses you?" and "if I die you become christopher's legal guardian". (gif set idea maybe?) eddie is always using chris to tell buck he loves him, it's time for a real I love you or I will start yelling at someone

making this gif set POSTHASTE!!!

[gregoftom]

mannnn who up tearing up over the sticker scene

[wrioluvr]

dr ratio x top male reader

this idea came to me in a dream..... dr ratio it seems i've grown quite fond of you. nsfw, gets wholesome at the end

"see, dear, if you insert your cock in me at exactly 67 degrees to the right, we'll both feel the maximum amount of pleasure." dr ratio says confidently as he precisely adjusts your tip at his entrance to his desired position. "are... are you sure?" you can't help but stare incredulously as he treats your cock like it's a mathematical instrument. "don't be silly. i'm always right." lying beneath you, he finally finishes calibrating the angle he wants you to fuck him in. "okay. put it in me now!" he declares triumphantly, clearly proud of his own work. you can't help but shake your head fondly at his antics, his dedication to using his intelligence to "optimise" every situation was rather.... silly sometimes. nevertheless, you push into him slowly, enjoying the sound of him trying the stifle his moan at the feeling of your cock stretching his tight walls. "s-see. i told you so- mmph." his pride meant he'd completely deny this in front of anyone else, the way you'd fucked him like a whore, thrusting in and out of him at "the optimal speed" (according to him), but in private, you were the only one who he wanted to please. increasing your speed of your thrusts without warning, you can't help but smirk at the way he bucks his hips into you, legs shaking and hole clenching even tighter. "you idiot! i told you to follow the speed-" he starts to protest, but he's quickly quietened by your hand over his mouth as you lean forward and whisper lowly to his ear. "you talk too much, baby." he shudders at your words. "need some....stern teaching?" despite the intimacy of the situation, you have to try not to laugh as you repurpose the conversation you had a few days ago to rile him up. hearing you use his own words to tease him, he glares at you, but can't get any words out as his mind is so focused on being pummelled by your cock. it's so pathetic, he thinks to himself. usually his brain is so busy, endlessly pondering, but now he can't think of anything but the way you're fucking him. "shit...i'm gonna cum..." you breathe out as you hold his hips, almost reaching your limit. "do it in me." he says sharply, his attitude coming back in an instant. you have no choice but to oblige, pumping him full as the both of you climax. the two of you collapse onto the bed, a heap of sweaty bodies and unspoken affections. you lie on his chest as he strokes your hair, trying to catch your breath. "well done. plus 10 points." "what the fuck are you saying??" you laugh as you throw the pillow at him. "nothing... just talking to myself." "weirdo."

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"you know, you might be an idiot, but you're my idiot." he suddenly says, looking back as you soap his hair in your shared bath, cleaning up from your intense session earlier. his words carry a level of warmth to them despite their bluntness, a warmth he'd never give to anyone else. "stop calling me an idiot." you pout, leaning forward to smack him on the head playfully. "i'm serious! don't worry your pretty head about anything, i can do more than enough thinking for the both of us." you place your arms around him and hug him from the back in a tight embrace, the warm water surrounding you only adding to the romantic atmopshere. "whatever you say, veritas." ♡

omg i based his personality completely off his leaked voicelines and tried to incorporate some of them here hfgdhgd

[mysicklove]

𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓'𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖!

cw: sub! denki kaminari, gn! reader, toy use: bullet vibrator, nipple clamps, fleshlight. kinda heavy bondage (he is tied to chair lol), sadistic reader!!, denki being the biggest dork at the end, unedited (for now?) and POORLY WRITTEN lolol

wc: 1.8k

a/n: well @sorrowfulrosebud this was supposed to be a drabble. oopsies. everyone dont yell at me for writing this instead of kinktober IM SORRY. ALSO denki is a little silly at the end, I hope it doesn't ruin the mood for you guys :/ he is just such a nerd to me.

“No. No. Nonononono!” The blonde squeals, squirming in his chair. His legs try to kick up, causing his thighs to pull at the restraints.

You frown at him but ignore his plea, snapping the nipple clams onto the first nipple. He jumps in his chair and he lets out a yelp, muffling the sounds of the vibrator. “Don’t “no” me, you were the one to beg for this.”

In an instant, Denki’s face shifts into a wicked grin, and you roll your eyes. “You know I like to put on a show,” he purrs, “makes it more kinky, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, yeah, you sick pervert.” You use the remote to turn up the vibrator logged inside him a setting higher, and the blonde gulps, letting about a small mewl. Then, you clamp the metal onto his other nipple, forcing another pained noise out from his mouth.

“Ow! Ow!” He screeches, twisting from left to right in his red rope bindings. “It still hurts! Y-You got to be gentle with me!”

You reach for his thigh, giving him a teasing slap. “Quit that. Gentle with you? You would throw a hissy fit if I was.”

He remains quiet at that, agreeing with you, and the action makes you grin. You grab the fleshlight and begin to pour a copious amount of lube onto it while Denki squirms in his chair, excited for what’s to come. The bullet vibrator placed meticulously on his prostate was sending his head spinning, but to add something around his cock too? He was already daydreaming about how hard he is about to orgasm.

In one quick motion, you slide the entire thing down his length. His reaction is immediate; his back arches and he let out a moan. “There ya go,” You hum, “You like that, don't you baby?”

You don’t ease into it, knowing he will complain if you do. So, instead you set a ruthless pace and Kamari already feels himself begin to drool. His eyes roll back and he begins to hump into the toy, not caring that his hips were basically strapped down into the chair. “Y-Yeah. Can you…Vibrator?”

You smile at the boy, nodding to him before reaching over and clicking the button onto the highest setting. He groans out, a lazy smile plastered on his face. “Fuck yeah. Fuck, this is heaven, ‘s got to be.”

You scoff at him, trying not to roll your eyes. He was always the dramatic type, trying to find the most creative ways to show his love for what you do to him. It was cute though, so you didn’t mind too much.

His hips continue to buck into the fleshlight, and his ass lifts slightly up the chair, going against the binds to try and reach it better. The vibrator in him makes a loud buzzing noise and every once in awhile he stops his desperate humping to try and push back into it.

The noises he let's out are loud, high in pitch, as if he was trying to tell everyone around him how good he was feeling. It makes you wonder if you want to put a gag on him, but be always gets so pouty after you do, and you didn't know if you want to deal with that. So, you let the neighbors hear his cries — it was better than the annoying sound of the vibrator, to you and Denki at least.

Eventually his hips start to thrust up too high, and the rope begins to rub against his thigh. He was going to hurt himself at this rate, and that's the last thing you guys needed. You rest your hands on his thigh, pushing him down against the chair. “Kaminari, relax, it's not going anywhere. You don't gotta chase the toy.”

He shakes his head, continuing to try and buck upward. His eyes are furrowed shut and his face is contorted in a frown. “Can't help it. Love it, s-so much!”

You yank the toy away and Denki lets out a noise akin to a puppy yelping in pain, which causes you to roll your eyes. “No. Please no! I'm sorry I'm sorry ill relax. Don't take it away, I can't cum without it! I'll be good, a good boy for you I promise!”

Your face heats up at his lewd words and you pause for a second. His cock twitches from the coolness of the air, and you watch as a glob of pre drops onto the chair. He whines, and squirms in his confinement.

Then, you gulp and sigh, rubbing your hands on his thighs that are trying their best to stay planted on the chair. “It's alright, I'm not stopping,” you murmur, sliding the fleshlight onto his cock with a satisfying squelch. He cries out, and the noise loudness of the sound startled you. Your eyes flicker to his now glassy ones. “Fuck, Kaminari, you sound straight up out of a bad porno, you know that?” You say, breathless, and fixed solely on his face.

Sweat beads at his temples, and his lip trembles. His cheeks flush red and he shakes his head back and forth. The pale legs tremble in his seat but he doesn't buck upward, instead waiting for you to cover his cock. It's agonizing to him, and he wants nothing more than to fuck it, but he remains seated, instead choosing to push himself back into the bullet vibrator.

Your hands reach up to play with the chain and Kaminari let’s out a hiss, but doesn’t oppose it. The nipples have become slightly swollen from the clamp, and it causes you to frown. “Poor thing, look how red they are.”

A meek grin pulls at his face. “Y-You like it though, yeah?”

“I do. They are so cute like this,” You nod, slightly pulling on the metal, and tearing another whimper from his mouth. Your hand continues their quick motions and his moans begin to get louder. His hips begin to buck up again.

“Kaminari,” You warn sharply and he immediately presses his ass back into the chair with a short apology. You place your hand onto his face, your own apology, but for the harshness of your tone. He nuzzles into it, rubbing his cheek into your palm. “Good boy.”

He nods his head, buzzing at the praise. Drool begins to bead at the corner of his lips, and his eyes begin to get cloudy. He finds himself chanting out curse words and melting into the chair. With every stroke of the toy, every sound of the liquid gliding across his dick, he feels himself inch toward his high. The blonde's hands clench and unclench, and he mewls. “I need to cum. P-Please?”

The vibrator continues to target his sweet spot and it sends him shivering, not knowing if he should focus on the buzzing sensation or the one wrapped around his cock. But, you pull on the chain again, answering his question for him. His back arches and he cries out from the pain of his nipples being tugged uncomfortably outward.

“Yeah? That was quick, little embarrassing, don’t you think babe?”

He pouts at you, and tears begin to tumble down his cheeks. “Shut up!”.

You ignore him, instead choosing to rest your cheek on his thigh, now kneeling in front of the chair, and blinking up at him.

“‘s nothing to be embarrassed bout. I think it’s cute that you last as long as a virgin,” You coo, eyes flickering to the flesh light that keeps hiding his dick from you.

Denki shakes his head from side to side, whining at you, and beginning to sniffle from the tears. “Y-You just don’t understand,” he warbles and you raise your eyebrows. “Don’t even know what to focus on. Gonna cum, I can’t. I-I—Please!”

You smile at him, standing up again and resting your arm on the back of his chair. It creates a shadow over his body, and it makes the boy feel strangely small compared to you. He doesn’t complain.

One hand continues to stroke him, and the other plays with the chain on his chest. You pause for a moment, creating an air of dramatics, and Denki let’s out a small whine in complaint. “Alright, you can cum. I guess I don’t mind.”

He nods his head eagerly, blinking up at you with wet eyes. Then, you watch his body go rigid and his face scrunch up. Denki curses out, and you wait a moment before you grab at the chain and rip it off of his nipples.

It sends a burning pain down his and entire back and the blondes eyes widen, shocked by your actions. He borderline screams and it sends a full shiver down your spine. “Ow! Ow! Fuck. Fuck. Ow!”

But it doesn’t ruin his orgasm, in fact, it may have made it stronger. The blonde cums into the fleshlight and you watch as it drips down his cock, staining it a milky shade of white. He moans are high in pitch, and they seem to echo off of the walls from how loud they are. But they were always like this when he orgasms, so you weren’t surprised by it.

It lasts about 20 seconds total, and eventually, he slumps against the chair. You turn off the vibrator quickly, not wanting to overstimulate him just yet and pull off the fleshlight. The remaining of his cum drips from the toy and onto the tip of Kaminari’s cock. He doesn’t even spare it a glance.

Instead, he looks toward you, tongue out and licking at the excess drool left behind on his lips and chin. He pulls at the restraints, but doesn’t really put any effort to get out; it was more of just a test of whether he could get out. When satisfied by the results, he nods to himself, before turning to you. He cocks his head to the side.

