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#crush the flowers
easychord · 2 years
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Why should I listen to you?
If you could see what I see
You wouldn't listen to me
Are you really so hard?
Are you really so hard in your heart?
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yrsonpurpose · 24 days
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#he's not
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squidinu · 1 year
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fluffy thoughts
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mishiami · 4 months
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the silly kind of crush you develop on the only other person your age with the nice smile and the soft voice
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Hii dear, how do you think Bucky would react to reader asking him to touch himself while she watches?
I am so sorry, this took way too long, but inspiration hit me and I think you might like it, so here ya go! Let me know what you think.
“Absolutely not.”
Zero room for negotiation. Exactly what you expected when you planned to ask Bucky to try something new. And exactly the challenge that you were looking for, because heat has already started to compress low in your belly at the idea of getting him to cave now.
Not that Bucky comes up short in the bedroom – not at all. But he isn’t the most flexible when it comes to trying new things, even if you are certain that there is a part of Bucky that revels in sexual exploration. After all, with his strong physique and heavy training, in combination with his dark mentality, he has so much potential to take it …far in the bedroom. And the burden falls on you to prod and poke until he allows himself to indulge in all his heart desires – for you to eventually indulge in him.
“Why not?” you plead at him.
He arches a brow at you and continues making the bed with you, arms flexing as he works. “Because why would I masturbate in front of you when I can fuck you?”
Jeez, he truly is a caveman sometimes…
“Because it’s hot, Bucky. I want to watch you torture yourself,” you tell him like it’s the most obvious thing on the planet and this time Bucky pauses before giving you a compressed smile. Maybe torture wasn’t the best word…
“You think it’s hot, because you think masturbating is torture for me?” he asks and you study him, wary all of sudden, since you have a feeling he is about to prove you wrong.
“Buck–”
“No,” he interrupts you, giving the duvet one last shake as he finishes making the bed and turns to you fully. “You want me to fuck my fist while you watch? Fine. You will watch...” A long pause. “ – and only watch.”
This is torture.
“Bucky,” you plead, breathless from less than nothing, “come on, stop teasing.”
He answers with only a smirk and the flex of his hand around his base, dragging it up and pressing more blood to the throbbing head of his cock. You would think him teasing himself would destroy him, but apparently the sight of you is enough to edge himself endlessly.
You buck your hips up and shimmy down on the mattress, tugging at the restraints that keep your wrists tied to the headboard. This position is even less comfortable, but you barely notice over the pleading ache between your hips. He just looks so fucking good pleasing himself. Your breath hitches when you feel your own arousal drip down between your ass and you quickly press your thighs together in embarrassment.
But Bucky’s eyes darken and his stare turns into that of warning. Standing at the edge of the bed, one knee pressed into the mattress and his dark-blue jeans popped open to let his cock bob against his rough abdomen, you swallow a whine at the sight of him.
“Legs open, sweetheart,” he reminds you and you instantly snap them open with the feeble hope that he will allow you to have him sooner. He watches your naked chest rise and fall with frustrated breaths, your hands turning and twisting against the restraints.
Utterly naked and tied up before him as he strokes and strokes and strokes himself until you’re drooling, you feel helpless before him. It’s pathetic how this is the thing that can bring you to a whining and whimpering state. And he hasn’t even touched you. Your skin was already on fire when he stroked his knuckles down your arms after tying you up. All he has done is throw more gas onto it.
His eyes drag down your body to watch your cunt, and it pulsates in answer to his stare, making him chuckle under his breath. Your toes curl into the sheets and you close your eyes to take a controlled breath, desperately grappling for something of power. But you have noticed something.
You were wondering why you were eyeing him so expectantly at the beginning, waiting for something, only to find out you were waiting for sounds. For him to groan, or whimper, or– Fuck it, you would take the sound of a hitched breath. But barely anything made it past his lips and you realise with pride burning in your chest like a thousand suns, he only loses control like that when it’s you touching him.
He’s too stubborn to make sounds otherwise, crack his pride to show you how much you affect him. But you’ve seen him lose his restraint. You’ve seen him gasp with that first heavenly thrust, felt his fist tighten in your hair and heard the filthiest moan known to man against the shell of your ear.
So all you have to do is remind him. You open your eyes.
“Let me lick it,” you tell him and Bucky freezes, his eyes hardening on yours.
“What,” he snaps, teeth gritting.
“Let me taste you,” you continue. “Come on, I can see you want to come, Bucky. Come in my mouth.”
You can see his brain working over hours and you bite back the smug smirk that wants to break through when you see his cock throb and his fist tighten over it. His eyes flash and he crawls onto the bed, shedding his jeans and boxers as he crawls over. It is all you can do not to arch your entire body towards him, the anticipation dripping down into the sheets from between your legs.
