Hotch, to the BAU: Alright, listen up, you little shits.
Hotch: Not you, Reid. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here.
Anonymous asked:
Do you think Stevie makes himself cockdrunk when he’s on his daddy’s cock? Whether it’s riding him, up against the wall, face down ass up, I think Steve would just be a mess when his daddy pushes his thick cock into his pretty baby, couldn’t help but sit there a minute with his cock throbbing as his baby tried to rock back into it
Oh for sure. Stevie gets cockdrunk and fuck drunk like nobody else.
Stevie drools and mewls on and for that cock. He craves that cock. In his mouth, in his hole, in between his thighs, against his sternum between his tits- anywhere he can get it.
And that's the magic between these two: "couldn't help but sit there a minute with his cock throbbing as his baby tried to rock back on it" Bucky's cock is throbbing. As is Stevie's poor little hole. They're both playing this game. Both of them throbbinv and aching for it. Needing this. Steve just shows it more obviously even though they're in this to-fucking-gether. Steve's neediness rubs Bucky just the right way. Steve's neediness makes Bucky throb and shake, he's never had anyone react in such a way. Steve's sensitive but he doesn't normally react so strongly, not to anyone else. It's like Buckys cock reaches a new place inside him every time, a place no one else has ever gotten to.
He knows he gets there when Steve gasps, almost like he's out of air, "D-daddy!" as he slides into him, feeling the way his throbby, tight hole pulses and clenches around him, greedy.
Bucky knows when Steve's getting cockdrunk because he's movements get sloppy, a little like he's moving through molasses whereas normally he's smooth and has plans™️, "look like daddy's little stripper, don't you? Born to fuckin' move, baby. Damn. Lookit you." But when he's getting there he goes slower, takes his time, and is more prone to sinking down on his Daddy's dick and staying there. Aching to be full and to really feel it. Either feel it in his throat, choking on it, or feel it in his belly, pressing down with his hands as he sits and circles his hips. Passively torturing his daddy and himself.
He also is prone to shutting his eyes. But daddy really likes to see how much his eyes glaze over and darken. And so when he's drunk like this, drooling over his dick, Bucky finds himself asking, more and more, "lookit daddy, baby, c'mon. Daddy wants to see those pretty eyes... mmm. There he is. My boy." Its worth asking everytime though. Steve straight up looks drunk. His eyes burn with bone deep lust, foggy and hazy like trying to peer through thick smoke. Nearly black. Usually watery and brimming with tears. He looks unfairly attractive.
When he reaches the state of being drunk over his Daddy's cock, his mouth, wet and pink and swollen, kinda always stays open. He's always moaning, drooling, panting, or begging if his mouth isn't full of fingers, toys, or cock. Its like he can't work his jaw anymore. It drives Bucky up the fucking wall. Both the sound of it- 'cause it means he's never not moaning or gasping or whimpering or swearing, breathing always choppy - and the look of it. His fat lower lip even more swollen from biting it himself, loosing his mind on Daddy's dick, and being kissed hungrily. His chin wet with drool more often then not. His cheeks are flushed. Eyelids still heavy and low.
Stevie is S I N when he's cockdrunk.
Sam: You're such a pain in the ass, Barnes.
Bucky: I know. It always takes Steve a few seconds to get used to it.
Sam:
L*cius: Severus, floo over.
Snape: I can't I have too many essays to mark.
L*cius: Cissy isn't home.
Snape:
it came as a surprise but I like Shinsou and Kaminari.. also my love for Kiribaku prevails
Rosalie starting a shame circle after Edward exposed their family on the first day of school (feat: Emmett & Jasper):
David Slade made me bisexual when he blessed us with the training scene in Eclipse
I have never been the same since
Anonymous asked:
ok but steve being really touch starved like,,, hes never had that relationship with his parents, nancy broke up w him, he feels kinda awkward w the Party since theyre so young and everything with the upside down just messes him up so bad that when billy hugs/cuddles him for the first time he kinda just cries and shakes a little as he basks in being held and feeling so safe and not being in charge for once and billy just holds him through it kissing his forehead and i just
Billy wasn’t even paying attention to the movie.
