#but this is something I'm passionate about

[moineauz]

જ⁀ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , various !

synopsis: his voice lines about you as his beloved partner

including: veritas, jing yuan, blade

side comments: dw i promise i'm working on the house of musica requests... i just wanted to do this for fun! also this is the first time I've written for jing yuan which is kinda funny. i liked writing for blade again. originally i had welt and aventurine in the mix but i wanted to post this hahaha.

extra: gn reader, angsty and fluffy moments, mentions of marriage, aventurine jumpscare later favourites: blade word count: roughly 2,085+

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎

WHO ARE THEY? I "So you're asking about my significant other? Are you shocked that I have a significant other? At the very least consider your question."

FIRST MEETINGS? "I met Professor ( Name ) when they barged into my lecture, they said they were 'lost'. Since then we had several heated debates academically. Have I lost in these debates? Several times yes, consequently making debating with them all the more... interesting. Especially considering that Professor ( Name ) has a well-rounded vault of knowledge in most subjects of academic and social relevance. Finally, a conversation worth my time.

GREETINGS? "Professor ( Name ) considers a good greeting the highest attribute. A curt smile and a cup of coffee suffice, thankfully they know when to remain silent. However, there are instances when they will talk relentlessly. Initially, I used my headpiece around them. Nevertheless, their conversations do occasionally convey subtle insightfulness and definite meaning. Gradually I have come to share some liking towards their rather pleasant 'small talk'."

PARTINGS? "A small kiss on the cheek: be it on my skin or the headpiece, that is all. However, I... have always preferred it on the skin."

ABOUT US: ART "Outside of ( Name's ) academic career, they share a peculiar fondness for art. Be it painting or sculptures they could very well get lost in a museum. When they discovered my fondness for sculptures and anatomy, they were... oddly quiet; tracing their hands over my sculptures- or my face to be exact. ( Name's ) admiration is always shown in silence, one of the greatest forms of praise.

ABOUT US: TRUE APPEARANCES "I have questioned how ( Name ) has perceived our relationship. Considering that we are both colleagues, it can lead to speculation amongst other *sighs* inappropriate comments. Hence, I prefer to keep our relationship known only to those who need to. I believe them to be devout and... undoubtedly caring. I hope my attitude towards them conveys a similar message.

CHAT: WORK "Although we teach different subjects, we occasionally mark or review the work of our students. You may call it a 'second opinion'. Thus, their opinion is one that I trust."

CHAT: SERVICE "( Name's ) actions can initially appear simple-minded. However, underneath simplicity, lies thoughtfulness beyond comparison in both work... and at our residence.

PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "Film is not an art I deliberately take part in or seek out for leisure. However, ( Name ) was quite adamant and passionate about film. Thus, we've watched a myriad amount of films and TV shows together, both acclaimed and disdained. I have my own varying opinions. I must admit, after a long bath, a film in bed is quite soothing. Considering that ( Name ) similarly enjoys the pleasure of a bath, our nighttime routine is undoubtedly satisfying."

ARGUMENTS: "One must always think before they speak for there is a price to pay. ( Name's ) silence is decisive, deliberate and painful; burning right through your chest. Debates are loud, quarrels are bitterly silent."

SOMETHING TO SHARE: "Solitude is the greatest gift to civilization and self: introspection enlarges the expanse of the mind. However, the pursuit of knowledge is not only found in discovery and text. It is through experience alone. I have found much knowledge in solitude and an equal amount through genuine companionship. Hence, I share my deepest revere. "

WHO ARE THEY? II "My lover. That is who they are to me and all you need to know."

EXTRA: AVENTURINE'S OPINION "I met Ratio's lover when I visited for business matters. But, all that went out of the door! I saw a lovely individual by his desk and thought, 'Who is this?' Ratio never, and I mean never, allows anyone to screw his desk up. Yet, here they were, seated at the edge of his desk toying with his stupid chalk greeting me with a bright smile. We immediately hit off. I suppose Ratio does have some luck in him, but then again, ( Name ) was the one who first asked him out. Less to do with luck, and more to do with destiny. In my opinion, destiny is not something I fully believe in, however, when I watch Ratio and ( Name ), it's difficult to imagine a universe where they aren't together."

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍

WHO ARE THEY? I "You are looking for Commander ( Name )? Sadly they're on a business trip, however, I'd be happy to answer in their place."

FIRST MEETINGS? "( Name ) is an interesting soul. I've heard of their praised skills in combat and decisive thinking. Many assume I met them on the battlefield. Yet, I met them over a coincidental cup of tea."

GREETINGS? “I find it amusing how our everyday greetings have evolved. At first it was a salute. However, I find that a kiss on the cheek is a much more efficient way of greeting and brightening up the mundane tasks *sighs* of work.”

PARTINGS? “Why bid farewell when one hasn’t said hello? Partings have always been bitter. Yet, I find comfort in knowing that all things lead back from whence they came.”

ABOUT US: AGE “Time for long life species is fickle and plainly slow. Despite that, ( Name ) has constantly made time— less daunting and more fun. ( Name’s ) life span… is a touch shorter than that of myself. Hence, they have brought forth a new value in every passing year to which I cherish. This year I plan on doing something special for their birthday— though, don’t tell them that.”

ABOUT US: SILENCE "As much as ( Name ) glows in social settings, they equally enjoy stillness, if not more. There never is any obligation to fill the void when we're together. It is as natural of an act as breathing.

CHAT: PRODUCTIVITY "( Name ) likes to be on task. I, however, don't always find leisure in such activities. ( Name ) quote, 'holds me accountable'. Of course, there are moments in which I can distract them."

CHAT: FELINES "They are quite fond of Mimi. Unfortunately, Mimi is rather... aggressive when around ( Name ) and has been for a considerable amount of time. One time ( Name ) was attempting to bargain with Mimi for her favour. *Chuckles* What a sight.

PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "Master Diviner Fu Xuan would frown upon it... but I suppose napping on the Seat of Divine Foresight is considered a 'pastime' when done regularly enough."

ARGUMENTS: "I do not attempt to quell the frustrations of my dearest. It is not often they disclose them to me and it does pain me to be the cause of their anger. Nevertheless, if it means the two of us will grow closer, then I will gladly offer myself to the brute force of my dearest. Of course, the swelling of regret still stains the heart."

SOMETHING TO SHARE: I've lived one life yet many all at once. Companions scattered amongst the universe and enemies whose names I've gradually forgotten. Yet, underneath the breath of my dearest, I'm simply a man in his spouse's embrace. Nothing else matters."

WHO ARE THEY? II "My most loving spouse."

EXTRA: FU XUAN'S OPINION "When Commander ( Name ) came into the Seat of Divine Foresight to help the General... he grew all the more 'lazy'. A part of me feels sympathetic towards Commander ( Name ), imagine having your own spouse bully you into doing your work? Alas, it's not my business to speak about their marital life. Besides, the two go hand in hand, like a puzzle piece clicking together. Both can do well without, but when joined together, they are a force to be reckoned with."

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐄

WHO ARE THEY? I "Their weapon may be thin, but it pierces holes even in the most... stubborn of enemies."

FIRST MEETINGS? "Elio's script is always followed. However, ( Name ) is a detail I did not anticipate or was foretold. My body met the tip of their spear before I saw their face."

GREETINGS? "Over time ( Name ) has grown close to the Stellaron Hunters- especially Kafka. Their presence is imminent despite not being a Stellaron Hunter themselves. ( Name ) smiles whenever we meet, it has always been more than enough."

PARTINGS? "My promised end will come, yet an absurd inkling of regret remains."

ABOUT US: THE BLADE "( Name ) believes the blade to be a form of art. They had said, 'The blade dances in air with undisturbed poise and precision, a kind of mercy not known to themselves.' I asked them why they chose a spear then. They replied, 'Because I could never dare replicate it's beauty.'"

ABOUT US: WOUNDS "( Name ) never wanted to be a traveller, rather, they opted to string fabrics together with a needle and thread. Perhaps that is where their skills come from."

CHAT: MIDNIGHT "The mara is like a ghost. Yet, ( Name ) is a fool. They embrace the ghost I can't seem to remember other than its bottomless spite and fear."

CHAT: SCARS "Their hands never 'keep to themselves'. ( Name ) prefers to trace their hands over surfaces and make shapes. They tend to draw stars... so many stars."

PASTIMES DONE TOGETHER? "When there are no missions, we sleep in silence. Under the guise of sleep and their warmth, immortality does not follow me."

ARGUMENTS: "When all is said and done, silence remains."

SOMTHING TO SHARE: "If there is life after death, then I wish to meet them in the same manner, again and again with that smile and spear."

WHO ARE THEY II? "The person who taught me how to breathe and pressed their lips against my skin."

EXTRA: KAFKA'S OPINION "Blade will never admit it. But, ( Name ) cares for Blade and Blade does too. The pair will never put a name to the push and pull between them. I caught Bladie once; staring out into the open universe searching for something with a spark of life that doesn't belong to a dead body. I wonder if ( Name ) put that there."

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[intromortal]

can't get my mind out of the thought of bf!sunghoon spanking reader's ass because sje was a brat

park sunghoon was the dreamiest boyfriend you could have ever hoped for– sweet, caring, attentive, always showing interest in anything you were passionate about, a great listener. and, well, great in bed too. just a lot softer than you wished he'd be.

you itched to bring out the meanness in him, often acting out to get a reaction, just to get close to none. you brought it up to him and assured him that you wanted to be put in your place, but he seemed hesitant even after a lot of reassurance.

so you had the idea of sending him very lewd pictures of your body adorned by the expensive lingerie he bought for his eyes only, fucking yourself on one of your toys that you knew he disliked.

it had been a while since he opened the texts and left you on seen. and while you tried your best to bring yourself the release you needed, you couldn't focus on your pleasure, hurt and irritation bubbling in your chest at his indifference.

you end up losing track of time and are startled when the door of your apartment that you had forgotten to lock suddenly swings open, your boyfriend speed walking inside your room.

anger like you've never seen before is radiating off of him and he grabs the back of your thighs, manhandling you to the edge of the bed, his body between your legs.

“hoon?” you manage to croak out as the shock of his sudden entrance slowly fades away.

he shushes you by harshly grabbing your throat, the flex of his biceps catching your eyes for a moment. he tilts your head back to force you to look into his dark eyes.

“you act out all the time and i just take it,” he spits out, waves of lust hitting you right in your gut at the rough edge in his voice. you're hyper aware of his warm body between your legs and it’s doing nothing to help your already desperate state. “you beg me to be mean to you like a horny slut, and i hold back because i know you can’t fucking take it.” he moves his hand from your throat to grab the sides of your face. “i'm so nice to you, so patient. and what do you do?” his fingers dig painfully in your cheekbones, causing you to wince as you struggle to hold eye contact. “you send me that? You knew the boys were around.” his eyes glint with more irritation as he seems to think back to something. “jay saw.”

you decide to ignore how much you enjoy that information

“i'm gonna spank you, is that okay with you baby?” he asks you, eyes warmer, kinder this time.

you nod slightly, but quickly correct yourself by voicing out a meek yes as soon he glares at you, going right back to his earlier demeanor.

“why so timid? you didn’t look shy at all while you bounced on that pathetic dildo.” your face gets hotter at the comment, embarrassed by your own previous actions.

he lets go of your face and steps back. you let out a surprised yelp as he manhandles you on your knees, setting you with your ass up in front of him.

you feel the first hit on the lower part of your ass, the stinging sensation making you twitch your body forward, knees pushing deeper in the mattress. sunghoon clicks his tongue at your reaction and grabs your hair in a makeshift ponytail. he pulls your head by it, making you hiss at the pain, to force you to look at him.

“stay still, or you get more.” he orders, tugging at your hair again for good measure.

“can i at least know how many?” you ask, your voice whiny from the angle your back is arching in. he chuckles deeply, making a shiver run through your spine. you feel like you’re in the presence of a different person, not your sweet and often overtly scared to hurt you boyfriend.