“Soooooooo,” He announces loud and proud, contrasting his earlier pathetic pleas. You sigh to yourself, already knowing something ridiculous is to come from the way he is grinning at you. When Denki sees you playing along, he dramatically clears his throat. “Who’s the next star on tonight’s game show?” The voice is loud, mimicking every classic game show host. “Will it be, contestant number one, the dildo? Contestant number two, the vibrating wand? Orrrrrr the fan favorite, all-time champion, most beloved—“

You hold up two items you grabbed from the box placed neck to you and cock your head to the side. “Ball gag and cock ring?”

Denki's eyes widen, and he smiles anxiously at you. He should have known that you were going to play along with his antics, and the results were never fun. His voice is higher in pitch, and his eyes never leave the items in your hand as if terrified by them.

“W-We will find out after this s-short break, folks.” You borderline pounce on him.

[fatecantstopme]

The Wink

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Bucky reveals how he really feels about you through a series of winks and an answer to a question you never wanted to ask.

Warnings: SMUT, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V). Aftercare. Small bits of fluff. Slight body issues (Bucky hates his scars). Feelings about being used for sex. Use of pet names.

"You're an idiot," you said with a laugh.

"Maybe, but this was entirely your idea."

You smacked his arm and rolled your eyes. "It was your idea, James."

He cocked his head to the side as if he was deciding if he agreed with you or not. He took another swig of his beer and shrugged. "It's possible that you're right." He held up a dart and shook it in front of you. "So you gonna take the bet or not?"

You grabbed the dart from his hand and grinned. "You're still an idiot." You threw the dart and it hit the board with expert precision. "Are you sure you wanna take the bet?" you teased.

Hr grinned and stepped forward, throwing his own dart at the board. It was an instant bullseye. "Oh doll, I'm gonna win this one." He winked as he teased you.

You groaned, knowing you were probably going to regret this later. You threw the dart again, aim pretty good, but certainly not a bullseye. "Shit."

Bucky threw his bullseye a second time. He turned to look at you, shooting you a wink as he grabbed his drink. "Your turn, doll."

"You can't win, Barnes."

"I'm pretty sure the game is mine, sweets."

You bit your lip and turned to face the board again. You knew that losing wasn't an option. You took a deep breath and threw your last dart, sinking it right in the bullseye. "Yes!!"

Bucky smiled and threw his last dart. "Ooo, bullseye number three, doll. Looks like I win." He winked at you again before setting his drink down and leaning closer to you. "So now you have to answer my question."

"What was your question again?" you asked in a light tone, trying to give yourself more time to formulate a better answer.

"If you could only save one person's life on the team, who would you choose?"

It was the question you never wanted to think about, let alone answer. If it came down to it, who would you pick? Whose life did you value more? Could you even pick between your teammates--your friends? Hell, every single one of them was more like family...how could you pick one family member to save?

The problem is, you knew your answer. You knew it from the moment Bucky had first asked the question 20 minutes prior. You'd refused to answer, thinking he would just let it go, but you should have known better. Instead, he made a wager...putting the answer to his question on a game darts. A game you had lost.

You could answer him honestly, but that terrified you beyond belief. You could lie to him instead, but that had its own risks. It was a rock and a hard place scenario and he knew he had you.

"I can't choose, Buck," you complained.

"It's hypothetical!"

"I know, but I love all of you. How could I possibly choose?"

"I chose," he said simply.

Your mind wandered back to a mission from three weeks before. The mission where Bucky had saved your life...

The room suddenly lit up, the muzzle of a gun flashing brightly as a bullet shot from it. The gun was pointed at you and you knew you were about to die. You could practically feel the end racing towards you at the speed of a bullet. You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the pain, but it never came. Your eyes opened to a scene you'd never imagined seeing.

Bucky stood in front of you, his gun firing off a round as he dropped to his knees. His bullet hit his target, killing the Hydra agent instantly. When Bucky hit the ground, you hit it with him, coming to his front to assess the damage.

"Bucky!" your eyes scanned his body, panic settling into your chest. He was bleeding, but he looked alright.

"I'm fine, doll. It's just a shoulder wound."

"Why'd you do that? Why'd you jump in front of me?"

"Because you wouldn't have survived it. And I couldn't live with that," he said softly.

He wasn't wrong. That bullet would have killed you. While it only pierced his shoulder, it would have hit you directly in the head, killing you instantly.

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Anything for you, doll," he said with a wink.

Back in the present, you shook your head, clearing the memories from your mind. "That's not the same, Buck. I'd die for any one of you. That's much different than picking which one of you to save."

He shook his head. "You didn't see the whole thing. I didn't just save your life, I chose yours over Sam's."

You froze, trying to picture the moments before the gun went off, but the room had been so dark...you hadn't even seen Sam. "Sam's fine, though."

"Sam was fighting another Hydra agent when that one squared up with you. I saw him raise the gun at the same moment I saw Sam get pulled into a choke hold with a knife to his throat. I chose to save you."

You were silent, allowing his words to sink in. "I--I didn't know that. Sam never said anything."

"Sam got away moments later, so he never had a reason to bring it up."

"You just acted on instinct though."

"Perhaps, but I knew I would save you if it came down to it. I'd always choose you." He smiled and shot you another wink. It was the third one this evening alone and you were starting to wonder if they meant more than you'd originally thought.

Bucky was always winking at you. Sometimes jokingly, sometimes in a flirtatious manner, and sometimes even in a serious moment. They always made your heart flutter, but you didn't think they meant anything to him. Bucky was flirty, but he'd never made a move, so you assumed he wasn't interested.

"You still haven't answered my question, doll, and you do owe me an answer."

You took a deep breath and sighed. "Fine. I'd pick you, alright?" you said with a huff.

He looked surprised, but unconvinced. "Why? Because I picked you?"

You groaned, deciding to lay your cards out on the table, come what may. "No you idiot. Your stupid face popped into my head the moment you asked me the question, okay? I knew I'd pick you."

"Then why didn't you answer it the first time?"

"Because!"

"That's not an answer."

"Ugh!" You sighed again. "I didn't say it because I didn't want to explain why it was you."

Bucky looked at you strangely. "You're not gonna make me ask, are you?"

"Damnit, James," you groaned. "I can't live without you, okay? There's no world worth being in if you're not in it."

You couldn't believe you'd just said that out loud, but here you were, heart laid bare, in the awkwardly quiet compound game room.

Bucky didn't say a word, but he wasn't speechless. He was simply contemplating his next move, weighing the consequences of his actions before he made them.

After a few more painfully silent moments, he grumbled "Fuck it," before crossing the short distance between you two and pressing his lips to yours in a frantic, yet passionate kiss.

You were surprised by the suddenness of his actions, but you melted into him without a second thought. The kiss was infinitely better than you had imagined, and you had done quite a lot of imagining.

When Bucky's lips left yours, you whined slightly, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you again.

"Sorry, doll. I've wanted to do that for ages."

"Well what you took you so long?" you asked.

He raised his eyebrows. "I wasn't sure you wanted me to. You never said anything either, you know. At least I dropped hints."

You rolled your eyes. "Can you please just kiss me again?"

He grinned and leaned back into you, mouth encompassing yours instantly. He loved the taste of your lips, the feeling of your tongue fighting against his, the way you gripped his arms like you were terrified he was going to disappear.

Bucky pulled away once more, the action almost painful. "Should we move this to my room? Anyone could see us here."

"Bit presumptuous of you, James," you teased.

He started to back peddle, a look of panic crossing his features. "Oh, I--uh--I didn't mean--"

You laughed. "I was teasing you, handsome. I'd love to move this elsewhere."

He relaxed, exhaling long and slow. "Thank god." He grabbed your hand and practically dragged you towards the elevator. "Come on."

"Buck, my legs are a lot shorter than yours, so can you slow down a little?" you asked as you jogged after him.

"Sorry, sweets." He turned towards you and scooped you up with ease before continuing to the elevator.

"What are you doing?"

"It's faster if I just carry you."

"Are we in a rush?"

He gave you an unreadable look. "Let's just say I've wanted you for so long that I actually might not be able to contain myself for much longer."

You smirked. "So you're gonna take me right here in this elevator?"

His eyes darkened. "Don't tempt me, baby, because I will."

You blushed. "I wouldn't say no..."

He looked like he was considering it for a moment before shaking his head to clear his dirty mind. "No, no. Our first time needs to be in a bed, where I can attend to your every need, not some dirty elevator."

You'd be lying if you said that the idea of him attending to your every need wasn't sexy as hell. The image of him on his knees for you sent a wave of pleasure straight to your core.

Bucky inhaled deeply and a low growl escaped his throat. "Fuck, you smell good."

You gasped, realizing he could actually smell your arousal...freaking super soldier senses.

The elevator door finally opened and Bucky practically ran towards his room. He pushed his door open and kicked it closed behind him before tossing you on the bed. He stepped away from you and took a few deep breaths.

"Bucky? You okay?" you asked in concern.

"I just need a minute, doll. Need to control myself."

"Why? I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be and you know it," he growled. "I could hurt you and I might if I lose control."

You crawled across the bed towards him, hand reaching out to him. "You're not going to hurt me, Buck. Just come here...please..."

His eyes met yours and you were taken aback by how dark they were. The normally bright blue irises were almost entirely hidden by his pupils, an almost feral look in them. It was an expression that might terrify a lesser woman, but you trusted Bucky with your life. That wasn't going to stop in the bedroom.

"Come here, baby," you whispered gently.

He let you take his arm and pull him towards the bed. He stopped when his legs touched the edge of the mattress. "I wanna be gentle with you, doll. Treat you right."

You cocked your head to the side as you took him in. "While I love that sentiment, Bucky, I don't need that. I need you and I'll take you in whatever form you come."

He groaned. "You're amazing."

You grinned. "Oh baby, you ain't seen nothing yet." You shot him a wink to emphasize your statement and he practically jumped on top of you, earning a squeal of delight from you.

He pinned you to the bed and started kissing you again as his hands began to undress you. His hands were fumbling with your shirt and he groaned in frustration before simply ripping it in two.

"Bucky!"

"I'm sorry, I'll buy you three to replace it," he mumbled, reattaching his lips to your skin.

He quickly rid you of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and a bralette that was arguably a little small for your chest.

Bucky sat back to take you in, eyes hungrily dancing across your body. He tapped the fabric between your breasts, "Is this expensive?"

You shook your head. "I have a couple more like it."

"Good," he said as he pulled a knife from his pants and slid it under the fabric, cutting the bralette in two. He cut the straps and tossed the ruined fabric onto the floor along with his blade.

You stared at him in a shocked silence, wetness seeping into your underwear. "That was hot as hell."

He grinned and inhaled deeply. "I can tell you liked it, pretty girl."

He grabbed your underwear and tugged them harshly down your legs. "Holy shit," he murmured, sliding a finger between your folds to collect your juices. "This all for me?"

"All for you, Bucky."

He licked his finger and groaned loudly. "Fuck, baby, you taste even better than I imagined."

He dropped to his stomach between your thighs, spreading your legs as wide as he could. He didn't bother to tease you, just dove right in, devouring you with a kind of hunger you'd never experienced.

You were a moaning mess in minutes, begging him not to stop, a plea he took to heart. When your orgasm hit, he worked you through it, never stopping to even take a breath.

You tugged on his hair and whimpered, but he kept going, needing to taste you for a little while longer. He wanted to feel you explode on his tongue again and again and again until you couldn't take it anymore.

"Bucky--I'm so close, please," you gasped.

He dug his fingers into your hips and kept your pussy tight to his face, not letting you squirm away.

Moments later you came with a cry of his name, waves of pleasure making your hips buck against his face. He worked you through it, only stopping when you begged him to give you a break.

