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Time & Temptation - Roommates w/ Benefits Pt. 1

Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary: While the compound is undergoing a security system update, the team is moved into an apartment complex. You were initially set to room with Wanda, but Bucky makes you an offer that you don't even consider refusing.

Warnings: profanity, wet dream with unprotected sex and teasing, alcohol consumption, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Okay, I'm super nervous about throwing something out here after Needs & Wants BUT we're doing this. It was now or never lmao. Don't forget, if you want to be notified when new parts are posted, you can add yourself to the tag list using this Google doc. It's a bit easier to add yourself vs. commenting to be tagged, because I don't always see comments before posting other parts. As usual, I have to give extra thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for being such an encouraging friend and for continually saving my ass by telling me what warnings my fics need.

You had been drinking. That’s the excuse you’re going with. You’d both been drinking. But is that really a valid excuse when one of you is a super soldier who’s completely unaffected by alcohol? You decide to blame Bucky Barnes. He should’ve been thinking straight. If he had been, you wouldn’t have ended up as roommates.

As you rub the sleep from your eyes, you fight to quiet the thoughts rushing through your mind at warp-speed. You didn’t drink enough to be hungover but you’re definitely feeling the effects from the number of beers you had just a few hours ago. Your overthinking only intensifies the headache that’s currently pounding behind your eyes. Ibuprofen. You need ibuprofen. You can see that the sun hasn't come up yet, which means it’s still either very late or very early in the morning, so you try to be as quiet as possible. You don’t want to wake your new roommate. Of course, you wouldn’t have known since you've barely ever interacted with the man, but he doesn’t sleep much. When you stumble out into the hall, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black panties, you fail to notice the way Bucky’s door hangs ajar, signifying he's not in bed. You run your hand along the wall of the hallway, feeling your way to the kitchen so you won’t have to make your headache any worse by turning on a light.

“Jesus, Bucky. What are you doing up?” You ask in a whisper, after being startled by the figure of the six-foot super soldier lurking in the kitchen. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of gray sweats and his dog tags, as he leans back against the edge of the countertop in near-darkness. As your eyes adjust, you let them linger over his defined chest and abs a little longer than you should have, and he notices your momentary ogling.

“Why are you whispering?” He questions, stealing a look of his own. And why the fuck are you walking around without any pants on? His eyes trail down your body, taking in the vintage t-shirt that barely skims the tops of your thighs and your toned legs that are on full display. You’re rubbing your temples with the pads of the middle finger and thumb of your right hand, so you don’t notice his gaze. Fuck. If you’re going to share an apartment, he may have to set a ground rule about pants. Though, he didn’t initially take you for the type to prance around half-dressed, otherwise he might’ve proposed the rule before you ever went to bed.

“What kind of beer did you give me last night?” The question rolls off of your tongue a little more accusatory than you intended as you take a few steps further into the kitchen and wave Bucky away from his place in front of the sink. He moves around the island and takes a seat on one of the barstools there, watching as you rise up on your tippy toes to pull open the medicine cabinet that sits high over the sink. Your t-shirt pulls up with the movement of your outstretched arm, dangerously close to revealing your ass to him. He clenches his jaw and looks down at the mug that’s gripped tightly between his two hands. He's dangerously close to breaking it into a hundred tiny pieces. Jesus. He’s definitely going to make wearing pants a ground rule, but he’ll wait until you’ve fully awoken to bring that up.

“It was just beer.” He mutters, taking a sip of his hot tea. He’s not usually one to drink tea, but he’s had a particularly sleepless night and sometimes it helps. It might’ve helped, if you hadn’t waltzed in here half-dressed and woken up his entire lower half.

“Beer from hell.” You grumble, retrieving the bottle of ibuprofen from the cabinet and shaking two of the little pills out into the palm of your hand. You put the bottle back in its place before fixing yourself a glass of water and downing the medicine. Bucky’s eyes follow your every move, but you aren't paying attention to him. “Did I really move in here?” You have to ask. You know it’s true, you know that you and Vision switched rooms last night. But still, you need to hear it from someone else.

“Yeah.” Bucky answers dryly. You don’t remember him being so short with you when he proposed the idea a few hours ago. You let out a deep sigh before taking another sip of water.

“There’s probably no chance Vision will switch back with me, is there?” You also know the answer to that one, but still, you ask.

“Throwing in the towel already?” Bucky taunts, raising an eyebrow at you. Is he really challenging you over this? He was the one that suggested you and Vision switch rooms, you merely agreed to it because there was no way you could survive practically being a part of a throuple in yours and Wanda’s apartment for the next three months.

“No, I’m just wondering if this was a good idea.” You retort, narrowing your eyes at him. Why the fuck isn’t he wearing a shirt? If you had known that he walks around like that, you definitely wouldn’t have moved in. He’s always been frustratingly attractive, even with his signature frown and reclusive nature. You really weren’t thinking straight when you rolled your suitcase in here, set your duffel bag and moving boxes down in the second bedroom, and decided to call this your new home.

“It was either this or you were going to have to knock on your door and ask Wanda and Vision to wrap it up so you could get some sleep. The choice was yours.”

“I was…influenced.” You claim, setting your glass on the countertop and crossing your arms over your chest. Your t-shirt once again rides up a bit and this time you catch Bucky’s eyes flitting down to your thighs. It’s fleeting, but you notice it. You know you weren’t really influenced. Bucky’s right. He simply offered a solution to your problem, and you took him up on it.

------------------ 7 Hours Earlier -------------------

It took Bucky less than ten minutes to unpack. He really only needs his clothes, a few weapons, and a decent book when he moves from one place to another. Vision, however, didn’t unpack a single thing. He quickly settled his suitcase and boxes into his bedroom before hurrying back out to the parking garage to help Wanda with her things. Bucky imagines he probably would’ve fared well with the ladies in the 40s, though the synthetic body and infinity stone might’ve scared a few off.

Once Bucky’s alone in the new apartment, he takes his time walking around and checking it out. It’s more spacious than he expected. When Tony said he was moving everyone into an apartment complex for at least the next three months while the tower undergoes a hefty security system update, Bucky definitely didn’t picture being moved into a luxury complex. The floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the living room offer a stunning view of the city a couple of miles to the south, and the open floorplan makes the space seem that much bigger. Though, the kitchen being so open to the living room makes it so that the only privacy Bucky will ever have here will be behind his bedroom door. Not that he plans to hang out outside of his room very much. He didn’t do that very often back in the compound either.

Bucky’s gaze is broken away from the view when he hears the elevator ding in the hallway, followed by Wanda and Vision whispering back and forth.

“She’ll probably be out for at least an hour since she’s meeting Fury, but we might have even longer than that.” Wanda’s hushed tone is one that Bucky has heard plenty of times before. He’s heard it most often when it's late at night, and she and Vision are sneaking around together. They always think they’re being so stealthy, but honestly, the rest of the team has heard them getting it on on more than a handful of occasions. Tony should have just let them share a place, but Bucky understands why he didn’t. You would’ve been stuck with one of the guys. Tony thought he was doing you a favor by sticking you with Wanda, especially since the two of you are such good friends, but he failed to realize just how attached Wanda and Vision are lately. Bucky feels for you in this moment, he truly does. Though he’s never really been on your end of something like this, he was in Vision’s shoes often back in his early army days. He always had a pretty girl on his arm and he knows he made his fair share of people uncomfortable with his public displays of affection. He can’t imagine how much a roommate would’ve hated him if he’d had one back then.

He listens as Wanda and Vision pass by his apartment and continue on down the hall. The apartment immediately next to his is going to be empty for at least a few days, since it belongs to Clint and Sam, and neither of them were in town today to be able to move in. Yours and Wanda’s apartment is the next one over. However, even all of that space between your apartment and his is no match for Bucky’s heightened sense of hearing. It’s always been more of a curse than a blessing to him, and that proves true again now, as his ears are assaulted by the sound of Vision and Wanda tearing each other’s clothes off.

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Your meeting with Fury was a lot shorter than usual, but he did send you back to your new apartment with an abundance of Chinese food from the hole-in-the-wall place that he chose to meet at. As you make the trek from the parking garage to the building, carrying an over-filled plastic baggy of food, you wonder if Wanda’s already started unpacking her things. Maybe she’s been working on setting up the apartment since you left and she’ll be ready for a food break. You glance down at your phone and see that it’s nearing 8 pm. You’re envisioning an evening of good food and friendly company in your new apartment, but of course, that’s not what you’ll find once you make your way upstairs.

As soon as the elevator lets you out onto your floor, you feel like you’re in college again, making your way down the hall of a dorm building. You probably shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up about the nice little roommate dinner. You’re not even three feet away from the door when you hear the distinctive sound of a headboard slapping against the wall and it freezes you in your tracks. Shit, you can’t even go into your own apartment. You stand there like a deer in headlights for about five seconds, horrified by what you’re listening in on, before you start backtracking to the elevator. You can enjoy the food from the comfort of your own car, even if it’s fucking freezing outside. As you start walking back down the hall, you catch yourself stopping outside of Bucky’s door. Surely, he’s home. You don’t know him as well as you know the rest of the team, but you do know that he spent a lot of time in his suite back in the compound. It’s unlikely that he’s out tonight. For a brief moment, you imagine yourself knocking on his door while he sits inside and completely ignores you. Is he the type to do that? To pretend he isn’t home? Hell, forget it. You’ll just go with your original plan of eating in the car.

Bucky heard the elevator ding when you arrived a couple of minutes ago. He probably should’ve stuck his head out into the hall and warned you, or even reached out to Sam and asked for your number so he could’ve texted you some kind of warning. He had every opportunity to spare you, but instead he sat in his apartment with some random documentary playing on the TV and a cold beer in his hand. He expected you to leave as quickly as you’d arrived, so he was surprised when he heard your footsteps stop short outside his door. If you’d had a sense of hearing anything like his, you would’ve heard him rise from the couch and make his way over to look at you through the peephole in the door. He stares at you now, seeing your nose and cheeks flushed pink from the cold weather, a bag of what looks to be takeout clutched in your left hand while your phone and keys are in your right, and an imperceptible expression written across your features. Why does he feel the sudden urge to invite you in?

Bucky doesn’t give the situation a second thought. His hand is tugging the door open before he even realizes what he’s doing.

“I…” You’re about to explain what you’re doing standing outside of Bucky’s door, but you don’t really feel like saying your roommate is fucking my roommate and I have nowhere else to go, so you simply hold the bag of takeout up and offer him a weak smile. “I’ll share.” You feel exposed as his eyes narrow and travel down your frame. He’s analyzing you, or maybe he’s judging you, you really can’t tell. Normally you’re someone who stands tall and holds their own, but in front of this man, you always seem to feel small. You’re about to cut your losses and ditch when Bucky pulls the door open a little more and tilts his head, inviting you in. No fucking way.

That’s how you ended up a few beers deep on his couch, feeling more comfortable around him than you’ve ever felt in your 6 months of living across the hall from each other. In fact, you felt so comfortable, that you were actively giving him shit about not finding a way to warn you about what you nearly walked in on in your apartment earlier.

“You knew they were going at it and you were just going to let me walk in there.” You accuse him, clutching your third beer bottle to your chest as you feign a look of offense. Bucky sits on the opposite end of the couch, his gaze feeling heavy on your face. He has this way of looking at people like he can see straight through them, and if you were a little less buzzed, you’d probably feel naked under his stare.

“How was I supposed to warn you? Leave a sign out in the hall?” He asks, taking a long sip of his sixth beer of the night. He’s far ahead of you, yet still, you’re the only one that’s feeling any effects from the alcohol. You wonder why he even drinks if it has no effect on him. Maybe he just likes the taste.

