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cashmoneyyysstuff · 1 month
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pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3
a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾
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katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.
for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.
imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.
he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.
“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.
“quit squirmin’. ”
“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.
“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.
“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.
“like what ?”
“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.
you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.
“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.
“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.
“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.
“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.
“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”
you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”
“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.
“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”
“yet.”
your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.
“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”
“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.
you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.
“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.
“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.
“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”
“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.
“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.
“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.
“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.
“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.
“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”
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a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓
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xoxoladyaz · 1 month
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Famous musician with three daughters under the age of seven Eddie Munson hears that they’re making a Barbie movie and offers/peer pressures his agent to get him presented to the production team as a potential songwriter for the soundtrack. He meets with the team, and eventually the cast, and they all hit it off, and he writes and plays on the eventually award-winning song “I’m Just Ken.”
When he gets asked about whether or not it was hard to write this song, especially since it’s so different from Corroded Coffin’s usual output, he always laughs and says it was easy because he’s got a hell of a Barbie at home that he lives to worship.
(Which the internet finds hilarious because his Barbie is certified Normal Guy and Hot Dad Steve Harrington.)
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twilghtkoo · 1 month
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telling my boyfriend my tampon is stuck . . .
pairings. haechan x reader (f)
genre. crack, fluff? established relationship
warnings. mentions of period blood lol
note. i've wanted to do this one for awhile lol and i finally had time to write this quickly so sorry if it's short, like and reblogs are vv much appreciated !! enjoy <3
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"babe?" you call out quietly, sounding nervous, from the bathroom.
you hear rustling in your bedroom. "yeah," he responds.
"can you come here please?" you wait patiently, swaying on your feet.
he appears a few feet away from the doorway. "what's up, baby?"
with him now standing in front of you, you're not sure how to go about this and you have to fight your inner self from bursting out into fits of nervous giggles.
you start fiddling with the rings around your fingers. "umm, i can't get my tampon out. it's stuck.."
his mouth slightly opens as he glances down then back up at you. "oh god, the string is gone?" he slightly chuckles but inches towards you, reaching with his hand to softly grab onto your elbow.
his reaction has you both chuckling a bit. "yeah, it's pretty far up there. i'm scared."
he nods, "okay, i'll get it." he replies, as if this was a normal occurence.
"no, no wait. it's bloody and gross."
he blinks. "so? i'll wash my hands first, you should lie down- wait i'll set a towel down for you. let me grab a flashlight-"
your head snaps towards him, grabbing his hand from leaving the room, with your eyes wide. "a flashlight? wait, no it's scary." you back away, laughing out of fear.
"baby, trust me i'll find it. we don't wanna leave it in there do we?" he quirks an eyebrow.
"well, no but-" he cuts you off.
leaving to grab a towel from the linen closet as he neatly places it down on the tiled floor. "i'm not walking into uncharted territory babe, don't you worry. take your pants off, lie down, knees up-"
"baby, wait!"
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stsgluver · 8 months
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synopsis. there’s just something about watching gojo put that blindfold on.
wc. 570
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"it's bumpy at the back. "
"still? but i thought i fixed it?"
"well you clearly didn't. i think it messed up on the first wrap around, you might have to start again."
"can you take a picture or something to show me where it is? i can't feel it."
"no."
satoru turns to you and you don't need to be able to see his eyes to know he's got them raised suspiciously at you, if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by. "no?" he taunts, crossing his legs as you both sit on your bed facing each other. "why not? i've made the same mistake three times now. "
you shrug dismissively, "you're a big boy, don't give up now. i'm helping you." you cover your mouth and look to the side as if though that would stop satoru from hearing the small laughs.
maybe it's because it's so early, or maybe it is just that attractive, but there was just something about watching your boyfriend cover his eyes with bandages that just makes all the stars align.
he always holds one end of the bandages between his teeth, using both of his hands to gather up his undercut before he begins smoothly wrapping it around his head. he never makes a mistake. like everything else he's ever done, the outcome is flawless.
it doesn't matter how many times you've watched him do it, the butterflies that spiral in your stomach never cease.
however, admitting such attraction to such a mundane thing (that he has to do to y'know not deal with the skull-splitting migraines) is embarrassing. especially when you know satoru and the fact he will never ever let it slide.
the hope that maybe he'll be more disgusted by the fact you called him 'big boy' to press you further on the matter is quickly extinguished. "i think i already have," he counters in a sing song voice, "someone likes watching me!"
you almost choke on your spit, coughing as you check the watch on your wrist that's not there, "would you look at the time? you have class!" trying to slip off the bed is futile because satoru's reflexes are three times as quick as yours and he doesn't hesitate to grab your arm.
