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soleilandpeaches · 1 year

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i'd be better armed (if you agreed to take it)

Keigo Takami x FemReader

synopsis: ending the day with you snuggled up with him on the couch, when it dawns upon him that maybe he does love you.

song title inspo: (You) On My Arm by Leith Ross

Warnings: cursing, tooth rotting fluff, hawks is a flirt, petnames, afab reader, unrequited?pining, sexual tension, romantic tension, mentions of drugs/alcohols

pt. II

"Haha no way!" You laughed, seemingly unaware of a lingering gaze of the man sitting in front of you. "Were just friends."

It had become a reocurring speculation of your relationship with the Number. 2 hero, Hawks. Not that the two of you particulary minded, even somewhat basking in the attention you two recieved from his fans and the media. Even often teasing each other with flirtatious jabs and quips sometimes in attempt to catch the other off-guard and see them fluster.

Even now when mutual friends pointed out the strangely intimate nature of your relationship, one would either play it up or brush it off with a laugh, just as you were doing now.

To be honest, Keigo really wanted to tell this person to fuck off; his day was leaving him less than impressed: working all day in the smoldering summer heat and all he wanted to do was recharge in your presence. Despite how he was feeling, he simply just smiled and leaned back in his seat as you chatted away.

He took his time to take you in: the way you tucked a stray peice of hair behind your ear only for it to fall back into its previous place, the way the faint smell of your perfume lingered in the air and on his clothes after you hugged him in greeting, the way your eyes crinkled as you laugh at something the person says, occasionally glancing back at him every time. He grins to himself as he reminices in his memory of the familiar scent of your hair engulfing him and the way it lulled him into tranquility. Picking at his cuticles, he attempts to fight the grin creeping against his lips by biting the inside of his cheek.

Your seemingly amused giggles reshift his attention, pulling him away from his thoughts as his eyes raked onto whoever was holding your regard. His tenderness quickly simmering into something quite ugly as his eyes flicked between you and the person who had you so enraptured. They had their arms folded and leaning forward across the black metal railing separating you from them and smiling a little too wide for his taste.

When Keigo had decided to get you crêpes that evening to indulge in each others company, he had hoped to get your complete undivided attention so he could complain about his day and listen to yours. Not that he hadn't gotten to, but he wasn't really expecting for a third party to crash his date.

He really wanted to blame his sour mood on the heat but as Autumn crept closer, the nights drew colder. So the cool wind breezing across his temple reminded him of his perhaps neediness of your regards to his companionship. Scoffing, he pouted towards his fingers, to his crêpes, and then back to you. Like a puppy begging for its owner's affection.

He caught your concerned expression, your eyebrows pinched for only a moment as if to say you good? And as if on cue a soft feeling settled over him, because no matter how good at concealing his true feelings he was, you could always read him like an open book (though you’d probably deem him as being dramatic). In return, he sent you a gentle smile and a wink before forking at his dessert, silently wishing the person would leave.

As you wrapped up your conversation and the person finally walked away, you turned back to him, your fork waving in his face.

"What?" He peered into the depths of your eyes, grinning to himself at your playful glare, your soft lips slightly puckered and your eyes narrowed. But it quickly fell into a happy smile once you poked at his crêpe. "Can I have some of yours?" You requested, putting on your best innocent expression, causing him to let out an amused huff.

"I dont think I heard a please." Keigo taunted, raising an eyebrow at you and shooting you his best shit-eating grin. Feeling amused with himself, he reveled in your unamused scowl.

"You're such a dick, y'know?" He barked out a laugh at your insult, a feeling of warmth radiating through his body and you giggled watching his shoulders shake in delight.

Pushing back his ashy-blond locks that fell across his face, he peeped up at you, his golden-brown eyes swimming in what seemed to be adoration.

"How crude." He jested, leaning forward on his elbows, sending you a provoking look as he rested his chin on his hands and tilting his head to the side in mock innocence.

"Please." You begged, drawing out your e's, making that face you knew he'd cave to.

"Only if I get to have some of yours."