“no, you don’t get to know that.” he says, his voice assertive. he releases your hair, your body slumping back back on the bed. he grabs your head and holds it down, one of your cheeks against the sheets so you can breathe while he keeps you still and goes back to spanking your ass red.

you try your best to keep count in your head so you have an estimate for the next time you act up. but any thought leaves your mind when he switches to hitting the upper plush of your inner thighs, the angle making it so his fingers slightly touch your pussy too, a moan ripping from your throat at the surprise.

he can’t help but groan at the sight of your poor weeping cunt, puffy from being ignored for so long, leaking even more as he continues to hit your thighs.

his cock is throbbing in too, a wet spot on his pants from all the precum. he wants nothing more than to just sink in your warm hole from behind, in the same position he has been spanking you for the past fifteen minutes. but he has yet to hear an apology from you.

so he kneels on the bed next to you and turns you around so your front his facing him, the feeling of your bottom brushing the sheets making you hiss in pain. he removes his belt and uses it to bind your wrists together in front of you as he ignores the puzzled look you send him. he walks with long strides towards your bedside table and opens the second drawer, scanning the contents quickly before taking out a small bullet vibrator. he sets it on the lowest setting and brings it briefly to your neglected clit.

the rush of pleasure is almost unbearable but it’s cut too short when sunghoon suddenly deprives you of the stimulation, the strangled moan in your throat transforming into whiny sounds as tears prick your eyes from frustration.

“hoonie, plea-”

“no no baby, you don’t get to beg now,” he cooes. “you wanted to act like a little cock hungry slut and that’s all you will get from me.”

he slides the vibrator between your weak, incapacitated hands. “be thankful i’m nice enough to leave you this,” he says, moving his hand to hold your chin between two of his fingers and placing a featherlight kiss on your lips.

“i'll be in the living room until you decide you learned your lesson, yeah?”

#hoon! #hard hours! #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen #enhypen x reader #sunghoon #sunghoon smut

[imloyaltoscoups]

passionate rush | kim mingyu | MDNI 18+

part 1

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In a rush of desire and urgency, you both make your way to Mingyu's bedroom, the anticipation building with every step. As soon as the door closes behind you, he wastes no time in savoring your lips, his kisses urgent and hungry, igniting a fire within you.

With a swift, practiced motion, He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses you against the door. The feeling of his body against yours sends a shiver of excitement coursing through you, and you cling to him, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment.

As he carries you further into the room, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in a haze of passion and desire.

Mingyu lays you down on the bed, he starts to tower over you, his gaze locks with yours, he then started to places soft kisses along your body, you feel a shiver run down your spine. His touch is gentle yet electrifying. "Mmm, Gyu," you moan softly, arching your back slightly.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You like that?" he murmurs huskily.

You nod, biting your lip. "But… before we go any further," you pause, gathering your courage, "I want to talk about something."

He nods, sitting back slightly as you prop yourself up on your elbows, facing him. "Of course, what's on your mind?"

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "I was thinking… since this is our first time, I want it to be as comfortable and enjoyable for both of us as possible. Can we talk about our preferences?"

Mingyu looks thoughtful for a moment before he speaks. "Well, I like a bit of sensory play. Sometimes I enjoy blindfolding my partner, or using restraints. And, uh, I'm into edging too."

You take a moment to process his words, appreciating his honesty. "Thank you for sharing," you reply, feeling a sense of intimacy in this vulnerable exchange. "As for me, I don't want anything too extreme. No choking or slapping on the face, please."

He nods, understanding evident in his eyes. "Of course, I want you to feel safe and comfortable," he assures you, his hand intertwining with yours.

With your preferences laid out on the table, you both share a quiet moment, feeling a deeper connection forming between you. As you lean in to press a tender kiss to Mingyu's lips, you can't help but feel excited about the journey ahead, knowing that you'll navigate it together with honesty and care.

As he hovers above you, his fingers trailing along the fabric of your shirt, a surge of anticipation courses through you. With a gentle tug, he begins to lift your shirt, revealing your body clad in a comfortable set of underwear. It's not the most seductive ensemble, more suited for lounging around than a passionate encounter, but you hadn't expected today to turn into something quite like this—being intimate with your closest friend.

"Wow," he breathes out, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "You look incredible."

You can't help but chuckle nervously, feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze. "Thanks," you reply, your voice laced with a hint of bashfulness.

But Mingyu doesn't seem to notice your unease as he leans down to press a trail of kisses along your collarbone, his hands skimming over your skin with gentle reverence. The air between you crackles with a newfound tension, a mix of desire and uncertainty.

"Are you okay?" he asks, pausing his movements to look at you, his eyes filled with concern.

"Yeah," you reassure him, offering a small smile. "Just... wasn't expecting this today."

Mingyu's expression softens, understanding dawning in his eyes. "Me neither," he admits, his voice low and sincere. "But I'm glad it's happening."

As he skillfully unclasps your bra, freeing your breasts, a surge of anticipation courses through you. You watch as he tosses the garment aside, his gaze flickering with desire as he leans in to devour your exposed skin. Pleasure washes over you as he explores your breasts, his lips and tongue sending waves of sensation through your body.

"God, Mingyu," you gasp, the intensity of his touch igniting a fire within you.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "You taste amazing," he murmurs, his voice husky with need.

You let out a breathless laugh, the sound mixing with soft moans as Mingyu continues to lavish attention on your breasts, leaving marks of his desire on your skin. As he moves lower, trailing kisses down your abdomen while maintaining eye contact, you feel a rush of heat pooling between your thighs.

"You're driving me crazy," you whisper, unable to tear your gaze away from his.

Feeling a tingling anticipation, you watch Mingyu as he lowers himself down, his lips peppering soft kisses along the fabric of your underwear. Each gentle touch sends a shiver of excitement through you, heightening your senses as he moves down to your leg, lifting it up and planting kisses along your inner thigh.

Your breath catches in your throat as his lips trail closer to the heat between your legs, anticipation building with each delicate touch. "Mingyu," you murmur, your voice trembling with desire.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire, a silent question in his gaze. You nod, giving him silent permission to continue, your heart pounding with anticipation.

With a soft smile, He returns his attention to your inner thigh, his kisses growing bolder as he inches closer to your center. The sensation is intoxicating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you lose yourself in the moment.

As his lips finally brush against your most sensitive area, you gasp, a jolt of electricity shooting through you. Mingyu's touch is gentle yet insistent, his ministrations driving you wild with need.

"Gyu, please," you whimper, your voice thick with desire.

He looks up at you, his gaze smoldering with lust as he meets your eyes. "I've got you," he whispers, his voice a promise of pleasure yet to come.

As Mingyu slowly removes your remaining undergarment, exposing you completely to his hungry gaze, you can't help but feel a rush of vulnerability mixed with anticipation. His eyes roam over your body with praise, and you feel a surge of confidence at his appreciation.

"Wow," he breathes out, his voice filled with praise. "You're absolutely stunning."

He meets your gaze, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he positions himself between your legs. Without hesitation, he begins to explore you with his mouth, his tongue tracing maddening patterns against your most sensitive areas.

Your fingers instinctively tangle in his hair, urging him closer as waves of pleasure crash over you. You moan his name, lost in the intensity of the moment as he skillfully brings you to the brink of ecstasy.

But just as you feel yourself teetering on the edge, he stops, pulling away with a devilish gleam in his eyes. You whimper at the sudden loss, your body aching for release.

"Mingyu, why—" you begin to whine, only to remember his preference for edging.

He looks up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "I couldn't resist," he admits, his voice husky with desire. "I love seeing you like this, so desperate for more."

You let out a frustrated groan, torn between wanting to beg for release and wanting to see where Mingyu will take you next. With a playful grin, he leans in to press a teasing kiss to your thigh, his touch sending shivers of anticipation through you.

"Trust me," he whispers, his voice low and seductive. "It'll be worth the wait."

With a hungry desire burning between you, Mingyu rises up to kiss you, and you eagerly welcome his lips against yours. Your arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as passion ignites between you.

As your lips move in a dance of need and longing, your legs instinctively lift, wrapping around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. You can feel the heat of his body pressing against yours, the fabric of his pants brushing against your skin, sending electric sparks of arousal through you.

He responds to your embrace with equal fervor, his movements slow and deliberate as he grinds down against you, every sensation magnified by the intimate contact. The friction between you is deliciously torturous, heightening the anticipation of what's to come.

Feeling the heat of the moment intensify, you break the kiss, breathless and craving more. With a desperate need for him, you gaze into Mingyu's eyes, your voice laced with desire.

"Gyu, when are you going to take off the rest of your clothes?" you ask, your tone pleading. "I want to feel you inside me right now."

His dark eyes meet yours, a flicker of desire mirroring your own. With a hungry grin, he begins to slowly shed his remaining clothing, the anticipation building with each article removed.

As he stands before you, gloriously naked, you can't help but admire the sight of him, every inch of his skin calling out to you. Without hesitation, you pull him back down to you, eager to feel the weight of his body pressing against yours once more.

As Mingyu continues to grind against you, your arousal reaches its peak, wetness pooling between your legs. With a desperate plea, you express your need for him to be inside you.

"Mingyu, please," you gasp, your voice thick with desire. "I want you inside me."

His eyes darken with desire at your words, and with a sense of urgency, he reaches out to the nightstand beside his bed, grabbing a condom. With practiced ease, he tears it open using his teeth, his movements filled with determination.

Positioning himself between your legs, he lifts one of them, trailing kisses along your skin as he slowly guides himself inside you. The sensation of him stretching you fills you with a delicious ache, and you can't help but let out a hiss of pleasure mingled with pain.

"Gyu" you moan, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you urge him deeper. "Yes, just like that."

As Mingyu shifts your legs over his shoulders, positioning himself for deeper penetration, a surge of anticipation courses through you. You arch your back, offering yourself fully to him, eager for the exquisite pleasure his movements promise.

"Mingyu," you whimper, your voice a breathless plea, "please, I need you deeper."

With a primal growl, he obliges, thrusting into you with newfound intensity. Each movement sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, igniting every nerve ending as you surrender to the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

Between ragged breaths, he lets out a string of hisses, his voice filled with primal need. "Your insides... they're sucking me in," he gasps, his words only adding to the intensity of the moment.

You can feel the tension building within you, the pleasure mounting with each thrust. Lost in the sensation, you surrender to the overwhelming ecstasy.

Feeling a tender shift in Mingyu's demeanor, you're surprised as he gently takes your hand and brings it to his lips, pressing soft kisses against your skin. The gesture is unexpectedly sweet, and you can't help but feel a warmth spreading through you at his affectionate touch.

As he places your hand against his cheek, you're struck by the tenderness in his gaze, a stark contrast to the raw passion that had consumed you moments before. Mingyu's eyes meet yours, and in that intimate exchange, you sense a deeper connection forming between you, one that transcends mere physical desire.

With a soft smile, you caress his cheek, feeling the stubble beneath your fingertips as you gaze into his eyes, lost in the moment of quiet intimacy between you. In this tender embrace, you find solace, a comforting reassurance that amidst the fiery passion, there is also a gentle tenderness that binds you together.

As you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, He doesn't relent. Instead, with a sudden surge of strength, he turns you over, lifting your waist as you find yourself on all fours, completely at his mercy. You gasp at the sudden change in position, your body trembling with anticipation.

"Mingyu," you moan, your voice a mixture of surprise and desire. "What are you—"

Before you can finish your question, he thrusts into you again, hitting your G-spot with pinpoint accuracy. Pleasure floods your senses, a wave of euphoria crashing over you as you cry out in blissful abandon.

"Oh, yes," you whimper, your fingers gripping the sheets as Mingyu continues to drive you wild with pleasure. "Right there, don't stop." your voice a desperate plea as you cling to the sheets, lost in the whirlwind of sensation.