“You could’ve texted me, called me, sent a damn carrier pigeon, I don’t know.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize that he most likely doesn’t even have your number. Not once has he ever had a reason to call or text you before, so why would he have your contact? “Give me your phone.” You say suddenly, sitting up straighter and setting your near-empty bottle on the coffee table. You hold out your hand and wait patiently as he eyes you closely. He contemplates brushing you off, but he’s finding this new side of you surprisingly amusing, so he decides to let the moment continue. He grabs his phone off of the arm of the couch and unlocks it before placing it in your open palm. You quickly create a contact for yourself, putting in only your first name and phone number. “Text me next time and tell me to stay out longer.”

“They were going at it for nearly three hours, where would you have hid out?” Bucky wants to know. With the compound off limits, he can’t imagine anywhere else you’d go to waste that much time. Though, he doesn’t know you very well. Maybe you have friends in the city, or hell, even a boyfriend you could crash with.

“The parking garage, Sam’s house, anywhere but here.” It seems like it’s safe to assume there’s no boyfriend if one of your first choices was Sam’s house, which is forty-five minutes away. Not that he cares. “I guess I should work on finding a good hideout for next time.” You click Bucky’s phone off and lean over the center cushion of the couch, gently setting it on his leg. Once you lean back to your side of the couch, tucking your legs in beside you and grasping your beer in your hand again, you notice Bucky staring. The look on his face is indecipherable, but you can tell that he’s deep in thought. You stare right back at him, tracing the rim of your bottle with your fingertip as you wait for him to say something. What he decides to say though, catches you completely off guard.

“Maybe you and Vision should switch rooms.”

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That’s how you ended up here. Standing in your now shared kitchen while a very shirtless Bucky Barnes continues to wonder why the hell you’re not wearing any pants. You watch him carefully as his sips something from a white mug. It looks so tiny in his hands, so fragile. You’re amazed that he can handle such a delicate item without shattering it. Your eyes begin tracing the veins that decorate the back of his flesh hand, traveling up his forearm until you reach his bicep. God, he really never misses a workout, does he? Wait, why the hell are you looking? You shake your head to clear your mind of whatever thoughts were about to enter and then grab your glass of water from the counter again.

“Goodnight, roommate.” You say somewhat sarcastically, passing behind Bucky on your way back to your room. He catches a whiff of your scent as you pass him. It’s something sweet, maybe vanilla? Whatever it is, he likes it. He rarely ever stood close enough to you before to find out that you smell so damn good. Where is his mind tonight? He’s starting to wonder if something really was off with those beers that you both had earlier.

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“Bucky…” His name leaves your lips as a needy moan while you arch your back and focus on his touch. His hands are alternately cold and hot, each sliding up along the outer sides of your thighs at a tantalizingly slow pace. You want to lean back against him, you want to reach between the two of you and line his cock up with your entrance yourself, you want to beg him to fuck you already. “Please.”

“Shh, be patient, Y/n.” He coos, pressing his lips to your left shoulder. You feel his hard length slip between your legs and brush against your wet folds, teasing you relentlessly. You can’t help the way your hips grind into him, your cunt searching for friction wherever you can find it. He’s quick to grip your waist and still you, ghosting his lips up the side of your neck before they graze over the shell of your ear. “Try that again and you get nothing.” He warns. You’re trembling and he’s barely even done anything to you yet, while you stand right there on display for him, nearly bent over the kitchen sink. You let out a shaky exhale as his right hand leaves your waist. He wraps that hand around his cock and guides the head to glide back and forth along your pussy.

“Oh, god, please, Bucky.” You’ve been reduced to a quivering, begging mess before him.

“Tell me what you need.” He demands, continuing his teasing actions between your legs. You let out a whimper as you grip the edge of the kitchen counter.

“You, I need you.” You say breathlessly, hoping it’s what he wants to hear.

“You can be more specific than that, Y/n.”

“I need you to fuck me.” That’s what he needed to hear. He begins slotting his dick into your entrance. You feel the tip just barely stretching—

You wake up suddenly in a cold sweat, your t-shirt sticking to your heaving chest and your thighs clenched tightly together under the covers. Holy fuck. That’s new. It takes you about a minute to recover and calm your mind enough to fully realize what you just dreamt about…having sex with Bucky Barnes. The man you barely know, who you now share an apartment with. The man who is currently right across the hall from you, probably still shirtless, and in his own bed, and fuck.

While you were working on coming down from your wet dream, Bucky was lying wide awake in his bed. It was only an hour and a half ago that the two of you exchanged a few words in the kitchen. You scurried off to your room and fell asleep pretty quickly after taking your ibuprofen, but Bucky laid awake, as he usually does. He was actually just starting to drift off to sleep when he heard something coming from behind your door. Great, you talk in your sleep. Or at least that’s what he was assuming, until he strained his ears a little harder and realized he couldn’t make out any fully formed words, only sounds. And the sounds you were making…fuck. They sent all of the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick. You were moaning. You were fucking whimpering. He wanted to write it off as nothing. Hell, maybe you were having a nightmare and those are the sounds you make when you’re scared. But who was he kidding? You were obviously having a sex dream, and his fucking insomnia was keeping him awake to hear it all. Every filthy sound that slipped past your lips was like torture. Bucky found himself squeezing his eyes shut and gripping his quilt in both hands, trying to use all of his willpower to redirect bloodflow away from his lower half. It was wrong to be so turned on by this, by his roommate being unconsciously aroused. When you suddenly went silent, he knew you’d woken up. He thanked every entity he could think of for that.

He seriously fucked up when he invited you to move in. Little does he know, he will soon be paying for his lapse in judgement, even more than he is right now.

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The Shower Scene, Pt. 4

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Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to do this chapter! I have had a bit of writer's block and I have been busy doing a lot lately. This will be the finale to this series, I really hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me more ideas! I was thinking of writing some Sasuke or Itachi fics as well.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, NSFW. Extremely long and descriptive smut, unprotected p-in-v (be safe about it, or use condoms please), overstimulation, degradation, praise, oral (female receiving), punishment, spanking, swearing, squirting, casual alcohol consumption

PSA: this is very obviously a work of fiction, and should in no way be taken seriously or literally. this piece of fiction uses real people in fictional and fantastical mindsets--and it is in no way a representation of the real person or who they are as a whole. Thank you for coming to our ted talk.

Atlanta.

The humid wind hits your face, the city never motionless around you. You inhale the air, closing your eyes and letting your body relax. Your nerves are completely jumbled and overstimulated as your mind mulls over the past week so far.

The pictures of yourself flash through your head. Noah's words flooding your mind. You can't escape the anxiety it brought you, and the excitement of your actions.

You stared at your feet, black vans reflected against tan concrete as you stood against the bus. Twiddling your thumbs and exhaling heavily, you turn to Davis as he approaches you.

"Hey, kid! Some of the guys were just thinking of exploring the botanical gardens and the zoo and maybe going for some grub, wanna come?" He smiles at you, raising an eyebrow for an inviting answer.

"Shit, bro, I'm down." You agree and smile back. It was the first day off in over a week and you were grateful for it. You were looking forward to moments with Noah, but you also needed to get out and do something else for once.

As you and Davis caught up with the group, consisting of both you two, Ruffilo, Noah, Matt, and Jolly (the rest went off to do other things), you could hear their jesting and cackles even from a ways back.

"Morning guys!" You say, smiling and out of breath.

"Hey (Y/N)!" You were greeted by multiple of them.

Noah turned, walking backwards. "Hey, (Y/N)," he smirks lazily, waving his hand, drawing his eyes over you subtly and licking his lips.

You huff, catching his eyes and offering a suggestive smile. "Hi, Noah." He smiles back at you, and then turns back around to continue walking. You admire his long, toned frame as he took smooth strides forward.

All of you thoroughly enjoyed the relaxing and wondrous vibes of the gardens and the culture of the city. Having been walking and exploring for over 2 hours, you all decide to pause your activities for a bit of lunch.

"What should we eat? I'm starving, man," Ruffilo comments.

"Hmm. Haven't had Chipotle in a while," Davis replies.

"How about sushi?" Matt adds.

You're silent. Honestly, you're so hungry, you don't even care what you guys eat. Anything sounds good.

Noah steps up beside you. "Sushi sounds fuckin' fantastic," he agrees.

When the others aren't paying any attention, Noah leans into your ear quickly and quietly, "I'm hungry for something else, though."

You almost gasp when he leans away, giving a quick caress to your ass while the others are walking away. He casually smirks at you, continuing to walk in the direction of the Japanese sushi bar on the corner.

Your face felt hot, and you were fighting the frustrated blush that crept up your face. You were nearly hyperventilating and you couldn't help it. You took a deep breath of the next gust of Georgia wind that caressed your face, composing yourself and catching back up with the group.

"Fuck, this hits the spot dude." Matt comments, and you're nodding along with the rest of the guys.

"Hell yeah."

You're all sitting at the table, a whole boat of sushi in front of you and then some. Ruffilo is sipping on sake while all of you make small chit chat.

"Hey! Ruffilo! Let me try some of that," you say.

"Ever had sake?" Ruffilo says.

"No," you state, taking the small white cup from his hands.

"What!" You hear half of the table exclaim, with pleas of interest in you trying the drink.

You slowly take a sip. Instantly the taste of the Japanese alcohol hits your tongue and you're writhing. "Yuck! Oh! That's revolting!"

Cracks of laughter erupt from the table. Soon, you are laughing as well.

"That's enough of that," you joke.

After lunch, you all go shopping and walk around downtown. After several hours of being out and having free time the whole day, it was time to return to the hotel that was booked for the night. In the morning, you would quickly pack up and shuffle back onto the bus for Orlando, Florida.

Walking away from the bus with a suitcase in hand and backpack over your shoulder, you step into the hotel. You stop at the front desk to get your keycard from the receptionist.

"Room for (Y/L/N), please."

"Ahh," she pauses, typing on her keyboard. "We don't have a room here, I'm afraid..."

You frown. "All of these rooms should have been pre-booked," you state. Your mind frantically searches for a solution. You begin to list the several names of the other crew members and band members, but most were already in their rooms. You thought of one more name.

Oh, you thought. He didn't!

"There may be another name," you try. "Sebastian?"

The receptionist, looking mildly annoyed now, huffs and types in the name. You ignore her annoyance, watching patiently. A look of resolve crosses the receptionist's face. You feel hopeful.

He did.

"Hmm," she says. "It appears one more keycard is available for this room. Just sign this document and you may have your keycard."

You fill out the appropriate paperwork, signing on the line. The receptionist pulls the paper back to her and slides the keycard across the counter. You exchange your thanks.

"Room 207, 3rd floor." The woman tells you and turns away.

You don't waste anymore time. As you walk down the hall to the elevator, the smirk on your face grows 10 miles wide, confidence enveloping you.

You knew exactly why he'd done it, and frankly, you weren't about to protest. Your heart slams into your chest with every sound of your heels and the roll of the suitcase wheels on the carpet.

You take a deep breath as you step onto the elevator.

207.

The silver numbers glint as you stand parked in front of the door. He was inside there already, waiting for you to come in. You exhale shakily as you grip the door handle, and you hesitate.

Closing your eyes, you begin to smirk. This is what you've been fiending after for several weeks. Taking another deep breath, you slide the keycard into the door.

The lock clicks and you twist the handle, allowing yourself into the room.

You analyze your surroundings. One lamp is on in the dimly lit room. A small walkway leading into a rather spacious double bed. There was a desk to the left, and a mini kitchen straight ahead. The bathroom immediately to the left. Without paying further attention, you walk to a bed and set your bag down on it.

You didn't seem to notice Noah, maybe he'd left the room for something. You shrug, bending over to open up your suitcase and lay it out.