He watched as you seperated a square of your oreo crêpe before taking a stab and hovering it over his lips, in which he proceeded to wet with his tongue.

An indirect kiss.

The silly thought caused heat to rush to his cheeks and the slight extra grip of his hand around his fork. It wasn't like sharing food with you was uncommon in the slightest, so the thumping in his chest now ringing in his ears seemed very unalike him. Nevertheless, he opened his mouth and let you slide the food onto his tongue, winking at you in the process and making a show as he slid his mouth away to thoughtfully chew at your food.

"Good right?" You urged, leaning against the stained glass table, your eyes holding a flirtacious twinkle as your lips curled, showing the tops of your teeth. Strands of hair continuing to stray from where you've preceded to tuck them away. His fingers itched to move them back for you.

"If anything I'd say you're trying to seduce me." He teased after taking a moment to swallow the savory treat.

"Maybe I am." You hurled back, continuing to stuff your face, specks of crêpe settling around your chin and mouth but you didnt seem to care. You were too concerned with finishing your plate of its remains—something that Keigo always seemed to find charming about you.

Your indiffernce to your casual flirting caused him to let out a short chuckle, taking in the comfort because you never really do change. The tender feeling lingering in his chest and his fondness for you seemed to only keep growing as the months and years passed, expanding notably but at such a timely pace, so gradual it almost went unnoticed.

Almost.

As if to signify the dwindling of the day, the yellow-orange glow of the street light flicked on, casting a gentle ray of warmth to envelope your frame, settling over you like a warm blanket, setting a beautiful contrast against the evening blue.

"Looks like its going to rain." You voiced, eyes flickering up to the clouded sky just before a soft rumble emerged. And just as your eyes fell back on him, he peered back down at his fingers.

He got caught staring.

"Are you okay? You’ve been unnaturally quiet today, kinda spooky."

He appreciated your attempt in lightening the mood with your quip. Even so, he couldn't seem to let go of his guilt in spoiling your time together with his moods.

"Long day." He decided to respond after a moment and a sigh. It wasnt necessarily a lie, he justified.

"Wanna head back to mine?" You offered with an innocent tilt to your head and a sincere smile. Your gaze loving, regarded him with compassion he didn't feel deserving of. Nonetheless, he returned your expression the best he could, hoping you could feel his gratitude.

"Sure Dove."

"Wanna go wash up before we get started? You’re stinking up my house, y'know." You teased, leaning over to pet your cat who only seemed to like you. He swore up and down that cat would send him death glares anytime he was over.

"I think you like my stink." He retorted, shrugging off his coat before leaning against your kicthen bar, hands stuffed into his pockets as he adirmed your backside. Gaze shooting back to your face before you could catch on.

A seemingly lingering voice of shame resounding in his head after doing so.

"Ahh, you caught me." You pretend to admit. Turning to face him as you look him up and down, assessing him before coming up with a witty retort.

"There's just something about the smell of sweaty balls that really gets me goin'."

"HAH! I do not smell like sweaty balls."

"Well, then I guess you should get to it then, that is, if you don't want me to assume that's how you enjoy smelling." You turn your back to him once again to set you cat back down, and this time he makes sure to point his eyes away from your figure.

You must be doing this to him on purpose.

"Do you want me to help you wash your hair?" You offer, knowing he loves the feeling your hands scratching and cleaning at his scalp after a long day. The thought makes his heart pulse.

"Sure Dove," he began softly. "I'll call you when I'm ready."

"Okay! Wanna watch our show afterwards?" You suggest to him as he makes his way to your bedroom, the wooden floor slighlty creaking against his weight.

"Of coarse," he answers. "Just don't start without me."

"Don't take too long!"

Stepping inside and closing the door behind him, he began to strip of his clothes. Taking in the sight of your messy room and letting the familiar scent of you–and your cat–to engluf his senses, urging his shoulders to slope and his muscles to relax. It wasnt long until he caught the sight of your panties staring him in the face, causing heat to rush to his cheeks and to his groin. Damn you for being so untidy.

Such a tease.