Mingyu's breath is hot against your ear as he leans in close, his voice a husky whisper in the midst of your shared ecstasy. "I won't," he promises, his words driving you further into the depths of pleasure.

Feeling the strain in your arms, you make a split-second decision to gently lower your shoulders down to the bed, relieving the pressure on your tired muscles while keeping your hips raised, still eager for more of Mingyu's touch.

Sensing the shift in your position, Mingyu pauses, his movements slowing as he looks down at you with concern mingled with desire. "Are you okay? Can you still keep up?" he asks, his voice laced with genuine care.

You meet his gaze with a reassuring smile, despite the lingering ache in your limbs. "I'm good," you assure him, your voice breathless with anticipation. "I want this, I want you."

Encouraged by your words, Mingyu's expression softens, his touch becoming tender as he resumes his movements.

As he moves closer, trailing soft kisses along your back, his touch sending shivers down your spine, you feel a sense of intimacy and warmth enveloping you.

With his hand holding your waist firmly, grounding you in the moment, he leans in close, his breath hot against your skin as he murmurs, "Do you want to cum now?"

His question sends a jolt of desire through you, but you can't ignore the concern in his voice. Wanting to ensure that he's also experiencing pleasure, you turn your head slightly to meet his gaze.

"Are you close?" you ask softly, wanting to make sure he's also on the brink of ecstasy.

Mingyu's eyes meet yours, a flicker of intensity reflecting in their depths. "I'm getting there," he admits, his voice tinged with desire. "But I want to make sure you're taken care of first."

His words fill you with a sense of gratitude and warmth, knowing that he's prioritizing your pleasure above his own. With a tender smile, you lean back into his embrace,

As you nod in approval, Mingyu redoubles his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent as he drives you towards the peak of pleasure. With a guttural moan, you finally find your release, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you surrender to the pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mingyu," you gasp, your voice filled with euphoria. "Oh, god, that was…"

Before you can finish your sentence, Mingyu continues to penetrate you, his own climax fast approaching. With each thrust, you can feel the tension building in his body, the desire for release palpable in the air.

As he finally reaches his own peak, a low groan escapes his lips, mingling with your own cries of pleasure. With one final, intense thrust, he finds his release, his body trembling with the force of it.

As the waves of pleasure gradually ebb away, Mingyu doesn't collapse on top of you as you might have expected. Instead, he moves beside you, his breath coming in ragged pants as he pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist in a tender embrace.

"I've got you," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and affection as he cuddles you close.

You melt into his embrace, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you as you bask in the afterglow of your shared passion. In this moment, entwined in each other's arms, you feel a deep sense of connection and intimacy, knowing that you've found solace and comfort in each other's embrace.

As you lay your head on Mingyu's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear, a sense of peace washes over you. The world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of shared intimacy.

In the quiet of the room, you hear Mingyu's voice, soft and sincere, as he confesses his feelings. "I've liked you for a long time," he murmurs, his words barely more than a whisper.

Your heart skips a beat at his admission, warmth flooding through you as you take in the weight of his words. With a gentle smile, you tilt your head up to meet his gaze, finding nothing but honesty and vulnerability in his eyes.

"I've felt the same way," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, your fingers tracing lazy patterns across his chest.

A tender smile graces Mingyu's lips as he reaches out to gently swirl your hair between his fingers, a silent gesture of affection and understanding.

You raise your head to meet his gaze, a soft smile playing on your lips. With a gentle touch, you brush your fingers against his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch.

"Are we official now?" he asks, his voice tinged with hope.

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his in a tender caress, savoring the moment before answering. "Yes," you whisper, your voice filled with certainty and affection.

A smile spreads across Mingyu's face, his eyes sparkling with joy as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss with a passion born of newfound love and commitment

As Mingyu pulls back from the kiss, a laugh bubbles up from deep within him, filling the room with joy and lightness. His laughter is infectious, and soon you find yourself joining in, the tension of the moment melting away into shared mirth.

"Who knew a simple game of truth or dare could lead to this?" he chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he looks at you.

You nod in agreement, a grin spreading across your face as you reflect on the twists and turns that brought you to this moment. "I guess it's true what they say about truth or dare—it has a way of bringing secrets to light," you remark, a hint of fondness in your voice.

Mingyu leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his laughter subsiding into a warm smile. "Well, I'm certainly glad it did," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I wouldn't trade this moment for anything."

As you both cuddle in the warmth of the moment, Mingyu speaks up, his voice gentle yet filled with a hint of mischief. "Maybe we should explore my preferences sometime," he suggests, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

You can't help but let out a soft chuckle at his suggestion, but as his words sink in, you playfully smack his chest, giving him a teasing glare. "Not now," you retort, shaking your head with a grin. "Let's just enjoy this moment, shall we?"

Mingyu's laughter fills the room once again, his arms wrapping around you in a tighter embrace. "Fair enough," he concedes, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I'm just happy to be here with you."

ꕤꕤꕤꕤꕤ

mingyu

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[capacityfornirvana]

I have seen people on here, mostly from a certain ship (but not only), imply or outright assert that Tommy should not be Buck's lifelong love because he's Buck's first male partner. That it would be concerning, or wrong, for Buck to go all the way with Tommy because he still has so much to learn about his bisexuality. Essentially, that even if Buck and Tommy worked out, it would be based on something unstable, because Tommy should or only could be a learning lesson for Buck, as opposed to an authentic and fully realized love.

That sentiment really, really bothers me, and reeks of outdated, harmful stereotypes that look to--whether it be intentional or subconsciously--shove an entire group into the same box.

Now, don't get me wrong. Would it be unrealistic, if the writers decide to use Tommy as a stepping stone for Buck's discovery process, ultimately leading to Buck realizing that Tommy actually isn't the right person for him? That he needs to continue dating more men before coming to terms with what he actually wants? Honestly, no. It might be overused and tired within the world of fiction, but it wouldn't be unrealistic. Hell, straight people do that all the time, going through numerous partners and discovering what their preferences are before deciding on a forever person.

HOWEVER, LGBTQ+ people (and in this particular case, I'm going to spotlight bisexuals, for obvious reasons) are not 'one size fits all', and I really, really shouldn't have to be saying this. I am so tired of people in fandom spaces, because I see this a lot in fandoms (and even from people IN the LGBTQ+ community), who push this narrative that we're all the same. We all feel the same, we all think the same, we all go through the same exact process when it concerns love and sex and general discovery.

No, we don't, and anyone who claims otherwise is being incredibly regressive, closed-minded, and insulting.

I know numerous LGBTQ+ individuals who went on to marry their very first partners. I know several bisexual men and women who went on to marry their first same-sex partner. No, it doesn't happen every time. But it does happen, because we are all individual human beings who are not tied down to the same blueprint. Because we are all individuals with our own unique needs, wants, and romantic desires. We all have different levels of confidence, shame, excitement, curiosity, and determination, from which we operate from.

So, with all that being said, would it be unrealistic if Buck discovers that Tommy IS the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with? Hell no, it wouldn't be. Because Buck is someone who is passionate about love. Some part of him has always been committed to finding his forever person. And he has learned throughout the series, how important it is to be authentically oneself. Hen once told him she moves to the beat of her own drum, and that he should too, and it was clear he took that statement to heart, long before he discovered his bisexuality. And I think that has undeniably shown throughout his development, and throughout his developing interactions with Tommy. And yes, Tommy can be someone who helps Buck learn more about himself and his bisexuality, but that lesson is one that can lead to fulfillment and happiness.

The discovery process for LGBTQ+ individuals does not need to end in disappointment and heartbreak. It can actually lead to something very beautiful, very quickly.

Stop putting us in the same boxes.

/rant

#911 #bucktommy #tevan #and you know what? i'm going to tag it because some of you need to get a reality check and hear it: #buddie

[collarme]

Can you give out ways to praise/degrade somebody to turn them on??

Alright! Here are some things I go to (under the cut). It just comes naturally. These are just some examples. And it's not just the words, it's how you say it. Say it lowly, breathlessly, in a growl, or with lust dripping from every word. Say it with passion, and any of these can work.

praise.

☆"Good boy" "Good girl" "Good baby" "Good puppy/kitten/bunny/etc."

☆ "There you go, just like that" "You can take it...Good job"

☆ "You did so well for me" "That's my good [insert]" (ex: little slut, cumslut, boy/girl/pet)

☆ "You're doing so well for me baby just a little longer"

☆ "You look so good like this" "Let me see that pretty face while I ruin you sweetheart"

☆ "What an adorable, flustered little mess you are."

degrade.

☆ "You look so pathetic [insert what they're doing that's pathetic]"

☆ "You're such a slut for me, aren't you?"

☆ Make them repeat what they are. "I'm Daddy's slut" "I'm your bitch" "I'm a desperate puppy" etc. Make them embarrassed.

☆ Make them beg for what they want, specifically. "I want your [insert genitalia name], please" "Please use me"

☆ Write stuff on them with (non-toxic) marker. Draw an arrow to their hole(s) that says 'cumdump'. Write 'Mine' 'Slut' 'Pretty Whore' 'Dumb mutt' anything you both like.

☆"You're like a mutt in heat" "You were made to be used."

aftercare!

THE MOST IMPORTANT PART.

Darling, if your sub or dom isn't engaging in aftercare with you...something needs to change. It's as simple as eating a snack, cuddling, talking about what was and wasn't good. Clean each other up, let each other know that all those dirty words you said to each other, it was only for the moment. You're both safe now.

You can take a nap together if you're tired, but please don't nap and leave your partner awake to watch you. Take care of each other first, and always.

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[021894s]

— 06 shopping spree [0.9k w]

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PAIRINGS: brothers bsf!sunghoon x reader

WARNINGS: mentions wearing white to a wedding? cussing

AUTHORS NOTE: hi my loves. i wrote this chap super quick before I go to bed so sorry if it doesn’t live up to your standards ehe. nonetheless I hope you enjoy🫶🏻

You've been at the library for what feels like an eternity, textbooks and notes spread out like a fortress around you. The pressure of exams is weighing heavily on your shoulders, and you're determined to maintain your top of the class status. Your focus is so intense that you barely notice the fatigue creeping in, until your head starts to nod and your pen taps rhythmically against your notebook in a silent plea for rest.

Suddenly, a familiar figure weaves through the maze of bookshelves, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. Sunghoon knows this is where you disappear to when you need to concentrate. He quietly approaches your table calling out your name in a whisper, a soft smile playing on his lips as he realizes you’d fallen asleep mid study session.

he lightly nudges you, startling you awake. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he teases gently. You blink up at him, a mix of confusion and embarrassment coloring your cheeks as you straighten up.

"I'm not sleeping, just... resting my eyes," you protest, but the smile he gives you is too knowing, too warm. He asks if you're okay, his concern genuine as he inquires about your studies and your well-being.

The conversation shifts to the upcoming trip to Japan, the fake dating scheme you've both agreed to, all in an effort to show your ex that you've moved on. Sunghoon leans in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "So, have you thought about what you're wearing to the wedding? I mean, we should probably match, right? To make the whole 'dating' thing more convincing."

You feel a flush rise to your cheeks, the idea of coordinating with him both thrilling and nerve-wracking. "I... haven't really thought about it," you admit, trying to keep your voice steady despite grogginess from your slumber just a couple minutes ago.

He grins, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, we've got to make a good impression. How about we go shopping together? Find something that screams 'power couple'?"

The suggestion sends your heart racing, the prospect of spending time together outside of ksana parties and group hangouts made you a bit nervous, but growing up with sunghoon it was hard not to enjoy his company.

“yeah that sounds like a good idea actually. do you have any place in mind?” you ask him. “we can try that new mall across from campus, maybe we’ll find something there?”

