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#is it friday yet? :D
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Word Find Tag
I was tagged by @i-can-even-burn-salad some time ago, and recently realized that perhaps word finds aren't the best tag game to save for editing rewards, so prepare yourselves for more soon lol. Thank you, Elli, for the lovely tag <3
My words: feel, fault, force, and fine
Your words: linger, last, lean, love, and a bonus, if you have it :) - livid
No pressure tagging (only if/when you want!): @outpost51, @oh-no-another-idea, @little-peril-stories, @clairelsonao3, and @silverslipstream
From my upcoming chapter of Hidden Depths :D
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Feel
She blinked, feeling helpless as she returned her gaze to him. This wasn’t something she could fix with hardness or violence, and it had been a very long time since she’d been in a situation where that wasn’t the case.
Fault
Oh gods. Her fault, her fault, her fault.  She let him have his hand back, which he clenched into a fist, folding his arm over his stomach. “Cuz you wouldn’t tell him where I went?” Her voice quavered, a pit opening up in her gut.
Force
It didn’t really fit with the force of his motions as he caught the carriage driver’s attention or the hardness in his brown eyes, something Carr could say she’d never seen there before. Oh fuck, she’d pushed him too far. She hadn’t even been able to make it one fucking day.
Fine
The sound? He cocked his head when she dropped her hand and shrugged.  “It worked, it’s fine.” She hated high-pitched sounds, but it was a good method.  Resh whistled again, lower this time, and she furrowed her brows. Better?  “Y-yeah.” Carr flushed, looking away, then quickly looked back up. Gods, this was hard. She’d never realized how difficult it was to stare at someone’s face.
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squirting-sub · 3 months
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Haven't had a properly long and rough session in a minute, so the plan is to have one this week finallyyy. Can't wait to be in sub space again (hopefully)!!
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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 6 months
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I’m gonna need some elaboration on like. All of that
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c0smiccom3t · 8 months
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GUYS!!!! GUYS GUYS OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD
ITS RYONNA!!! ITS RYONNA!!!! RYONNA!!
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SHE'S COMING TO TEAM RUMBLE!!!!! /ref /f
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deus-ex-mona · 8 months
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it sure has been quite a week
#g o d this week was such a mess™️#i kicked off the week wrong (as always) with ~3h of sleep bc i can never fall asleep on monday nights (sadge)#and ofc i had to do 2 workstations’ worth of work bc lack of manpower lmao#then on tuesday i had yet another family dinner to say goodbye to my bro (lol)#even though he’d already been treated to at least 3 other meals by that point (lmao)#i still think my dinner treat from a few weeks back was the best though~~~~~~ a 4 course sky dining meal def tops any restaurant right~~~~~?#and on suiyoubi (my dudes) we boated him off to military training island for his mandatory enlistment. that sure was. an experience.#i still kinda regret finishing my meal at the military cafeteria place thing though… i was the only one at the table who finished it :(#even my big eater of a bro couldn’t finish his :(#and my mother has been making fun of me for finishing the (allegedly) huge portioned meal ever since :(#she keeps joking about enlisting me bc army food ✨clearly✨ suits my tastes :( ​truly sadded.#anyways it was back to work on thursday. which sucked. ofc. also bc i’d overslept by half an hour and had to rush. lmao.