"class can wait," satoru lifts the bandages above his right eye, giving you a glimpse of his raw power as he eyes you playfully. leaning in dangerously close to you, his breath tickles you as he speaks, "c'mon baby, just admit it."
there it is. baby. the pet name is enough to shatter any self-control you still somehow manage to have left and you lift your head to try and kiss him. keyword: try.
"uh uh, say it," he teases, his tongue poking out to swipe across his pretty lips as he holds you back by less than an inch. if you wanted to swipe your tongue across his lips too, you could.
your cheeks heat up and you cross your arms with a huff, "i like watching you put your blindfold on. happy?" satoru thinks he's going to implode because he doesn't think there's enough space left in his body to cope with the sheer adoration he has for you. he settles for a
"ecstatic." satoru kisses you again, this time with more eagerly as he drags your body towards his lap just to have you closer to him.
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moviestarmartini · 2 months
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coming up to jude running a hand around your pregnant belly, trying to hide your smile as you go “babe, the baby is craving something weird today.” he can’t see through the act right away, instead just looking up from his phone a bit concerned. “yeah? what is it?” he’s already getting up to go to the store. without missing a beat, you respond: “a pink porsche.”
he blinks several times, he places his hand under his chin and starts brushing the hairs. you laugh as he opens his mouth and closes it again, unable to come to a conclusion. “maybe after our girl comes.” he nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “what are you actually craving though?” and yet again, without missing a beat: “smashed burgers. with unlimited fries.”
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cod-dump · 5 months
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Over
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*Teen!Ghost stealing one of Price’s radios to mess with him*
Teen!Ghost, holding a radio: Dad, how’s your position? Over
Price, over the radio: Simon, why do you have my other radio?
Teen!Ghost: Supposed to say ‘over’ after you’re done, Dad, over
Price: son…
Teen!Ghost: What was that? Over
*a couple seconds of silence*
Price: Simon, you don’t have to say ‘over’
Teen!Ghost: Don’t have to say what? Over
Price: Simon-
Teen!Ghost: I can’t understand you, over
Price, firmly but amused: You don’t have to say ‘over’, son
Teen!Ghost: Hmm… What was that? Over
Price: Simon Price-
Teen!Ghost: What’s that? Over
Price: I’m trying to work over here
Teen!Ghost: What was that? You cut off there
*several minutes of silence*
Teen!Ghost, cautiously into the radio: Dad-?
Price, suddenly walking into the room: Alright, c’mere-
Teen!Ghost: *shrieks*
(Five minutes later)
Teen!Gaz: Hey, Dad-
Teen!Gaz: *stops when he sees Price holding teen!Ghost in a headlock*
Price: What is it? Need something?
Teen!Gaz as he watches teen!Ghost flail around and try to escape Price’s arms: I need you to hold him like that a bit longer so I can get a picture
Teen!Ghost: *flails harder*
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starrystevie · 11 months
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"it's a vhs night, huh?" eddie asks as he comes out of the kitchen, two mugs of decaf coffee in one hand, a box of oreos in the other. steve's on his knees in front of the tv with tapes scattered around him, a mixture of home movies and mashed up concert recordings and episodes of star trek that are bound to get recorded over eventually. he turns around as his husband enters the living room and opens his mouth for a cookie that eddie happily feeds him.
"yeah, why not?" he gives eddie a half smile that makes the crows feet around his eyes crinkle even more. "just feeling nostalgic, i guess."
eddie hums and sits on his end of the couch before pulling one foot up to cross over his knee. he takes a sip of the bitter black coffee and dunks an oreo in to soften it up then pops it into his mouth. steve finally settles on a video and rewinds it to the start, curling up on his side of the cushions with his feet tucked under eddie's thigh. a hand finds its way around his ankle and a thumb strokes at the soft skin it can find. gentle, comforting, home.
the grainy picture on the screen straightens out and the sound clicks on along with it. the greens of the grass are a little faded and the blue of the sky is dull but it's still clear enough to make out steve on the swings at the park down the road from loch nora. steve's mom is behind the camera yelling for him to pump your legs, good job stevie, there you go, wow you're going so high and the grin on the boy's face is a wide as the sky above him.