He lifted his head, giving you a view of his slick covered beard. "I could eat that pretty pussy all day long, baby." He licked his lips. "Tastes so damn good."

You whimpered softly and reached for him, wanting to kiss him again. He wiped his face on his shirt before tugging it off over his head and lowering his body back down to yours. You held him close as you kissed him, fingers lightly tracing the scars on his left shoulder.

You felt his body stiffen under your hands and you pulled away to look at him. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," he murmured.

"Hey," you said softly, grabbing his chin to force him to look at you. "Talk to me."

He sighed heavily. "I'm just not used to anyone touching my scars."

"Oh," you said in surprise, pulling your hand away from him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Shit--no, that's not what I meant. Most women tend to avoid them. I know they're not pretty to look at."

"I think they're beautiful."

He looked at you as if you were insane.

"I'm serious, Bucky. Each one tells a unique story of your life. They're a part of you and that makes them beautiful to me."

His eyes softened and you could have sworn you saw the ghost of a tear slide down his cheek. "I don't deserve you," he whispered.

"Oh hush. That's not for you to decide." You hooked your leg around his hips and flipped him over with surprising ease. "If we had more time, I'd kiss every single one of your scars until you believed me, but we don't."

His eyes widened. "Are we in a rush, baby?" he teased, echoing your earlier statement.

You grinned. "If I don't get your cock in me soon, I may never recover."

"We can't let that happen, so we better get to it."

He helped you remove his pants, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. His bulge was massive and your mouth was watering in anticipation. You gripped the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down slowly, allowing his cock to spring free.

You inhaled sharply as you took in the massive erection before you, a slight panic settling into your bones at the thought of having something that large inside of you.

As if he sensed your panic, Bucky chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry, baby. It'll fit."

"I don't think so."

He grinned. "We'll make it fit."

You looked up at him with what you hoped was a neutral expression. Concern immediately clouded his face, so you knew you'd failed miserably.

"Hey doll, it's okay. I'll go nice and slow, alright? I'll be gentle."

You nodded and took a deep breath. You positioned yourself directly above his painfully erect cock and began to lower yourself down very slowly.

Bucky gripped your hips tightly, making sure to guide you as slowly as he could manage. You both moaned as he began to enter you, the stretch causing you to dig your nails into his chest.

"I've got you," he whispered.

You tried to lower yourself further, but Bucky's grip on your hips kept you from moving. He meant it when he said he wanted to be as gentle as possible.

"I can take it, Buck. Let me try," you murmured.

He looked at you and nodded slowly, not looking entirely convinced, but he loosened his grip on your hips, allowing you to take control.

You took a deep breath, deciding to handle this like removing a band-aid--just get it over with. You sat down on top of him, sheathing his entire cock within your tight walls.

You cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, body stretched in ways it had never been stretched before.

Bucky groaned loudly, almost covering your cry. He looked at you with wide eyes, checking to see if you were okay.

Your body was acclimating to his size and you were becoming desperate the longer he remained still. "Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"What do you need, baby?"

"I need you to fuck me--please."

He gripped your hips again and started to move slowly, letting you match his pace.

"I'm not made of glass," you grumbled.

He looked up at you in surprise. "What?"

"You're not going to break me, Bucky. I want you to fuck me until I can't walk, understand?"

He nodded rapidly, eyes darkening once more. "Are you sure?"

"Fuck. Me. Now." you demanded.

He wasn't going to deny you such a request. He shifted his body, planted his feet on the bed, and began to piston up into you with speed and force.

"Fuck!" you gasped, the pleasure slamming into you like a freight train.

"You're so tight, doll. Feels so good wrapped around my cock."

Bucky was giving you exactly what you'd asked for and you loved it. The tip of his cock brushed your cervix with every thrust, the whisper of pain only adding to your enjoyment.

"Squeezing me so tight, baby. You gonna cum for me? Gonna make a mess on my cock?"

You whimpered and nodded rapidly, your third orgasm of the night creeping up on you. "Feels so good, Buck."

"I know, baby. It's like heaven--could stay here forever."

Your fingernails were digging crescent shapes into his chest as you clung to him, unable to do anything more than moan and gasp his name. "Please," you whimpered.

He knew exactly what you were asking for, so he didn't slow down or alter his movements. He continued to pound into you until you came with a cry of his name, pussy pulsating around his cock.

"Fuck!" he gasped. "Fuck--baby--shit, you've gotta stop that or I'm not gonna last."

"Can't help it," you mumbled. "Feels so good."

"I know pretty girl." He pulled you down to his chest and held on tightly as he flipped you onto your back, allowing him to get a better angle.

By this stage, your body was hyper-sensitive and you could feel every single movement he made.

His hips began to move again and his fingers caressed every part of you he could reach. He pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he fucked you. "Can you give me one more, sweets?"

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

"You sure, doll? I think my pussy can do it." He changed his angle, giving him the ability to hit your g-spot with each thrust, as if to punctuate his sentence.

You moaned loudly and clenched tightly around him, eliciting a groan from his lips.

"I think she can give me one more, baby. My pussy--treating me so good--gonna make sure she feels good too."

You moaned again, nails clawing at his back as he fucked you.

"Yeah? You like that, huh?" he groaned into your ear. "Who's pussy is this, baby?"

"You--yours," you gasped out.

"That's right, doll. It's mine."

He knew you were getting close, so he slid his left hand down between your bodies, using his finger to gently massage your clit.

"Bucky!" you gasped.

"You gonna cum for me again, sweets?"

"So close," you whispered.

"I know, doll."

Three more thrusts and you were falling into an ocean of pleasure, wave after wave crashing into you. You were barely aware of Bucky chasing his own high, the crest of your pleasure blinding you to anything else.

Bucky came with a low groan of your name, spilling his seed deep within you. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of you, body shaking slightly from the intensity of his orgasm.

You laid like that for several minutes before Bucky finally shifted, rolling off of you and leaving you cold and empty. You reached for him almost instinctively, but he wasn't beside you.

You whimpered softly, looking around the room for him. He appeared from the bathroom holding a washcloth, a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I didn't know where you went," you whispered sheepishly.

He looked sad. "Just wanted to get a nice warm washcloth to clean you up with, doll."

"Oh."

He very gently began to clean you up, hands surprisingly soft. "I've got you, doll. I'm here."

You felt kind of foolish...you were simply used to be treated differently by men. You'd always been the girl they'd fuck and leave, none of them ever stayed long enough to even make sure you'd cum, let alone clean you up after. It was wrong of you to assume that Bucky was the same.

When he was done, he tossed the washcloth to the floor and crawled back into the bed, pulling you into his chest. "Wanna tell me what's wrong, sweets?"

"I'm--I'm just not used to aftercare, that's all. I...I thought you left."

"It's my room," he teased softly, laying a kiss on top of your head. "Besides, I'd much rather hold you after sex than lay in an empty bed."

You looked up at him, taking in his disheveled appearance and eyes so full of love it almost hurt to look at them. "Thank you, Bucky."

His brow furrowed. "For what?"

"For being you," you said simply, placing a soft kiss to the scar on his right shoulder, the one he got from saving your life.

"Anything for you, doll. Anything for you."

[daffi-990]

✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

So instead of working on the WIPs I already have, my brain decided to think up a new one 😅

Current working title is LA Lonely and here is a mood board and a rough little summary:

Buck meets Eddie and they hook up. Buck feels an instant connection but doesn’t pursue it because he’s only good for one night, no one wants him for keeps. Cue him running into Eddie almost everywhere he goes, like the universe keeps putting Eddie in his path. And Eddie is kind and never makes their interactions feel awkward and the way he smiles at Buck has something warm fluttering to life inside him. Eddie eventually asks him out on a proper date and Buck is so confused because no one wants him for more than a fun time. They don’t want to keep him.

(snippet under the cut)

“Buck!”

Buck turns towards the voice calling his name to find none other than Christopher from the class field trip at the station last week walking towards him, red crutches click clacking against the floor.

“Hey Chris! What brings you here? Another school field trip?”

Chris scrunches his face up, looking at Buck like he’s grown a second head.

“It’s Saturday.”

“Right. I knew that, I was just checking to see if you did.” Buck says as he points his finger at Chris causing the boy to giggle.

Buck scoots over on the bench making room for Chris to sit down beside him.

“Are your mum or dad with you?” Buck asks as he scans the room behind them for a frantic parent.

“My mum’s dead.”

Oh. Well. Buck has no idea what to do with that.

“Uh, I’m sorry buddy, that’s uh- that’s rough.” He looks around the room again. “What about your Da-“

“Christopher!”

Buck’s head whips around to find a man striding towards them. As he draws closer, Buck's eyes widen in recognition and disbelief because shit, Buck knows him - has seen him naked, felt his body pressed against his own as the guy shoved his cock so deep inside Buck he swore he could feel it in his throat. The memory of their encounter is still fresh in Buck’s mind a week later because it was that good.

“Dad!” Chris says happily, smiling bright and big and holy fuck his hot hookup who gave him one of the best orgasms of his fucking life has a kid.

And is standing right in from on him.

Buck scrambles to his feet, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck as he smiles nervously at Eddie. “Uh hi.”

Eddie looks shocked to see him but it quickly melts away, his eyes softening. “Buck, hey.” His mouth quirks up in a small smile and Buck remembers exactly why he brought Eddie home last weekend. He’s so fucking pretty

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[hoodie-buck]

you've got game

—idk this silly idea came to me after last nights ep and i just blacked out and wrote whatever this is <33

words: 1.1k | rated: g | read on ao3

They’d been lying there for about ten minutes with nothing said between them. Buck had asked Eddie about Chris and the letter, listening to Eddie work his thoughts out, offering commentary when needed.

The conversation with Chris had devastated both of them, but especially Eddie. With Chris getting older, the difficult questions kept coming. They were both finding them harder to answer.

For the time being, Eddie had settled with the fact that Buck had talked Chris through it and that Chris had eventually read the letter and put the picture of his mom back up. It was a start.

It was a serious matter, one Buck knew Chris wasn’t going to be “over” with a single letter, but it helped; for now.

Even so, Buck couldn’t help the silly little thought that kept creeping in the back of his mind. He let out a little laugh for it, quickly trying to cover it with a cough. Eddie didn’t buy it.

“Care to share?”

Buck cleared his throat as he turned to lay on his back. Eddie laid on his side next to him, facing Buck.

“Nothing. It’s uh, it’s dumb. And probably not uh, not appropriate right now.”

Buck knew if he turned toward Eddie he’d find his boyfriend directing a raised brow his direction. And so, Buck avoided it, turning back onto his side and away from Eddie. Still, Eddie wasn’t having it.

Eddie snuggled up behind him, snaking his arms around Buck as he pulled him in close, nuzzling into him.

“Inappropriate thoughts have never stopped you from sharing before.”

Buck snorted as Eddie squeezed him tighter.

Buck tapped his fingers over Eddie’s, stalling.

“Well it was just, I was kind of—proud.”

“Of what, that I didn’t have a panic attack about the whole thing?”

Buck smiled as he brought one of Eddie’s hands up to pepper kisses over. “Well yes that, but I was thinking more that ya know…our son has game.”

A groan fell out of Eddie and he was turning away and abandoning Buck in an instant. Buck rolled to face Eddie, propping his head up on his arm.

“C’mon babe, he has five different girls going after him? I’m just saying; that’s pretty impressive.”

“You’re insufferable.”

Buck pushed into Eddie’s space, nosing into him.

“I mean, I’m just saying…we know he doesn’t get that from you.”

A playful yet warning pinch came to his side, Buck yelping a little for it as he pushed further into Eddie’s space. He made the smart decision not to say anything further.