Without you noticing, Noah slips out of the bathroom and leans against the wall, examining the rear view you're giving him.

"Well, well, already bending over? Princess, I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," Noah chuckles darkly.

You swear you jump 10 feet into the air, yelping loudly. If he hadn't scared you, his words would've gone straight to your core. "Noah Sebastian, for crying out loud!" You laugh and smack his shoulder. "Don't do that!" You both share a chuckle.

You can feel Noah decreasing the distance between you two and your laughter begins to fade. Noah's eyes flutter over you, landing on your eyes, your mouth, your breasts, feeling overwhelmed pleasantly.

You found yourself licking your lips. You begin to turn away.

Faster than the flick of a wrist, Noah's hand shoots up, gripping your jaw and squeezing your cheeks together. You are both silent, the tension shooting higher than ever.

You go to grab his hand and you are immediately caught by his other hand. He grips your wrist tightly, but not painfully. Noah's eyes change into dangerous slits and a playfully evil smirk takes over his features.

"The way that you have been torturing me has been driving me insane," Noah whispers into your ear. You want to collapse on the spot.

He begins walking you slowly backwards.

"You've been such a fucking brat, too, getting me hot for you at the worst times..." His hot breath fans your face, your own breath quickening in pace.

"The only thing I can think about is how I'm going to having you praying to me when I'm done ravaging you." You feel your hips hit the desk behind you.

"Noah..." you whisper.

He pulls at your face until you're eye to eye with him. He chuckled darkly.

"That's my fucking name," he growls into your ear. "And you're never going to forget it."

His hands leave your face and your wrist. Gripping your hips, he lifts you onto the desk and shoves you on it. He pulls you against his own hips, and his left hand rises to tangle in your hair.

Noah's cologne invades your senses, addicted to the scent. He tugs at the strands, inflicting a raspy moan from you. "How beautiful," Noah mumbles, helping himself to your inviting lips.

You both kiss as if life were going to end. His fingers flex against your clothed hips, pulling at your shirt and caressing you. Your tongues slipped against each other, nipping and suckling at each other's lips.

You wrapped your legs around Noah's hips, pulling him closer. Noah pulls away from your lips. Smirking, he pulls up your shirt with ease and tossed it away somewhere on the floor behind you.

"Such pretty, pretty tits..." he drawls, giant hands cupping them and he flicks a nipple. You gasp. Noah moves up your body, leaning over to envelope a taut nipple into his warm mouth. He flicks at it with the tip of his tongue and you moan quietly.

He pops off of you and smirks wickedly, and feigns a look of concern. "Is that just too much pleasure for you? Should I stop?"

"N-no! No, please, don't stop," You almost choke.

Noah stands. His bulge is prominent against his sweatpants and you almost drool. It seems so big and you can't focus on anything but the need you feel. Your core is hot and you squirm.

"Such a needy fucking slut." He pulls your body forward, running a hand oh-so-low but not enough.

You mewl as his fingers creep to your covered pussy and slowly tease the bud.

"Mmm.." you groan and Noah chuckles.

"Like that, babygirl?"

You nod.

"Too bad." Noah stops and you whine. "Enough of that. Strip,"

"Yes, sir."

Noah chuckles. "Such good manners for me. So desperate."

By now, you're a puddle of pleasure and you want it to swallow you whole. Noah sits on the edge of the bed as you peel your pants off your shaking legs. You remove your panties, tossing them aside.

"So pretty," he comments. "Come here and lay across my lap."

You obey, positioning yourself across his lap.

"Before we begin, is this something you're okay with me doing to you?"

"Absolutely," you confirm. "I can take it."

Noah hums in understanding. "Such arrogance. You will learn."

His hands begin to touch and caress the flesh of your behind, shaking the cheeks and watching them jiggle with satisfaction. He rubs in slow circles. His hand leaves your ass, forming a cup-shape, and crack.

The first spank stings, and you gasp out. His hand returns to rub the welt.

"Here's how this is going to go. You will get five spanks for our first time. This is your punishment for being such a slut," he rubs slowly. "If you fail to complete the spanking, I'll fuck your mouth. I won't stop if you choke or gag."

You whimper and nod your head.

"I'm glad you understand. If you succeed, princess, I'll have a taste of you for myself."

You mewl, squirming in his lap. "Now, now," he warned you. "Count for me." You nod frantically, wanting so desperately to please him. Although, you wouldn't complain if you failed the test.

The first two spanks were easy. His hand fell on tandem and you dutifully stated each number with each gasp and whimper he pulled from you. You really didn't think you could fail, how could you? Sure, it stung a little, but you could handle it.

As "three" fell from your lips, the usual soothing rub came to ease the sting.

"Everything okay, princess?"

"Yes, sir."

"May I proceed?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he whispered, making you squirm. He chuckled darkly. He pulled apart your cheeks, and leaned down. "Mmm, princess... so wet for me. Oh, I bet you're just aching. Let me help you..."

Noah dipped his fingers in between your legs. His fingers slid between the wet folds and you jolt. His other hand keeps you still and you're left victim to his merciless tease. He softly rubs into your wet heat and you're left mewling against his leg, head hanging.

Noah rubs the tip of his middle finger into your clit. "How's that?"

You nod frantically, unable to speak against his onslaught. At your response, he removes his fingers from your heat and resumes the next spank. The fourth spank is rougher and harder than the last.

"F-four!" You cry out, struggling to hold the composure that remained. "P-please, Noah, I--"

"Hush," he demanded. He caressed the welt, the red marks on your ass much to his liking. "One more for me, princess. You can do it."

Without any warning, Noah's fingers slip once again against your heat. Only this time, he doesn't relent. He teases and pinches your clit and you squirm, earning a dark chuckle from him.

Noah slides his fingers up to your entrance and sinks one finger inside of you and you moan.

"Noahhh, this isn't fair!"

"Be quiet, and don't you dare cum, or you lose," he threatens, and you obey with whimper after whimper as he pumps his finger in and out of you.

He adds another finger, and begins assaulting your clit with the other hand. You're an absolute mess against his lap, his fingers scissoring inside you and rutting against your g-spot. Bliss and pleasure overwhelms you, getting close to the brink as Noah's fingers continue to pump into you, faster and harder.

Your whimpers begin to form into cries, pleading for him to let you cum. Your eyes begin to roll back and you're trying to push back onto his fingers to get more from him.

"You like that baby?" He whispers in your ear. "Gonna cum?"

You nod, mouth agape. Noah smirks and removes his fingers entirely. You groan in frustration, and, as sly as he is, catches you off guard with the fifth and final spank.

Your brain almost can't comprehend the pleasure your body feels, the sting sending you into shock and you almost forget your task.

"F-f-five..." you stutter.

His large, long hands caress both cheeks of your ass and a kiss is planted onto the red welt on the swell of it.

"You're such a good, good girl, princess. I'm impressed. Good job," Noah praises you. "Lay down on your back for me."

You slowly get up and crawl onto the hotel bed mattress and lie down on the cushiony pillows.

"Spread your pretty legs, don't be shy."

You let your legs fall apart, spread against the sheets. Noah sucks in a breath and hums in satisfaction. He crawls up the bed to you, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside as you had. Your eyes feast on the tattoos covering his body.

"God, princess, you're so fucking wet," you moan at his words and he dives in. Noah's tongue licks a wet stripe up your core from your entrance to your clit. You cry out, hands immediately finding his hair. Noah hums and you quiver, the vibrations stimulating you.

He licks into your folds with fervor, as if he hadn't eaten all day. His tongue dances and pokes at your entrance, pleasure spiking and you're squirming against his mouth. Noah laps at your clit, boldly taking the bud into his mouth and sucking at it. He then takes it into his mouth, swirling the sensitive area against his tongue, dancing in circles.

"Noah!!" you cry.

You arch your back, eyes rolling back as you grip his hair and pull, and he groans. Noah adjusts his position, shoving your legs up and he dives deeper into your pussy. He shoves his tongue up into it, swirling it and shaking his head like a rabid dog. You're practically crying out, thrusting against his face and leaving it a wet mess.

Offering you his fingers again, he dives against your clit once more, nipping at it and sucking it; this time, he aids his mouth with his fingers. Thrusting two digits in, his long fingers find your g-spot again. He mercilessly pokes at it, unrelenting with his tongue and fingertips. You're moaning and a mess and it's almost too much.

Your eyes see nothing but stars in the back of your head and you're moaning loudly. You cum and rut onto his mouth. "Fuck, fuck," you gasp.

Noah pops off of your pussy. "Tastes... so good..." he gasps. "I want more."

"I want you so bad, Noah," you whine. "I want you to fuck me."

"What a dirty mouth," he comments, stinking a finger in your mouth as he caresses your jaw. You wrap your lips around his finger and lock eyes with him. You suck and lock eyes with him. He smiles, and removes his finger.

Noah removes his pants and slides his boxers down his slim legs. The only thing you can do is lay there, mouth agape at the beautiful artwork before you. You bite your lip, you just can't wait.

He comes back to you, and you gasp in surprise when he forces your legs against your chest. Noah captures his lips in yours and lines his cock up with your entrance. He wastes no time in sinking in slowly. Due to your wetness, he slides in easily and sinks in as far as he's able. You're both gasping and long moans escape from your mouths and the intense heat between each other's legs.

He begins to move slowly, enjoying the teasing ways your walls grip his cock, threatening to take him deep.

"Fuck, baby... your pussy is just so fucking wet..." he mumbles. A low groan erupts from him, eliciting a moan from you.

His pace begins to quicken and he ruts in deeper. He just can't help himself when you give him the go-ahead by moaning louder.

Pretty soon, the room is filled with explicit sounds from the two of you. The sound of skin slapping fills the room and you're moaning. You're both mumbling the dirtiest phrases to each other, getting each other hotter and higher.

"Fuck" is the only word you chant as he thrusts into you like his life depends on it. He's fucking you hard and unforgiving.

"This pussy is mine," Noah growls into your ear, and you moan.

"Noah!!" You cry as his pace picks up, desperate and greedy. Skin slaps skin, near stinging, relentless. You can't help it when you cum, creating such a sinful sight for Noah as your wetness coats your legs and his cock.

He growls. "Fuck, I'm not done with you yet!" He pulls out and turns you over into doggy, pushing your stomach down and pulling your ass into the air.

He enters you again, finding his rhythm. Pulling you back against his hips in every thrust.

"Take me, take me, take me," you cry out.

Noah groans, picking up his pace. He twists his fingers into the strands of your hair, pulling your head back. He pounds into you, and at this angle the pleasure is overstimulating as his cock hits your spot over and over. He pulls you further back, forcing you to rise to your hands, the pace unforgiving and tears fall down your cheeks.

"Noah!" You cry once more.

Juices run down your legs as you cum one more time, but Noah doesn't seem to be done. You're worn out and fucked into bliss, drooling against the pillow. You can't think and your voice is hoarse.

He groans loudly, letting you know he's almost ready. You push back on his cock and he growls. Wrapping a hand around your throat and squeezing gently, he begins fucking in quick ruts. "Fuck, princess, (Y/N)!"

He pulls out of you, his cock glistening and pulsing as his cum shoots out in pearls against your stomach. You moan, but Noah isn't done.

His hand goes to your clit and he smirks. You cry out at the fast quick pace he uses on you, his fingers insert inside of you to smash against your g-spot in one final assault.

"Cum, (Y/N), one more for me," he insists. He doesn't stop, and quickens his pace.

"Noah, please!" You beg, too overstimulated and sensitive.

He doesn't listen, yet urges you towards an orgasm that feels like a tsunami coming for you.

It happens before you can stop yourself, your cum coming out in such a powerful wave that you squirt a little, making such a mess.