“oh i’ve been wanting to go there! saerom says that have really cute cafes and shops” he can’t help but smile at how passionate you become at the mention of shopping. “perfect then i’ll pick you up tomorrow at noon?” he asks you. “noon sounds great” you flash him a smile.

a moment of comfortable silence passes by. Then, he drops the invitation to the ksana party. with him and Heeseung being a part of a frat, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to be invited to parties every other weekend. You hesitate, the responsible part of your mind reminding you of the endless studying still ahead. With a resigned sigh, you decline, a small part of you longing to say yes, to let loose and have fun. But grades come first, and you're not one to let distractions get in the way of your goals.

As the next day comes, You glance at the clock and realize. Sunghoon will be here any minute to pick you up for your shopping trip. With a flutter of excitement, you grab your bag and check your reflection one last time. You've chosen an outfit that's comfortable yet cute. shopping sprees had always been your favorite for as long as you could remember. you blame heeseung because he always dragged you out of the house to give him your very honest (sometimes brutal) opinion.

A gentle knock on the door signals his arrival, and your heart skips a beat. "Ready to go?" Sunghoon asks with a smile as you open the door.

"Definitely," you reply, stepping out and closing the door behind you.

The drive is anything but awkward. you chat and laugh on the way to the mall, the atmosphere light and easy, like it’s always been between you two. Once there, you dive into a sea of stores, each one offering its own treasures.

"How about this one? imagine the look on everyone’s faces when you show up in this" Sunghoon chuckles, holding up a white dress that's definitely a big NO considering you’re attending a wedding.

"are you being serious? " you tease, taking the dress from him. "sunghoon it’s white. I’d probably be chased out the venue and get personally attacked by all the bridesmaids” you can't help but laugh at the thought.

“even more reason for you to get it” a smirk creeps up on his face. “oh so you’re praying on my downfall?” he gasps “ME?? i would never do such a thing” you roll your eyes and walk past him. both of you having smiles on your faces as you continue to look around the store.

You try on dresses and a few other items, each time coming out of the fitting room to Sunghoon's eager eyes. "What do you think?" you ask, doing a little twirl in a black floral slip dress.

Sunghoon's gaze lingers just a moment too long before he catches himself. "It looks great on you," he says, a hint of something more in his voice. "You should definitely get it."

The day continues with more laughter, shared opinions. it’s moments like these where you appreciate sunghoon’s friendship and the sibling dynamic between you two. it makes you less nervous about the whole fake dating scheme. your friendship would remain the same and everything will be ok in the end. or will it?

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[monster-disaster]

A hilarious idea I had after thinking about multiple nature documentaries…

How funny it would go between a human woman and a male monster, whose species 99% of the time get eaten by the females after they reproduce.

Scenario #1-

*Monster and human have finished having sex*

Monster: *Immediately jumps off the bed, and runs out the door*

Woman: *Shocked expression* “Was I that bad to be around?”

Scenario #2-

*Monster and human are finishing having sex, human woman kisses monster passionately during climax*

Monster: *Accepts fate that they’re being “eaten” by the woman*

Woman: “Are you ok?”

Monster: “Dine upon my flesh to nourish our future offspring.”

I was inspired after remembering insects like Praying Mantis, and sea creatures like Octopus. Imagine being in a relationship with a monster man who thinks he’s going to die when you have sex with him!

I'm screaming! It's so funny!

Scenario #1-

Imagine the paranoia the poor monster goes through after leaving you so abruptly. He can't help but look over his shoulder every now and again to make sure you don't go after him to hunt him down. He is so scared!

And there is a night when he hangs out with his friends, and they are worried about him, and he admits that he had sex. The others feel so sorry for him and offer him help to get out of the town/city. They are so deep in their escape plan they don't notice their other friend's arrival. "So what's up?" "He had sex. Now we try to help him escape." "Humans don't eat their partners," the friend says, shocked at the thought. "Or if they do, they go to prison." The monster is shocked by the news and, oh, so relieved. "Oh. Should I call her back then?"

Scenario #2-

"I-I won't eat you! What the hell?!" Saying that you two are shocked is an understatement. "What?" The monster asks, still lying on the bed, ready to face his fate. "I won't eat you!" "You won't? So we can do this again?"

You have two options here: you can freak out and send him away ooooor you can take it as a compliment. He wanted to have sex with you so much he was ready to die for it.

An extra scenario

It's before the sex. You two have been dating for months now, but things never go further than a few passionate kisses every now and again.

And you are at your wits's end.

"What's wrong?" You ask him one night. You are at your place, having a movie night on the couch. "What do you mean?" You scowl at him. "You know what I mean," you tell him. "Look, if you want to wait, I understand, but you have to tell me something." The monster looks awkward and... scared? "What? Do you not find me attractive?" You ask him, worried. "Or there is someone else? Please, don't tell me you are married!" "No! No! No!" He gasps, surprised by your assumptions. "I just..." "Yes?" "I don't want you to eat me afterward!" "WHAT?!"

#sweet asks #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monster boyfriend

[joelscruff]

some fof related ramblings ✨️

so the other day (may 2nd) marked one whole year since i started fof and i didn't really want to draw much attention to it because i'm just so.... generally unkind to myself when it comes to this fic lmao. making a post just felt like pointing out to not only my readers but to myself that it's been a whole year since i started and yet the fic is still not complete - something my brain tells me is a massive failure on my part. which is FUCKED because i'd never think that way about anyone else's fic. i know exactly how long it can take to finish things when life is constantly throwing curveballs at you + the way creativity and inspiration is always ebbing and flowing. i get that completely, i just wish i was able to give that same understanding and kindness to myself.

i'm so appreciative of everyone who reads fof and has been so patient with me over the past year when it comes to posting. in the beginning i had just become unemployed and was unsure what direction my life was going in, so writing & posting fic was such an amazing escape and i spent SO much time dedicating myself to that creativity. then i decided to go back to school and a lot changed, for better and for worse. a lot of my time is no longer my own and my mental health took a real nosedive which will always be something i deal with regardless. i'm happy to be back at school and working towards something but it was definitely a sacrifice of creativity and because of that i still consistently feel like i'm letting people down. it doesn't come as easily to me anymore and it hurts to admit but that doesn't mean i don't still enjoy it or that i'm planning on giving up on it.

i love fof - it means so much to me and i WILL see it through to the end no matter how long it may take. same goes for all my other fic ideas & wips that that i've slowly been working on whenever my brain allows. i need to be kinder to myself and acknowledge that a year of writing a fic does not equate to a failure, it shows that despite everything i'm still here and i've still got that creativity and passion i had at the start, even if it manifests itself differently now.

tldr; one whole year of fof & i'm proud of myself 💖💖💖💖 and forever grateful to everyone who loves it just as much as i do ❤️

#posting this very early because part of me still doesnt want everyone knowing about this lmao #c

[lvndrdaaze]

OMG HI MY FAVORITE TUMBLR CREATOR I have an idea >>:D WHAT IFF Your favorite Genshin Men (Diluc) come home extremely late ((2:00 am late)) and you are MAD. So- after you express how you feel (NICELY OFCCC❤️❤️) they feel so bad that they spoil you ROTTEN. Anddd if you doo— then uhh I'll sing... SWAY BY MICHAEL BUBLÉ!!!

(Honestly— Micheal Bublé reminds me so much of Diluc idk why) ALSO TYY FOR TGD WRIOTHESLEY ALPHABET!!!

——🎵🎶🎼Anon (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

aaaaaaaa i'm sorry this took so long to get out (つ﹏⊂) i hope you like it!! i put my whole pussy into this one just for you <33

(also i've never thought about it but now that you mention it...yeah diluc does give michael bublé vibes ._. and now i'll never un-notice it)

Warnings: SMUT, includes use of 'pussy' and 'cunt', light hurt/comfort, crying, insecurities, oral (f!receiving), p in v, missionary, mating press, breeding kink (if you squint), biting, squirting

(fem!reader, NSFW so no minors!!)

Wc: 2.6k

The Dawn Winery was always quiet at this time of night, though you weren't usually awake to notice it. With the maids asleep and all other business concluded for the day, the only sounds in the manor's entrance hall were the crackling of the fire and the rush of blood in your ears.

Diluc was out again, fulfilling his self-imposed duties as he did every night.

Not once had you ever complained, knowing that the Darknight Hero was something of a coping mechanism for Diluc, but tonight, something about the quiet of the manor caused all of that repressed loneliness to well up from deep within your bones, streaming out in sorrowful trickles from where it had been locked away for so long.

You sat at one end of the sofa, staring into the fire. It reminded you so much of him, not only for the obvious reason of his pyro vision, but because of the burning intensity of it. Once, he would have been beside you, red eyes crackling with that same passion that few others recognised in him, hands exploring your skin like a new world made just for him.

But now, you were alone. All you wanted was for him to come home and take up the other seat, to take his place beside you and stay for a while. There were no doubts in your mind as to his adoration for you, you saw it anytime he spent so much as a few moments by your side. It was his dedication to protecting the city that drew him away from you, forcing more and more distance between the both of you.

If only his feelings of guilt weren't so much stronger than his love for you.

When the door to the Winery suddenly swung open, you were startled out of your reverie. Shooting a glance over your shoulder to watch him enter, you read the exhaustion written in every movement he made like a story you had read a million times before. His claymore was propped against the wall and his coat hung on the rack before he noticed you sitting there.

As soon as he did, his eyebrows furrowed. Even with such a look of concern, it felt good to have his eyes on you once again.

"Love?" He called out to you, consternation tinging his low voice. "What are you still doing up?"

How could you answer that? The truth, that you had been aching for him to return and spare you even a single glance, would only weigh him down further. The worst thing you felt you could possibly be in this moment was a burden to him; that would only push him further away.

"Just couldn't sleep." You lied easily, giving him what you hoped was a convincingly relaxed smile.

However, Diluc's frown only grew deeper.

"Love…you're crying." He pointed out gently, not yet moving from his spot in front of the sturdy wooden doors.

With a swipe of your fingers across your cheek, you found that he was right. They came away wet, glistening in the warm firelight.

"Oh…" You hadn't even noticed them until now, but suddenly, your lip trembled with the emotions just barely being held back. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

But your placating words only seemed to make him worry more. In an instant, he had crossed the room, kneeling before you and cupping your damp cheeks in his hands with a troubled look in his eyes.

"Please don't lie to me." He requested quietly. His thumbs swiped delicate lines beneath your eyes, clearing the tears that collected there.

His intense gaze was filled with such deep concern, such apparent care, it felt impossible to hide your feelings from him any longer, despite not wanting to cause him any more strain.

With a light sniffle, you dropped your gaze from his to your lap, staring down at your fidgeting fingers as they twisted around each other fretfully.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trouble you, I just…"

Your words faltered, and tears clouded your vision once again, streaming down your cheeks in hot rivulets. Diluc stroked your skin soothingly, waiting patiently for your words.

"I miss you, Luc." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "You've been so busy recently, and I don't want to take up your time when you've got so much on your plate already, but I just feel so…lonely."

The air was still for a few seconds after your admission, until you chanced a look up at his face. His expression was stormy, clouded with irritation, causing your stomach to drop. Of course, you were demanding too much of the man who already had so many people depending on him. With a shake of your head, you pulled away from his gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to be a burden. I'll be fi-."

"No." Diluc cut you off with a firm shake of his head, taking your hands into his with the utmost conviction. "Don't apologise. Never apologise for taking up my time."

Your lip quivered once again, the vehement tone of his voice only making your guilt feel that much stronger. Of course, Diluc would be understanding. Why had you even tried to hide your feelings in the first place?

"No matter how busy I am, you are always my priority. I apologise for failing to show you that, my love." He spoke in a low voice.

One hand released yours as he wiped the tears from your eyes again, tilting your gaze up to meet his fiercely passionate one.

"Allow me to make it up to you, love." He murmured in a voice so gentle the steady crackle of the fireplace almost drowned it out.