#anddddd on friday. my boss told me that i’d missed out on submitting one worksheet thing of results#even though i c l e a r l y remember doing the test it was for (and organising all of the worksheet things for the matter)#so my coworker and i just watched her sift through the stack of worksheets… only for her to actually find the ‘missing’ piece of paper#she then said ‘ok found it sorry’ so my coworker and i just went ‘(ʘ‿ʘ) okayyyyyyyyyy’ p. sarcastically and left her office#and ofccccc there was work on saturday too. yay. went to the pkm centre after that thoughhhh#which was fun yes. but. they didn’t have ✨c h a i r d e o x y s✨ on sale :(((((#they stopped selling goomy earrings and that huge plush too :( and the smaller goomy plushies for the matter :((((#i realllyyy should’ve bought the goomy earrings while they were still available… even though they were like 8 bucks per stud#my goomy plushie collection remains unexpanded :( my jigglypuff collection grew by 1 though~~~~#so now i have 3 official jigglies of varying sizes and 1 bootleg jiggly that looks. pretty horrifying in bad lighting actually#p. sadded by how my family calls my taste in pkm boring though… ‘it’s either jigglypuff or that purple thing’ they say… :((((#aaaaaa i wish i could’ve bought that super cute plush of goodra holding a happily smiling goomy i saw on my trip…#it’s too bad that the plushies (there were like 2-3 of them) were locked inside a display cabinet :(((( it was so cuteeeeeeeee#though my fam would’ve made me put it back if i’d even managed to get it out back then lol. ‘that purple thing again?!’ they’d prolly say…#anyways. this sure was a week. im so tired. help#no clue how i should spend the rest of my night tbh… maybe beach sisters time? hmmmmmm. oh wells.#‘dai’ly shitpost of the day
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Fred Durst in the Break Stuff music video
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fridayyy-13th · 1 year
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various doodles of chapter 7 of the wonderful fic We Start With Small Talk by @three-magpies-in-a-trenchcoat that i did while trying not to be sad about chapters 10 and 11 (everyone go read it right now it's so so good)
[ids in alt]
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(also, fun note about the skirts: the skirt with the clouds is what i initially pictured jon wearing, and the gray skirt is what magpie had planned! i couldn't decide which i liked more, so i figured why not draw both :D)
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storiedhistories · 1 year
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Do I still have drafts I working on? Yes. Do I also still have some asks that I've been hoarding? ALSO yes. Do I want to do some things with some of my lesser-used muses? A third yes!
SO, consider this a starter call for some of my muses I've barely used. Those would be: Brienne, Tyrion, Envy, Kimblee, any of my S.tar vs. the F.orces of E.vil muses, Hank (from D.etroit: B.ecome H.uman), Brok, Faye, Mimir, Odin, Sindri, my C.ritical R.ole ladies, Irithiel, or Vanessa.
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inkandpaintleopard · 4 months
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Your D-Sides drawings reminded me I had an idea for D-Sides Susie-
She ended up finding out what happened to Pump and is trying to figure out a way to truly bring him back to life before his body rots away
Lila is completely unaware Susie knows and Susie hasn't told anyone else because. Well she doesn't really know how to
Ooohoohoo, that’d be pretty interesting actually!
I was gonna wait to answer this until I had some sort of sketch to go with it, but it occurred to me that I actually have no idea what D-Sides Susie would look like. Like she could just look exactly the same but I want them all to have at least slightly different designs
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i love your blog! it's a great archive that imo deserves to be a bigger presence on swiftie tumblr.
Thank you!!! I spent months during quarantine making my own little Taylor video archive, and when I realized how loosely enforced tumblr's copyright rules are, I figured I could share my collection with the rest of the fandom! I'm so glad you like it!
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I'm finally listening to Big Joanie's Back Home album even though it's been out for a few weeks now and OH MY GOD, THE '80S CALLED AND BIG JOANIE ANSWERED AND SAID "YOU WANT YOUR SYNTHS BACK? TRY AND TAKE 'EM FROM US"!?!?!?!?!?
BLESSED, WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED
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good morning!! <3
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moechies · 9 days
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eeee but ok what about a make out sesh with sugu that ends with him begging to finger you >.<
౨ৎ ⋆ please?! ꨄ geto suguru
sypnosis: inexperienced college students you ‘nd suguru with a mischievous pact
content warnings 𝜚 𓈒 vunerable virgin reader, no p in v, soft, messy, fingering, making out, praiseee, he cums from rubbin himself, light oral (f rec.), pet names : baby, honey doll !! !