He was staring at Steve, openly, and unabashedly.
“Um, can I help you?” Steve felt like he could catch fire under the intensity of those blue fucking eyes.
“You’re just, so far away.” Steve smiled sheepishly.
He had purposely chosen the seat on the other end of the couch.
Didn’t want to crowd Billy.
That’s what his mother always said he did, as he trailed along behind her.
Stop crowding me, Steven. Always under foot.
Billy just gave him a pointed look, stretching one arm along the back of the sofa.
He stared at Steve, then stared at the place under his arm.
His point was quite clear.
Steve just smiled, and shook his head.
Billy sighed dramatically.
And next thing Steve knows, he’s being yanked across the space, and deposited into Billy’s lap.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Steve was straddling his hips, Billy’s arms wrapped around his waist.
Billy just shrugged, gave Steve a little half smirk.
“I need a reason to hold you?”
“Uh, kinda, yeah.”
“So, it’s not enough that I just wanna cuddle?” Steve’s brain shorted out a bit.
“Um, I guess it is, but I uh,”
“Are you not into that? ‘Cause that’s okay. If you don’t really like being touched or-”
“No, no I like it, I just, it’s been a while. I guess.”
Whenever Billy didn’t like something, he would do this thing with his face. His left eyebrow would twitch up, and then he’d furrow them both before smoothing his face back out.
It all happened in a flash.
But Steve noticed it, and then one of Billy’s hands was on the back of his neck, pressing Steve’s face into his neck, and brushing through his hair, and the other was flat on his back, his thumb rubbing little circles.
Steve was stiff, didn’t really know how to accept this.
Usually, with the girls he dated, he was the one in holding position.
That was always the way with Nancy, when he poorly tried to comfort her after Barb disappeared.
And he’s always the one dolling out hugs to the kids when they stumble across bullies, or get into fights with one another, or get overwhelmed and scared as kids who have to save the world can get.
But he doesn’t think he’s ever been held like this.
Maybe once, when he was little, and he had a nightmare, and crawled into his parents’ bed.
His mother shushed his cries while his father grumbled and went to sleep in one of the guest rooms.
The next morning, his father told him never to do that again.
But Billy’s thumb was rubbing tiny circles into his back, and Steve, Steve hasn’t felt this safe in a long time.
He tried to hold the tears back, tried to suck them in, but then his body wracked with a sob, and Steve was so fucking embarrassed, but Billy didn’t say anything, just pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple, still rubbing those little circles into his back.
He couldn’t stop the sobs that forced their way out of his throat, no matter how much his face burned.
He was fucking crying like a baby, just from being held.
What kinda pussy ass-
“It’s okay, Baby. Let it out. It’s okay.”
Maybe Billy could read hi thoughts.
That’s the only thing in Steve’s head as he let himself melt into the hold, let himself cry into Billy’s shoulder, as he let himself be sad and vulnerable. As he let himself feel safe in Billy’s arms.
Billy only let go when his sobs finally subsided. He kissed Steve gently on the forehead before letting him go.
“You okay?” Steve couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Yeah. I, uh, thanks for that.” Billy pet through his hair, his hand coming down to cup his jaw, angling Steve’s face to force some eye contact.
“You don’t gotta be embarrassed, Pretty Boy. This is what I’m here for.”
“It’s just, you know. Been a long time since I got to, to let up control, I guess.” Billy smiled at him, the softest fucking smile Steve’s ever seen on his face.
“We can do that whenever you want, Sweet Thing. Just say the word.” He kissed Steve’s nose.
Flayed Billy would never leave his Pretty Boy at the hands of evil Russians....
Steve very (un)subtly asking for Billy’s attention. Especially by inching up to his side or slowly climbing into his lap (giving him ample time to cut it off if he doesn’t want to). Billy just internally goes ‘ah, it’s Cuddle Time now’ and happily grabs Steve’s hips.