"you were so cute, what happened?" eddie murmurs with a chuckle causing steve to slap at the thigh currently warming his feet.
"i'm still cute, thank you very much." steve grumbles out his response which makes eddie chuckle again, leaning over with a groan to smash a kiss to his cheek.
there's little voices echoing in the background as steve continues to swing and the video switches suddenly to him on a red check blanket eating a sandwich. he has jelly on his cheek in the same place that eddie had placed a kiss not a minute earlier and it has them both cooing like the old men they are.
but then there's a flash of something in the background. a little kid runs by followed by what's presumably his mother and it distracts little steve, who turns on his blanket to watch the two running.
"is that...?" steve starts, turning to eddie who's staring at the screen with rapt attention. the gasp he gets in return is the only answer he could possibly need. the hand around his ankle gets a little tighter and he watches as a watery smile spreads across eddie's face, salt-and-pepper beard crinkling up on his cheeks.
"that's me, that's-" he breathes out, curling in on himself slightly to peer closer at the video. in the video, steve's still staring at the little boy in the park getting picked up by his mom and being thrown in the air. his little giggles break through the speakers as his mom catches him, cradling him to her chest as she runs off screen. they come back into frame a few seconds later and crash side-by-side onto the grass. their arms start pointing at the sky like they're finding shapes in the clouds and eddie inhales sharply. "-that's my mom."
steve reaches down and clasps his hand around eddie's where it's still on his bony ankle, trailing his fingers over his husband's. eddie looks up and tosses a bewildered grin at steve who catches it easily and returns it with one of his own. as if they have magnets stored in their hearts from where the universe made them for each other, the two move closer to one another instinctually until they have arms around waists and fingers tangled together and heads on shoulders.
they sit in silence for the next few minutes, reliving a time when they were still boys with their mothers, happy and loved, not even knowing their soulmate was right next to them.
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harrys-lilfreak · 1 month
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I saw this video on TikTok and it inspired this mess, i tried to switch it up a bit at the end.
It’s extremely short, so I’ll prob edit it tomorrow when it isn’t so late and my brain isn’t so rambley.
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You were sitting on the couch with Harry doing your routine nightly scroll on tiktok, occasionally showing Harry a funny video here and there. While Harry was sitting finishing up some work he needed to do before heading to bed.
As you were scrolling you kept seeing people trying a male celebrity bracket filter. You thought it was funny because every time you watched to see who they would choose, they always chose Harry. You decided to try it too.
You open your camera, click on the filter, and the first choice it gives you is between Shawn Mendes and Ryan Reynolds you choose Shawn Mendes. Then it gives you the choice between Joe Jonas and Ian Somerhalder, you choose Ian Somerhalder, you were obsessed with The Vampire Diaries. That’s when it gave you the choice between Leonardo Dicaprio and Harry, so you lean forward and show Harry your screen and tilt your head to choose the photo of him. At first he looks back at you with a confused face, which quickly turned into an amused expression.
You continue picking between other celebrities until it gives you the choice between Harry and Joe Jonas and of course you choose Harry. After a couple more choices, the final choice pops up between Harry and The Weekend. You point your phone towards Harry so he can see your screen again and he raises his eyebrow at you, giving you a questioning look, he knows how much you love The Weekend’s music, so to tease him by tilting your head towards the photo of The Weekend. When Harry sees this he grabs your head and tilts it towards the picture of him with a satisfied look.
After you end the video, you turn to tell him, “I was gonna pick you, I promise.” To which he responds with a kiss on the lips and says, “just had to be sure.”
You then ask him, “do you mind if I post this?” He says he doesn’t mind.
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hopefully this makes sense!
and i hope you enjoyed!
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matchaskiiess · 1 year
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SAY IT BACK, LH44
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in which you keep seeing people prank their lovers by not saying ‘I love you back’ and you wanted to try it out on your lover.
warnings: mild swearing, happiness can also be a trigger to some people, so there’s happiness, also love and laughing if that’s triggering for you.
AN — hope you enjoy :)
WHITE FERRARI (f1) NAVIGATION (main info centre)
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“shit baby, I gotta go, I am late for a meeting!” you heard lewis shouting as he ran around the apartment looking for things he needed.