an ♡ . . this ask omg anon u are genius . dis is absolutely so cute and ugggghhhhhh m melting <3 literally love u . i love dis ask a lot so this is a bit longer than my usual drabbles , so im makin it a fic :D enjoyyyyyy loviessss
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it’s hot , sloppy , messy.
bodies pressed against each others as your guy’s lips clash feverently against each others , sloppy noises elicited from you two’s ‘practice.’
it was never supposed to go so far. it started from something so innocent yet so dirty , the two of you prompting to practice making out with eachother; every friday and saturday night in the comfort of his private dorm.
nights usually started off awkward, with you at the front of his doorstep nervously knocking at his door. he was intimidating, tall, and so handsome; everything you’d consider perfect. it made you want to shrivel and hide.
your first couple sessions consisted of awkward touches, usually his fingers hovering above your warm skin with a light shiver , staring into you for any affirmation to touch you.
“is it okay? ‘m not gonna do anythin’ weird.”
making out with him was sloppy and messy, rhythmless and random. neither of you would stop the other unless one had run out of breath , but that was the fun of it; you suppose.
“d-do you wanna keep goin’?” he pants, face awfully close to yours, not sparing another breath when you mindlessly nod. in a blink, his swollen lips are clad against yours once again.
this time , it had been no different. it had been 3 weeks after your set arrangements , and nothing had seemingly been different.
right ?
so why did it feel so much more intimate ? you try to speculate , but the man’s mouth occupies all of you. geto makes you feel so fuzzy, your body, your mind, incapable of a single coherent thought in the heat of the moment.
he wastes no time pressing your body into the soft of the mattress with his own, hand pursed into the soft pillow with intertwined fingers.
you gasp into his mouth , waiting for the moment he allows you time for a quick breather, but it never comes. instead he refuses to detach himself from you as you grow lightheaded.
“s-suguru hah— ,what’s wrong with you?”
“baby , i need y’so bad. i cant . . ”
your brow arches in confusion , but all becoming much clearer when you feel his frigid fingers dance on the band of your skimpy shorts.
“w-wait—“
”y’gonna let me touch you here?” he teases, his thumb pressing up on your clit through your shorts, right above the wet patch of your sticky cum.
“eeek — hold on, sugu !”
“please ? let me finger you baby . w’na make you feel good s’bad.”
you whimper at his offer, overwhelmed by the suddenness of his question. it had never gone this far, you had never expected it to. to say that you hoped it would happen was an understatement; you dreamt of this. truly.
his soft hands run over your soft skin, chubby lips pressing breathy kisses all over your face and neck, and overly desperate bulge lazily humping into the fat of your panty-clad pussy. it’s all too much.
“let me feel you , honey, c’mon.” he rushes, smirking into your skin with a soft kiss to your collarbone.
“o-okay, suguru !” you blurt .
he’s sighs in relief, hands wasting no time to tug off your shorts along side your panties. your sweet cunt radiates a soft heat he’s able to feel against the palm of his hand, chuckling as he watches your cunt pulse around nothing.
he’s obsessed, and he thinks it may be love . he finds himself unable to pull his eyes away from the gorgeous sight, pupils in the shape of hearts as he watches your puffy hole uncontrollably drool with pearlescent slick.
“s-stop starin’ sugu—“ you mumble, quickly bringing a hand down to cover yourself from his roaming eyes. you’re quickly stopped by his hand, never holding a chance in the first place.
“you’ve never done this before ?”
“obviously not! “ your eyes are shut tight, tears pricking at the corners and damping your lashes. you’re obviously embarrassed, and he wouldn’t have you any other way. this is perfect.
he says nothing but chuckles, flinching when you unexpectedly feel his lips against yours, one that slowly converts into something much more sensual.
you feel the pad of his thumb slide against your sticky cunt, merely pressing the tip inside to tease you. he swallows up your yelp, feeling him smile against your lips.
his pushes in half a digit, followed with short but rhythmic pumps. your cunt squelches and squeezes around him, allowing sweet honeyed moans to fall upon your lips.