Letting the running water cascade over him like perfect rain, warm and steady, hoping it could wash away his racing thoughts and inappropriate feelings. And yet it only seemed to fuel his daydreams of you: the sight of your crêpe stained face under the light of the streetlamp, your scandalous remarks and flirtacious conversations; the warm-spicy and vanilla-coffee scent of your perfume, and the view of your breasts and ass when you lean forward or over something driving him close to insanity. He wondered what you would think of him if you knew what was currently going through his head right now.

A sudden twitch of his cock alerted him it might be better to set the setting temperature to cold.

Poking his head out from your bedroom, he called for you. Keigo watched as you sauntered over, your eyes red and droopy and your lips curved into a dopey smile.

"Are you high?" He queried with mirth. "You were supposed to wait for me."

"You were taking too long." Giggling as you glided past him and into the room and into your bathroom, but not before you looked him up and down, clearly indulging in his half-naked form.

"Like what you see?" Keigo implored, flexing his pecs hoping to hear you laugh .

Giggling, you nodded—taking his hand and leading him inside. You sat him down on your stool before coaxing him to lean back against you.

Taking the detachable shower head you rinsed his messy, feathered locks; the water turning his once ashy-golden hair into brown as droplets cascaded down his face and onto the bathroom tile.

"You look so handsome with your hair wet, Keigo." You say gently, as if it was as clear as the sky was blue. He marveled at how such a gentle confession would hinder him speechless.

"You're too sweet Dove" He mumbled, awed at how such a simple compliment from anyone else would never hold the same effect as you do him.

"Jus' the factss."

He truly didnt know what to say so he chose to just stay silent. All until your lathered hand came into contact with his head and he couldn't seem to hold back the groan of relief. He couldn't even register your silly gibe at his condition, only basking in the feeling of your fingers delicately, yet firmly scratching away.

How are you so perfect?

After you rinse his hair and shampoo it again, he can already start to feel his battery fully recharging. He truly doesn't know how he made it without you or your occasional hair appointments.

"Wanna do my skin care with me?" You ask him after blow drying his hair and shaking it out with your oiled hands. He tilts his head back to gaze up at you, leaning into your hands and he swears he can feel himself purring.

"Please..." He murmurs, which he knows is out of character for him but he doesn't care. He just wants you to continue taking care of him like you always do, unashamedly.

Slipping on his clothes he conviently leaves at your place, he notices the scent of you lingering on his hoodie instead of the usual smell of your detergent. Instantly, without thinking, he lifted the garment to his face to inhale before feeling disturbed of himself and quickly sliding the garment over his head.

What’s going on with him?

Situating himself next to you, he lets you cuddle him under your blanket before handing him a joint as the episode to your show played in the background.

Just then, a giant white streak of lightening, followed by a crack and boom of thunder echoed through the apartment. And in suit came the pit-patter of the rain upon your window.

"I love when it rains." You mumbled sleepily, half to yourself. Your eyes barely opened and trained on the T.V. Keigo hummed in agreement as he wrapped his arm behind your head and against the top of the couch, letting the smoke enter his lungs for a couple moments before letting the air escpape through his nose with a sigh.

He could feel his stress dissipating instantly, almost like he really could die happy here with you, on your old couch and your grumpy cat that he secretly wished approved of him.

He let his gaze rest outside the window, seeminly lost in thought before he felt the weight of your head against his shoulder as your soft snores escaped your parted lips. Turning to look back at you, he felt as if the world stopped still on its axis. There was no time, no rain, no noise—just you. He could feel the warm and soft press of your body against his and this almost overwhelming feeling of pure affection. He let his hand come down to rest against your head and allowing his body to move forward and plant a kiss on your hairline. He let himself linger in place for a few moments before compelling himself to pull away.

Choosing to ignore the creeping dread rising from his chest, he decided to just enjoy the moment (as you liked to remind him) before feeling the heaviness of his own eyes. Heaving an amused breath, the sudden dawning of his predicament fell upon him.

You were his best friend, his home, someone he knew he could never in a million years replace.

He loved you.