This absolutely pleases Noah and he smiles. "Perfect." He kisses your cheek. "You are wonderful." He praises.

You both lay there, panting and laughing, praising one another.

"Shower?"

"I think so."

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens cult #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #noah smut #the Shower Scene Noah

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firenati0n · 2 months

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several sentence sunday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you to @dumbpeachjuice @happiness-of-the-pursuit @wordsofhoneydew @tailsbeth-writes @bigassbowlingballhead @itsmaybitheway @sherryvalli @nocoastposts @getmehighonmagic @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @junebugclaremontdiaz @orchidscript @kiwiana-writes for the tags :) <3

the words i have for this week are from the fic i posted today YEEHAW! part 2 of fingers in mouths, a fic titled keep me up all night / i wanna scratch your surface

another lil M rated baby, 1.3k, a sunday snack if you will. chomp chomp. SIX SENTENCES EXACTLY, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT!

The silence blankets them, the darkness a comfort as Henry pulls them both down, with Henry settling on the cushion and Alex slotting into his lap, their favorite place to be. Right here, on worn seats, silvery starlight caressing Henry’s features, bringing his curves and angles to life: the arch of his brow, the slope of his nose, the cut of his cheekbone, the slice of his jaw. Alex’s fingers drift over each of his favorite landmarks on the topography of Henry’s body, charting a path he follows with his mouth, an explorer forever seeking treasure, never satisfied. He feels Henry sigh under him, relaxing into the couch, body going pliant. Alex traces the tip of his thumb lightly across the plush curve of Henry’s lower lip, barely resisting the urge to press inside, before leaning down to capture it with his mouth, digging his teeth in to elicit the usual response—Henry curving up into him like a reflex, his body an instrument Alex is determined to master how to play. He soothes the bite with his tongue before dragging his lips down the column of Henry’s throat, whispering his name like a benediction, letting it sit between them in the dark, giving it the space it needs to thrive.

xoxo roop

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#roop writes #fic: fingers in mouths #rwrb #rwrb fic #fics #hope you love xoxo #several sentence sunday

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cowboycakes · 2 years

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I want to ride Johnny until I cry out in orgasmic bliss like a coyote howling to the full moon.

ah, my first johnny ask 😊 when i tell you this is the realest shit i've ever heard... and that simile is so poetic. yeehaw. i love it.

★ RIDING JOHNNY JOESTAR ★

MINORS DNI (18+)

Warnings: nsfw. sub johnny. afab reader. dacryphilia, slight cockwarming, nipple play, unprotected sex/creampie, leaving hickeys. johnny likes to be praised, sex is on the fluffier side. i'm a johnny dickrider idc idc idc. porn without plot, unedited.

WC: 1k

from the get-go, johnny's whining. even when you first sink down on him. when you're still adjusting yourself on his cock, he's already breathing erratically and squinting his eyes. he lets out a low sigh when you bottom out, overtaken by the warmth that swallows his cock.

he can't stand the fact that this feeling has to end later.

you sit on him for a moment, unmoving, relishing in the slightly painful stretch that his pretty cock is giving you. you let him know how great he feels, and take some time to play with a blonde curl in his hair - he loves it when you dote on him during sex.

you start off slow for him, easing yourself up and down on his length. the mattress squeaks at the shifting of your weight.

johnny sucks in air through gritted teeth, then lets out sweet, low moans through parted lips. he can't keep his mouth shut, not even if you begged him to.

he's not sure how to occupy his hands because the feeling of your pussy strangling his cock is enough to make him lose any and all direction. he'll clutch the sheets with sweaty palms, then he'll brace himself with one hand against the headboard behind him while you roll your hips down onto his cock, pushing the two of you rhythmically back and forth on the bed.

"johnny..." you moan repeatedly with each thrust you give him.

the sound of his name on your lips turns his face beet red.

you decide to speed up, giving him the hint that you can take the reins. he anchors his hands on your hips and follows your motions.

the room fills with the wet slapping sounds of your pelvis bouncing off of his... and johnny's moans only get louder, more guttural and untamed. he can't help but writhe underneath you. he's trying to contain himself, but his eyes can't leave your tits as they bounce with the rise and fall of your body onto his, and his cock is so goddamn sensitive right now...

so, of course he's gonna start crying, and its all your fault. you feel too fucking good, and he's doing everything in his power to make this last. he desperately doesn't want to cum yet. he craves the feeling of his body inside of yours, in a state where the two of you as close as you can be... he doesn't want it to be over.

you notice the small teardrops that once pricked the corners of his eyes have now welled up and spilled over, streaming over his reddened cheeks. his thick, delicate lashes stick together as he tries to bat the tears from his eyes.

he's gorgeous when he cries - almost angelic. his glassed-over blue irises and furrowed blonde brows bring about an innocence to him that he doesn't always possess. its hard to feel bad for making him sob underneath you when he looks this fucking pretty while he does it. the urge to nurture him hits you anyway.

"you alright, johnny?" you ask, using the pad of your thumb to wipe a hot tear off his cheek.

"uh huh... don't fucking stop..." he chokes through his sobs. "please- don't stop..."

you let tender fingers caress the side of his face. he turns his head towards your hand a bit, attempting to leave small kisses on your palms.

you can feel your orgasm winding up as a pleasure deep inside of you arises. your abdomen and thighs contract, and the walls of your cunt twitch around johnny's cock, which drives him fucking nuts.

he finds the strength to sit up a bit, to give you the leverage to take him even deeper and chase your orgasm.

the two of you take turns letting your mouths roam over each other's upper bodies while in this new sitting position. you sloppily kiss him at first, and he melts into your touch. your kisses morph into painful blue marks all over his neck and collar bones. he whines at the residual pain - he'll still be whining about it when he looks in the mirror tomorrow morning and those bruises still stain his skin.

he follows your lead once you're done with him - taking his open mouth over your chest, smearing his baby blue lipstick and drool all over your tits. he pays special attention to your hardened nipples. he pushes his face into your tits and sucks on them, hard, causing you to whine about how much you love the feeling of his mouth on your body. you push into him and wrap your arms around his back, bringing the two of you into an intimate, warm embrace while you fuck desperately down into his lap.

even though his mouth is preoccupied, his moans haven't stopped. you can feel his lips vibrating into the tender skin of your breasts. he takes little pauses to breathe and curse when he feels the head of his cock hit your cervix.

he takes his lips off of you and throws his head back when he's about to cum. an open-mouthed look of ecstasy is painted on his face, his skin shines with sweat and tears.

he's letting out high-pitched panting sounds.

"a-are you going to..." he breathes "cum on my cock?"

"i'm close, johnny..." you squeak. "are you-"

"mmmh... f-fuck!" is all he can muster.

he empties himself inside of you, panting as his hips twitch sporadically against yours. the warm rush of his seed fills you up. you continue fucking his cum into your cunt until your own orgasm hits.

you collapse into johnny as a string of cries pours out of your mouth. he guides the two of you down flat onto the mattress. both of your minds are blank. your bodies, limp.

he uses a weak hand to attempt to wipe his cum that spills down your thighs and over his cock. you respond by wiping the stray tears that trail down his face.

johnny will tangle you in the sheets after he's got you cleaned up. he'll hold you for however long you're going to let him.

author's note: anon, you didn't ask for all this but FUCK I WANT TO RIDE HIM SO motherfuckn BAD like you do not understand. this was horribly self-indulgent IM SORRY. i thought this would be a quick lil scenario but it turned into this very fast. so fast it did not even make it to the wips page. because that's what johnny does to me ig...

thanks for reading! i appreciate every like, comment, and rb y'all send my way. i especially appreciate it when you guys ramble in the tags about what you liked. its cute.

requests/thirsts for jjba and my inbox are open, as usual :)

#jojos thirsty adventure #johnny <3 #johnny joestar x reader #johnny joestar smut #jojo x reader #jjba x reader #jojo smut #jjba smut #sbr x reader #sbr smut #steel ball run smut #jojo's bizarre adventure smut #johnny joestar x you #johnny x reader #tw: praise kink #tw: praise #tw: dacryphilia

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haddonfieldwhore · 4 months

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i don’t dance - matthew tkachuk

matthew tkachuk x fem!reader

summary: while on a road trip with your best friend, he shows you around calgary, including his favourite country bar

warnings: drinking, language, nsfw themes/implied smut, i’ve been thinking about cowboy matt a lot lately, idk how to line dance so i apologize in advance

word count: 1.9k yeehaw matt playlist 🎧

“matty, you’re joking right?” you pleaded hopefully, looking at your best friend who stood before you, a black cowboy hat atop his head.

“you know what they say - when in…calgary,” he replied with a toothy grin.

“i think the phrase is ‘when in rome, genius,” you both laughed. but you were not in rome, you were in calgary alberta, and matthew had spent his entire day off showing you around the city he spent so many years calling home. you knew matt had loved his time with the flames, but florida was home now; and he was off to a great start with the panthers, as well as enjoying the warm weather.

you and the tkachuks had grown up down the street from eachother in st.louis, and while you were closer to his sisters age, you had always been closest with matthew. you had visited him in calgary a few times, but hadn’t spent a ton of time there while he lived there. when he told you he was moving to florida, you went with him, tired of being so far away from your best friend.

“it’s a country bar, i have to dress the part,” he argued. matty had shown you the arena, the house where he had lived when he was with the flames, and various landmarks around the city. the final stop on your tour was a bar that he insisted on dragging you to, despite your known aversion for country music.

“i’m not really sure it’s my scene,” you sighed, looking through your suitcase for anything remotely appropriate to wear tonight. it was surprisingly warm out despite being late in the evening, so you settled on some cutoff denim shorts and a tight, low cut t-shirt that showed off your cleavage. you got dressed in the bathroom of the hotel room you and matt were sharing, a little nervous as you looked at yourself in the mirror. over the years you had developed a small crush on the curly haired boy you had known for so long; and you secretly hoped he thought you looked hot as you adjusted your shorts one more time before heading back out.

“is this okay?” you asked, the way matthews breath caught in his throat as he turned around going unnoticed. his eyes traveled up your bare legs and over your chest before meeting your gaze, giving you a smile and hoping you hadn’t realized he was checking you out.

“you look great,” he smiled, and you felt a bit relieved. “now if you had some cowboy boots-“

“no way in hell. not even you could get me to wear those, matty. nice try though,” you laughed, pushing his chest softly as you walked by to put in you shoes. he silently wondered what you had meant by ‘not even you’, but didn’t question it, instead grabbing his red flannel shirt and throwing it in over his tshirt before following you out the door, trying not to think about how good your ass looked in those tiny shorts. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all, he thought.

•

to say you were nervous walking into the bar was an understatement, and while you had tried your best to dress the part, you were worried you would stick out like a sore thumb. you slid your hand into matthews, and his heart skipped a beat as he pulled you behind him into the building, and towards an empty table in the back. it wasn’t too busy thankfully, but there were some people dancing already, the sound of boots on the floor mixing with the music and chatter.

“relax, why are you so nervous?” he laughed at you from across the table, reaching his hand across the table to stop yours from shaking as they sat atop the wooden surface.

“i don’t know, i just feel out of place,” you admitted.

“just breathe. you know i won’t let anything happen to you,” he smiled, amused by how nervous you were over something so small. your heart skipped a beat, and you hoped you weren’t blushing too much; but who could blame you if you were, hearing something like that.

after you and matthew each finished a few beers and the bar filled up with more people, you felt surprisingly relaxed. what was not relaxing, however, was the way your breathing stopped everytime matt’s leg brushed against yours under the table; and you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not.

“do you trust me?” he asked suddenly, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes as the corner of his mouth curled upward. you nearly choked on your drink as he glanced over at the dance floor.