“y’feel so good, feels so good doll. can’t believe y-you’ve been hidin’ this from me.” he groans.
“you’re so evil baby .”
“ff-feels s’good too, hnn—“
he curls his finger, purposely nudging against your spongy walls. you squeak, pressing against his wrists to rid his movements on your sensitive pussy.
“n-not there !”
“be still baby. let me have this, ‘s my first time too, okay?”
“w-wait—“
he kisses you again, silencing your whines. he gains speed in his movements , his free hand coming down to relief some tension for his own cock, which had been painfully strained against his boxers.
he’s sure you see him do the filthy act when your face flushes , eyes unable to meet his own as you can’t help but stare, trying your best to look away.
“y’r still so shy when my finger’s inside this pussy?”
“d-don’t say that !”
you whine. your back arches when he slips another finger in besides his first , the girth and length of both digits filling you like no other could. you’d imagine what his cock would feel like in comparison to this, but you can’t.
“d-dizzy, suguru— ‘m gonna cum, i— can’t !”
“cum doll, please, cum f’me, need it so bad..” he whines, feverently jerking at his cock as his eyes zero in on your lewd expression.
he pants with relief when he feels your cunt convulse around his slim digits, a sticky, creamy essence that coats his fingers. he pulls himself away from the mess, smearing a bit on the soft of your thigh before pressing a unmatched kiss onto your lips.
your mess coats the fat folds of your cunt, sweet pearly clit puffy and swollen, just oh, so desperate to be loved. he can tell. he leans down in between your legs before you take notice, pressing a harsh kiss against your slippery bud. one hard enough that you’re unable to push his head away with all your might, forced to lay still below him as he gently suckles on your clit and sneakily licks at your creamy mess.
he raises his head with a proud snarky grin, only to be met with a flick on the forehead and a light scolding.
he sighs, squirming uncomfortably at the noted mess in his boxers. not a word is exchanged between the two of you, only light pants that reverberate around the small of his dorm room.
“w-wanna go further ?”
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noearchives · 3 months
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things that you do that make his heart skip a beat!
characters: portgas d. ace, sabo, trafalgar d. water law, sanji.
note: you ever get that feeling when your heart feels like it fell out of your ribcage when the person you like does Something . yeah
cw/ tags: gender neutral reader, short drabbles, fluff ^_^
portgas d. ace
when you say "i love you" out loud.
- it's simple, yet it makes his heart stop every time you say it. many people throw around those three words like it meant nothing at all, but to him, it weighs heavier than the entire world.
- when you say it out loud to his face, he immediately beams brighter than the sun.
- he'll never get tired of how those three words roll of your tongue-- it's a reminder of how you love him and him only, out of everyone else on this planet.
- even if the whole world's against him, you still chose him.
- "say it again," he says, the glint in his eyes like a puppy's.
- when you do, he lets out a chuckle and wraps you in his arms, squishing the air out of your lungs as his cheeks turn warm.
- "oh, i love you. iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou," he mumbles into your neck.
sabo
when your fingers accidentally brush against his.
- god, it makes him feel so stupid because you've been together for a while now, and it's silly to get so flustered over something so minor. what is he, 12?
- but whenever the two of you reach for the same pen at the same time and your fingers overlap his during the process, the way you giggle as you say "whoops, sorry about that" makes his poor little heart flutter.
- the effects only double if it happens when the both of you are on a mission together with the rest of the revolutionaries.
- he's supposed to be professional and serious, but when your hand brushes against his when you walk side-by-side, he feels like he has to drop everything he's doing to kiss you silly.
- oh, darling, how can you do something so scandalous as such in front of your fellow coworkers...
- he fights against every fibre of his being to not hold your hand right then and there. it's like torture to him!
trafalgar d. water law
when you bandage his wounds.
- most of the time, even when he says he's alright and he can handle it on his own, you insist on helping him bandage his wounds and take care of him until he's healed.
- he was forced to mature too early when he was a wee child, and he's been taking care of himself ever since-- there's no time nor place for him to be gently cared for.