“ok, have fun.” you shouted back, keeping your eyes fixated on the film as you held your phone slightly under the blanket so that the camera could still see lewis.
“bye love you.” he shouted, as he walked towards the front door.
“ok bye.” you responded, keeping your eyes on the film.
“I love you.” he heard lewis say again, stopping at the door waiting for your response as he held a confused expression.
“yeah, I heard the first time, now go before your really late.” you told him, waving a hand at him as you finally looking at him.
“say it back.” he spoke, closing the door and walking towards his girlfriend of three years.
“say what back.” you asked, acting oblivious to the obvious.
(that is a horrific line 💀 - author)
“baby, I love you.” lewis spoke again, getting closer to your face trying to withhold a smile while you tried to stop yourself from folding at his stare.
“yeah, you too.” you said, finally thinking of something to say as you slightly pushed him out of the way to look at the film again.
“ok, what’s going on?” he asked, taking the remote and turning off the tv.
“excuse me, I was watching that.”
“you can continue to watch it when you say you love me back.” he explained to you hiding the remote behind his back.
you were silent. you obviously didn’t want to give up, but you also didn’t want him to be late for his meeting. and you knew that he wasn’t going to leave without hearing the three words.
“I love you.”
“THERE WE GO!” he shouted happily, bending down to give you a kiss whilst placing the remote down.
“it was a prank.” he told him quietly, giggling slightly to yourself.
“I know. I saw the camera and you have never not said I love you back to me.” he explained, a cocky smile on his face as he gives you one last kiss before walking to the door once again.
“I love you.” you told him with a smile on your face.
“just makes my day, love you too my love.” he responded happily, shutting the door with a wide smile making you almost burst out into laughter.
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2-dsimp · 29 days
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【POV: you tell the Hacker what a good friend he was being. But he was quick to give you a reality check concerning y’all’s intimate relationship with each other.】
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hanasnx · 1 month
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i’ll find the tiktok eventually but it was some girl saying “gotta stop finding the biggest scariest guy at the bar and asking for a cigarette and then telling him i’m posted up if he gets into a fight” edit: link.
can you imagine being half his size and walking up to 6’7!anakin to ask him for a cigarette? he’s looking down at you with that questioning brow, his buddies have fallen quiet and are watching you twirl back and forth with your hands clasped behind your back. patiently you let him pull out his pack and knock the box so one slides out for you to take. he hasn’t said a word, just looks at you expectantly.
“thanks.” you say.
“no problem.” he replies, a little slow and wary.
“i’m right over there if you need me if you get into a fight.” you point to your spot at the bar. and he gives it a glance. a quirk tugs at the corner of his lips.
“i’ll remember that.” he scoffs out his nose when you walk away, attentive to the way your hips sway. he keeps an eye out for you for the rest of the night.
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jayflrt · 9 months
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𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒 10. triple filtered reverse osmosis water filtration system
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SUMMARY ▸ in which you work at the starbucks where heeseung is a regular at (and considered a public enemy). also he only goes when he’s stoned off his ass.
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twilghtkoo · 1 year
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pairings. haechan x reader (f)
genre. fluff, established relationship
warnings. pouty haechan, reader is a tease :P
note. i’ve seen a lot of tiktoks of ppl using the love tester filter on their partners and idols and my brain IMMEDIATELY started working,, hehehehe i can only imagine a competitive and pouty hyuck >:) so here u go!!
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you’ve never fed into those zodiac compatibility tests or those love calculators, where you put you and your partner’s name and it calculates a percentage of how compatible you both are. but haechan on the other hand . . .
“maybe you should type my birth name,” haechan blurts out anxiously from behind you.
you stifle a giggle, biting your lap as your thumb repeatedly deletes each letter of his stage name. “dong...hyuck.” you type out his actual name after his directive. you press the check mark and hit the record button. your name sits on top as his name sits below yours inside the pink heart with the percentage loading in the center. 
the meter rising up and down, haechan being slightly anxious is making you anxious as well. but that might just be his leg shaking next to yours. the meter stops below the middle, a thirty-two percent. 
he snatches your phone from your hand, staring accusingly at the screen. his narrowed eyes making a zoomed in appearance on your camera. “yah, what-” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he slyly brushes under his nose with his index finger. “the hell does this filter know. baby, do you believe this filter? you know this is fake right? my love for you literally breaks the scale! it should be one hundred percent.” his eyes widen with concern, thinking that you actually will believe the fake calculation. 