His gaze was heavy on your rapidly easing expression as he approached slowly and grazed his lips over yours faintly. The aching tenderness of his mouth, the smoky scent clinging to his clothes, the warmth of his body so close yet so far, everything about the moment was so overwhelming. A soft whimper escaped you as he coaxed you into a careful kiss, easing your sadness with every reassuring brush of his lips against yours.

In your desperation to prolong the feeling, your hands gripped his shirt tightly, wrinkling the fine material in your fists. With his gloved hand cradling your jaw, he tipped your head back just slightly, providing him a better angle to glide his hot tongue against your lips as he deepened the kiss.

His free hand came down to rest on your thigh, skimming over the shape of your leg beneath your dress in a way that made you tremble with barely repressed want. Diluc noticed the shiver that ran up your spine at that slightest touch, and with a low rumble from deep within his chest, his wandering hand groped more firmly at the plushness of your thighs and his tongue tangled with yours in a display of his own growing need.

Your heart was racing faster than you thought was possible, the sound of blood rushing in your ears all you could hear. No thoughts made their way past the overwhelming feelings he caused to blossom within you. Eager fingers found their way to his nape, tugging the hair tie from his hair and threading through the fiery red locks. Diluc let out a groan at the feeling, and in an instant, his arms were looping under your thighs, scooping you off the sofa easily.

"Apologies, my love, I had not realised just how long it had been." He murmured, pressing one last kiss to your lips before heading towards the stairs with you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly.

"Allow me to make this right, yes?"

The heat in the bedroom was sweltering, radiating from where the both of you laid together for the first time in several days. Your clothes had been long since discarded, and your shivering body was coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

Diluc laid between your legs, sweat gluing a few red strands to his forehead in a way that was almost lewd on its own from your vantage point among the luscious pillows of his bed. Strong hands pinned your quivering thighs to the bed insistently, preventing you from closing them whilst his tongue explored your folds as though it were the first time he had ever done it.

Archons knows how many orgasms he had pulled from you so far; your throat ached with every keen and whimper you let out, and dull heat throbbed in your stomach with every dip of his tongue into your wet entrance as yet another high approached steadily.

Diluc's eyes were clouded with a lustful haze as he paid attention to every reaction you made and the lower portion of his face glimmered wetly with your slick, but he showed no signs of stopping yet. Even by tugging on his loose hair, you were unable to draw his lips away from your aching cunt- in fact, the action only spurred him on, drawing deep rumbles from his chest in response to the sharp sensation in his scalp.

"Luc, please…" you whined, though you weren't certain what it was that you were pleading for. The stimulation was too much, the thought of another orgasm overwhelming, but the idea of him retracting his tongue was even worse.

"Shhh…just one more, love." He mumbled huskily, his eyes slipping shut in contentment.

His lips lowered to your entrance, lapping up the essence of your arousal whilst his nose nudged against your clit, sending electric waves up your spine. Wetness soaked the sheets beneath your hips, and the fine silk was rumpled messily from your writhing.

Wet sounds filled the room as Diluc slurped obscenely on your pussy, every action he made undignified and animalistic with his need to taste you, to feel the way your walls clamped around his tongue as though desperate to keep him there forever.

He dragged the hot muscle of his tongue against your core slowly, swirling around your clit once, twice, then fusing his lips around the bud and sucking. Your back arched and your eyes clenched shut, a clamorous wail tearing through you at the same time as your pleasure peaked, every muscle in your body spasming in euphoria as another orgasm crashed over you. The whole room seemed to fade away, until all that was left was Diluc's mouth, working you determinedly through the peak of your pleasure.

The sensation was so intense, it took several seconds for you to come down. His lips withdrew, peppering light kisses along your inner thighs until your eyes had fluttered open again, searching for him blearily in the darkness.

He appeared almost smug, smiling contentedly as he kissed his way back up your body, lathing his tongue over marks that he had left on his way down. He worked slowly, his hands sliding up your sides and coming to fondle your breasts greedily, rolling your nipples between his fingers whilst he ran his sinful tongue over your damp skin.

By the time he reached your lips, you were whining and bucking against the mattress once again, still not quite satiated after all of the pleasure he had given you. Lying atop you like this, his cock pulsed with need between your bodies, and the slight twitch of him was all it took to get you going again.

"Do you think you can handle one more?" He murmured against your lips, his hips rocking against your stomach, staining your skin with pearls of precum.

"Yes, gods, yes. Please, Luc, need to feel you." Your words came out as desperate sobs, and he breathed a shaky exhale as he leaned his weight onto his elbows above your shaking body.

"Archons…" Diluc whispered, his head dipping into the crook of your neck to nibble softly at the skin there. "You are simply irresistible."

Quickly, he aligned himself with your entrance, running the warm head of his cock through your folds to collect the combination of your juices and his saliva, before pressing it against your tight hole with a groan.

The stretch of him, so thick and hard as he pushed his way into your cunt, was almost more than you could handle this soon after such an intense orgasm. His pelvis ground up against your clit when he bottomed out, stuffing you full with his aching cock whilst you cried out for him.

He held himself there for a few moments, short, gasping breaths leaving his parted lips as he steadied himself. The lushness of your walls wrapped around him was too delicious to be over so soon.

"I promise, I'll never leave you alone again." He whispered, fixing his gaze on your cock-drunk expression as he delivered one slow thrust into your heat.

"I'll keep you satisfied from now on, my love. Never going to let you go without my touch again. I'll dedicate my whole life to you, okay? You'll never be lonely again, I swear."

Diluc was babbling unconsciously with every thrust he gave, all sweet words and promises in a deep, velvety voice that pushed you further into those blissful feelings.

All you could do was moan and sob incoherently in response, tears of ecstasy wetting your lashes as the shivers running up and down your spine grew more and more violent, wracking through your body in tremorous waves in time with every wet slap of his hips against yours.

Strong hands found their way under your hips, lifting them off the mattress slightly so that he could press your thighs upwards and practically fold you in half against the mattress. The tip of his cock reached even deeper inside you in this new position, and your walls pulsed around him in response to the intense sensations.

"Archons, you feel too good…" He moaned, leaning down to lathe the sensitive skin of your neck in hot, sloppy kisses that were so unlike the tender way he usually kissed you. "Gonna cum for me again, love?"

Frantically, you nodded. The invisible string in your stomach tightened until your entire body felt like a piece of elastic ready to snap as his pace only grew more animalistic. White blind spots began to grow in your vision with every invasion of his thick length into your aching hole, and your symphony of moans were surely waking up the maids on the other side of the mansion by now.

"Gonna fill you up, my love. Gonna cum so deep, you'll always have me in you." Diluc growled. His pace was faltering, each drag of his cock inside you losing their rhythm but gaining strength in his wild desperation.

Your responding whine was music to his ears, and he panted hot breaths against the sweat-slick skin of your throat.

"Luc, 'm gonna cum-" Your words came out slurred, as though drunk on the pleasure. Even your eyes could hardly stay open, so overwhelmed with extraordinary pleasure that every muscle inn your body seemed to be clenched tight.

"Me too, fuck- cum for me, darling. Let me feel you, need to feel you." He groaned, sinking his teeth into the column of your throat. "Cum for me, and I'll give you everything."

That was all it took to send you crashing over the edge into impossible pleasure. Your back arched and a loud scream of ecstasy tore out of your throat. Wetness coated his stomach as you squirted with the force of it, finally pushing him over the edge until he was crashing down to his own climax. Diluc let out a loud moan at the same time as yours, and your synchronised cries of pleasure filled the once silent Winery with the sound of your devotion.

#diluc x reader #diluc x reader smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #diluc ragnvindr x reader

[bensonoliviasstuff]

1 “Turning Page”

Chapter One! “ ‘I'll never leave’, never mind”

Bucky Barnes x fem! Reader

Summary: Once Bucky regained consciousness and was no longer the Winter Soldier, all he missed from the 40s was his wife. But maybe she's closer than he thought.

Warnings: English is NOT my first language, so I'm sorry if there are too many errors. Futhermore i don't think there are many warnings, a little bit of angst, memory loss, betrayal, trauma, Insecurities and other things that you will discover throughout the story. And the best part: Thanos doesn't exist here

The infirmary doors were opened in an angry shove, making a loud noise as the metal of the door met the wall. A nervous Bucky walked past with hurried steps.

“Bucky, Wait!” Steve shouted trying to keep up with his friend's steps. “No one can enter the room yet, they are carrying out tests”

“I need to see, Steve!” He shouted in a broken voice as he continued his way through the corridors of the compound's medical wing. “I need to see with my own eyes...”

The sentence died down when he stopped walking, facing the glass window of the hospital room.

It was you.

Bucky had the image of you memorized perfectly in his head, he could describe everything that had changed since 1940 with just one look, your hair was a few inches longer, there were a few small scars on your face. But it was still you.

He felt like his heart had stopped beating for a few moments.

He ran a metal hand over his face, holding back the sob that threatened to escape his throat. “It’s her Steve” Bucky placed a hand on the glass, almost as if he could feel it.

“It's her, Bucky” Steve said cautiously “But... We don't know what happened to her this whole time, we'll only know how she is when she wakes up.”

That's when realization hit Bucky, his fist closed against the glass, about to punch the wall.

“I’m going to kill those bastards” Bucky said, unable to calm the anger he felt towards those men, what if you went through everything he went through? All the torture he had to endure for years and years? The thought of you suffering like he did made Bucky's heart sink towards his stomach.

“Natasha is interrogating the man who told us she was there” Steve said “She’s waiting for us.”

“I was waiting for you” your voice echoed through the room before Bucky took you by the waist and gave you a kiss full of love. “Sergeant Barnes now then?”

You pulled away to take a good look at your husband, he was wearing the brown suit of a WWII soldier.

“For you it’s always ‘my love’, doll” Bucky said taking you in his arms, this was something you loved about your relationship, even after so long together you still acted like teenagers who had just started a fiery passion.

But Bucky didn’t fail to notice when you lowered your head to hide your teary eyes.

“Hey, doll, what’s wrong?” He already knew the answer, he knew it and it left him almost inconsolable before going to sleep.

“I’m afraid Bucky, what if you don’t come back?” Her voice became lower and lower as the doubt became more terrifying in her mind.

“I will come back doll, I promise you, not in a million years i'm leaving you alone” He placed a hand on your neck, forcing you to look at him.

“You can’t promise that” You said unsurely. “You don’t know if you’re really going to come back. ”

“Then you can marry Steve” He tried to joke to lighten up, and you couldn’t help but let out a tearful laugh, punching him in the shoulder.

“This isn't funny, you know?” You said wiping away your tears. “I know, I know” he apologized pulling you into a tight hug. “I will never leave you doll, that's the only thing I'll keep in mind while I fight: I can't leave my princess behind.”

“How did you know Y/N Barnes was alive?” Natasha asked the man chained in front of her, Bucky and Steve were on the other side of the mirrored glass.

“She was never dead, Hydra has been with her since Steve Rogers was presumed dead” Steve looked down, he still blamed himself for that, for leaving you alone even after you losing your husband.

“What did Hydra wanted with her?” Natasha asked coldly, leaning over the table. “Why did they taked her?”

“Even after we erased the Winter Soldier's memory, he always ended up remembering her at some point, we wanted to create an advantage in this regard, if he decided he was no longer on our side, we would threaten to kill her���

Bucky kicked the nearest chair, cowering in rage. He was ready to go into that room and kill that man in the most violent way ever recorded. “And why didn’t they do that when he disappeared?”

“He was already gone, we couldn't find him, but she didn't lose her usefulness, during the time she was at the base, she made a lot of noise after finding out that James Barnes was alive, sometimes she could spend an entire day screaming for her husband, it was irritating, so we decided to erase her memory, it became much easier to experiment on her after that.” The man was dismissive, he had nothing left to lose, he was already sentenced to prison, now he just wanted to see Sergeant Barnes suffer.

“We also used it to test the soldier's memory, every time after we erased his memory, we took him to her, only to see he didn't recognize her, she cried for days.”