And even though it was never said between the two of you—you both knew it. He knew this was far from the platonic love you have shared for each other; you were both niave for thinking it would end any other way. And yet, the very idea of telling you how he felt was extremely akin to ice being poured on top of him. The risk of everything you've built together would shatter and it would never be the same. Though, he decided the self-chastening could wait until tomorrow. Right now he just wanted to get lost in you, and hopefully never wake up.

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marcobodtlives · 2 months

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The Crime - The Culprits: Kitchens

The crime: burning the house down every time they try to cook

The culprits:

(So work-focused he never learnt to cook and just eats pre-made shit) (Hange is teaching him, it’ll be okay)

(Grew up on stolen food and thus makes critical mistakes anytime she tries to cook) ((would learn and slowly become the best chef just for Historia though))

(Gets super anxious he’s undercooked a meal and will make his guests sick that he accidentally burns things) (he’s getting better) ((Reiner will eat anything so his burnt dishes are still consumed))

BANNED PERMANENTLY FROM THE KITCHEN: Do not encourage him!!! Do not let him use fire extinguishers also!!! BAD EREN! BANNED FROM KITCHEN!!!!!

#should I make this a series #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #ymir #bertholdt hoover #eren jaeger #aot memes #or if you wanna be funky:#berthold hoover #eren jeager #eren yeager

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softiedancers · 10 months

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tda throwbacks❤️

#pt 1 i think #should i make this a series

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mitsyuu · 2 years

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yanfei drawing yay

#another 11 pm drawing #should I make this a series

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oddarette · 11 months

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Tea Bee 🫖🐝

#Should I make this a series of different bugs #hmmm #It was a lot of work but I love it?#Bees #Tea #artists of tumblr #My Art #English Breakfast #porcelain

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neos127 · 1 month

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hot things jake does

pairing. boyfriend!jake x fem!reader (use of pet name ‘pretty girl’) genre. hcs, fluff, established relationship notes. kinda messy bc i’m just dumping my thoughts

i. biting his lip ALL THE DAMN TIME

more specifically when he’s checking you out. it sends your mind into a frenzy and you always have to tell him ‘stop looking at me like that!’ he doesn’t care, finding it cute how flustered you get from a simple action. ‘like what?’ he teases, biting his lip again. you can’t help but groan, feeling your face heat up again.

ii. playing with the rings on his fingers

jake’s hands are very attractive so watching him mindlessly twist his rings around his long fingers makes you (figuratively) drool. whenever you can, you’re holding onto his hands or kissing them. he gets all giggly when you do that, finding it cute how you have such a fascination with his hands.

iii. raking his hand through his hair

you aren’t exactly sure why you find this so attractive, but it’s jake and anything he does is enticing. he’s just so damn pretty and you can’t help but stare at him whenever he does this. you often like to run your own hands through his hair, the sound of him sighing in satisfaction makes your stomach flip.

iv. keeping a hand on your back in crowded places

jake is always glued to your side and he becomes very protective when the two of you are in a crowded space. sometimes he holds onto your hand, or grabs onto your clothing. usually he keeps a hand on your lower back, basically guiding you through the crowd. the action is very simple, but it makes you smile. even when you’ve both made it out of the crowd, jake doesn’t move his hand, rubbing small circles on your back with his thumb.

v. eye contact

once jake gets out of the shy boyfriend phase, he loves to tease you. before, prolonged eye contact with you was nerve wrecking. but now, he looks to see the reaction that you have under his unwavering gaze. your face starts to heat up and you can never look at him for more than two seconds. jake will move his face closer to yours, forcing eye contact with you with a small smirk on his face. ‘why are you looking away from me, pretty girl?’

vi. wears glasses

every time jake puts on those clear glasses, an angel is born. you can’t help but squeal when you see pictures of him wearing the glasses so seeing him in person— you need a minute to take a breather. he has to know he’s hot in them, he just has to. the way jake smirks at you when he catches you staring too long, he definitely picks up on the kind of effect he has on you. ‘watchu lookin at, pretty?’ he asks, looking at you with a slight tilt to his head. you don’t say anything, reaching over kiss him. it ended up getting so intense that jake moved to take off the glasses, but you slapped his hand away. ‘keep them on, please.’