with pressed lips, you try to fight back the smile that’s fighting. “hm, i don’t know, it seems the results say we’re not really meant to be...look, ‘just friends’.” you show him the screen again, playfully teasing him.
he lets out a gasp, flinging himself on you, arms and legs wrapped around your body. “no, no,no,no.. you’re being mean!” he whines, into your neck, peppering kisses along the sensitive skin.
you blurt out laughing, lightly shoving him off of you. “no, baby, i don’t. i know you are completely, undeniably, in love with me. and i, you.” you tell him truthfully, staring into his narrowed eyes that soften with each word you spoke.
he hums appreciatively, closing the small gap between you two once again as he softly pecks your lips. 
haechan finds these filters entertaining, he can’t help that a filter that aimlessly gave out a wrong answer when his true love is sitting right next to him on the couch that sits in his dorm’s living room. 
“okay, i’m done with technology for the day. come on,” he takes your hand in his, dragging you to his room. “let’s make up for that thirty-two percent.” 
he closes the door with his foot and locks it behind him. “by doing what?” you ask quizzically, arms crossed over your chest.
“i’m gonna make love to you.” he steps forward til he’s close enough to grasp your hips in his hands, pushing you until the back of your legs hit his bed. 
your eyes widen and your lips part. “what?” and haechan doesn’t respond with words instead pressing his lips onto yours. you were prepared to use force to pull away and ask him if he was serious, but when his tongue darts out and runs along your bottom lip, your mind became hazy and your arms are circling around his neck.
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vampyrsm · 1 year
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okay so you know how celebrities have fans who make thirst edits of them??
that but with bakugou aka dynamight. they’re edits of him when he’s about to take off, or mid-fight. omg when he’s finished the fight, he’s all sweaty and they managed to get a glimpse of when he pulls up the bottom of his shirt to wipe at his face. he’s just so grimy looking but he’s got a cocky grin — okay anyway, those but edited.
now imagine being bakugous partner, and he’s settling into bed next to you. you’re already in bed and waiting, on your phone scrolling through tiktok/twitter (whichever). there’s music suddenly playing from your phone and bakugou can’t help but glance over, and immediately he’s frowning.
“why the fuck are you watching that?” and his voice is so close it makes you jump, your head turning to meet his but he’s still glaring at your phone that’s now repeating the edit.
“what, i can’t appreciate big strong dynamight sweating after a long fight?” and he just levels you with this stare, deadpan look that says ‘are you serious?’.
“you just had me sweating all over ya, is that not enough for your greedy ass?” a pinch under the bedsheets to your thigh, a playful look in his eye.
“it’s just different! you’re never that sweaty.” he knows what you mean by that, the sweat after a fight is usually bad. he has to take at least two showers before he heads home — only to have another when he’s there.
“yeah? you want me to fuck you after patrol?” and he’s grinning, wickedly and you don’t get a chance to say anything. always the one to be so crude without an ounce of shame. “come by the agency tomorrow, i’ll give you what you want.”
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badingsm · 9 months
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inspired by this ⬇️ soooo, credits!!
"you're not removing that anytime soon, are you?" you sighed dramatically, trying not to smile too widely.
"nope," came with a pop from natasha, who's unusually wrapped around a sharkie blanket, as she lay down on the tiled floor in your shared room with her head poking out subtly on the hood, scrolling through her phone adorably as if she wasn't the black widow, "can't make me."
you bought the sharkie blanket that you saw on tiktok as a joke but then, she got all comfortable around it so she doesn't want to remove it anymore.
it's cute, really, seeing her all babied because that's what she deserves, and you wouldn't change it for the world.
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Chapstick • B. Barnes
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Word Count: 1k
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Y/N is a simple girl with a problem that most suffer with, dry lips. In desperate need she begins asking around the compound for the one that can help her. She never expected to a get a question that changes everything.
Warnings: implied smut, sexual tension, sexual situation, spanking, choking, pet names (sargent, princess, doll, cockslut), dom vibes, I think that’s it 🤷🏻‍♀️🤣
All fucking day, my lips have been driving me crazy. With this cold weather, my lips naturally began to dry out. It make them chapped, rough, and honestly? A pain in the ass to deal with. This morning when I woke up, I already knew that I would have issues today. The only issue is that I couldn’t find chapstick anywhere in this god forsaken compound. How is it that none of these assholes deal with a simple problem like chapped lips? Even Peter, the kid who usually has one of everything, didn’t have chapstick. It’s straight bullshit.