At this point, Bucky was curled up in the corner of the wall, holding his head as the tears fell. You called out to him, you spent days screaming for him, you were in the same place as him all the time and he was never even able to recognize you.

It was tearing him apart, it was breaking everything inside him. He was about to leave, unable to listen any longer, when Natasha's question reached his ears.

“Experiments? So she has the super soldier serum?” Bucky turned around, waiting for the answer “No, but we trained her, she was very good at carrying out the missions she was sent, Y/N Barnes killed a lot of people”

That was the final straw for Bucky, they made his precious sweet girl spill blood.

He walked into the room, ignoring Steve's comments about calming down. He grabbed the man by the collar of his clothes and pushed him violently against the wall, starting to throw punches with his metal arm, he could spend hours beating and it still wouldn't be enough, but Steve ripped him off before the man's face was deformed.

“Never put her name in your mouth again! Your bastard! I'll kill you!" Bucky screamed trying to free himself from Steve, Natasha got in front of Bucky and ordered Steve to get him out of there.

Steve left dragging a nervous Bucky. “Look, I have the same desire as you, I wanted to go in there and finish him off, but that’s not how you solve things Bucky!”

Bucky sat on the chair he had kicked minutes ago, putting his head in his hands, everything in him was shaking, a mixture of hatred, anguish and guilt. “They put her through hell, Steve!” He stood up abruptly, putting his hand over his mouth. “All this because I left her alone, I forgot about her! I promised I would always be there for her and I just forgot about her!”

Steve looked at his friend with a very strong tightness in his chest, this whole situation hurt him in a way he couldn't even explain, imagine how much it was hurting Bucky? How much did it hurt you, going through all of this alone?

He still remembered when he had to break the news to you.

“Steve!” You said happily after opening the door to the apartment you and Bucky shared. “Oh, I'm so happy to see you! I still haven't gotten used to the fact that you're taller than me now” You walked forward giving Steve a hug, noticing that his face wasn't looking good but you wanted to ignore all the crazy theories in your head. “Where is my husband? Why didn't he come with you? I already said you can't steal it from me” You joked, despairing when Steve didn't laugh.

“I'm so sorry Y/n... Bucky...” Steve started to speak but you interrupted before he could finish his line of reasoning. "No! Don’t say that Steve, it’s not true, it can’t be true, don't you dare to lie to me!” You said taking steps back, with your hand on your stomach, feeling like you were going to throw up.

“He promised... He told me he would come back!” You started to cry as Steve walked over pulling you into a hug.

Your legs no longer had the strength to keep you standing when you started crying and sobbing in Steve's arms. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry” Steve kept repeating, even though his heart was breaking more and more.

“He promised me Steve! He has to come back” You repeated between sobs, Steve didn’t know what to say when your pain seemed to be consuming you.

That day, he laid you in bed, made you some tea and sat next to you until you Say a sentence that ended that super soldier.

“The worst lie I’ve ever heard: ‘I’ll never leave.’” You sighed with heavy eyes “Never mind”

After saying that you fell asleep, Steve couldn't put into words how painful it was to see your red and swollen face sleeping.

“I promise to take care of you Y/n, I won’t leave you alone, for Bucky”

Even so many years later Steve's heart hurts knowing that if he hadn't left, maybe you wouldn't have been alone, and now he feels even more guilty knowing that if he had been around, Hydra wouldn't have taken you.

He felt like it was his fault, even if it wasn't.

Steve's thoughts were interrupted by the door opening.

“Sergeant, Captain” Tony appeared in the room, a curious and relieved look on his face “She woke up”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel #the avengers #iron man #tony stark #natasha romanoff #black widow #steve rogers #captain america #imagine #writing

[silverameco]

First Kiss - @wolfstarmicrofic - 733 words

Sirius had always dreamed of romance. For his family, feelings were nothing more than an inconvenience. Marriage was a mean to an end. Forming alliances, producing heirs. Love was out of the question. He wasn't even sure they knew what love really was. Hell, he wasn't even sure he knew it himself. What he did know however was that the way they treated each other wasn't love.

So he spent his childhood dreaming of something else. Something more. Something worth risking everything over. The kind of love that made you willing to reach the moon just to give it to the person who stole your heart.

Of course, Sirius did know certain forms of love. The unconditional brotherly love for Regulus that he couldn't escape even when, at times, he had wanted to. The twisted love that tied him to his parents despite everything, the kind which made him feel like he didn't deserve anything more than the scraps of affection he wasn't even sure ever existed. The pure and joyful platonic love he felt for his friends, the way it flowed naturally between them. The safe and healing love that the Potters gave him without hesitation, welcoming him in their home.

But he wanted the romantic kind. The big, real love that the poets talked about. He wanted the passion, the butterflies, the blushing cheeks and the hitching breath. The kiss that said this. This is where I'm supposed to be. This is who I belong with. He wanted the electricity in his veins and the shivers on his skin. He wanted it all. Sirius was greedy and always wanted more than life offered him. He wanted to give his everything to someone and have someone's everything in return.

So, he tried. Oh, how he tried to find it. Desperately, almost. At seventeen years old, he was already known as the heartthrob of Hogwarts, having experienced his fair share of heated embraces in the arms of many girls, and some boys too. And yet, he never managed to find it. The everything he was looking for. The kiss that would shatter his world. Maybe he asked for too much. Maybe he dreamed too big.

He didn't even realize this love, too big for his brain to catch up on his heart, was already there. Right in front of his eyes. He didn't understand it until it happened.

They were hanging out in the deserted common room one night. Keeping each other company through their insomnia like they did sometimes. Remus was reading soflty to him while Sirius rested his head on his shoulder, dozing off on the sound of his voice.

When Remus stopped reading suddendly, Sirius raised his head to look at him, surprised. "Moony, why d'you stopped ?"

But he didn't respond, just fixed him with an intense stare and a slightly opened mouth. Sirius didn't know what it was exactly. Maybe the fireplace that made his eyes appear golden. Maybe the peace and quiet of the moment. Maybe the fact that they were so close they could count each other's eyelashes. He couldn't tell you who moved first. All he knew was that, one moment he was looking into Remus' eyes, and the next he closed his own to press their lips together.

That's when it happened. Everything he was so desperate to find, but better somehow. Remus' touch was both soft and demanding. Caring and passionnate. Chapped lips that felt and tasted like the sweetest thing. Their breaths mingled to form one and it was the only thing Sirius wanted to survive on from now on. A tentative swipe of tongue alight something in his guts that just needed a spark to burn.

Sirius thought it was the kind of first kiss that the poets sang about. A kiss that felt like lightning fell from the sky to strike him right there, in the arms of the boy who was here all this time and yet whom he had somehow missed. The boy he finally found when he never really lost him anyway.

A kiss that said

My Moon, I don't have to climb to the moon, you already gave it to me

and

Please, let me offer you all the fragile segments that weave my being in return

It was perfect. It was his everything. Everything he had dreamed of. Everything he wanted, and everything he already had.

#i really like this one #i can't wait to post it #they make me so🫠 #also i'm convinced i can't go any more mini #i swear i'm trying #silv writes things #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #marauders era

[mustainegf]

Can you write an early90’s! Jamesxreader where they are having really hard and passionate sex and they get so into it that they don’t hear the guys walking in on them. But james and reader just keep going and when they’re finished, the guys just keep teasing them.

Love💋

I love writing stuff like thissss 🕸️

This happened most nights, me and James would end up alone in his room, we'd end up making out, which would lead to touching which would eventually lead to where we were right now.

James grunted as he pounded his cock into me, holding me close as we went at it, his blanket hardly covering us. We made love like this most nights.

I whined out, not caring if the guys heard. James continued to grind his hips into me, his dick pulsing between my gummy core. "That's it baby, that's right..." he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

The sound of the door opening hardly reached my ears, both me and James ignored it, it didn't seem important right now. "I love you, James... I- fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I whined, my fingers ringing into his flexing back. "Yes, baby... yes, cum for me," he coaxed. I could tell he was close too by the way he twitched inside me.

He looked up, his pretty blue eyes meeting mine.

My face contorted in pleasure, still holding him as I trembled, feeling myself begin to cum. "There you go, oh that's right, baby..." James groaned, flinching his hips before I felt him spurting inside of me.

James moaned into the room, a thunderous sound that never ceased to get me off. James pumped a few more times, forcing the final drops of his seed into me.

I couldn't help but laugh when I saw his face, sweaty from exertion. "You always look so sexy when you cum," I said. He kissed me quickly on the lips. "Fuck, I hope that got you pregnant," he chuckled. He knew I was on birth control, but he always said something along those lines after cumming in me.

James pulled out and collapsed beside me. I sighed with a smile, glancing around the room. That was when my heart sank.

The door was open. I could've sworn that we had shut it. "James, you said you locked the door," I muttered to him, my voice slightly panicked.

He blinked at me, obviously having been distracted during sex, his gaze darting towards the door. "Did I?" he asked. "What? Yeah," I told him, still panicking. I hadn't wanted the others walking in on us.

Not that they would have cared, hell, that's what I liked about them. They didn't care. But I was still embarrassed. "Shit," he cursed. We both sat up and looked over the bed, but there was no sign of them.

James throw on his boxers and I quickly found a robe, too distracted to clean myself up.

I walked out of James' room, he followed behind me. Walking into the kitchen, we're 3 guys. Lars, kirk, and Jason. All with stupid expressions on their faces. Lars pretended to hump Jason over the counter. "Oh James!! Oh James I'm gonna cum!" He wailed. Kirk giggled at the stupid sight.

I glared at them, beginning to feel James' cum drip down my thighs. "Seriously." I muttered.

"That's what happens when you guys fuck like rabbits," kirk shrugged, flashing his crooked teeth.

#metal #reqs open #metallica #smut #request #smutshot #thrash metal #james hetfield #metallica x reader #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield x you #james hetfield x oc #james hetfield fluff #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fic #james hetfield fanfiction #metallica headcanons #metallica fluff #metallica smut #metallica fanfiction #heavy metal #fanfic #fanfiction #mustainegf

[literaryavenger]

Stargazing

Summary: You and Bucky are spending some time together under the stars.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: None, just a whole lot of fluff. Nerd Bucky. Nerd Reader. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word count: 1K because I'll kick myself I can't make anything short.

Prompt: we're sitting on your roof at midnight and you're pointing out every constellation but out of every star, you shine the brightest.

A/N: I wrote this story in like two hours, so bear with me. I don't know a lot about Astronomy, so I googled everything I put on here. I do know my fair share of Mythology but I realise some things may be wrong or just simply different from things you know, who knows Mythology knows there are a lot of versions of the same story, anything I wrote here are the version I've learned over the years, so no hate, but I'm always open to talk about it more if anyone wants to. Always respectfully, of course. Also, I wrote and posted this from my phone so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes.

Masterlist

“And see those three stars that make an angle?” Bucky points up to them. “That's Coma Berenices.”

One thing not many people know about Bucky Barnes is his love of Astronomy.

Back in the 40s he loved studying the constellations, learning as much as he could. So, after he regained control of his mind and joined the Avengers, he spends his free time catching up in all things space related he's missed since.

You have never been particularly interested in Astronomy, but seeing how passionate your boyfriend gets when it comes to it, you can never say no when he asks you to stargaze with him.

That's why you've spent countless times now in the position you are right now: Laying on a blanket next to Bucky on the roof of the Avengers Compound, looking at the stars and listening to him tell you all about them.

“That one's Cassiopeia…” He points to it. “That one's Lacerta…”

You giggle a little at the funny name and look at him. “Lacerta?”

“It means ‘the Lizard’.” He informs you with a grin while looking at you too.

“Of course it does.” You say playfully and look back up.

“That one is Camelopardalis…” He traces the stars to give you an idea of the shape.

“Now you're just making things up.” You tease him while looking back at his face to find him glaring playfully at you.