“not when you look at me like that,” you admitted, but let him take your hand in his and pull you into the floor. “matty i have no idea how to dance- nevermind this kind of dancing.”

“it’s easy. if i can do it, anyone can,” he smiled. you were thankful to be off to the side of the dancefloor, with little chance of running into anyone as matt’s hands landed on your hips, his fingertips cold as they brushed against your skin where you shirt had ridden up slightly.

his breath was hot on your shoulder and he stood behind you, guiding your body forward to the music.

“you just step like this, and then to the side, tap your feet together, then step back,” he instructed, showing you slowly what to do, before the two of you repeated the steps together. “and then, when you step back this time, you can add a spin.”

your hands landed on his chest as he spun you around, and his arms circled your waist as you looked up at him. his blue eyes seemed darker thank usual as he stared down at you, but maybe it was just the shadow from his hat. did he always smell this good? you asked yourself, the close proximity allowing the scent of his cologne to reach your nose, and maybe it was just the alcohol talking, but he smelled like heaven.

“think you’ve got it?” he asked under his breath, both of you unable to break the eye contact.

“no,” you muttered. “show me again,” you requested, turning around and placing his hands back on your hips, sliding his fingertips ever so slightly into the waistband of your shorts.

“fuck,” he breathed out, so quiet you almost didn’t hear it; but you did. matt walked you through the steps again, this time leaving no space between the two of you, allowing you to feel him pressing against your backside the whole time. he spun you around, this time pulling you flush against him as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, your lips just centimetres apart.

“now what?” you asked, barely above a whisper as your chest rose and fell, the room suddenly feeling very warm.

“kiss me,” he requested, his eyes half lidded as your leaned up to capture his lips with your own. your mouths moved together, his tongue running along your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth as he held you tight. he groaned as you tugged at the curls that peeked out from beneath his hat at the base of his neck, before you both separated to catch your breath.

“do you teach all your dance partners that part or is that just me?”

“god, just you,” the words melted off his tongue as he kissed you again, biting at your bottom lip gently. “you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to kiss you.”

“maybe as long as i’ve wanted you to?”

“i don’t know - is that a long time?”

“yeah,” you breathed out as he kissed your neck. “matty-“ the words caught in your throat, your train of thought lost as you realized he had defiantly left a hickey below your jawline.

“do you have any idea how hot you look in those shorts? the light bouncing of your skin?” he whispered.

“i wore them for you,” you replied, suprised at the confidence you were finding. things were always easy with matthew, your friendship coming so naturally; you had a bond that nothing could ruin.

“jesus, you’re gonna get me into trouble.”

“why’s that?” you asked, looking up at him, barring your eyelashes innocently.

“because we’re in public right now, and i’m finding it really difficult to not rip those fucking shorts off you right here,” he admitted, his voice low.

“so take me home.” his eyes closed for a second, before he grabbed your hand and walked you back to your table of empty bottles and threw enough cash on the table to cover the tab three times. you couldn’t hide the smile on your flushed face as he dragged you out of the bar, his other hand calling an uber with his phone.

•

matthews leg shook the entire ride back to the hotel, which while in reality was only about ten minutes, felt like about three hours. his hand rested on you thigh, his calloused fingertips tracing little shapes on your skin. while still being careful not to hurt your wrist, he pulled you quickly out of the car after paying the driver and his lips were on yours the second the elevator door closed.

“matty, someone could come in any second-“

“don’t tempt me, i’ll hit the panic button and stop this damn thing-“ he nearly growled, his teeth nipping at the skin below your ear.

“relax, baby - we’re almost there,” you murmured, but silently wished that the elevator would speed up. the two of you stumbled down the hall to the doorway, matt unable to keep his hands off you the whole time, pinning you against the door as he fumbled in his pocket for the key card.

“you’re making it really hard to focus right now….” he groaned as you left a trail of kisses up the side of his neck, the door finally opening behind you and allowing matthew to push you backwards into the suite.

“is that the only thing i’m making hard?“ you asked, palming his length through his jeans that had become significantly tighter, and he nearly whimpered at your touch. usually it would take more to get that kind of reaction out of him, but you had an effect on him like no one else ever would.

“don’t tease-“ you interrupted him by connecting your lips again, trailing your hands up his chest and sliding the flannel shirt off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. his hands slid under your t-shirt and pulled it over your head. he took his hat off and placed it atop your head before attaching his lips to your collarbone, his hands reaching down to undo your shorts.

“you want this, right?” he said, his hands pausing as his eyes met yours, both of you breathing heavily.

“please, matty-“ you pulled his pelvis against yours by his belt loops and he groaned, his head falling back as his eyes closed and his mouth fell open slightly. “i need you.”

you helped eachother out of the rest of your clothes, tumbling to the bed with your lips still connected, hands wandering all over. you rolled on top of matt, straddling his lap as you admired how messy his curls had gotten from your hands tangling in his hair.

“what’s that song called again? save a horse, ride a cowboy?” you teased, and he smiled, sitting up and holding you in his lap, placing a kiss on your lips.

“i thought you didn’t listen to country music?” he smirked, adjusting the cowboy hat that still sat on your head.

“i’ve heard one or two songs in my lifetime,” you smiled as he kissed you deeply, tossing the hat aside as he rolled on top of you.

disclaimer: all screenshots, events, and/or interactions depicted in this are a work of fiction. i have no association with any parties mentioned

#matthew tkachuk x reader #matthew tkachuk fic #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl players #hockey fic #hockey #florida panthers #calgary flames #real person fiction

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deanbrainrotwritings · 10 months

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— HEARTS ON FIRE

SUMMARY : would this be considered illegal? it didn’t matter because he was the sheriff and she’s the love of his life.

PAIRING : beau arlen x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw (18+), smut, oral (f. receiving), fluff

WORD COUNT : 2.4k

A/N : song title from stretch armstrong. I love beau, he’s so close to being jensen ackles, all yeehaw and stuff. so adorable. RIP big sky, it was good. xX

“Is there a problem, Sheriff?” Y/N asked when she rolled down her window. She blinked up at him innocently, ID and driver’s licence ready in her hand, she showed it to him so he could take it before he even asked.

“L/N, Y/N?” He asked, staring down at the two cards. “Gotta say these don’t do you justice, darlin’,” he said casually, handing them back to her, then stepped back. “Step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” he ordered, putting his hands on his hips expectantly. She blinked up at him, shoved her cards into her purse and did as he asked.

“You gonna arrest me or something?” She asked, staring up at him, the sunlight casting a beautiful golden glow on his beautiful sunny skin. His freckles and the flecks in his green eyes turned to gold, shimmering like the sun through tall trees in the forest. The cowboy hat he wore, being the trees that cast a shadow on his beauty.

“Just gonna make sure you don’t have anything dangerous or illegal on you,” he clarified, making a circle with his fingers, he told her to turn around. She sighed, rolling her eyes and placed her hands on the car, her chest pressed against the cool metal. He kicked her legs open slightly and she gasped, looking at him over her shoulder with a glare. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he murmured, squatting down to pat her ankles, his hand sliding up her soft, bare legs unnecessarily.

She bit her lip, tried to stop her smile when he stood up, his hands first on her hips before travelling up her chest to squeeze her breasts. She blushed, her heart hammering in her chest. He hummed softly when he removed his hands from her body, then slapped her ass, causing her to jolt and gasp. “Sheriff!” She exclaimed with a little laugh, turning around to face him, a big playful grin on his face.

“Hey, beautiful,” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. She pushed up on her toes to meet him halfway, smiling softly into the kiss.

“You just can’t stay away, can you?” She teased, tugging him towards her, so close she was sandwiched between her car and his warm body.

“Well, one: you’re mine, so why would I want to stay away?” He asked, his thumb brushing gently against her lip, causing her to release a quiet breath. “And two: you’re incorrigible. You asked for this,” he murmured, leaning back down to give her another kiss. He licked into her mouth, swallowing a little moan she let out as her fingers tightened around his jacket.

“We should hurry, too many people depend on you,” she teased. He pulled away, licking his lips to savour the remaining taste of her mouth and watched her open the car door to the backseat.

“We can take our time, Jenny’s good with taking over if I’m late,” he grinned, slipping inside the spacious backseat with her, dropping his phone down carelessly in the front seat. She chuckled and reached over for his hat when he was distractedly shutting the door behind him.

“Still, don’t wanna keep you too long,” she replied, putting the hat over her own head, leaning her back against the door to unbutton her blouse. He crawled over to her, licking his lips, his eyes moving up her bare legs, up her body, and to her smiling face.

“I thought you’d keep me forever, however long it is,” he pouted playfully, slid his hands up her legs and under her skirt to slowly start pulling her underwear down.

“I meant from work.” She laughed, pulling her blouse out from inside her skirt, letting him take her underwear off all the way.

“Oh, thank God.” He pretended to be relieved and she rolled her eyes when he dangled them in front of her adorably, then threw them into the front seat. He kissed her calf, trailed his lips up the inside of her leg, his hand moving up the underside of her other leg to hook it over his shoulders.

His beard tickled her legs, his soft lips kissing, teeth gently biting, sucking at her velvety skin. He brought her hips forward, let her shimmy the skirt up so it was out of the way, and licked at her entrance, slowly dragging his tongue through her folds, and drew a teasing circle on her clit.

She moaned softly, took the Stetson off and threw it in the front seat to join her underwear. Her fingers carded through his soft, long hair, looking down at his beautiful face buried between her legs. His freckled cheeks were pink, his nose nudging at her clit as he pushed his tongue as deep as he could into her pussy.

“You’re so hot, Beau,” she licked her lips, her heart pounding in her chest excitedly. It was maddening, the way he wiggled his tongue inside her, touching her walls on all sides and moaning softly against her. “Fuck,” she whispered, spreading her legs more, letting his tongue slither deeper inside her.

He was practically making out with her cunt and she gazed down at him, his eyes closed, long, curled lashes prettily resting on his cheeks. His eyes opened slowly, dark green eyes meeting hers as he moved his mouth through her folds, plump and glossy lips puckered around her clit to suck softly.

She closed her eyes despite wanting to see him between her legs and brought her hands up to her breasts, pulling the lace bra down so her breasts poured out of the weak cups. He hummed appreciatively, his eyes moving from her face to her breasts, hungry eyes following the movement of her fingers teasingly brushing against her nipples until they peeked.

She arched her back, bringing one hand back down to his head to pull him closer, properly messing his hair up even more. Her fingers slipped through his hair, tugging gently, nails softly scratching against his scalp making him shiver. He pulled away from her breathlessly, started to tug his jacket off because the heat was getting nearly unbearable.

She relaxed in her seat and opened her eyes, letting her hand rest on her thigh so tempted to touch herself when he started to unbuckle his belt. His hard cock was pushing against the seam of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them as fast as he could. Her pussy throbbed at the sight of him, warmth blossoming between her legs and arousal dripping from her entrance as she watched him palm his cock impatiently.

“‘Love how you taste, Y/N,” he murmured, licking some of the arousal that made his mouth shiny. She bit her lip, a little smile growing on her lips at his words. She scooted towards him, started to undo the buttons of his shirt as he lowered his boxers and jeans down to his thighs. His cock bobbed, stiff and pretty, it rested on his stomach then she gently pushed him back.

“Beau, you are seriously, seriously hot,” she mumbled, taking his face to kiss him roughly before he could reply or laugh bashfully. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her flush against his warm body, lowered her and lifted his hips so his cock would rub against her wet folds. They moaned softly against each other's lips, her fingers pulling gently at the hairs behind his head.