Eddie’s arm reached out, his fingers landing on Buck’s hip. His hand fit right into place, molding into Buck.

“I got you, didn’t I?”

Buck was grateful the room was dark enough to hide the flush of his cheeks. Even after all these years, Eddie still had such an effect on him. He hoped that would never change.

Buck slid his hand down to meet Eddie’s and he threaded them together.

“I’m not immune to your charm like the others.”

Eddie snorted. “You just like my ass.”

Buck quickly shifted their positions so he could get his hands on Eddie, practically pulling his boyfriend on top of him. He squeezed Edddie’s ass before kissing him a little filthily.

“Well it is a nice ass. But it’s not why I fell in love with you.”

A smile fell off Eddie’s lips, one he placed to Bucks.

“Then tell me cowboy, what did lure you in?”

Buck preened for the dorky pet name. He brushed his hands up and down Eddie’s arms a little absently as he thought over all the things that made him fall in love with one Eddie Diaz.

“Well, you’re badass under pressure, you let me into your adorable sons life, you always have my back, you’re my best friend, you’re the best dad I know, and you’re probably the most selfless person I’ve met besides my sister. You’re always there when anyone needs you, and adorably afraid of technology. You make me wanna be a better person and you just…well you love me for—me.” Buck squeezed Eddie’s arms before leaning up to kiss him and whispering into him. “And you have a nice ass.”

Eddie rolled his eyes then kissed Buck again, sweet and slow.

“Thank you Buck, for always being there for us. Chris looks up to you; trusts you.” Eddie looked down to him, those browns wide and endearing. “I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Buck smiled up to him while pulling Eddie closer.

“Good thing you’ll never have to find out.”

Their lips met in the middle, soft yet passionate kisses shared between them. They eventually settled back into each other, Buck on his back with Eddie nestled in close.

“You know,” Eddie started, tapping a finger across Bucks bare chest. “I’m pretty proud of you too.”

“Why’s that?” Buck asked, settling further against Eddie.

“Well, I know how badly you wanted to congratulate our kid for being a total ladies man, but you somehow managed to refrain. I know that must’ve been hard for you.”

Buck sighed as he tossed his head back. “God Eds that was so badass of him! I wasn’t meant to be the un-fun parent.”

Buck pouted while Eddie snickered. Eddie sat up to kiss his pout away, Buck easily accepting it.

“You know, I still have pretty good game.”

Eddie raised his brows. “You think so?”

Buck puffed out his chest a bit. “Oh I know so.”

“Prove it,” Eddie challenged, Buck not backing down.

Buck pulled Eddie back against him, wrapping him up tight as he whispered in his ear, sliding his hand down the expanse of Eddie. “So are you just excited about this talk or is that a—“

“Buck—go to bed.”

Buck totally had game, for the record. Eddie was no fun sometimes.

“You didn’t even let me get to the punchline!”

“That’s because I already know it dork. You use it on me all the time.”

Well, when Buck found something good, he stuck with it. Especially at work when it tended to send a blush across Eddie’s cheeks as Eddie gave him a firm yet bothered warning.

“Fine, but I have more, that I will be wooing you with starting tomorrow.”

Eddie chuckled in his hold. “Can’t wait. But just remember, you already have me. I’m all yours Buck.”

He did love the sound of that.

Buck snuggled in closer, Eddie tilting his head up so their lips could meet.

“And I’m all yours.

Just when Buck was finally settled and on the verge of sleep, Eddie’s voice filled the silence.

“You can use your cheesy lines to pick me up any day.”

Buck smiled into him. “Yea, or you know uh, you could-you could use them on me.”

Why did they need game when they had each other?

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[princessamericachavez]

There’s really not much to talk about after Chris brings up Shannon. Buck wants to say something more, to ease the kid’s pain, to reassure him that people who love him won’t always leave, but he’s still a little shaky on that department himself and doesn’t want to be hypocritical about it. So they deflect, change the subject, and a couple minutes later he lets Chris to his homework.

Eddie, of course, was listening. Buck knows. He almost expects to find him waiting by the door as he steps out of the room, but he’s not in the hallway, or in his room. Finally, he finds his best friend standing in the kitchen with a sour look and two unopened beers.

Buck opens one beer with another (a trick he’s used many times to impress dates) and settles for a bottle opener for the second one. Eddie accepts the drink and all but collapses on a seat by the kitchen island.

“He’s mad at her,” Eddie whispers into the bottle’s neck after two long gulps.

Buck tries desperately to find words of comfort but fails once more. His eyes fixate in his own hands instead. Waiting.

“I- I was so angry, too, but I thought maybe he could… I thought I could protect him from it.”

“You’ve done so much for him, for her,” Buck offers. “You’ve kept her memory alive.”

“It’s not enough.”

“It’s better than the alternative, trust me,” he says, thinking of the brother he only just started mourning. “Christopher loves his mom, and he knows she loved him. Even if… if the other stuff hurts, it was also part of her.”

“I don’t want him to judge her harshly.”

“Maybe you couldn’t help it.”

Eddie’s eyes snap towards him, pinning him with something defensive that could be mistaken for anger. But Buck doesn’t let himself flinch away.

“Eddie, Shannon was a person. A whole person. With her… mistakes, too. You can’t really love someone who is just a pretty picture. Chris can’t think his mom was just… just a perfect mom. She was more than that, the way you are more than a perfect dad.”

“In far from perfect,” Eddie scoffs, shaking his head.

“Not arguing with you there,” Buck huffs, teasingly, hoping to ease the tension. “But you’re a pretty damn good one, and you’re doing your best. And that’s what Chris knows, and that’s why he loves you.”

“Shannon was trying her best too.”

“I know. And… I think Chris knows it too. But he also gets to be a little angry about the not so perfect parts.”

Eddie puts the beer down. For an instant, like a flash, Buck is afraid of having pushed too far. Even with all the years and the trust between them, he will never truly shake the fear of one day crossing a line he can’t walk back and lose his best friend like everyone else in his life. But he has grown enough to not let that fear hold him back. Not with Eddie. Never with him.

“I’m kinda lost here, Buck. I feel like I screwed up somehow.”

“You didn’t.”

“How do I fix it.”

“You taught me that’s not always the answer, Eds.”

But Eddie looks at him with those big pleading eyes and, dammit, Buck wants to help him fix this too.

“Okay, so… if Chris was mad at you, what would you do?”

“Give him some time to cool off,” Eddie replies almost immediately. “Then try to talk to him, explain myself, see each other’s side of things.”

“Right,” Buck frowns. “Though I guess that’s…. Not a possibility with Shannon.”

“No,” Eddie rubs a hand over his face, “it’s not. Unless-“

His gesture freezes. He’s had an idea.

“Oh, Buck you’re a genius!”

“I am?”

“Yes! No. Yes… I- okay I think I have an idea. Maybe. I gotta think about it.”

Buck is eager to know the plan, but the way Eddie’s words are bouncing around it makes him feel like it’s a complicated topic. Or at least one his friend isn’t ready to voice yet.

“Well, I’m glad I could be of some help. Since my attempts at keeping Chris from turning into a little Buck 1.0 kinda failed,” he offers instead, as a change of topic.

It works. Eddie startles with a laugh that makes the kitchen feel five times lighter.

“You did alright, Buck. I really appreciate your help.”

And he means it. Buck can tell by the way their eyes meet, with an electric intensity, like they did before at the changing room. The ghost of Eddie’s hand on his shoulder lingers like static over his collarbone.

“Maybe you can ask Marisol to try next. You know, get some female wisdom in there.”

Buck doesn’t know why he says it, wants to kick himself in the teeth immediately, but then Eddie’s reaction fills him with relief. He looks appalled by the idea. Buck tries not to think too hard about why that reactions feels so good, tells himself not to let it go to his head.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he laughs nervously. “I mean, she’s great! But I don’t think we are there yet.”

Yet. Yet, yet, yet. Not yet, but some day. Soon, probably. Buck has been quietly living with that dread for weeks now. Knowing his days of… this are counted. That some day, soon, Eddie will have someone else to rely on for this. That the day is approaching when Eddie will sit him down to talk about his will again, to let him know he’s changed it all over again. For a better choice. A more permanent one.

“Better not to rush into things this time,” Eddie keeps talking.

“Right. Yeah. Yeah… no rush,” Buck barely remembers to smile.

Eddie sighs, takes a sip. Buck mirrors him.

“So, anyway,” Eddie stretches on his chair, “you got time?”

Barely enough.

“Always.”

As much as he has left.

“Cool,” Eddie smiles, “because I do believe I promised Chinese in exchange for this.”

“Really, Eddie, it was no favor. You know I’m happy to help with Chris.”

“I know, I know,” he rolls his eyes, standing up. “Just bare with me, okay? Will make me feel less like a failure tonight.”

“You’re not a failure, Eddie. Don’t say that.”

Eddie pauses on his way out. Puts a hand on Buck’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Buck. Seriously.”

The touch is almost as electric as lightning. Buck ducks his head, feeling his heart stop and restart all over again.

“Anytime, Eddie. Now, about that Chinese…”

“Right, Chinese,” Eddie perks up. “Your usual?”

[moumouton4]

Self Love || Shoto Todoroki

A/n : Prompt 26 of the Smutember 2023 ( It's my first time writing a fic that is not x reader 🍰✨ )

The list of prompts is HERE

Smutember 2023 Masterlist ⚜

Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, mention of reader being Shoto's partner, masturbation, mention of mutual masturbation, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

Masterlist ⚜

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Word count : 863

He usually never lets himself get caught by those types of urges. He always has the upper hand on his feelings but tonight it felt different. He just knew he didn’t need some good old fucking with you, but maybe something a little more personal. It has been a while he thought about this, because when he is with you if he has any desires he’d prefer to address them in your arms.

Though, looking at the digital numbers on the clock and seeing it was about 11 pm he decided he was too lazy to even think about disturbing you at this hour, getting started, doing the do and then shower. He pondered a little and then he decided that a bit of self-love couldn’t hurt.

So once he was dressed in comfortable pajamas he slided under the warm blankets of his bed. Once he was cozy in his bed, his face feeling refreshed from the water he had splattered on it, he let out a little sigh as he closed his eyes. His right hand - the warmer one - traveled languidly to the place he needed it the most. His fingers tracing lazy patterns on the outline, his already straining cock drew under his pants. He felt it a bit through the fabric before gently raising his hips so he would be able to lower his pajama pants and his boxer.

Once free, his member bounced up and stood proud under the covers. He delicately grabbed the base with his right hand and put some pressure on it. He liked to feel himself throb with each beat of his heart, in his hand like this at the mere contact of the heat. But he needed more, he needed release and a quick one. So he brought his other hand - the cooler one - with which he took a hold of the upper part of his erection. His thumb slowly spread the pre cum on the swollen tip. His hips bucked up at his own touch, it was clearly handy to have two modes of temperature within arms reach, the contrast made everything just so much exhilarating. And knowing it has been a while since he last masturbated like this, it just felt perfect.

The hand at the base gingerly started to stroke while the other stayed focused on stimulating the sensitive head. His cock continuously released glistening pre and he couldn’t help but moan softly some curses under his breath “Damn it”

His hands gripped a bit tighter as he started to think about you, maybe you too were touching yourself at the same time. Without losing an instant his rhythm changed and he stroked rapidly his pulsating length, giving it all the attention he needed. He stopped everything and sat up to quickly take off his shirt, it was starting to get so hot under his clothes, his chiseled chest flexed with each throb of his length. Then he lied back down and spat - not a lot - in his right hand to help fluidify his motions at the base, before getting lower and gently fondling his heavy balls.