“It means giraffe.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Alright, you little geek.” You smile at his indignified scoff but you can see he's fighting a smile, and losing.

You look at each other with goofy smiles for a moment before you softly say, “What else?” prompting him to go on.

He looks back at the stars for a moment before he starts tracing another constellation.

That's something Bucky loves to do, like the most intricate game of connect the dots ever, and he wins every time.

Sometimes you've even made it into a game, trying to find all the stars in a constellation before the other, but he has the unfair advantage of actually knowing them all. But you always have fun playing, even if you end up behaving like children.

And looking at him right now, his eyes on the stars and his hand up to trace them with his finger, you can't take your eyes off of him and you know, out of all the constellations, he shines the brightest.

“That…” He traces the biggest constellation he's shown you tonight. “is the Ursa Major.”

His voice snaps you out of it and you look back up. He's shown you these same constellations time and time again, every time with the same passion and every time you listen intently, just enchanted by his voice.

“And that one…” He traces another one. “is Pegasus.”

Huh, that was a new one. You look at it while tilting your head. “Pegasus?”

“Yeah, that one I don't know what it means.” He chuckles, about to move on to another set of stars when you interrupt him.

“Pegasus is a winged horse from Greek Mythology.” You say before you can stop yourself.

Mythology is something you've always found fascinating and, much like Bucky with Astronomy, you've always tried to learn as much as you could about it.

Unlike Bucky, you've always kept this small passion to yourself, which is why Bucky is looking at you right now with a confused yet amused raise of his eyebrow.

“What? Can't a girl know a random fact?” You say playfully while looking back up at the stars to hide your slight blush.

“So that's all it is? A random fact?” Bucky asks, his eyes still on you and you know he can tell there's more to it. He knows you pretty well, after all.

“Maybe…” You say playfully, finally looking at him with a small smile.

“Tell me more about it?” He says softly, not pushing you to talk but letting you know he's open to listen if you want.

“Well…” You say quietly after a moment, looking back at the stars as you think about what to tell him. “Pegasus was born from Poseidon-”

“Poseidon?” He interrupts you with a small frown. “The god of the ocean?”

“Yeah…” You chuckle, looking at him. “He's also known as the God of Horses.”

“He is?” He frowns more. “Why?”

“Well, according to Greek mythology he invented them.” You explain with a smile. “He created them out of foam from the ocean in order to be elected as the patron god of a new city. But Athena created an olive tree and the citizens saw that as more useful and chose her, naming their city Athens.”

Bucky looks at you with awe, his entire attention on you now as you enthrall him with your words.

“And he was the father of Pegasus?” Bucky asks you, just wanting to hear more of your voice.

“Yeah, Poseidon was his father and Medusa his mother.” You look back up at the stars, trying to  recall more details of the story. “He was born when Medusa got decapitated by Perseus. The blood from her neck fell into the ocean and, out of the white foam, came Pegasus, along with Chrysaor.”

“Chrysaor?” He asks, his eyebrows rising in surprise. “Another horse with wings?”

“No, he was a boar with wings.” You correct him. “Chrysaor comes from a name that means ‘he who has a golden sword’. Pegasus doesn't have a meaning, but it symbolizes divine inspiration or the journey to Heaven, because…”

You keep talking about Greek mythology as you look at the stars, Bucky’s eyes on you the whole time.

He finally understands why you love hearing him talk about Astronomy so much even though you have virtually no interest in it.

The way you talk about Mythology, the knowledge and the passion you show… It's breathtaking to see, and Bucky never wants to stop listening to you at this moment. 

If you were looking at him you'd see the same look you have on your face when you look at him talking about the stars, the same look he has when he's looking at the stars…

He may love to stargaze, but the biggest, brightest of them all is laying right beside him, and that’s definitely his favorite.

#bucky barnes #avengers x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes oneshot #marvel fanfiction

[propertyofyoutube]

I HAVE A REQUEST

So the fic could be a Sam X reader, and it starts with just pure smut and him being dominant, then after right, the reader Is laying in bed and Sam's editing. The reader takes out her phone and does the trend 'this man just took my ability to walk and now he's editing' and the reader, who is publicly dating, posts it and it gets millions of view and likes and Sam gets a notification too and he opens it to see that, and then he stops editing and starts cuddling the reader, ending the fic in fluff or smut, your choice. Sam could also ask at the end 'you happy now?'

Are you happy now? - EXPLICIT

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, dom!sam, controlling during sex, rough but passionate, angry!sam, creampie, oral, gagging, pure filth and love. Oh and bad language lol.

Not edited.

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You sat peacefully on the sofa in yours and Sam's shared bedroom, happily scrolling through your TikTok foryou page. You suddenly came across an edit of you and Sam. Your eye fell wide as you watched the skills of the talented fans, highlighted moments in your relationship in the most amazing way. You and Sam had been public for almost 2 years now, and it still was hard for you to see yourself in this way. Something you'd probably never get used to. As you watched the quickly changing clips your heart dropped as you saw a text message from Colby drop down the top of your screen.

Colbs: yooo, warning! Shitty day, Sam's pretty angry about this last meeting...

You: oh fuck... is he okay? Are you okay? When you say angry, like shouting angry or silent angry?

Your thumb twiddled across your keyboard as you watched Colby's typing bubble show up. You wasn't sure which you'd prefer right now. Shouting angry Sam meant he would probably have to offload his stress on you with a monologue of curse words and exaggerated arm movements. But silent angry Sam, could be two things; 1- headphones on/movie on and cuddling in silence, 2- breaking your back in an outburst of dominance and frustration, most perfect stress reliever. Lowkey, you were hoping for the latter.

Colbs: I'm okay, Sam will probably explain it to you... but let's just say he hasn't said a word since he started driving home...

You: right okay... thanks for the heads up x

You sighed after texting Colby back. You hated when Sam had a shit day, it killed you to see him upset, and we're always willing to do whatever it took to make him feel better.

>>>>>>>>>

It had only been 20 minute you were waiting, still sat on the sofa, before you heard the front door open. You waited nervously as you closed your phone placing it down beside you. You could hear Colby's voice muffling in the background and suddenly the sound of footsteps making their climb up the staircase. You knew those angry footsteps anywhere.

You took a deep breath as the bedroom door opened and Sam walked in, throwing his bag down quickly, his jaw clenched and his fists stiff.

"Hey baby, are you okay?" You asked, trying to make it seem like Colby hadn't already told you that he wasn't okay.

Sam instantly began to take off his jacket, your eyes fell wide as his gaze met yours as he walked further into the room. You knew that look anywhere. His hands quickly unbuckled his belt as you felt your stomach do a flip and your heat twitch. “Clothes off. Now.” He spoke firmly as your eyes fell wide with both concern and excitement. “I need you.” Sam said his voice shaking with so much emotion.

You instantly stood up and began to remove your clothes your heart beating fast. As you quickly managed to strip completely naked, you looked up to see Sam, his expression softening ever so slightly at the view of you. “Fuck me…” he said, his voice low. “Get over here now.” He said firmly.

You bit your lip in anticipation as you began to head over to him. Sam stepped forward meeting you halfway as he crashed his lips onto yours. The kiss was instantly hot and passionate. His hands wandering around your body.

“I’ve had… such a shitty day…” Sam mumbled against your lips as his grip on your skin deepened.

“I know baby…” you whispered back between kisses.

“All I thought about… was you..” he continued, as he suddenly tugged on your hair, pulling your head back earning a moan from you. “And taking all my frustrations out on that perfect little pussy of yours…” Sam suddenly bit on your lip as his voice sent shivers down your body. “Do you want me to feel better baby?” He asked, his voice low.

“Uh huh…” you managed to squeeze out through moans.

You felt as Sam smirked against your lips, he quickly moved to near your ear as he spoke firmly, “then be a good girl, and get on those knees.” As he suddenly nibbled on your ear your eyes rolled back as you nodded.

Without question, you instantly dropped to your knees, his throbbing cock now directing in your eye line. “Don’t make me ask again.” Sam said with a smirk across his face. You smiled back up at him as you licked your lips, his hand grazing across your chin.

You quickly grabbed his cock as Sam’s jaw slacked open. Your eyes gazing up at him as you suddenly took the head of his dick into your mouth. Sam moaned low as you swirled your tongue around. “Fuck baby… if you don’t stop teasing me… I’ll fuck the back of your throat until you gag.” You loved this side of Sam. When his dominant side really shines through, the control he has turned you on more than anything.

You obeyed and quickly began to bob your head back and forth, taking as much as you could whilst stroking the rest of him.

“Fuck… that’s it baby girl.” Sam spoke between groans.

You couldn’t help but smile, you always felt proud of yourself when Sam praised you like this. His hand stroking the back of your head and the feeling of your lips surrounding his cock making both of you melt.

Suddenly Sam started to buck his hips slightly, you could tell his desperate for more. You looked up at him as you suddenly opened up your mouth wider, giving him permission to take over. He quickly looked down at you with his eyes full of love as they suddenly turned much darker and he bit his lip, grabbing the back of your head with both hands suddenly began to face fuck you. “Atta girl!” Sam groaned deeply as his cock hit the back of your throat. Again and again. Sam held his cock there for a moment as your eyes began to water and you couldn’t help but gag.

“Fuck…” Sam groaned as he pulled out slowly. Allowing you to catch your breath. After a moment, the air back in your lungs, he pushed his dick straight back in, repeating the same steps. As you gagged once more, he pulled out once again as he breathed heavily. “Fuck baby, come here.” He demanded as you stood up wiping drool from your chin.

“Jump.” He said firmly as you quickly hopped up, his hands grabbing your legs as they wrapped around his waist.

You couldn’t help but let out a squeal of excitement as he threw you onto the bed. He immediately followed you as he hovered his body above yours. He reconnected your lips in another moment of passion as he took his hand, moving it down along your body until it reached your heat. As Sam’s fingers found your clit and began to rub in fast circles, you moaned against his lips as he kissed you. Your back arched off the bed as your soaking core finally had some relief. But you wanted more, you needed him, you needed to feel him inside of you.

“You… are the only thing… that gets me through the day.” Sam groaned as he kissed down to your neck, rubbing faster.

“D-don’t stop baby…” you cried out, your head throwing back in pleasure. That knot forming in your stomach as you bucked your hips against his hand.

“What happened to your manners?” Sam said firmly, as his hand slowly lowered its speed.

Your jaw fell wide open as that ache returned, “p-please Sam. Please, just fuck me.” You begged as a smirk formed on Sam’s face.

“Be careful what you wish for…” Sam said catching you off guard as he suddenly took his cock, pushing it deep inside of you with no warning. Both of you simultaneously moaning loudly.

As Sam began to thrust in and out of you, your hands gripped onto his back as you slowly dragged your nails down, earning an even deeper groan from Sam. The knot in your stomach quickly reformed as you were now desperate to feel that release of pleasure. “Fuck Sam.” You moaned out as Sam felt your walls clench around him. Suddenly he lifted himself off you slightly as he began to pound into you, deeper and faster as your legs began to shake.

“That’s it baby, cum for me.” Sam spoke with demand on his voice.

His speed consistent as you felt it build up quickly, until it suddenly exploded. Your whole body filled from top to bottom with a rush of passion and pleasure. “Sam!” You cried out as Sam felt you cum all over him. Sam’s thrusts slowed down slightly as he rode out your high before pulling out of you. He quickly raised onto his knees.

“Turn over.” He demanded, the way his voice changed with his dominance was breathtaking. You obliged immediately flipping over as you tried to catch your breath.

Sam bit his lip as he began to tease your entrance with his cock. “If only… my employees could be as obedient as you…” he spoke as his heart pounded, remembering why he was so angry.

“Please Sammy…” you begged, your body now becoming more exhausted but ready for more.

“As you wish, princess.” Sam said as he quickly pushed himself back inside of you, hitting your g-spot instantly in your still sensitive core.