She continued to roll her hips against his, trailing her lips down his neck to suck and bite at his sweet skin. Beau’s little moans and his heavy breaths only made her pussy more soppy, her slick coating his cock, making each movement swift. She teased him for a little longer, scratching her nails carefully in his scalp and kissing him again, nibbling on his bottom lip as she reached down to wrap her hand around his cock.

“Look at you, so desperate,” she chuckled, licking her lips at the sight of him completely flustered and horny. He groaned softly when she lifted her hips and jerked his cock a few times, her thumb swiping hot precum over the soft tip of his cock. His head gently hit the window and he grunted, his eyes shutting when she teasingly brought his dick to her clit, rubbing a few times before circling the leaking tip around her entrance.

“Please, sweetheart,” he groaned, his arm tightened around her waist. Her back arched and she started to sink down on him, his teeth painfully digging into his lip to hold back any sounds.

“I wanna hear you, handsome,” she moaned, slowly lowering herself and grinding down when their hips were pressed together. Beau nodded and released his lip, swallowing from the dryness in his throat due to his heavy panting. She slowly started to lift her hips and sank back down on his cock, she squirmed, walls squeezing him as she found the pace and right position to make his cock brush perfectly against her g-spot.

With her hands on his chest, she sped up, and his hands tightened around her hips, staring down at her bounce on his cock, her breasts moving up and down with her movements. His hands moved up her back slowly, pulling her forward so he could latch onto her nipples, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and his tongue lapping at the nub. She cursed softly, rode him faster and held him closer, her orgasm approaching faster than she expected, but instead of edging herself or him, she let it happen.

Her nails dug into his chest and she moaned his name, her pace becoming erratic and her thighs burning from her efforts. He bent his knees and started to meet her hips, thrusting up harshly and switching to her other breast until she came on his cock with a moan of his name.

He removed his mouth from her breasts and squeezed her closer, letting her bury her face in his neck when he came inside her with a grunt. Cursing softly he continued to thrust into her, both of them riding out their orgasm, shockwaves of pleasure almost feeling endless, until they slowed down and held each other as they caught their breaths.

“You’re amazing,” Beau whispered, gently rubbing her back and brushing his thumb softly against her hip bone. Her shoulders shook with quiet laughter and she smiled against his shoulder, nuzzling her face into his warm, freckled skin that never failed to remind her of the beauty of nature and spring.

“I think you’re pretty awesome, too, Sheriff,” she mumbled, her cheek squished against his toned skin.

“Don’t call me sheriff after we had sex in your car… right after I pretended to stop you and patted you down,” he laughed softly, kissing her head affectionately.

“That was really sexy, Beau,” she smiled, then lifted her head to gaze down at him and to be greeted by his beauty once more. His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks were tinted pink, his lips red and swollen and wet with saliva. God, he looked so beautiful all fucked out, especially with his messy hair and his shirt opened up.

“Well, as much as I’d like to stay here with you, darlin’, I’m afraid I have to get to work.” Beau pressed his lips against hers and lowered his head to kiss the top of her breasts, cursing softly when that made her walls spasm slightly. He could resist her, trailed his lips up to her neck and behind her ear to suck a mark. His teeth grazed her skin and she shivered, once agains behind her hand to the back of his neck.

“You were working,” she reasoned breathlessly, “I could’ve had something dangerous or illegal.” He chuckled against her neck and kissed her lips again, his tongue pushing into her warm mouth, rolling against her soft tongue. He blindly fixed her bra and started to button her shirt up again, pulling away breathlessly when she started to move off his lap slowly.

She hummed softly and he groaned, watching his now limp cock rest on his stomach, wet and covered in a mixture of their release. His lips parted and he looked up at her, watched her reach into the front seat to pick up her underwear, her ass tempting him for another slap. He easily gave in, his hand meeting the fleshy area, loud and resounding, and making her moan and jolt forward in surprise.

“Couldn’t resist.” He chuckled when she blinked over at him and busied himself with shoving his cock into his boxers, fixing himself as best as he could in the space of her backseat. “Don’t have anything to clean yourself up with?” He asked, watching her start to slip her underwear on.

“I like how it feels to have your cum inside me,” she pouted, pausing for a moment before continuing to slide them up her thighs. His heart leaped at her lewd words and he cursed softly, staring at her with the urge to pounce on her again. When his phone started to ring, he looked away from her hesitantly.

“Fuck,” he muttered, reaching over to retrieve his phone he saw Jenny’s name and groaned, giving Y/N a glance. She was tugging her shirt into her skirt and he chewed on his lip before answering. “Yeah, Hoyt?” He asked, putting his phone on his shoulder, craning his head awkwardly to hold it in place so he could button his shirt up again.

Y/N stared at him curiously, then a little fond smile grew on her lips and he blushed despite himself. She reached over to grab his Stetson and his jacket, holding it and signally with her head for him to start heading out as he listened to Jenny speak about a little crime scene.

He quietly shut the car and tucked his shirt into his jeans as Y/N made her way around her car, Stetson on her head, jacket thrown over her shoulder, just so she could do his belt when she got to him. He smiled at how adorable she looked, hung up on Jenny when the conversation was over and kissed Y/N on her forehead. His lips lingered and he took the Stetson, pulling away from her to run his fingers through his hair to fix the sexed-up mess before putting it on.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he told her, taking his jacket.

“You never are.” She smiled up at him, her eyes squinting cutely from the sunshine. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately, his body becoming a puddle of warmth and affection just feeling her kiss back with her hands on his belt.

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naturesapphic · 3 months

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gonna request some cowgirl!wanda x gn!reader where she comes by reader's house on horseback and r is completely in love with her

New partner in town

Cowgirl!wanda maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff and cowgirl!wanda being a complete sweetheart

It was a beautiful day outside. The sun was out and there was a bit of wind to keep down the heat. You were out of your house, tending to the animals when you hear horse hooves in the distance coming your way. You looked up confused and saw a girl you’ve never met before, riding a beautiful black midnight horse. Your breath got caught in your throat at the beauty that his random woman shows and you felt your knees weaken when she stops near you.

She steps off the horse and walks over to you, giving you a friendly smile. “Well howdy there sugar. My name is Wanda. Wanda maximoff.” She said sweetly and held out her hand to shake yours. “It’s nice to meet you Wanda. I’m guessing you are new here in town?” You asked her as you shake her soft yet firm hand and give her a shy smile which she slightly smirks at. “I sure am. My family and I moved here from Louisiana.” She said as she put her thumbs in her front pockets, giving you a sweet smile that makes your knees buckle.

“That’s great! What brings y’all down here?” You questioned softly and she gave you a small smile. “We wanted to start over…our farm didn’t do well and we needed new land and a whole new place where we could. So we decided to move here and I’m glad we did…or else I wouldn’t meet a sweet thing like yourself.” Wanda winked which caused you to blush red like a apple. A sudden barking interrupted y’all’s conversation and your dog comes running up to Wanda wagging his tail at her. “Well who’s this?” Wanda smiled as she bent down and started petting him. “This is butter nut squash, but we call him butternut, butter, nut, or sometimes shithead.” You said sheepishly as Wanda let out a huge belly laugh.

“That’s an adorable name. Cute and adorable just like her mama.” Wanda said smirking as you shifted in your spot nervously. Wanda stood up and looked down on her watch which caused her to slightly frown. “I hate to run but I’m supposed to help my pa and brother with some chores. I’ll see you later yeah? I’m down a few miles away from your house if you ever want to stop by sugar.” Wanda winked and took a bow while taking off her hat in the process. “I’ll see you later darling.” She stated and went back on her horse and rode away. You just stood there, mesmerized by her. Fuck.

A/n: I didn’t exactly know how to end it sofmdkdkd but I hope y’all enjoy the first imagine of cowgirl!wanda. Requests are open for her and for my other characters I write. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here’s my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all!

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uniformbravo · 1 month

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since i've spent the past few days essentially staring at nothing but natsuyuu volume covers i thought it'd be so fun and silly to try and redraw them all from memory tee hee. all 30 (thirty) (三十) of them!!! wheee!!!!

i haven't actually looked at them next to the originals yet so guess what time it is!!!! LET'S COMPARE

starting with volume 1. iconic. show stopping. masterpiece. the mona lisa of natsuyuu SURELY i reproduced every single detail perfectly such that it kickstarts my career as a forgery artist RIGHT

well feast ur eyes

(im using the english volumes for comparison btw they have a good clear view of the art)

CAN U TELL WHICH IS WHICH OOO THEYRE SO ALIKE BET U CANT!!! SPOT THE DIFFERENCE LEVEL 1000 WHICH ONE DO U SHOOT

all i remembered for this one was GREEN and it's not even the right shade of green ajgosugdjfkdgj i even made the fuckin. what do u call it. i'll just say yukata??? I MADE IT GREEN AND ITS SUPPOSED TO BE RED i stg if u held a gun to my head & asked if there was any red on vol 1 i'd be DEAD

but i remembered the book of friends is like. weirdly purple? ok well in this pic it looks p gray BUT ON OTHER COPIES...... IF U UP THE SATURATION GKSJKDNFKDG

why is nyanko sensei smack dab in the middle HUH i couldve sworn he was bottom left this is so fucked up and scary. haunted manga volume??????? i bought it from a grarage sale idk you guys-

at least natsume's pose is like kind of right but also that's most definitely a complete accident i can ASSURE u (im rereading this the next day and the pose isnt even CLOSE what are u TALKING ABOUT)

anyway can i just fucking point out the kanji on the book of friends bc that is from MEMORY YEEHAW here's what it's Supposed to look like: 友人帳

LIKE even tho i got the last one wrong ITS LIKE STILL PRETTY CLOSE??? i think i deserve 100 points for this objectively

MOVING ON THO....

OK NOT AS BAD AS I THOUGHT SURPRISINGLY im actually like. i thought i bombed this one completely but liKE THE COMPOSITION??? KIND OF ON POINT. KIND OF GENIUS TBH

i remembered Blue and Madara and like what else do u need rly. butterflies are optional in all scenarios imo

also i NEVER have any idea what natsume's wearing in any of these so i always just like default throw him into his school uniform LMAO u will see a pattern

why is the book of friends burgundy in this one btw. it was GRAY i mean purple definitely purple aha

ok volume 3 im actually scared for i know i fucked up SOMETHING

HGLKFKGLKFKGFN OK!!!!! OK NOT SUPER AWFUL!!!! just noticed i forgor to color the book of friends fukg

main thing i remembered abt this one was the color of natsume's... attire.... and which characters were present. whats sensei doing all the way up in the top corner tho 0/10

return of the school uniform lmaooooo hm. irrelevant who cares plus didnt ask. all things considered this wasn't as bad as i thought. THE NEXT ONE HOWEVER,

hsngjfgnfjn okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

sensei's way cuter in this one than i realized wait wtf this cover's cute af how did i never notice. underrated cover -10 @ me. look at his lil BLEP >:O!!!!!!!

i knew there was some fuckshit going on w the yukata in this one ourhg i was just like hehe greeennnn also sensei's there. my work here is done

what is natsume's pose even hgnkg i was straight up making shit up at this point LIKE the first 6 or so covers are SO hard for me to distinguish in my head i should get a free pass for the poses in all of them like i can do whatever i want IM the artist now

oh god whats next vol 5

OK!!!! like a straight 5/10 TBH i literally forgot i was planning on rating these LMAO

i remembered the like white v-neck shirt thing and his pose kind of??? i had NO idea what to do for the yukata tho i just made it orange and u know what?? close enough. my rule of thumb is just like pick a color and then throw flowers all over it u cant go wrong

taki looks so much more mysterious on the original and also wearing a skirt. i gave her a big stick bc i thought i remembered her having one in general but i think i made that up tbh wouldn't put it past me. got her hat right tho hee haw

cant believe i didn't get natsume's beautiful artwork tho look at that little shit sensei up there god hes so ROUMD literally moma material