He bit his lower lip to stifle any more sounds he would make and which could be heard throughout the dorms. But fuck it just felt right at the moment. He continued to stroke alternating between swift movements and more gentler and controlled ones. He then felt himself throb even harder, his balls tightened and his shaft that he was still stroking under the blanket became incredibly flushed, ready to let out all his pent up pleasure.

He took a sharp intake of breath as he felt himself reaching climax. His warm hand kept stroking whereas his other hand pulled the covers down as he reached for a tissue on his bedside table. His hand stilled for a brief moment as he froze and then he felt it wash over his like a torrent “Oh- fuck… mmmh yes” he moaned resuming his strokes more languidly now as his cock spurted and released sticky white ropes of cum in the tissue he just took. His feet were planted in the mattress as his head was thrown back against the fluffy pillows. His breath was slightly shallow as his chest rose and fell with each intake and exhale.

Once he was sure he was perfectly empty he let go of his softening cock not yet bothering about putting his clothes nor the covers back on, because of how hot everything felt around him. His mismatched hair stuck to his forehead but he couldn’t care any less.

Clearly a bit of self-love couldn’t be denied tonight and it obviously felt more than good. He just missed you a little while he was doing his stuff alone. As he lies in bed he can’t help but think how good it would have felt if he were to do the same but with you there, and maybe even having you here, touching yourself next to him. The thought of it is almost making him hard again, but it’s late and he has to sleep, he’ll address everything with you tomorrow and who knows you might really be into it.

[haechurch]

Morning seeps through the blinds and you find yourself not waking up alone in your bedroom when you take a full seat and glimpse next to your side. There's someone else's lying with you on the mattress, well, that someone else's was mark lee, which was your friend until the movie session turned into something else in the state that you didn't even know how to face or assured to call him per usual the next day if you were about to bump into him since you spent the previous wild night together.

But here you were, finding yourself too drunk yesterday and somehow ended up with your biggest crush lying on your bed the morning after, also fuck it, though you feel like you're still stirring in your sleep you can't help but think that mark is very tempting at this moment and you just can't even believe in yourself for having a turned on on an unconscious mark lee that stay still peacefully in his sleep.

You currently watch him slumber in silence, not even aware that you got your mouth watering over him and started to scoot closer, lying beside him as he's sleeping facing you. You didn't touch him at first, you only admire his features and only could thinking about how damn fine this man was, even in his doing-nothing state like ugh. Then you started to move your hand and caress his strand hair-very carefully, and tracing his eyebrows-very delicately, as afraid that he might be broke if you touch him in not so gently manners.

Then you snapped when he suddenly groan and bring his hand over to rest on your waist, with him being-of course-senseless. You froze when he did that, and you started to trembling on a thought of having him all over you again right at this instant. Would he mind if you just...?

You felt like you're suffering, you're waking up horny, needy, and he looks so fucking good in his sleep right now that it makes you just want him more than anything. You started breathing heavily, eyes closed shut with a low 'fuck' leaving your mouth and you sigh under your breath, as started to put your bodies against each other.

You snug into him and straddle him from the side, your left leg was on his waist. Two of your hands circling around his neck and shoulder, then you started humping on him. It's in a slow pace at first but then you felt the urge to grind on him even harder and that's when he started to stir in his sleep.

"Y/n?" He called as he squint his eyes, baffled as he just wake up from his sleep. Knowing he's finally fully awake, you started to hug him even tightly and grinding harder, making him groan and you can feel his boner getting evidence by the mean time. Poor mark lee, he just woke up and have to see you panting and so so so needy for him it's almost looked pathetic. Mark was just stay still, closing his eyes shut while balling a fist to covering his face, apparently trying so hard to get himself together.

"Shit.. don't go too fast.." he said. That's just made you go harder as you let another needy moan. "M-mark, gonna cum." You tell him. "Wanna cum, please." His hand now were all over your ass, pushing you down forcefully onto him as he buck his hips into your core and started to equally thrust sensually. "Do it. Cum."

And so you did. You pant onto his chest and grab him by his shirt, feeling all hot and sweaty even if it's just 7 in the morning. You felt so relieved as you came down from your high, but mark definitely haven't came, and you just leave him with such a morning wood, so after getting up and sat on the bed as mumbling a 'sorry' to him, you proceed to take your clothes off, leaving you just in your panties, and you swear the way he's just staring at you with awe was so fucking endearing.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Taking care of you." Before he could speak another word you're already on your knees and yank his boxer down, grabbing a handful of his cock and take him into your mouth. He let out a deep groan and tossed his head back, jaw clenching when you roll your tongue and suck into his tip. His chest was heaving and his abdomen flexing when you take him until the tip was on the back of your throat, making you gag around his size.

"Fuck.. just like that baby, keep going." You bob your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks, do whatever you can to make him feel good. He then took a fist of your hair as a grip and finally look down at you, his eyes were heavy lidded and his mouth was agape all while sounding so pretty with the low moan and some profanities he uttered.

"Good girl. You're doing so fucking good right now." You hum, the vibration makes him shudder and his abdomen tensed, he thrown his head back as his breath hitch. "Aw shit, m gonna cum." He quick to face fucked you unconsciously, trying to catch his high before finally shoot his warm load into your mouth with a low, long grunt. You swear to god that that shit making you even more wet, pussy clenched over nothing.

You try to swallow all of his load as you saw mark's face all contorted in pleasure, and for fucks sake, there's nothing more sexy than the shit you're seeing right now.

You wiped the quite mess with the back of your hand and then sing song before him, "breakfast."

[iovetecchou]

pairings... Jouno Saigiku x Reader

contains... smut. dom!reader, sub!jouno, teasing, one slap (jouno receiving), hair pulling, begging, guided masturbation (m), degrading, dirty talk (pathetic, slut, pervert), use of "good boy", cock teasing, slight bondage (bound hands), vibrators, face sitting, oral (f), edging, overstimulation, riding, creampies, aftercare, kisses, fluff!

AFAB Reader.

2,524 words.

He was being more of a menace than usual today. Your boyfriend, Jouno would not stop teasing you. He kept making snarky comments, criticizing you for little things, and giving you backhanded compliments. All for his own amusement, and you were not having it. “Oh? What’s with the irregular heartbeat, princess? I can feel your anger.”

He snickered out, bending down to where you sat on the couch. Coming face to face with you as he awaited your response. That was your last straw, you couldn’t take it anymore. In an instant, you grasped your hand beneath his locks. Yanking him by his hair as you rose off the couch. “What the fuck do you think you’re- ahn…”

You grasped his crotch, squeezing your hand tightly around his clothed cock. “Shut the fuck up. I’ve had enough of your antics for today Saigiku.” You spat out. You shoved him down against the couch, still gripping his hair fiercely. His bottom lip was stuck between his teeth as your brought your foot down to press against his crotch. “I think it’s about damn time I dealt out some punishment of my own.”

You pushed the heel of your foot further into his clothed dick, twisting your ankle a bit as he whimpered out. His hips jolted up into your ministrations, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the pathetic display. “Look at you… the ‘Saigiku Jouno’ reduced to nothing but a messy slut beneath me. You’re a disgusting pervert, Saigiku.” You spat out. Your eyes widened as you felt his cock twitch to life beneath your foot from your filthy words.

A sly smirk spread across your features. “Strip. Now.” You demanded, slowly retracting your foot from his clothed cock. Your hand locked within his hair never let up. Jouno shakily reached down to his shirt. He hastily unbuttoned it, shrugging it off his narrow shoulders before moving down to his slacks. He unbuttoned his trousers, lifting his hips off the couch slightly to remove both his pants and boxers in one swift tug. You yanked his head back once he was bare before you.

“Good… now, jerk your cock for me. I’ll be right back, and you better not fucking cum.” You spat out, throwing his head back against the couch as you released his tousled hair from your grasp. You made quick strides to the bedroom as Jouno began stroking his cock. As ordered. He was whining and whimpering as he leisurely moved his deft digits up the expanse of his sensitive length. His hips bucked up each time his fingers grazed over the tip of his leaky cock.

A few moments later you arrived back in front of him. You smiled to yourself, sort of proud that he actually obeyed your orders. “Stop, remove your hand, and put your wrists in front of yourself.” You demanded. Jouno slowly retracted his hand from his twitching cock. Whining immediately at the loss of friction. He did as you asked of him, bringing his wrists front and center without any hesitation. He jolted up as he felt you wrap a silky material around his wrists. You tied a tight knot with the smooth material, leaving a flustered Jouno bound before you.

“Good boy, If you try to break free I won’t let you cum. Understood?” His cock twitched at your little nickname for him, and you couldn’t help but snicker to yourself at the sight. He slowly nodded his head, head already fuzzy from the small amount of pleasure and pain you granted him. Before he could process it, a harsh slap was delivered to his cheek. He whimpered at the sudden sting before your voice boomed through the air. “Use your fucking words.” You spat out, bringing your hand back up to his hair as you tugged his head backward. Exposing the sensitive flesh of his neck oh so sweetly.

You licked up the expanse of his throat, biting and sucking as you pleased. The man underneath you was shaking now as he writhed in pleasure. He itched to touch you, but he knew if he did… it would only be trouble. “Y-Yes… I understand.” Jouno croaked out between whimpers. You pulled back from his throat with a wide grin on your face before you spoke up once more. “Good boy… now, why don’t we try… the first setting to start.” Jouno was confused by your words. That was until he felt a cool plastic device press up against his length.

He jolted forward slightly at the coolness against his throbbing cock, but the second you turned the device on? Oh… he was done for. The instant he felt the vibrations thumping against the underside of his cock, he was screaming out in pleasure. He threw his head back, forcing you to untangle your hand from his snowy hair in the process. His hips were twitching so much, and you barely even began. “Oh? All this from the first setting? You’re pathetic…” You snickered out, bumping up the vibrator to the second setting. Jouno’s eyes shot open, jaw falling slack. “Y/n w-wait! It’s too m-much!” He whimpered out, drool now slipping past his lips as his hips continued to twitch beneath you.

Your grin coated your whole face. You were enjoying how pathetic he’s become for you. A taste of his own fucking medicine. “I think If I could take it all those times you teased and tortured me, then… I think you can too, slut.” You quipped out, bumping the device up to the third setting. Jouno’s wrists twitched from where they were pressed up against his chest. He wanted so badly to touch you right now. “Princess… I-I can’t… I’m going to cum-!” He blurted out. In an instant, you were off of him. The delicious friction was gone, and Jouno's ethereal eyes began to well up with tears from the sheer frustration. “I didn’t say you could cum just yet.”

You deadpanned, turning the toy off as you began to strip before him. “P-Please… I need to cum… please, princess- I’ll be good, I-I promise I’ll be good!” He whimpered out, a stray tear slipping down his cheek as you continued to pay him no mind. As you pulled off your last article of clothing, your voice boomed through the room once more. “Lie flat against the couch, I know a way to shut you up.” Jouno sniffled out quietly as he did just what you requested of him. Jouno felt the couch dip as you climbed atop him.

He could feel your bare skin brush against his sensitive flesh, causing him to whine out. You laughed at how sensitive he was from your ruthless torture against his poor weeping cock. Your thighs rested against either side of his face as your pussy hovered directly above his filthy mouth. “If you cum untouched from this, I will punish you further. So don’t be pathetic for me, alright, Saigiku?” He hiccuped out another sob as you lowered yourself down. The second your pussy grazed against his lips, his eyes rolled back into his skull. He began messily lapping at your clit, his tongue lacked any sense of rhythm. He was far too pussy drunk to care.