“Oh shit..” you gasped as he pulled back out before pushing deep inside of you once again. Sam groaned lower than ever as he began to pick up his speed with each thrust. His hips smacking loudly against your ass, loud enough for the neighbours to hear as he pounded into you.

“Fuck y/n…” Sam groaning your name sent shivers throughout your entire body. Suddenly, Sam leaned forward grabbing both of your hands as he pulled them behind your back, allowing your chest to fall onto the bed. “I’m gonna split you in half.” Sam spoke through gritted teeth.

“Yes baby!” You cried out as Sam pinned your arms by the wrist to your lower back and he instantly sped up once again, his dick deeper inside of you with each powerful thrust. “Fuck fuck fuck!” You cried out as the side of your face rested on the mattress.

“Fuck, I’m close baby.” Sam groaned as he refused to lay off. “Cum with me, okay?” He said as you whined nodding your head, unable to form words.

“Good girl.” Sam praised once again allowing that knot to instantly form, quickly expanding in your stomach. You both became moaning messes as his pounded you to your limit.

“Fuck now, y/n!” He practically shouted as a string of curse words left both of your mouths. Your walls clenched around him, as you came all over his cock. Quickly followed by his hot cum filling you up entirely.

Sam’s thrusts slowed down, riding out both of your highs, until he slowly pulled out. His hot cum spilling out after him. “Are you okay?” Sam quickly asked, it was rare he was that hard on you, and he always needed to make sure you were okay.

“Uh huh…” you nodded with a smile as you breathed heavily, your heart pounding out of your chest.

Sam suddenly leaned down, kissing your cheek gently, as he moved your hair out of your face. “Why don’t you go take a shower baby?” Sam suggested before kissing you on the lips, much more sweet than before.

You nodded your head sloppily as your energy had gone from 100 to 0.

“I’ll be right here, waiting when you get back.” Sam said with a smile as you kissed him once more.

>>>>>>>>>

The shower was exactly what you needed after that. However, your legs were weak, and it was truly a challenge to stay stood up right whilst you washed. But, you managed to pull through.

As you walked back into the room, you looked at the bed to see Sam not there. You sighed slightly, as knowing this boy, he probably was working once again. Even after such a shitty day. Once you put on your pjs and brushed your hair, you left the bedroom and walked down the hallway, stopping at Sam and Colby’s shared office. As you peeped around the door, you saw Sam, headphones on, clicking away. You smiled as you watched the concentration on his face, however, this bitch promised to be waiting for you for a cuddle. You leaned on the door frame as you lifted your arm, knocking 3 times. Sam’s eyes quickly darted to the door as he lifted one side of his headphones away from his ear.

“Hey baby, I just thought I’d start editing next months video.” He said as he smiled at you. You smiled back with a sigh as you rested your head on the frame.

“Tonight?” You said with sadness in your voice.

Sam sighed as he glanced at his screen and then back at you, “just 15 minutes, I promise…” he said softly, which you knew full well would turn out to be a lie.

“Okay…” you said with a smile as he smiled back with so much love and appreciation on his face for you. After the pounding you had, you truly did just want him to hold you, you never really was one for much aftercare, but you felt so exhausted you just wanted to be with him.

You scrunched your face up, trying to think of a way to get him to bed, but unfortunately nothing came to you. You took a deep breath once again, as you looked over at him, his eyes glued to the screen as he clicked away. You took out your phone as snapped a video of him editing away. You chuckled to yourself as you walked back to the bedroom.

As you climbed into bed, you headed straight onto TikTok, immediately opening to another edit of yourself and sam. Which immediately gave you a bright idea. You bit your lip mischievously as you selected the video of Sam editing. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself as you joined the TikTok trend by typing, ‘man just blew my back out and now he’s editing🤔’ and added a sound. You paused for moment before hitting post, unsure of how Sam would take you posting this, but also knowing that the fans would absolutely love it. As you battled with yourself for a moment, the fans won. The fans will always win. You hit post and within 3 seconds, the comments, likes and shares started rolling in. Your phone going crazier than usual.

As Sam felt his eyes falling heavy, he already wanted to call it quits after 5 minutes. He just wanted to be with you, holding you after such a long day but such an amazing night. ‘Just one more clip’ he thought to himself but he suddenly noticed his phone flashing like crazy, as much as when they post a new Sam and Colby video. He frowned confused for a moment, as he removed his headphones picking up his phone. His mouth and eyes simultaneously fell wide as he watched your TikTok and the read the comments as they continued to roll on. The corners of his mouth slowly began to turn upwards as a smile spread across his face.

Almost 5 minutes had passed and you continued to scroll through your foryou page. You weren’t even sure if Sam had seen the video, so when he appeared in the bedroom, you kept your eyes on your phone as you spoke, trying your best to hold in a laugh, “finished so soon babe?” You asked with innocence in your voice.

Sam continued to walk across the room before climbing into bed beside you. He grabbed your phone out of your hands, locking it and putting it back down as he lifted his arm up over your head, signalling for you to cuddle him.

You looked up at him with a smile as you wiggled yourself into his arms. He squeezed tightly as he kissed your head and you exhaled deeply in a sigh of relaxation.

“Are you happy now?” Sam asked with a chuckle.

You gazed up at him with a mischievous smirk across your face, “I’ve never felt happier.”

Sam glared at you but he simply couldn’t resist that smile and those eyes, “it’s a good job I love you more than anything.” He said as he made himself more comfortable.

“It’s a good job I’m incredibly patient.” You said sarcastically knowing you are the completely opposite.

Sam looked at you his eyebrows raised, “hmm, so patient!” He laughed as you suddenly leaned up kissing him deeply.

As you pulled away he looked deep into your eyes as you spoke, “I love you more.” You said softly as Sam smiled, pulling you in and connecting your lips once again.

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Authors note: hey guys, I hope you enjoyed this one! I know I enjoyed writing it! Make sure to leave your requests! 🖤

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[capacityfornirvana]

Everyone has been going on about how Tommy prioritized Buck by showing up after what must have been a grueling and exhausting shift, and for good reason!

But I like to think that Buck prioritized Tommy right back later that day, by making sure he got some much-needed rest.

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I envision the two leaving the hospital, and Buck inviting Tommy back to his apartment. Tommy assumes Buck wants to be sexually intimate and initially turns down the offer.

"Look. Evan, I really like you. A lot. And a part of me wants to say yes, believe me. But one, I'm exhausted beyond belief. And two, I... don't want to rush into things and regret it. I want the first time to really mean something at the right time."

But then Buck shakes his head in confusion, before smirking and clarifying that he's inviting Tommy over so they can both get some rest after a long day.

"Come on. Come over, please. We'll get some rest. Initially, I'll admit I thought we would negotiate positions when we got into bed. But I can see that you're way more tired than I am, so I tell you what, I'll make the sacrifice and be the big spoon this time. And I'll cook you dinner! Or would it be lunch? You know what, I'll do both. All you have to do... is say yes."

Tommy smiles, incredibly touched, when he realizes that Buck indeed wants to be intimate, but in a really sweet and domestic way that he's never really had with someone before.

Tommy tries to say yes, but a passionate yawn escapes instead. Buck tilts his head to the side. "I... think... that was a yes?"

Tommy laughs and nods his head vigorously. "Yes. Yes. Let's go get some sleep, big spoon."

And sure enough, Tommy wakes to the smell of something delicious wafting through the apartment.

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[goodluckclove]

On Not Writing

Hi! I'm back. i had a fun two days of doing absolutely nothing writing related, including scrolling this blog. Wife and I played a lot of Valheim. Took a lot of bike rides. Watched Interstellar for the first time - pretty good, kind of silly at the end. It was my first two-day weekend in probably three months, so it was much-needed, hard as it was.

And it got me thinking of some things I wanted to say to the community here. It's especially targeted towards younger writers, of which I used to be one, but I think it can apply to anyone who finds themselves despairing over how much they aren't writing.

Let's imagine you're sitting with me in this coffee shop. It's an overcast Portland morning and I just inadvertently vivisected a croissant. And as we sip our drinks (I ordered a lavender latte), you lament to me. I don't know what to do, Clove. I just haven't been writing!

You know what I say to that?

Good.

This is a new hot take of mine that I, once again, worry about upsetting people with. Because I see a lot of guides here about how to write, or how to write consistently, or how to write through writers block. But I haven't seen a single person talking about the inverse - how to not write. Or - perhaps more accurately - how to exist as a human being separate from your identity as a writer.

This is a problem for me.

Listen - I started young. I was 12 when I wrote my first novella, and 13 when I completed my first novel the next year. Adults in my life were impressed by the big-eyed child writing so many words. They encouraged me. I wrote two more novels, and they continued to encourage me. Because of the potential, right? I could be successful. I could be famous.

People stopped pushing me to try other things. I saw I was getting validation as a writer, so that only pushed me to continue fixating over something I was already enjoying and getting pretty good at. Dad had me writing two thousand words every day, because that's what Stephen King did. At 16 I finished four full-length novels, which everyone thought was really cool and interesting. I was also sporting dual hand braces every day throughout the winter to cope with the carpal tunnel I still struggle with to this day.

There is encouraging a person in their passion. There is also poisoning them with the belief that their self-worth comes from pursuing that passion. This is entirely, absolutely, even more true for younger writers and artists.

I am enraged for the young writer in my heart and in my head. Because they worried about a lot of the same things I see people worry about on here. Oh, if I don't write I'm not a writer! And to an extent they're right, as to be a writer you need to at some point write some stuff.

But here's the fucking thing, Young Clover - a child should not strive for the work ethic of a professional adult. You did not need to write 2k words a day to be a writer. You were a writer as soon as you updated that terrible Invader Zim fanfiction you wrote when you were 10.

And more than that, though, the most important thing to a person should not be their job and aspirations. If you don't write every day, you're still a writer. If you've never written anything, you aren't - and that's fine. You might write something later down the line, or you might not. Either way you are still entitled to exist on the planet and capable of living a full and passionate and wonderful life.

Hear my words: being a writer is not more important than being a human being.

If you aren't writing right now, maybe you're not supposed to be. Maybe you're meant to be nurturing your relationships, or nurturing yourself. Maybe you're supposed to be volunteering. Or meeting new people. Or gaining a new field of knowledge. Or getting really good at making focaccia bread. Or watching every Mark Wahlberg movie.

I don't like to hear this any more than you do. If I was told that I, for some reason, was not allowed to write for the rest of my life, I would be miserable for maybe a long time. After that passed it's my hope that I would move on and do other things, because my worth is not dependent on being a writer. I like doing it. I like being it, and I hope to be one for the rest of my life. But I never want it to be the first thing people see when they look at me. I don't even like bringing it up in conversation with people I don't already know.

So yeah, if you have "writer's block", maybe consider putting down the pickaxe and getting some rest. Step away entirely from the large boulder that stands between you being the next Stephen King or Brandon Sanderson or Teen Dystopia Writer no. 2321. Take a break, and I mean an ACTUAL break, not the kind where you spend the whole time sulking about work.

I am legitimately begging the writers on here to have developed lives and interests outside of writing. I am begging because I do not have that and it has consistently been one of the hardest things of my life.

You prioritize living outside your writing and it will improve the quality of your writing when you get back to it, as it'll allow you a frame of reference that extends beyond our niche industry. Or it might make you realize that, while you enjoy writing, what you really love is ceramics. Or game developing. Or mutual-aid activism. Or the movies of Mark Wahlberg.

It is not your job to treat yourself like you already have a dozen deadlines and an audience teetering on the edge of disappointment. That's ultimately not going to help you. Your job on this earth is to exist fully, for the sake of the universe that wants so desperately to live vicariously through you.

So breathe. Breathe and calm down. You aren't a failure and there's nothing you have to prove. All you have to do today is drink some water and have a nice snack while you look at a cloud.

Please be kind. All of us need to be kinder to each other and to ourselves.

That's all I want to say. I love you dearly. Please let me know if you need anything.

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