I dragged myself into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water in hopes some form hydration would help. As soon as I stepped in I seen Steve, Bucky, and Sam all sitting at the island. Sam was eating something, while Steve and Bucky were going over their last mission. “Morning boys.” I said as I made my way to the fridge. “Morning Y/N.” Came from all three men. As I reached for a bottle of water from the open fridge, I realized I hadn’t asked Bucky yet. He’s a super solider like Steve, why would he need chapstick? I ignored the little voice in my head as I closed the fridge. I set my bottle of water down on the counter before turning to the men.
“Barnes?” I asked cutting off Steve and Bucky’s conversation. Both looked over at me, Steve more agitated than Bucky was. “We’re in the middle of finishing up our report Y/N.” Steve said, but Bucky wasn’t having it. “Don’t be a jerk punk, what do you need doll?” A small smile made it way to my face at the term. Bucky was always kind to me. Usually flirted a little with each conversation. It was nice having the attention of such an adonis of a man. There were many nights that I had spent dreaming of the Sargent.
“I know it’s a long shot, but do you have any chapstick by chance? My lips are really dry today and I need something.” I said almost exasperated. I really didn’t want to have to leave the compound today to buy a simple tube of chapstick. I watched as his eyes light up with something I couldn’t quite place. When a smirk made it way to his face, I knew this was going to end a different way that what I expected. “Which lips pretty girl?”
My mind completely shut down as I watched Steve and Sam almost snap their necks to look at Bucky. No fucking way he just said that to me. Absolutely not. No fucking way. I must have misheard him. “I, uh, I’m, what?” The words left my lips before my brain could even process. It’s like everything had shut off completely in my body. His smirk widened as he looked me over. “I said, which lips? Top?” I watched intently as his eyes dropped down to where I was practically throbbing. “Or bottom?”
A wave of slick rushed out of me as he bit his bottom lip before slowly making eye contact with me. Nothing but pure amusement and lust swirled in his beautiful blue irises. I could feel my throat drying out quickly as he waited for my response, but what do you even say to that? How do you response to something like that? “Which one’s princess?” I clenched around absolutely nothing at the new term of endearment. My body lighting up like a fucking christmas tree. Oh it’s fucking on.
I ran my tongue across my bottom lip, catching his eye. I cleared my throat before meekly saying, “Well both are wet now Sargent.”
Now was Sam and Steve’s turn to snap their heads in my direction. Jaws dropped on both men. I could see the fire in Bucky’s eyes grow as he clenched his jaw. “Bucknasty!” Sam said clapping his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. His laughter filling the now tense space. I gulped as Bucky slowly turned his head towards Sam, almost murderous intent in his eyes. “You and Steve have about five seconds to get out this kitchen before I bend her over the counter.” My breath caught in my throat as he spoke the words with a scarily calm voice.
“Wait what-“ Steve words were cut off as Bucky stood from his seat. I watched with anticipation as he practically stalked his way over to me. Oh fuck, he’s actually going to do it. “Shit, he’s serious.” I heard Sam say as him and Steve hurried their way out the kitchen. As soon as Steve stepped out, Bucky’s hand was wrapped around my throat. His brought his face closer to mine, allowing me to feel his hot breath against my lips.
“You’re going to be a good little princess and bend over for me, understood?” I let out a breathy moan at his words. The result of not answering him only caused his hand to squeeze around my throat for a second. “Is that understood?” He growled out, lips almost meeting mine. I nodded, but it wasn’t good enough for him. “Use your big girl words, princess.” His hand tightened slightly around my throat, making me gasp. “Yes Sargent.” I whined. I was practically soaked, making me very uncomfortable with the lack of attention.
“Then do it.” As he released his grip from around my throat, I turned and followed through with the instructions. “I hope these are replaceable doll.” I raised an eyebrow, questioning what he meant. As soon as I felt hands on me and the sound of ripping, I knew I was in for a good time. He let out a low groan which made me clench yet again. “You and this pretty little pussy are going to be the fucking death of me princess.” I let out a moan as I felt his hand come down on my ass, the slap sending more noise through the room. “Gonna make you my little cockslut.”
I should’ve asked him for chapstick sooner.
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