“You want to have a taste?” he nearly whispers and crawls between your legs, his lips hovering over yours. And you would wrap your ankles around him and trap him, or tilt your chin and kiss the breath from him, if it wouldn’t put you back to square one of begging for your man.
You nod. Barely.
“Close your eyes,” he commands and you do so instantly. “Open your mouth.” You do.
You wait for the warm, salty taste of him, your breath quickening when you feel the proximity of Bucky and nothing more. It feels like hours that you lay there, waiting for something – anything – from him.
And just when you’re about to protest and tell him to hurry the fuck up, the breath gets knocked out of you and you arch up to the ceiling with his cock buried so deep into your cunt you lose each and every thought. The long, raspy, filthy moan that follows at that feeling gets swallowed by Bucky’s greedy mouth and he groans in response, like a breath he has been holding for over an hour.
“That was torture,” he mumbles against your lips, his resolve clearly faltering. “Watching your drip for me, beg for me, right in front of my nose. Nothing compares to you.”
You sigh at his words and tug at the restraints when he pulls out. Opening your mouth to protest, another sounds garbles out when he pushes in to the very hilt again and every wall of yours hugs him into you further. Fuck, he’s in deep. Slow, steady, with a sharp push at the end that makes your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. He presses kiss after kiss after kiss to your swollen lips and he whispers and mumbles things to you that you can barely make out as he starts thrusting in and out of you. Some things are in Russian or Bulgarian or–
Fuck, his voice. “I want to feel your legs around me. Want your fingers in my hair,” he grunts and you can barely make sense of his rambling. “Want to feel you squeeze me and I want to taste you,” he lets out a starved groan, “God, I want to fucking taste you.”
In a second, he has pulled out of you, pulled away from you and crawls between your legs. His strong arms and hands manhandle your legs tightly around his head and you don’t get time to squawk in surprise before his whole mouth engulfs your throbbing pussy and you melt into the sheets until you yourself are nothing but silk and softness.
“Oh, Bucky,” you whine and he hums against you in delight, one wide hand spreading over your belly and squeezing as he eats you up.
He licks and nibbles and sucks and devours you whole. And when his tongue pushes into your hole slowly, you writhe against him and hiccup for breaths. Nothing is enough, everything is too much. You don’t know what you want from him, you don’t know what you are or want to become. You only know Bucky is the way to get it. To get relief and extasy and pleasure and warmth and Jesus Christ, this man will kill you.
“I counted,” he mumbles against you. “You watched me fuck my fist for ten minutes.” You gasp for breath as his nose circles against your clit and he inhales deeply. “So I get to make you come at least ten times.”
Oh no, oh no, oh no–  “Holy fucking shit!”
“One.”
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pussyeater8000 · 8 months
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I need the 2012 fandom to talk about Donnie's contact in April's Shellphone (i forgot what they're called sue me)
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holografrick · 1 month
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babysitter dabi
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222heart · 16 days
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scorple · 2 years
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my favorite thing about Aabria is that she genuinely wants her players to have the best time and sometimes that means bringing actual Jeremy Renner into the fey realm to one up a joke a player made and sometimes it means letting a player absolutely eviscerate one of her final bosses bc they rolled two nat 20s
she just makes every single thing the players do matter and I love it
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dreammeiser · 5 days
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Some sketches done for Mae and Teddy's recent QnA! I have been writing a lot for both their arcs since one closely follows the other, I wanted to give myself a little treat-treat and do some asks for them!
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lammydraws · 4 months
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An offering
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owari-no-suffering · 5 months
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shoutout to lan wangji and luo binghe for being endlessly tormented by their love interests' mixed signals, reaching their breaking point, and then proceeding to never be normal about their (always reciprocated) crushes (turned husbands) ever again.
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esotericc-angel · 2 months
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I want to manifest my celebrity crush but he’s married with 2 small kids… Should I feel guilty?
no. if you desire something, then you are meant to have it. if you can imagine being with this person, then it is very well a reality that you can shift to. all you do is stay focused and affirm.
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silverskye13 · 3 months
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Question: if you gave Helsknight a 'fuck you in the language of flowers' bouquet, what would he do?
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He's flattered. How much trouble did you go through to get this? They're like actual literal flowers. He wears one as a token to his next tournament. When someone points out to him those flowers mean "Fuck you, actually" he somehow finds them more endearing. Gotta respect the nemesis hustle.
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metamorphesque · 2 years
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taking a bath with you
ilya kaminsky (deaf republic), loved like a flower bouquet (花束みたいな恋をした), god’s own country, richard siken (driving, not washing), like crazy
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mtsodie · 3 months
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my beautiful wife and husband
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