You moaned out above him as his tongue dipped inside your needy hole. He was tongue fucking you as you began to rock your hips against his mouth. Jouno’s cock was throbbing, he could feel his release bubbling up as he continued to ravish your pussy. He always came untouched when you rode his face like this. There’s no way he would last, and you knew that. He was whimpering into your pussy, his tears freely running down his reddened cheeks as he continued to eat you out like a man starved. “What’s wrong baby? Getting close?” You snickered out in between your own moans.

Your own release began to unravel within you. His tongue always worked magic against your needy pussy. Messy or not, it was perfect every time. You slowly rose your hips away from his lips so he could respond. Jouno whined at the loss of your taste. He panted out harshly a few times before he spoke up. “Yes I-I’m so close… please, let me cum!” He babbled out, the sight of his lips coated with your arousal and his drool made you clench around nothing. He was being so good for you, saying 'please' and everything. Maybe he deserved a reward.

“Okay baby… I’ll let you cum. Just hold on one second, yeah?” You slowly climbed yourself off of his face. He whined out, and his bound wrists came out to reach for you. He was scared that you were playing tricks on him. That you were about to leave him high and dry. You sort of felt bad looking at his pathetic state. He had shot up from the couch, his face was as red as the tips of his hair. His messy bangs were sticking to his forehead from his own perspiration, and his eyes were blown wide once more. Giving you a perfect view of his ethereal glassed-over irises as the tears continued to bubble out past his lash line. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth once more as the whines continued to escape past them, and his cock was twitching and throbbing ruthlessly against his lower tummy. You could see the sticky precum bubbling out of his slit as it continued to trickle down his length.

“Shh… it’s okay baby, I’m not going to leave you like this. Just relax now, okay?” You slowly reached your hands up to unbound his wrists. He flinched at the sudden contact before he relaxed into your touch. You climbed into his lap this time, resting your hands against his pretty ruby cheeks as you spoke up once more. “It’s okay my love, you can touch me now.” You whispered out as your fingers traveled past his cheek and towards his earlobe. Playing with the small bell attached to his earring as your other hand traveled down between your bodies.

You grasped his length gingerly, causing the poor man beneath you to jolt up and whine out at the sudden friction. His hands grasped your waist tightly now as you lined up his leaky cock to your entrance. “Shh… it’s okay, don’t hold back baby. If you want to cum, then cum.” You whispered out as you slowly lowered yourself on his cock. He cried out at the lovely feeling of your hot wet walls squeezing around his length so snugly. The moment you took him to the hilt, Jouno held you down fiercely with the grip he had on your sides.

“W-Wait… it’s too much… I just need a moment, princess.” He babbled out through his harsh pants. You brought both of your hands up to caress his cheeks once more, smiling softly to yourself as you whispered out, “Take all the time you need my darling, I'm right here.” His hiccuping and sobs subsided now. He took in one last shaky breath before he pulled your hips up. The delicious drag of his length against your gummy walls left you both moaning out. You slowly aided his movements. You began rocking your hips back and forth from within his lap. Jouno whimpered out at the mouth watering sensations.

“Y/n… I… I’m going to cum— kiss me, please!” He pleaded. Your heart clenched at his weak tone of voice. You happily obliged, pulling his face closer to yours as you captured his lips. The kiss was slow and sensual, the movements of your hips never once let up as you continued to make out. You felt his dick twitch from within you as he slammed your hips down against his own, holding you in place. He whined into your mouth as the first ropes of his cum shot out. You moaned into his mouth as well at the delicious feeling of his thick cum coating your walls.

He continued to throb from within you as the last of his seed dribbled out of his slit and into your sopping pussy. You pulled back from the kiss first, caressing his cheeks as you left a small kiss on each of his eyelids. Then his cheeks, and the tip of his nose before you lifted yourself off of his length. His cum tricked out of your used hole instantly, and down your thighs, as you stood before him. “You did so well for me Sai, now come here. Let me run you a bath, okay?” You gingerly clasped your hands around his cold ones. Dragging him up off the couch, and having him tower over you from where he stood. “But… princess, you didn’t… finish.” He quietly whispered. A small frown etched itself onto his features as he continued to shake from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your smile softened at his words as you began to drag him towards the restroom. “Don’t worry about that my love. I had my fun, right now I just want to take care of you.” You stated softly, letting go of the grasp you had on his hands to start filling up the tub. You grabbed some unscented bubble bath from the cupboard, pouring in a generous amount before you put your full attention back on Jouno. “But-“ you pressed your pointer finger against his lips, giggling out as you grasped your other hand against his own. “Oh hush, just get in the bath, would you? I even put the non-scented stuff in there for you so you wouldn’t feel overwhelmed.”

His heart fluttered. Maybe he was too relentless with his teasing on you this morning. Tecchou always tells him that’s a nasty habit of his, enjoying watching other people squirm. But, you’re his girlfriend… maybe he should ease up a bit. But on the other hand… seeing you get so harsh with him the way you did only moments prior turned him on beyond belief. He would never admit that out loud, of course. “Okay princess… as you wish. Care to join me?” He smirked down at you as he pushed your finger away from his lips with his free hand.

And… he’s back.

“Of course my love, let me wash your hair for you! Your red ends are starting to fade a bit, maybe I should go to the store tomorrow and pick up some more dye.” You exclaimed as Jouno descended into the soothing water. You weren’t far behind, gripping his hand for support as you lowered yourself into the tub in front of him. “That sounds wonderful, princess. On second thought, where did you get that foul toy from anyways?” You snickered out at his question, turning yourself around in the tub so you had a clear view of his face before you spoke up one last time.

“It’s a secret… but don’t pretend like you didn’t like it, Saigiku.”

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[glorious-spoon]

If you’re still doing the prompts, could I ask for 22? in a rush of adrenaline for Buddie?

thank you, and sorry it took so long! :D

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For one wild instant after Eddie grabs him—bruising, frantic, the world all still too loud and too fast and too suddenly bright as the building comes down behind them, scattering pulverized concrete in their wake—Buck genuinely thinks that he's about to get punched.

Eddie would never. Eddie would never. But he's holding Buck's arm tight enough to hurt, and there's blood on his face and his eyes are wild as he yanks them both across the street in a dozen stumbling steps and shoves Buck against the side of the engine, and there really aren't a lot of other explanations for what the hell is happening right now.

"Hey, listen," Buck says, breathless. His voice comes out croaking and raw; he breathed in smoke back there. They both did. Him more than Eddie, after that last stairwell came down, cutting him off from the entrance for a few disorienting, gut-churning minutes before he stumbled out a side entrance and into Eddie and Bobby's arms. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay."

"Shut up," Eddie snaps, loosening his grip on Buck's arm. His eyes are red. His voice is hoarse, too. Buck remembers him screaming his name through the smoke-roiled darkness, an instant before the stairs came down. "Shut up."

"Okay, okay," Buck says, and lets his hands drop. Then lifts them again, thumping his palms against Eddie's shoulders and letting them linger there. Even through his turnouts, Buck can feel him shaking. "Eddie, hey. Come on. I'm okay. Barely even bruised."

"Just—" Eddie bites off the end of the word, shakes his head, then shoves at Buck's shoulders again, moving closer. And then his hands are on Buck's cheeks, dragging him down, and his mouth is hot, and—oh. Oh.

Eddie tastes like smoke; they both do. His cheeks are rough and grimy; there's a sharp sting where Buck must have split or bitten his lower lip. It's not a good kiss, not really, except for how it might actually be the best kiss he's ever had.

It lasts just barely long enough for Buck to start kissing back, and then Eddie is retreating. His hands are still on Buck's cheeks. Buck makes a noise of protest and chases his mouth, and Eddie kisses him again, softer. Then he pulls away again. Buck stares at him, and he stares back, and for a moment the entire world feels very distant.

Then there are footsteps on the pavement behind him and a deep, deep sigh, and reality percolates back in: specifically, the reality that they still are very much at an active scene.

Eddie winces slightly, lets go of Buck, takes a step back, and turns.

"Hey, Cap," he says, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

"Hi," Bobby says patiently. Behind him, the 136 has their ladder up; he can see someone—probably Stover—controlling the hose to put out the last of the burn. Beyond that, Hen and Chim are checking over the last handful of security staff that Bobby and Eddie must have escorted out while Buck was trying not to die in a ceiling collapse. None of it seems especially dire anymore.

Other than the fact that Bobby is here, and definitely saw… all of that.

"Uh, hi, Bobby," Buck says, with what is probably not nearly as winning a smile as he's trying for.

"You know, Buck, I'm pretty sure I have the section in our handbook on maintaining professionalism on scenes still bookmarked from when you were a probie," Bobby says in tones of deep exasperation. His mouth is twitching, though.

"That's on me, Cap," Eddie says solemnly.

"Hey, no, I was definitely—"

Bobby gestures sharply, and Buck shuts up.

"You have two minutes," he says, "and then I expect you both to go get yourselves checked out. And we're going to talk about this back at the station. Understood?"

Eddie straightens his shoulders like he's still in Basic. He used to do that all the time; now it's only when he thinks he might be in serious trouble. "Understood."

"So, uh, so how much trouble are we actually in?" Buck blurts.

"I said we'll discuss it at the station, Buck," Bobby repeats dryly, but he's definitely laughing at them now. "One minute. Then go let Hen check you over, or you really will be in trouble. And kid? I'm very glad you're okay."

He pointedly turns his back and walks away, so Buck doesn't protest that that was more like fifteen seconds than a whole minute. He's got Eddie to focus on instead: his smoke-stained face, soft brown eyes, the sheepish, lovely mouth that Buck was just kissing.

"Sorry," Eddie says, after a moment. "I didn't actually plan to do that."

"Yeah, well. Been a long time coming, right?"

He worries, in the instant after he's said it, that he's got this all wrong. That this—whatever it is—was just adrenaline for Eddie, just relief, just some weird, fleeting impulse and nothing more.

But Eddie laughs, ducking his head, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. When he looks back at Buck, his eyes are bright. He's blushing, visible even under the soot.

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, it really has."

[half-bakedboy]

everything stays unsaid

Buddie | 1.5k | general | 7x4 coda

After Tommy leaves his apartment, all Buck wants to do is talk to Eddie. He wants to apologize for making Eddie collateral damage to his stupid crisis. But he feels like he's broken some unspoken agreement between them or betrayed Eddie by feeling something other for Tommy. It doesn’t make sense because it’s Eddie, but he doesn’t feel like he can trust his gut feelings right now.

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After Tommy shuts the door gently behind him, all Buck wants to do is tell someone why he has been such an asshole.

But when Buck thinks about calling Eddie, the person he’s hurt most, he doesn’t know how he would even begin.

Hey, remember how I body-slammed you into the pavement and sprained your ankle? It’s apparently because I wanted Tommy to kiss me and I didn’t know that until he did. So sorry about that. I’ll bring you takeout next time we hang out.

No, of course he can't do that. He has to prepare for this conversation, right? He has to figure out what he’s feeling, put a label on it so it’s wrapped neatly in a bow when he finally tells his friends and his family.

He’s seen movies where nerves are haywire and difficult sit-down conversations lead to teary-eyed pride and general… emotions. He’s supposed to say the term and let a few seconds of silence worry him before the people he loves remind him they love him back, whether he’s into men or not.

“I’m—” he begins to say into his now empty apartment. He’s not sure what to follow it up with.

“Gay?” He tests. He thinks about how Abby’s soft voice made his skin simmer, how chasing Taylor had sent thrills up and down his spine, the instant connection he had with Nathalia. No, he doesn’t think he’s gay.

“Straight?” He tries. The thought of Tommy’s lips on his, the gentle power behind the fingers on his face, the scruff on their chins velcroing together. The heat that catapults straight to his stomach tells him he can never call himself that ever again.