PROBABLY my best one yet uhhhh but i maybe cheated JUST a little for this one ITS LIKE BARELY CHEATING STOP BOOING ME

as i was toying w the idea of doing this redraw thing i was still working on collecting my Images and Pictures so i kinda started taking note of a few small things here & there and one of them was just. the general gist of this cover SO LIKE that's why it's so good LOL

forgor the flowers tho. i literally forget everything that isn't a character like immediately BUT OK CUT ME SOME SLACK like after a point the covers start being whole ass scenes which are SO much easier to remember shit abt than the fuckin Green Void (p sure this is the last green void cover tho)

8/10 composition is gr8 but details like the shirt & the yellow flowers are wrong, also the stick is backwards. i literally looked up what that thing is called and forgot already tee hee

OK WE'RE NOT DONE W THE GREEN VOID I REPEAT-

fuck dude. fuck. i rly thought vol 6 was the last one LOL not to spoil but as i was grabbing these images i saw a Preview of what's to come and the green void lasts until fuckign volume TEN LOL collapses onto the ground and dies

so erhermrm this is vol 7 lolllll i remembered the bg flowers this time can u believe hahaha distracts u from the fact that LITERALLY everything else is wrong auhghg

u know what the green void turned into bushes and i think that's beautiful.... like points for creativity on my part tbh. like to be completely honest. 3/10 i got the characters right

YO????? GATE CONFIRMED LET'S GO?????? it's definitely the school gate but i choose to believe natsume & tanuma r in jail for crimes and u should too

actually this is shockingly accurate for how much i goddamn struggled w this one gkjsldkg the CHARACTERS are right the OUTFITS are right SENSEI'S THERE urgh i knew one of these covers had tanuma holding sensei like that but i couldn't remember Which

i can't believe i actually got tanuma's pose that close i rly thought i was bullshitting w that one wtf. +5 points instantly

do u like how i just scribbled sensei wherever lmaoooo i drew natsume & tanuma & went like. i think sensei's in this one. PLOP

6/10 honestly closer than i thought

OK........ I SEE........ literally dies

this one i was getting MASSIVELY confused w vol 4 bc i could remember nothing distinct abt either of them except Green and natsume w Big Doggie

i remembered the BARE essentials of the composition but not much else... since i thought the green void was gone i put the green i remembered into natsume's yukata (and then put him in the school uniform again LOL) and went WELP. GUESS I'LL DIE NOW

2/10 honestly one of the worst fucking ones lskdjflsdkg

OK THIS ONE.... i almost died irl trying to remember this shit, even before i started and i was still viewing the covers i was like there is no way in HELL im remembering this shit for vol 10. and i was right

like. Purple. White Mask. Antlers. WILD layered clothing. at first i drew the mask as an actual deer skull but later had a straight up epiphany and redrew it like that which... still not correct but I MEAN.... IT'S PRETTY GOOD

i cant believe most of the purple is the bg oughgh his clothes are WHITE..... this is fucked up. i DID remember the stick tho, bells and everything!! actually bells and nothing else!!!

7/10 ok it might seem high but CONSIDERING this design..... i think i did shockingly well TBH

NOT...... the worst...... one....... i could've sworn he was sitting on a pile of books this is so sad that woulda been so cute 😭

for a second when i saw the real cover again i thought he was sitting ON the bookshelf and i was about to RIOT but its okay it's a step stool. still physically possible

my version of natsume here is so much more like Proper gksld he looks like a school boy... studying in the academy's library... hardworking student.... but no the real one is just sitting there like a wet puppy orz he's not even READING i rly thought he was reading. this is such a huge L

cannot fucking believe i was right abt the window tho. like wrong shape but the fact that it's even there.... giving myself a whole ass point for that one

5/10 i rly thought i nailed this one gksgndfkj

also RIP TO THE GREEN VOID U WILL NOT BE MISSED o7

ah shit ok. well one of them was in the school uniform at least fjgugjdkf

why is my natsume lying there like hes abt to start a therapy session, boy would NEVER-

also the plushie hmnmhnmhngnf i dont KNOW i knew there was some kind of prop there but like gun to my head i woulda died again. main colors that stood out to me for this were green and that bluish purple so i got those into mine but i mean. well u can see

once again a random window in the bg i got correct let's gooooo 5/10

LMAO SPITS OUT MY DRINK WHOOPSIE!!!!!!

this is so fucking bad im choking im gurgling LOLLLL i was SO sure natsume's paper had an eye on it i was POSITIVE this is so fucked up. i mean obvs i picked that up from sensei but like i didn't even KNOW sensei was there. or that there were bg characters at all uuuuuououohghh (matoba ignored +5)

i was like. black yukata red flowers CHECK piece of paper w eye CHECK horns CHECK i even went back and edited the horns to be more accurate i was so proud of myself sobs

ok but i knew it was shit trasjh when those were the ONLY details i could remember bc obviously there was gonna be more going on I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH MORE.....

straight up dookie/10 no jk fr like 3/10 @ me u need to use ur EYES

OK..... I WAS VERY CONFIDENT ABT THIS ONE..... except for his outfit i knew i was bullshitting that BUT I THOUGHT I NAILED THIS ONE....... the one fucking time i didn't just default to his uniform LMFAO

even remembered the pink flower ball smh and for WHAT. i knew he was sitting in a pile of plushies & blankets or smth but no way in HELL was i even gonna attempt to draw them with a speck of detail. but HEY the plushie i drew for vol 12!!! i knew he existed Somewhere. he doesn't even have a horn tho thats so fucked up i thought he did

obviously the most striking thing abt this cover is the bg w that deep burgundy & the circular window so that was the main thing i nailed down right away (my palette was more muted tho). also natsume sitting there w paper in his mouth but i thought he was mid return when rly hes playing like keep-the-balloon-off-the-floor or whatever the fuck he's doing. i love u natsume

(if i thought he was in the middle of returning a name WHY didn't i include the actual book of friends flksglkd automatic fake fan/10)

8/10 this was like my ace in the hole i was like if i got nothing else i got U volume 14!!! and then

NOT THE FAMILY PHOTO......... FUCKING DIES

man idk shit just end me. whats even going on in this cover im gonna deck u natori. dont ask why this makes me want to commit violence hes just so. URHGHGHnH

i dont know whats happening to me rn looking at this im losing my fucking grip dude who let this happen im gonna hurl this volume into the sun??? i think???

why did i add the other two youkai i just thought they should be included but i played myself i had to draw them from memory and for WHAT. pls tell me i got them at least a little bit right i stg

it's the crossed legts dude if he was just sitting there like a board the way i drew him id be like ah shit it was just natori sitting not natsume too but he just HAS to cross his legs and the fucing elbow propped up holding the glasses im S MAD IM SO MADdestroy him

it's 1am i gotta go. i have to go. right now my mom is calling me i have to fukcng. 4/10 i got the couch colorr right. bye

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tumglr...... only allows 30 pictures per post..... bc im not on desktop? or is that a site-wide thing now. in any case this is getting long so i think im gonna split it right down the middle into 2 posts so there u go, first 15 volumes. so far my score is ermmm

well i didn't rate the first few volumes.

vol 1: 6/10 decent

vol 2: 6/10 also decent

vol 3: 5/10 composition is Scramboled

vol 4: 2/10 it's SO BAD

so now my overall score is 74/150 fjggudjofjdkgjk doing gr8!!!!!!!!!

ok bye for real ✌️

#natsume yuujinchou #ny blogging #rieley doodles #retag later #this is me fighting my demons #why did i get so mad at natori at the end kgsndksjdfk #i say yukata a lot in this post but i think the piece of clothing im referring to might actually be haori in most of these cases #i think more ppl know what a yukata is than a haori tho so im just gonna leave it #(haori is the thing that u wear over the yukata. like a. cardigan)

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fazfacts · 4 months

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THINGS I HAVE SAID WHILE PLAYING HW2

a compilation of quotes from myself & my friends have said as i played fnaf hw2 for the first time. also some motions + gestures i keep doing in-game. feel free to change as needed!

QUOTES:

❝ I finally feel like I have a dad... ❞

❝ I am TRYING to hit a baby. ❞

❝ Y'all are like real customers. You're never fucking satisfied. ❞

❝ I swear to God I got [their] order right! ❞

❝ I LITERALLY JUST FINISHED YOUR MAKE-UP. ❞

❝ What do you WANT from me?? ❞

❝ OH GOD, I'M SO SORRY. ❞

❝ I thought their name was pronounced "[___]" until somebody called them "[___]." I'm still confused. ❞

❝ You go, queen. Get that pizza!!! ❞

❝ DON'T HAVE LOW SELF-ESTEEM, THAT MAKES ME SAD! ❞

❝ Look at this! This is so pretty! ❞

❝ I can see the lobby from here! ❞

❝ I SEE YOU, BITCH. ❞

❝ [THEIR] EYES ARE GORGEOUS... ❞

❝ I'M IN LOVE. ❞

❝ Do you want a widdle kissy for your boo-boos? ❞

❝ OH GOD, STOP SCREAMING. ❞

❝ SHHHHHH. Shhhhhhh. ❞

❝ Do you know how hard it is to focus for that long? ❞

❝ Are you proud of me, [father]? ❞

❝ What am I gonna do? My [dad] still doesn't believe in me! ❞

❝ YAAAAY! ❞

❝ WAS THAT A TRANSFORMERS REFERENCE? IN GOD'S YEAR OF 2023? ❞

❝ OH MY GOD, IT'S VOLTRON. ❞

❝ Ew. ❞

❝ Why is there MOLD on everything??? ❞

❝ I, like science, am a liar sometimes. ❞

❝ Why'd you do that? ❞

❝ I wanted to hear [them] gaslight gatekeep girlboss me... ❞

❝ Don't do that!!! ❞

❝ Oh God, WHY are they doing that??? ❞

❝ STOP STANDING SO CLOSE TO ME. ❞

❝ I wish I could give you a thumbs-up. ❞

❝ My [dad] is disappointed in me...just like in real life. ❞

❝ Can I high-five you? ❞

❝ My chakra is clouded and unfocused...yeah, that tracks.❞

❝ I like that those aren't even tarot cards. ❞

❝ OH MY GOD! THAT'S MY GORL! ❞

❝ I don't know what reality is anymore... ❞

❝ Look! I found lore! ❞

❝ This takes, like, two seconds. ❞

❝ Wanna see a secret? ❞

❝ Haha, don't say that ever again. ❞

❝ It's gettin' hot in here, so take off both your arms... ❞

❝ GO AWAY, I'M FIXING SHIT. ❞

❝ I hate [___]...but I love the way they move. ❞

❝ I'm so sorry, [___]. I have the memory of a goldfish. ❞

❝ YEEHAW! ❞

❝ I'M WORKIN' HERE. ❞

❝ I know you can't tell, but I'm fingergunning you. ❞

❝ Please don't "Bite of '87" me this time. ❞

❝ I feel like I'm playing a worse version of Wii Sports. ❞

❝ CRUSH THEM CRUSH THEM CRUSH THEM! ❞

❝ I swear I'm better at [___] in real life. ❞

❝ Oh yeah! I have TWO hands! ❞

❝ If only I could use my left hand... ❞

❝ I think my blind, aimless shooting just saved my life. ❞

❝ I suddenly feel like I have reflexes. ❞

❝ Is lime sour?? ❞

(singing) ❝ My parents don't love me... ❞

❝ No, THAT song goes like "ba bum bum-bum da-nah." ❞

❝ Oh. I guess they are the same song. ❞

❝ You eat GARBAGE. You have no right to be this picky. ❞

❝ They don't like my art... ❞

❝ NOOOO! WHAT'D YOU DO TO [THEM]!? ❞

ACTIONS:

send a corresponding number; reverse muses by adding something like "+ reverse." get funky with it.

for my muse to stare at their hands, existential crisis-style, in front of yours.

for my muse to recklessly shoot a firearm.

for my muse to ferociously shove a toy in their mouth.

for my muse to do a little dance.

for my muse to furiously wave "hi!" at yours.

for my muse to gently pet your muse's head.