#should i make this a series🙈#enha scenarios #enha jake #enha imagines #enhypen x reader #enha fluff #enha x reader #enha #enhypen x you #enhypen x female reader #enhypen imagines #jake sim imagines #jake sim scenarios #jake sim x reader #jake x reader #sim jaeyun imagines #sim jaeyun x reader

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calista-222 · 1 year

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Power surge

#my art #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #surge the tenrec #sonic idw comics #sonic idw #idw sonic #idw sonic spoilers #art block is kicking my butt but I drew this a while back right after issue 55 came out sooo here!#this comic series is so so good #I really should make a Scrapnik Island fan art at some point too #really really good comic too

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talesfromthecrypts · 2 years

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Its good for stories to just be one movie, one book, one series of 3 seasons, etc. In fact sometimes that’s the preferred length. Its good to use your own thoughts and imagination to fill in the blanks. Not everything should be franchised into oblivion and back.

#today surprisingly i am not mad about disney+#instead i saw an article about the pacific rim anime series and how we should make anime series to franchise things #and i felt my eyeballs pop out of my skull

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goosita · 5 months

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being young!politician!snow’s secretary hmm

sitting pretty at your desk in front of his office, making sure your back is straight and not a single hair is out of place when he walks in every morning. he’s pleasant enough to greet you when he comes in, hanging his blood red peacoat on the coatrack and giving you a half-smirk.

“getting colder out there,” he says casually. you try not to stare as he unwraps his soft cashmere scarf from his neck, his sharp jaw revealed along with the smooth column of his throat.

“yes, mr. snow. it’s why your coffee is extra hot this morning,” you answer back. your tone is pleasant, just shy of too-sweet and you relish in the way you can see on his face the way it always makes him soften just the slightest bit.

“you spoil me, miss (y/n),” he purrs, plush lips pulling up at one corner. “thank you.”

you wonder if coriolanus snow knows the effect he has on you. if he sees the way your eyes round out when he speaks to you, the way your hands fidget nervously. you know he sees the way your breath hitches when he passes by, fingertips tapping fondly at the wood of your desk. surely he can tell that just a glance from his icy irises sends your heart into a frenzy.

you’re sure he’s aware of what he does to you when he drifts across the room to stand behind your chair, watching as you type out a newsletter from his campaign office. you can feel coriolanus’ body heat behind you, see a mop of pale blonde hair over your shoulder from the corner of your eyes. he’s so close that you can smell him; amber and roses, something almost metallic underneath the cologne he wears.

“how’s the newsletter going?” he asks softly, his breath against your cheek. you swallow hard, trying to hide the tremble in your hands over the keyboard.

“just finishing it up now, mr. snow,” you tell him, trying to keep your voice even. “should be sent out by this afternoon.”

he hums in acknowledgment, hands resting on the back of your chair. the tension in the air hangs for what feels like hours before he steps back and adjusts his tie. coriolanus doesn’t say another word before he’s retreating back into his own office, but he does pause at the door to turn his head back to you for a moment. you feel frozen under his stare, unable to breathe or even blink as his gaze roams across your face before dropping down to give your whole body a once-over. the softest huff of a chuckle comes from him before he gives a tiny shake of his head, stepping into his office and closing the door behind him.

yeah, you think. he definitely knows the effect he has.

#should i make this a series tbh #bc im kinda obsessed w this idea #idk idk let me know #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #coryo #tbosas #bosbas #coriolanus snow smut #tom blyth #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x reader #politician!coryo x secretary!reader

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b4kuch1n · 8 months

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polymer broadcast signal hijack