He knows there are other words. Bisexual, pansexual, demisexual… But he doesn’t want to dwell any longer on what he might be, not when who he has been over the last few days has been so awful.

The last thing Tommy asked before he left was for Buck to call Eddie and that’s all Buck wants to do.

But he still isn’t exactly sure what to say.

I’m sorry I put you in the hospital. I’m sorry I’ve been such a possessive asshole. I’m sorry I put you in the middle of whatever my feelings were doing. I’m sorry you became collateral damage when all I’ve ever wanted was to make sure our relationship never changed no matter what.

Luckily—or unluckily, he’s not quite sure—his phone is ringing before he can talk himself out of finally reaching out. His entire body freezes when he sees Eddie’s name flash across his screen, but it relaxes almost instantly when his picture comes into view.

A few months ago, Christopher decided he was too old to be the background of his dad’s contact, especially now that he has his own phone. When Buck left his phone on the dining room table to clean up dishes, Christopher took it upon himself to snap some pictures of Buck and Eddie at the sink. They’re hip to hip, almost like one of them pushed the other in jest, and Eddie’s smiling over his shoulder like he’s caught Christopher in the act.

Usually, seeing the picture sends a warmth through him at the friendship he’s created and cultivated throughout the years. One of domesticity and care that almost no other relationship in his life can match.

Today, the picture ties his stomach in a knot—like he’s broken some unspoken agreement between them or betrayed Eddie by feeling something other for Tommy. It doesn’t make sense because it’s Eddie, but he doesn’t feel like he can trust his gut feelings right now.

He can’t really trust any part of himself, not until he clears the air with Eddie and figures out where the Hell things are going with Tommy.

Caught in his spiraling mind, Buck almost misses the call and answers abruptly with a choked-out, “H-Hey!”

“Hi, Buck.” Eddie’s words exhaled like he wasn’t convinced Buck was going to answer. “I’m sorry to call so late, but Tommy called—” Buck’s heart leaps into his throat before dropping into a pit in his stomach— “and said that he’d been there to see you and that he told you to call but he wasn’t sure if you’d actually do it. He said you guys talked and you seemed worried that he was replacing you in my life?” Buck didn’t have time to breathe, let alone speak before Eddie continues. “You have to know that’s not true, Buck. Tommy could never replace you. You have a permanent place in my life and you always will. Tommy can’t even begin to change that—”

“I kissed someone!” Buck blurts out.

Buck didn’t know what he was going to say to Eddie, but it sure as hell wasn’t that. Eddie is very aware of the fact that Buck has kissed people before.

There are a few moments of silence, and Buck can hear Eddie pull the phone away from his ear like he has to check the caller ID to make sure it’s Buck he’s called.

Eddie clears his throat before he asks, “Am I supposed to be surprised, or…?”

“I—” Buck inhales deeply and lets out a shaky breath. He figures diving headfirst into this is the best way to go. “It was a guy,” Buck says as steadily as he can. He doesn’t say Tommy’s name. He’s new to this whole sexuality thing but he’s pretty sure that outing someone is a big no.

There’s more silence. It’s not unusual, really. Eddie’s never been one to jump to words before thinking them through. That was typically Buck’s job. But that doesn’t make it any easier for Buck to wait it out.

There’s something about the pause that makes Buck’s insides feel like tinder just waiting for a spark to ignite him from the inside out.

“And how do you feel about that?” Eddie asks slowly.

“Surprisingly normal,” Buck answers.

“Congratulations?” Eddie sounds unsure, but honestly, Buck is pretty unsure of most everything himself so he can relate.

“I was going to wait to tell you, figure out what this thing between Tommy and I is but—” Fuck.

“Tommy? My Tommy?”

Buck ignores the way his heart stings at Eddie’s choice of words which makes no sense because all they’d done is kiss. He shouldn’t be so easily soured at the mere thought of someone else having Tommy. Unease settles somewhere between his heart and his stomach like his mind has decided he can’t unpack all his feelings in one night.

“Your Tommy?” Buck tastes the bitterness on his tongue like he’s got a mouthful of Eddie’s too-hoppy beer that refuses to settle in his stomach.

“I just meant—” Eddie cuts himself off as if he knows it’s too late for excuses. “I didn’t think you guys were that close.”

“We ended up real close,” Buck jokes, an attempt at pushing down the awkwardness in the conversation. He swears he hears Eddie inhale sharply like there’s something painful in the words. “I’m sorry, I just… I don’t know what to do with this feeling, and all I wanted to do was tell you.”

Buck doesn’t know what he expects. For Eddie to have the answers, for Eddie to know him better than he knows himself like he always does, for Eddie to tell him that he’s always known or that nothing is going to change.

Then Eddie says, “I’m glad you told me.”

The sentence holds more weight in Buck’s heart than it should. It’s everything Buck imagined and, I’m glad you trust me with this part of you and I’m here for whatever you need to do next, just like I always am.

So why does Buck still feel like it says so much more?

“I’m sorry I knocked you down and sprained your ankle because I was having some sort of crisis,” Buck tries again to make Eddie laugh and this time, it works.

“I’m sorry you felt like you had to injure me to get my atte—” Eddie trails off, and Buck’s heard this sentence before. He heard it right before Tommy’s lips connected with his.

Whose attention had Buck truly been trying to get?

Why is it so hard for him to answer that question when the answer should be so… obvious?

“Next time, can you knock me over on grass or into some water? It’d be a lot easier for you to forgive yourself if I could walk away if this crisis of yours keeps going.”

Eddie’s joking, and Buck laughs. Eddie’s joking, but there’s something else there. There’s something underneath Eddie’s words that feels like hope. It can’t be hope that Buck hurts him again or hope that Buck continues to plunge deeper into crisis. It’s like an acknowledgment that Buck is going to continue to hurt him, but he’s okay with it as long as Buck cushions the blow this time.

He doesn’t know what it all means, what unspoken conversation they're having that feels half-finished but barely begun. But he does know that if he’s going to figure anything out, it’s going to be later.

For now, he revels in the feeling of Eddie’s forgiveness and the excitement of whatever is to come.

[neteyamsyawntu]

Kinktober 10

K n i f e P l a y

Recom Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, smut, P in V, knife play, kuru play, hate fucking, Quaritch being a "nameless" character, dirty talk, pet names, vulgar language, mentions of murderous intent, power struggle

Na’vi word key:  Vrrtep - Demon Ngeyä fahew lu kewong - Your smell is alien  Txavä’ - disgusting

Like a Palulukan stalking in the shadows you moved carefully and precisely through the Pandoran night, watching as the strangely clothed Avatar below you studies his surroundings. He was lost, separated from the rest of his group, which unaware to his knowledge, was already been dealt with by the rest of your hunting party. The sounds of gun fire had distracted you from your previous task, leaving your blood boiling when you discovered the bodies of a pack of viperwolves, mercilessly slaughtered and you would not let these invaders of your home go without a fight. Your fangs ground against each other at the way this demon walked around the forest as if he were a God. Little did he know that tonight, you would put the fear of just that into his skull. 

Just as he moved to the position directly below you, your body sprung into action leaping from the branch above with your hunting knife drawn. Your sudden weight sent the faux Na’vi to the ground with a loud grunt, making him plant face first into the forest floor. Straddling his back, you securely grasp his kuru, giving it a harsh tug, to which his head followed suit, screaming in agony, leaving his neck open and vulnerable. Without hesitation your hand wraps around to his front, pressing the blade directly against his throat, a menacing hiss spilled off your tongue like venom, “Vrrtep…”. You were utterly fuming, your skin hot to the touch. You could end him right now and be done avenging your fallen brethren of the forest, but that seemed too easy. You wanted him to suffer. 

Adding more pressure to the blade you begin to slide it up from his throat to his jaw, “You invade our home, uproot and kill for your own personal greed…” your native accent is heavy as you speak the alien tongue of your enemy, continuing to drag the blade up to his cheek, leaving behind a small trail of blood as it just barely rips at his skin. “Yet you are foolish to think that there would not be consequences.” You seethe into his ear, pressing the blade down with more pressure before quickly swiping at his cheek, leaving a generous cut across his skin. The man below you hisses in pain at the action, before taking a few breaths to stabilize himself, “If you’re gonna intimidate me, you may wanna cut a bit deeper, doll.”. 

Without even a chance to retaliate, your captive bucks his head back at full force into your nose, causing you to release his kuru without even thinking of your actions, as you fumble backward. In an instant the avatar is attempting to pin you down to the ground himself, trying to disarm you in the process, yet failing as you quickly come back to your senses and push back on him in defiance, trying to reclaim your earlier position to pin him below you. As the two of you roll around on the forest floor, the forests’ bioluminescence illuminating your bodies, your heart feels as if it’s pounding in your ears as the adrenaline spikes through your body. There was something about this struggle that was almost exciting to you, fighting him to end as the dominant and more powerful opponent in the end. You let out a strained cry when an aggressive tug at your kuru sends you curling up on the ground, just with enough time for the man to restrain you beneath him, yet you are quick to replace your blade against his throat, which earns you another tug at your braid.

“Feisty little kitten aren’t yuh? I can't tell if you want to kill me or fuck me.” He chuckles darkly looking between the two of you to your bare intimates, noticing how your tweng had been moved to the side during the struggle, the bulge in his pants now pressing eagerly against it. You wanted to feel sickened by his response, the revelation that he was turned on by this almost made you want to vomit… almost. If it weren’t for the fact that your rush of adrenaline had gotten you worked up to the point where you had practically soaked through your loincloth, enough to make it slip nearly clean off of you. Your initial instinct was to press the blade more firmly against his throat, yet the simple action seemed to draw out another condescending chuckle from the avatar, “I already told you; you’re gonna have to press a little harder than that. Don’t be shy… let me feel it.”.

Somehow you are compelled to obey, applying further pressure to his throat watching as his skin indents around it. If he were to make any sudden movements of his head, the blade would surely slip, resulting in a nasty cut, “That’s a good, kitty.” He growls in a hoarse, almost seductive way, or maybe that’s just how your ears perceived it . Suddenly and silently, as if to test the waters, the man slowly brings his hand from the side of your head to glide his thumb over your lips, dragging them down slightly, before pushing inward to prod at your teeth. You can only stare up at him with a confused expression, not sure of what else to do other than slowly open your mouth, allowing his thumb entry to slide over your tongue, pressing down on it just enough to manifest a noticeable sensation. “Ha… who knew a feral little brat like you could be tamable?” His words enabled you to gently bite down on his thumb as you bare your fangs at him, letting out a muffled growl.

 “Not so tame yet, hm? Why don’t we change that, cupcake?” He smirks, shifting his body weight to press his pelvis against your own, wetting the crotch of his pants with your slick, as his bulge begins grinding against your clit. Your teeth bite down harder on his thumb before progressively easing up, letting a soft whine escape you. Your mind was completely conflicted. You didn’t even know this man’s name, and here you were beneath him, letting him grind into you, a thumb in your mouth, while his other hand still firmly held your kuru. There was something about the look in his eye that was irritating enough to make you both hate him yet want to dominate him at the same time. Your eyelids gently flutter as you close your lips around his thumb, suckling at it hard, being sure that your gaze never faltered from his own. 