- so when your mind is focused on nothing but his wounds, delicate fingers wrapping him up as if every movement is calculated to make it hurt the least, his heart melts right there in his ribcage.
- "sorry- did i press too hard?" the look of worry in your eyes is so adorable. he might just pretend that it actually hurt so he can see the knot between your brows tighten more as you apologise frantically.
- not to mention the way you unintentionally stick the tip of your tongue out as you focus on taking care of him is so goddamn adorable. he would tease you with a kiss if not for the fractures in his bones.
- your cool fingertips on his skin makes his entire body tingle. thank god he doesn't have a monitor showing how fast his heart is beating right now.
sanji
when you hug him from behind his back.
- his favourite love language is definitely physical touch...
- when you catch him off guard when he's busy cooking for the crew, he feels like he just ascended to heaven.
- the way your arms rest so perfectly around his waist, the way your face is buried in his back, the way that you smile at him when he turns his head around...
- it just feels so domestic! it's like everything he's fantasized about when he was younger, with him cooking on a casual friday afternoon, with the love of his life behind him saying something like "mmm, love, that smells so good..."
- this is all he's ever wanted. him doing his favourite thing (cooking), with his favourite person (you), in his favourite place (the thousand sunny).
- it makes him think of a future with you in it.
- he bites his tongue to hold himself back from saying "let's get married right now."
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jobean12-blog · 4 months
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Back in my Arms
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word Count: 1,173
Summary: Your relationship with Bucky is still new and even though the feelings are deep it's hard to put a label on it but when something goes wrong while he's out on a mission you realize just how much he means to you.
Author's Note: Because who wouldn't miss Bucky and worry about him when he's out saving the world? Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
Warnings: some worry and angst to start, soft and sweet fluff that turns to sexy times quick, semi-public se-x sorta :D
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The loud ringing of your phone startles you from sleep and you sit up with a jolt. Searching the night table with a sweep of your hand you knock several things off but finally wrap your fingers around your phone.
“Hello,” you grumble sleepily.
“You were asleep.”
Your best friend’s uneasy voice comes through in a whisper and your heart starts to thump harder against your ribcage.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“Babe…”
You sit up straighter and throw the covers off. “What?”
“They aren’t giving us any details but I just saw the news…”
“What?” you repeat and press your hand to your chest.
“It looks like the team is back but something went wrong.”
“Did you hear anything about Bucky?”
Your voice is shaky as you frantically search your room for clothes.
“No names but…”
“Oh my god.”
“I’m sure he’s fine babe,” she assures you even as her voice waivers. “But don’t turn on the TV or look at anything on your phone. Did he call?”
You slowly pull the phone away from your ear and check your messages.
Nothing.
You look at your missed calls and voicemail.
Still nothing.
When you hear your friend calling your name you place the phone back to your ear and whisper, “nothing.”
“It’s Bucky…he’s fine.”
“Okay. He has to be fine. I mean…technically I’m not his girlfriend. I can’t just rush over there and check on him, can I?”
“What you meant to say is, ‘you’re not his girlfriend yet,’ and who’s going to stop you?”
You nod as you start to pull on some clothes.
“I have to go. I’ll call you soon.”
With a few more reassuring words your best friend hangs up and you rush into the bathroom to make yourself presentable and then throw on Bucky’s Henley. The one you maybe forgot to return before he left for the mission.
Trying your best not to picture the worst in your head you run out of your apartment building and hail wildly for a cab.
Once inside your feet bounce along the floor and your hands are clasped tightly together in your lap as you silently will the driver to go faster.
When the cab pulls up to the tower you throw money into the front seat with a stilted ‘thank you’ and will yourself to take steady breaths.
Friday greets you and lets you in, directing you to the med bay on the lower floor.
Heart in your throat you creep out of the elevator and look left and right. It’s quiet. Almost too quiet and you step out.
“Doll?”
You whirl around at the sound of Bucky’s voice.