#rp memes #rp prompts #sentence starters #fnaf hw2 #hw2 spoilers / kinda /

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maximotts · 1 year

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I was thinking about slowly unbuttoning yeehaw Wanda’s pretty shirt and leaving kisses as you go and not being allowed to linger even though you really really want to because “you’re helping me get undressed, remember sweetheart?” which how could you forget? You just thought there was more to the invitation. Which causes the biggest pout when Wanda tugs you away after you finally take off her panties. But she coos down at you for being such a good little helper and pulls you up for a quick kiss and a promise of a treat later 🥰

I’ve been thinking about this since I got this ask and just!! YES!! So much yes!!

Imagine like, unbuttoning her flannel shirt buttons one by one and when you get low enough you’re so quick to get on your knees that Wanda decides there’s no harm in letting you have your fun for a bit.

But then you’re unbuckling her belt, making direct eye contact with your girlfriend because you know it drives her wild, the cutest little smirk on your face and she has to bite her lip so hard to stop herself from dragging you from the ground and into bed a few feet away. “You’re gonna be the death of me, darlin’.”

“I’m only helping.” Which technically ‘help’ includes getting her unwound and relaxed, right? You certainly hope so. Pushing her jeans down to her ankles means you get to see her thighs up close; thankfully Wanda lets you leave your trails of kisses over them, even petting your hair and praising you for how sweet you’re being.

You’re so hopeful when you hook your thumbs in her panties and drop those atop her pants, your mouth right at the join of Wanda’s hips when she pulls you away, “Helping me get undressed, remember sweetheart? We gotta get to the store before it closes.”

“Stupid store..” Mumbling and pouting won’t make Wanda change her mind, but she’ll at least give you a quick cuddle, manhandling you up into her lap and pulling you close as she can get. “Do we have to go?”

Wanda laughs at that, her lips giving your cheek a smooch before they met your downturned mouth, “Tell you what, if you keep being a good little helper I’ll buy you something when we’re out and I’ll give you a nice treat of my own later.”

#thinking So Heavily #anon asks.#answered.#cowgirl!wanda

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sleepyrouge · 2 years

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(you're the) devil in disguise

word count: 2k

pairing: shigaraki tomura x reader

description: shigaraki is tired, annoyed, and fed up with the goodness that you bring to the league of villains

content warnings: noncon (the reader is asleep at beginning), dubcon (just to be safe), masturbation, face fucking, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, brief mention of butt stuff, panty stealing (but shig is very brazen about it), spitting, not proofread, shig is so mean :( very dark content. 18+ mdni (and no blank blogs) or you will get blocked.

authors note: literally dreamt this up the other night and writing it helped me get out of my writing slump so yeehaw i guess

song title from the elvis song

Shigaraki hated you. He hated the day that Toga introduced you to the rest of them, just another one of her strays that needed a home. He hated how he couldn’t tell if you truly believed in their cause or just had nowhere else to go. He couldn’t stand the way you looked at him with enormous doe eyes when he was explaining a plan to you and the others. He hated the way your smooth lips parted in concentration whenever you were carrying out one of his requests. More than anything, Shigaraki hated how painfully hard your pathetic loyalty made him.

He had never felt like this, red hot anger blooming across his chest and itchy palms that he couldn’t stop clutching into fists. If only he could get you to stop, get you to realize that he was a predator that ought not to be messed with instead of someone that you inexplicably fawned over every second you could. It made his boxers tighter than he liked. No amount of stroking his hand carefully across his length could get him to settle. You and those pretty lips he kept imagining shining with his saliva. Shigaraki was supposed to be better than this.

He hoped that watching you while he jerked off would sate him. It was what compelled him to creep into the little corner of the hideout that you had made your own and watch while you slept silently. You looked out of place on the ratty mattress, thin grey blanket falling off of your body where you had pulled one of your knees into your chest. The view made Shigaraki want to whistle. Just enough of Toga’s old shirt had ridden up to where he could see a flash of your cute little underwear. Your thumb was hooked against your bottom lip, right where there was a slight dip in the middle and he could hear your soft breaths. Stupid fucking tease.

Shigaraki spat in the palm of his hand and with his other hand, pulled his boxers down around his ass. He wrapped his hand around his length and gave himself a few slow languid strokes as he took in your features in the low glow of the room. A sick grin curled onto his features at the thought of you waking up to him standing over you with his cock only inches from your face. He could see your eyes moving underneath their lids and briefly, he wondered what you could be dreaming about. Probably more ways to make his life unbearable.

His hand sped up a bit to match the pace of your breathing and Shigaraki let out a long whine despite himself. He paused for a moment and watched with satisfaction as your eyes stopped moving beneath their lids and you blinked twice as you reacquainted yourself with your surroundings. It took a moment before your eyes registered him, but by that time, Shigaraki was already stroking his cock again, milky white precum making an appearance against the tip before being swept away by his fingers.

“S-shigaraki?” You asked sleepily as you wiped a fist across your eyes. You yawned and sat up on the mattress and that was when you first registered how close you were to Shigaraki and his cock. “What’re y’doin’?” You slurred, eyes more alert now as you watched him. His grip got tighter as he stroked himself. With his free hand, he beckoned you to sit up on your knees, which you did with no qualms and he hated it. He almost keened forward, hips bucking against his fist as you still watched him with those teasing fucking lips parted. Shigaraki couldn’t take it anymore.

Delicately, he pinched your sleep puffy cheeks between his thumb and index finger and you obediently opened your mouth wider for him. He stepped forward until his ankles were impeded by the edge of the mattress and then his hand deftly moved to the back of your head, pushing you closer to him. Shigaraki watched as your tongue darted out of your still open mouth to wet your lips, dry from sleep, and that was when he took his chance to press his cock forward into your mouth. His eyes fluttered shut as he felt your warm tongue dart around his head and your cheeks hollow out around him despite the fact that he didn’t ask permission for this, that he was intruding in your space. Not that he gave a fuck, you needed to be taught a lesson. He peeled his eyes open as he felt your head start to bob up and down and he couldn’t stand the innocent look you were giving him. Like he was your savior and this was something that was permissible. He growled low in the back of his throat and swatted your hand away when you tried to wrap it around the last few inches of his cock that you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

With blunt fingernails scratching against the back of your scalp, Shigaraki held your head in place as he forced himself all the way into your mouth and past the tight muscle of your throat. He liked the way tears beaded at the corner of your eyes and the way he could feel you struggling to breathe through your nose against the coarse grey hairs on his pelvis. Even more, he liked the way you choked when he pulled all the way out of your wet and pathetic mouth and thrust all the way back in without mercy. He kept repeating the action, drunk on the way you took him so well and the tears that just wouldn’t stop falling from your eyes.

“This is all you’re good for. All you’ll ever be good for, huh?” He spoke lowly, pace quickening with the frequency of the garbled noises coming from the back of your throat. He could feel your nails scraping against his thighs and heard what he thought was a muffled mmhm from the back of your throat. He felt his stomach tightening with the quick pace and the way that your tight throat felt around his length but you still weren’t getting it. Still didn’t understand that someone like you shouldn’t be here with someone like him. Shigaraki’s eyes darted to the ceiling to try and stave off his orgasm because, after all, you felt too damn good, but when he looked back down at you with drool falling down your chin and fat alligator tears mingling with the drool, he couldn’t stop from shooting hot white strings of semen down your throat. He pinched your nose closed to make sure you swallowed it all as he took a moment to catch his breath. His toes curled and uncurled against the dirty floor. Your breath hiccuped in your raw throat as you swallowed everything that he gave you. You sat back on your haunches, thighs rubbing together salaciously, and looked up at Shigaraki expectantly while you licked the rest of his fluids off of your lips and swiped at your eyes with the back of your hand.

It pissed him off.

He manhandled you against the mattress until your face was buried into the one pillow that you had and your ass was in the air. You could feel Shigaraki moving around on the mattress behind you and let out a quiet little whimper as you grew needier for his touch and your hot cunt pushed back against nothing. You mewled again when you felt Shigaraki’s cold fingers pull your underwear to the side. Perversely, you could feel the strings of your slick following on the fabric and his long fingers slipping through them and against your cunt.

“Stupid bitch doesn’t even know that she should be scared.” Shigaraki mused more to himself than you as he pressed his middle finger into your heat and curled the digit against your stomach. Your hips rutted back against his touch and just as quickly as his finger was in you, it was gone again. Quickly, it was replaced by the pressure of his hot and heavy head pressing into your wet pussy. Your breath caught in your throat and your chest didn’t move again until Shigaraki had fully seated himself inside of you. All you could do was whimper and feel how overwhelming the stretch was, like you might catch on fire.

“Think y-you’re too big,” You mumbled against the pillow and Shigaraki harshly grabbed onto the plush skin of your hips, where your thighs bent.

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll shove it in your ass instead.” He snarled from behind you and using the palms of his hand, rocked your hips forward and pulled you back down onto his cock hard. You were squeezing him almost too tight, but he didn’t care, instead choosing to focus on the way the meat of your ass jiggled while he used you to fuck himself.

“Please, please, ‘s too big, Shig-“ You started in a high pitched whine but not before Shigaraki’s palm came down across the side of your face and pushed you down into the mattress harder.

“A stupid bitch like you can take me, ‘specially with how wet you are.” As if to prove his point, he pulled out of your soaked cunt and ran the blindingly hot tip of his cock against your slit where your ears were met with the sound of how ruined you were.

He pushed back inside of you, this time the pain slightly less and you could feel a spring tightening in your lower stomach as Shigaraki fucked you so hard and deep you thought you might never walk again. You started pushing your hips back to meet his and soon the shitty room you were in was filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and Shigaraki’s shameless moans while he used your body to meet his own ends. You could feel him thrusting against every part of you and your eyes started rolling back in your head while his thrusts got more erratic and irregular. Your moans and pleasured mewls were almost incessant and you could feel his cock beginning to twitch inside of you.

“Dumb fuckin’…bitch in heat,” Shigaraki punctuated each word with a harsh thrust right up against your cervix and then you were seeing stars, body going lax as the spring inside of you got knocked loose and flew around your body. It didn’t matter that the rest of the League could hear everything that was transpiring. You were too far gone. All you could see was white on your vision while you came down from your high. When you were almost recovered, barely able to hold your hips up while Shigaraki kept up his brutal pace, he came inside of you with no warning except the twitching of his heavy cock.

You slumped against the mattress, not entirely sure of what just happened, but relaxed against your better judgement nonetheless. You could hear Shigaraki fixing his boxers behind you, and then his cold fingers pulling your panties back over your sore cunt. Instead of feeling the mattress dip as he took his leave, you instead felt his fingers gliding over your clothed cunt and pressing the fabric deep into your entrance. You whined at the overstimulation but Shigaraki just swatted at your ass and he pulled your underwear down and off your shakey legs. It was then that you felt the mattress dip as he stood.

You started to roll over and watch him leave through your half-lidded eyes, but when you did, you were met with a warm glob of spit landing on the side of your cheek and his dark chuckles as he retreated from your space with your underwear clutched in his fingers.

#tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #tw: dark content #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #shigaraki tomura #jeni writes

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