An appeased groan rumbles in his chest as he watches you, “Naughty little kitty… you want more, hun?” He purrs, pressing his erection harder against your clit. Although the words were familiar to you, your own failed you, only being able to nod in response. The avatar lets out a graveling chuckle as he gently removes his thumb from your closed lips with a pop, before shifting it down to the belt on his camouflaged pants, undoing its latch masterfully, then hastily unbuttoning the garment. You had seen the contraption of a zipper before on a scientists backpack before and the eager fingers of your free hand moved toward it to assist in removing the garment faster, only for a rough tug to be performed on your kuru, “Nuh-uh-uh.. no touching, pretty thing.” He orders before not as aggressively swiping your hand away to finally unzip the garment himself, shimmying them down his hips enough, along with his undergarment to allow his cock to spring free. 

Your chest rose and fell with excitement as you stared at it, absentmindedly licking your lips and spreading your legs as much as you could beneath him. “You gonna behave for me, little pup? You listen to me and I’ll let you have it, but I don’t want any games.”. You give another more eager nod, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth. With a hum of approval the avatar takes his hand off of your braid to use it to guide your hip, while his other hand sits at the base of his cock as he pushes his hips forward to stroke his tip along your folds teasingly. Finally free from your restraints, your hips suddenly buck up into him, using the force of your knife to force him into submission as you roll over on top of him, his cock now sitting snugly between your pussy lips against his lower abdomen, “You will be the one listening to me, vrrtep.” You growl, lifting your hips enough for his cock to stand tall in the air, before lowering yourself into him, surprisingly sliding into you with ease despite the lack of prep. Eywa, you really were turned on by this whole ordeal.

His four fingered hands hastily grab onto your hips as you sink down on him, pinching his brows together as your wetness takes him in completely. “Ack-! E-easy there, kitty. Ahhh god damn…” he curses as you begin to slowly roll your hips experimentally, moving your knife from his neck, down his collarbone, watching as his blue skin splits with small beads of blood. “Haah.. ahh~ Ngeyä fahew lu kewong. Txavä’.” You moan with a bit of a growl as you scrunch up your nose at his intrusive scent while beginning to bounce on his cock, rolling your eyes back as it’s tip pushes against the opening of your cervix perfectly. “S’That so? Hard to tell how disgusted you are by it from the way you’re taking this alien’s cock so eagerly, darlin’.” He says between groans, bucking his hips up into suddenly, loving the view of you arching your back, nearly falling forward onto his chest, before your hand reaches out to stop you. Pleasure coursed through your core like blazing lava, your armed hand dragging the blade of your knife down his chest, tearing a very much present line down his shirt until reaching the top of his bulletproof vest, bouncing on him with more vigor, causing the recom to have to swallow his own spit before leaning his head back to let you take control momentarily. “Oh fuck yeah, take this cock baby- raah~.” He moans huskily, his grip on your hips being used to shove you down onto his cock as he thrusts assertively into you from below, making you take every inch of him over and over again.

Your moans echo off the surrounding trees, unable to control your voice with the way your tight, slick walls are hugging his cock just right, making your climax approach with an impossible speed. You lift your knife slowly finally giving his skin some relief, although crimson trails paint his neck and chest dutifully. Raising the knife higher and higher, the more the knot in your core tightens by the second, before a particular brush of his tip against the gummy parts of your cunt has your pussy fluttering around him gleefully. Just as you release your essence on his cock, you bring the knife down swiftly into the chest plate of his vest. “Holy shit!” He exclaims, as his heart doubles in pace before matching its rhythm with his thrusts. Just the adrenaline rush he needed before hastily lifting you off of his cock and releasing his load onto his pelvis. 

Your gaze was locked onto the hunting knife semi-lodged into his armored vest, your mixed pants fill the still air as you each attempt to gather yourselves. The severity of the situation then allowed itself to slip into the forefront of your mind. This was still the enemy, and if he weren’t dealt with now, he and his group of demons would only succeed in further wreaking havoc on your home. Your grip on your knife tightened, fist shaking as your nerves became tense. The recom watched you cautiously as he noted the sudden shift in your expression. In an instant your knife is yanked from the confines of his vest, now moving to your feet to stand over him, eyes finally meeting his in that instance. His own eyes showing a similar confliction as you sheath your weapon in its holster across your bosom. “Do not think because I spare you today, demon that I accept your presence in my home. This is a mercy that will not be granted twice… use it wisely.” The warning rang loud and clear in the recoms head as you turn away with those being your final words to him, unsure of if or when the two of you would ever cross paths.

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[jake-g-lockley]

It's degen hours rn so naturally I'm thinking of Jake inserting a jalebi into fem reader and then eating it and heading the audacity to comment on the combined sweetness like he's a Michelin star food critic 💀

Delicacy (Jake Lockley x reader)

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A/N: Hi, you’re tryna MAKE ME SIN? NOT THE COOCHIE JALEBI. Look, as a woman in STEM, under no circumstances you put anything that messes your pH anywhere near your coochie. HOWEVER, Jake fuckin Lockley gets a pass, for now, so here’s my rendition of masterchef coochie-

Warnings: MDNI, smut, cunnilingus, vaginal insertion (PLEASE DO NOT DO THIS)

You’re not exactly saying that picture frames don’t suit Jake Lockley.

You’re just implying that your legs are a better alternative in these instances.

The picture you had painted yourself was one of absolute perfection. A gift of sweets, followed by an almost joke of a tease, was playing out perfectly as Jake hooked one of your legs over his strong shoulders, your heel already digging hard into his sculpted back as his breath fluttered at your exposed cunt. His opened mouth exposed the tip of his tongue, the landing strip to all of the promises he meant himself to keep as well as the weapon of mass destruction that was going to literally ensure that you will forget everything about yourself.

“Beautiful as always, mi amor.” Jake breathed, eyeing his next meal as he gently caressed your soaked folds with his large fingers, not forgetting to circle your bundle of nerves before popping the wet digits into his mouth and letting out a delectable moan.

His wet fingers slipped into you again and you felt your whole body clench at the sensation. He smiles up at you, a hungry but boyish smile that makes you see stars as he stretches you open, scissoring his fingers. Without a warning, he goes knuckle-deep, pressing against that spongy spot that makes you gasp and melt further into the pillow that supports your lolling head.

“Hey, look at me,” your pussy clenches again as your eyes snap towards Jake’s lust blown ones. “You come on my tongue tonight, okay?”

You breathe out a small okay and Jake reaches his free hand over to the container next to him, breaking a piece of jalebi. You’re so drunk on the idea of Jake literally eating you out that you didn’t care what he did to achieve it. You trusted him but the rational part of you knew that one day, you and him were going to die from his crazed ideas. You were nothing close to being rational in this instant, everything that made sense flew out the window when you caught the naughty look in his eyes.

He pulled his fingers out of you, the unholy sound echoing across the silent flat, making you blush. Your slight embarrassment is yanked right out of you as Jake pushes the piece he broke inside of you and from that point, he went absolutely feral. You watch as he continues to stuff you full of the sweet, till your knuckles went white from gripping the sheets below you too hard. You stayed as still as you possibly could but failed when Jake’s syrup soaked thumb came to rest on your bundle of nerves, your hips bucking up instantly, a moan ripping from your lungs.

The few seconds where he played with your clit felt like hours, and you wanted so bad to kick his pretty face away from you and satisfy yourself, but you wanted his tongue so bad.

“Jake, sweetheart, please.” you beg and he smiled from his vantage point, not wasting another second before diving in.

Both of his hands held you open as his tongue began to loudly scoop the sweet out of you. The flat’s air was filled with the sacrilegious noise of wet pussy, Jake’s tongue and your combined moans. Your hands quickly found his curls and you tugged him closer, pressing your pussy further into his face as your clit caught his nose. He enjoyed the lack of air, his mouth acting quicker as his lungs burned.

You’ve never heard Jake this vocal in your life. He was rutting into the corner of the bed with the same pace as his tongue that was plunging in and out of you. The pieces of jalebi were disappearing fast and your release was coming in quicker than you expected as you rubbed your clit harder into Jake’s nose.

“fuckfuckfuckJakedon’t-” your orgasm pushed the rest of the pieces out of you and your soul that left your body stared in horror as Jake continued to eat you out, no mercy.

With an almighty moan into your pussy, Jake’s hips and tongue stilled as he pressed himself down onto the bed. He came to his senses soon after and as you were still catching your breath, he lapped at your folds softly, mumbling incoherent words as he tried his best to clean you up. You were struggling with the overstimulation so you grabbed Jake by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up, kissing him breathless and tasting yourself and the syrupy goodness on his tongue.

“Fuck, Jake, that was something else.” you pressed your forehead against his and let your breaths mingle trying your best to let your hearts slow.

“You taste so fucking rich, I knew that the jalebi would taste sweeter with your juices, amor.” he moans, his hips stuttering again next to your aching leg. “Decadent, it was like drinking nectar that was made for the gods, so sweet, so dangerous.”

You giggled but your eyes widened as you eyed the wet patch at Jake’s crotch.

“Guess I found my new favourite dessert.”

A/N (again): Sigh, why do I do this to myself

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[lovergirl555]

spencer reid halloween imagine

warnings: slight smut, mdni

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Dracula

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“Come on pull up before the movie starts.” I say snuggling up in my jack skellington blanket with my big bag of pop corn in my lap. It was barely even October and we had already decorated our apartment top to bottom in halloween decor. October is our favorite month not only for halloween but it’s also Spencers birthday, which happens to be today.

He had begged me all week to go to this drive through theater for his birthday and I couldn’t help but say yes. Driving up, we park next to a pickup truck with an old couple inside. The movie had just started so we cuddled up together, leaned back our seats, and put the pop corn in the middle so that way we can both access it.

The first 15 minutes of watching the film was fine and Spencer watched as I hid underneath the blanket each time and vampire popped out abruptly. As time went on, Spencer became touchy. He would put his hand on my thigh under the cover but would look straight as if he didn’t know what he was doing.

While his hand sat on my thigh, I couldn’t help but squirm thinking about what he’s capable of doing right here, right now. He started to move his hand from my mid thigh down to my inner thigh and since I was wearing shorts, there was no barrier between his hand and my skin. The heat building up between my legs was almost unbearable and Spence had yet to do anything. He massaged my inner thigh softly, grabbing and pinching while simultaneously giving me no attention. His eyes stayed on the projected movie like every one else in the lot.

“Spence I-

“Shhh.”

He cut me off as if he was terribly interested in the film. His hand started to go lower, still massaging softly while nearing the spot I want him to touch most.

I feel my psalms get sweaty anticipating what he’ll do next. Spencer and I were very active when it comes to our sexual relationship, but he’s never done anything this….public. While the feeling scares me it also excites me. I know that we could get caught any moment. We would be shamed upon by everybody for doing such a thing is such a public area but is it bad that I like the idea of that?

The thin shorts and my underwear weren’t much to hide my heat, and I felt myself starting to soak up my panties as he got closer.

Finally, he put three fingers over my clothed covered pussy and did slow, slow circles. I gasped making him stop his actions and making me buck my hips asking for more.

“Do you think you can be quiet honey?” He asks and I nod instantly looking into his eyes. With that conformation he continues to play with me over my loose shorts.

I whimper lowly as he kisses my neck and plays with me agonizingly slow. I needed to feel more pressure - the lack of was making me go insane so I pressed my hand against his and moved it so I received more pleasure. Spencer didn’t like this and went from kissing my neck to sucking hard. I could practically feel the hickey forming and knew the spots in the morning would be terrible. Sucking went to biting and he nibbled on my skin making a more pleasurable pain. The overwhelming pain made me remove my hand off of his in an instant which brought it to a stop.

“My sweetheart wants to be touched so bad huh?” He smiles against my skin and swiftly puts his hand underneath my shorts so the only thing separating him from my pussy was the panties. “You’re soaked baby.” He says and my cheeks get warm making me look away. He takes his other hand grabs my chin making me face him.

“Let’s hope you don’t make a mess.”