#pikmin #captain olimar #ft. louie captain shepherd and collin #as well as #moss (pikmin)#watched a stream series of pikmin 4 (its frankenbugs' series) thats what this is about really #but mostly. I just love olimar. I just really enjoy that man #also this really got me flexing those bande dessinée muscles from back thens lol #Ive missed drawin with this kinda proportions... I should do it more #Im gonna draw an olimar to put in my wallet. I need to make my life harder to explain to strangers #I also wanna. add more details to his space suit. make it look more like real life space suit for fun & entertainment #man I enjoy the animals in pikmin so much. they really are just like. animals. theyre animals #its great I love how genuinely bug-lookin the bugs are even with the stylization. pikmin and pokemon are really good at that #would like to learn how to do that... sometimes in the future #oh yeah fun fact. my effort at cleaning up my undercut a few days ago went badly. right before I went to a family reunion thing for 2 days #so I was goin out of my mind at that event postin abt olimar bc I love him #and then. when I got home. I decided to shave my head instead of trying to fix the haircut again #and so the sequence of events becomes I post about olimar -> I enter my bald arc #I am okay with this. have a good night lads. binding books is actually really fun u should try it

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becca-e-barnes · 10 months

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all i can think about is bucky literally BEGGING to eat your pussy. just on his knees, calling himself a needy slut, just looking up at you with puppy dog eyes while he just begs for your pussy on his mouth. ugh.

Men who are this into eating pussy have a special place reserved for them in Heaven. Hearing someone beg to go down on you is life changing when they know what they're doing 🙈

But you're so right, Bucky would be so willing to degrade himself like that just to be allowed to go down on you. He'd be on his knees, trying to ignore how full his balls feel, begging for you.

"P-please." His voice is so quiet you almost start to question if he said it intentionally. "I need to taste you. I can't think about anything else."

His cock twitches despite how heavy it looks, flushed and angry against the pale skin of his thighs.

"Really?" You tease, tilting his chin up with two fingers so he's looking at your face, rather than your body. "Tell me exactly what you're thinking. Describe it to me"

He doesn't miss a beat. "I'm thinking about how soft you are, how warm and silky your cunt feels under my tongue. I'm thinking about burying my tongue as deep inside you as I can reach and still wishing I could get deeper. I want to feel how wet you are but more than anything, I want to taste how wet you are. I want to dream about it for the rest of the week. Every time I stroke my cock I want to be able to remember how you taste."

Precum drips from his tip and you're not sure you can deny him much longer. Not when he's making it sound so appealing.

"Do you even hear yourself?" You do your very best to act like you don't love the sound of every word that has just come out of his mouth.

"I do. I sound like a shameless, filthy, desperate slut. The type of slut who wants to kiss and lick and worship your sweet pussy until you're so sensitive you have to force me to stop." His hand wanders between his own legs, tugging his stiff length to the mere thought.

He's not above begging and you know that. He'll draw this out as long as he needs to until he gets his way but there's very little sense in that when you want this just as much as he does.

"Lie on the bed." You give him time to make his way over before following, lining yourself up just above his face.

You take a second to smooth his hair, enjoying the feeling of his freshly shaved face against the sensitive insides of your thighs.

He's looking up at you, your eyes meeting his. "Thank you." The relief in his voice is clear right before he grasps your hips and pulls you down onto his mouth.

Fuck, he's incredible. This is the mouth you dream about when you're alone. His tongue massages your clit, stroking back and forth before dipping into your fluttering entrance. You swear he must feel what he's doing to you. You feel your cunt clenching and rippling, your muscles contracting in response to the pleasure and for a second you wonder if he can tell.

He's hungry for this; he has been for hours. He's moaning and slurping obscenely, his tongue buried in your cunt. You don't even need to look over your shoulder to know that he's alternating between fucking his own fist and gripping the base of his shaft tight enough to stop him from spilling his release all over himself too soon.

It's very hard to tell which of you enjoys this more.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #needy!bucky #bucky barnes x reader smut #sub!bucky #bucky barnes smut #subby!bucky #this should technically belong to the shs series #but it fit this prompt too well so I'm using it here #I make the rules 😇#but that 'thank you' nearly killed me #I've noticed this week that my beige flag is that I get so frustrated when people make assumptions about my capacity #I hate when people say stuff like 'how's the new job? you must be really stressed'#or worse 'things must be getting on top of you'#like ???#why would you assume I can't handle what I put on my own plate?#I know people mean well but it really bothers me

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