He’s standing there in his dark jeans that are painted on, his soft shirt rolled up to the elbows and his leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. The fluorescent lighting gleams off his metal arm and you hear his fingers tighten into a fist.
“Oh good,” you whisper as his image blurs. “You’re okay.”
You try not to sniffle and keep your hands at your sides.
“I heard there was some trouble, so I…I figured I would come and check on you. And the rest of the team.”
“You came to check on me?”
His raspy voice sends a tremble down your spine.
“Yes.”
He takes a step closer.
“Is that my shirt doll face?”
“Oh…,” you grab the hem and finger the soft material.
“Doll…please. Please come here.”
You back up a step, hitting the elevator door. “I…I was so worried.”
His swallow is audible and you watch the muscles in his neck shift.
“I would have called but my phone is busted and I had to make sure Sam was ok.”
“Is Sam ok?” you ask, suddenly breathless again.
“Thankfully he’s going to be fine. Just needs some time.”
You nod and let out a shaky breath. He approaches slowly, dropping his jacket to the floor and holding his arms out for you.
“Doll…please. Come here. Let me kiss you. It’s all I’ve wanted to do for the past three weeks.”
Your whispered “okay,” can barely be heard above your breathing but the second he’s close enough you launch yourself into his arms.
He wraps you up tightly, your slight shakes making him coo softly in your ear as he smooths his hands along your back and kisses your head.
“Oh doll,” he whispers. “I’m fine. I’m right here.”
Your face presses into his chest and you inhale.
When his hand slides higher and wraps around the back of your neck he brings your eyes to his, their gaze falling to your mouth before he closes the distance, crashing his lips to yours.   
Your broken moan makes him press you impossibly closer, needing to feel all of you.
He growls your name and takes two steps backward, pinning you against the wall. His lips trail down your neck and then back up until they meet your earlobe.
“I can’t fuck you here doll. But if we don’t stop that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
“I need you now,” you plead, dragging your fingers through his hair. “Now Bucky. Please. I can’t wait.”
You’ve barely got the words out when he lifts you into his arms and starts to move down the hallway. You pull on his shirt and wrap your legs around his waist, rocking your hips against his.
His hand reaches out to feel for a doorknob and he kicks open the door to an old med room. You slide down his body and onto the floor as he reaches behind him to turn the lock.
Your fingers slip under his shirt and you run your fingernails over his abs as he walks you backward toward the wall.
“Take his off. Please. I need to feel you.”
“That’s my line doll,” he murmurs.
The urgency in your touch is nearly his undoing and between kisses he fumbles with your leggings, groaning when he slips his hand between your legs and feels the soaked fabric of your panties.
With a rip they float to the floor and he spreads your legs apart with his knee. You push his pants down and free him, taking him in your hand and guiding him closer.
He stills, trying to focus on his breathing and garner some semblance of control.
“Rough Bucky. I want it hard and rough.”
There goes any chance he had of holding onto control.
He fills you in one swift stroke and you bite back a scream, moaning into his hand when he covers your mouth.
“I thought about you the whole fucking time we were gone. I never stopped.”
He drops his hand to hear you whine his name in response and he slows the movement of his hips.
“Tell me you missed me,” he groans.
You inhale and curl your fingers into his skin.
“I missed you.”
He grabs your ass and lifts you higher, angling your hips so he can go deeper.
“Say it again,” he demands.
“Missed you Bucky. I missed you so much.”
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@hiddles-rose @randomfandompenguin @lizette50 @kmc1989 @goldylions @littleseasiren @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife
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Do you prefer Pancakes or waffles? {Glow, d-sides pico and Grace.}
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"Ah, both are great! I'm a bit more partial to pancakes, though."
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"I'm more partial to fluffy textures with my sweets."
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"I try to avoid too much sweets, though. Need to watch my weight."
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"Grace, your weight is fine, I promise you..."
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"Uh, as for me, I'm... not particularly picky... I'll eat jus' 'bout anything."
Dico? Nodding in agreement in the background.
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