Ball and Buck

You, 40's Boys.

Bucky Barnes/Reader/Steve Rogers.

Warnings: SMUT. Threesomes, filth, oral sex (MR), sloppy seconds, Bucky and Steve being kinky fuckers, dirty talk, lots of pet names, unprotected sex (this is fantasy, y’all know you have to use protection), lots of manhandling, literally Steve and Bucky passing you around like a rag doll (because that’s my jam).

Word Count: 2071.

Rating: 18+

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Ummm… Well @kittykitty-mewmeww sent this and this last week for @bucky-plums-barnes Sinful Sunday and I just had to write it, here y’all go.

And I’m spoiling my wives too @thecrownedrose and @sexylibrarian1

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Going to the Movies

Summary:  Reader and Dean go out to the movies.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1553

Warnings: SMUT (oral male receiving, fingering, unprotected sex), fluff

A/Nt:  This is for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Favorite Things Challenge.  Congratulations Kari!  My prompt was “Going to the movies” and I chose Dean, obviously.  This is unbetaed so all errors are mine alone.

Originally posted by yofidfids

 

You walk into the bunker library to find Dean sitting in front of his laptop with a huge smile on his face.

“What’s up babe?”

“Look what I found,” he says, turning his laptop toward you.

You look at the screen; it’s a website for a drive-in movie theater a few towns over.  You grin back at him.  “I have a feeling were taking a drive tonight.”

“Y/N I’ve always wanted to go to a drive-in.  Sitting in Baby watching a movie with you sounds like a perfect night to me.”

He pulls you into his lap kissing your back.

“What do you say?  Can I take you to the movies?”

“Of course,” you say leaning sideways to look at him.

He dips you down, his lips trailing up your throat before he captures your mouth with his.  Your hand grips the back of his neck and his free arm pulls you closer as the kiss deepens.   You break away to catch your breath.  “What’s showing?”

“Who cares?”

You laugh.  “Ok, well when do we need to leave?”

“It’s a two hour drive, if we’re on the road in a half hour we could make the nine o’clock show.”

“I’ll get ready,” you jump off of his lap and dash to your room.

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Punishment (M)

Words: 1358

Jimin X Reader

Warning: Smut (M), Sub!Jimin, Dom!Reader

Based on this request

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Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

He was late, again. It was the fourth time that week he got home late. He was probably drinking with the boys. It’s not like you didn’t like to see him with them, but his time was already restricted, he used to spend all day in the company, so the period of the night was the only moment he could stay with you, with his girlfriend, and what he did? He didn’t stay with you. Argh! Was it this bad that you wanted your boyfriend to stay with you? Of course not. We would pay for it. You would remember him that you were his lover, not the guys.

 You looked at the clock beside your bed as you heard the front door being opened. It was already 2:48 a.m.

 You weren’t sleeping tho, you were laying waiting for him, reading your book as if the fact he was late again was nothing. You heard him getting upstairs till he opened the bedroom’s door, his eyes widened when he saw you were still awake.

“Was it a good night for you, Jimin?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him as he slowly took off his jacket. You could feel the smell of alcohol filling up the room.

“Hey, Jagi. I…hm… It was fine. I’m sorry i’m late again, but Namjoon called us all to go to that new bar that opened recently-” he started saying, his words dying as he saw you getting up and walking towards him.

“I waited for you. You promised you wouldn’t be late again and you didn’t keep your promise. That is not nice, Chimchim” you said as you approached your body to his. He stepped back, leaning against the door as your lips made contact with his jaw. You felt his entire body tensing up.

“Are you mad, Jagi?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fucking mad. I waited for you on that bed, thinking about what I would let you do to me when you arrived home” you said, your lips placing wet kisses along his jaw as your hands were playing with the waistband of his shirt. He let out a low groan as you ran your fingers through his chest. “But now, I’m the one who is gonna do something” you whispered, “I was so horny… but you didn’t give me what I wanted” You finished your sentence and kissed him. The taste of vodka hit your tongue and you pulled away.

“Drinking vodka? Is that correct?” you teased, lifting up his shirt and taking off.

“N-No” he whispered. Ah, you liked to see him that way. All yours.

“So, you have been a bad boy. Bad boys get punished, don’t they?” you asked, your lips traveling down his chest till you got to your knees and started unzipping his pants. His eyes were locked with yours in an intimate stare. You took off his pants and underwear, licking your lips as you saw his already hardened dick dripping with pre cum.

You gave it a quick lick before standing up and whispering:

“Go lay” you said. He did as you said, and you managed to take off your shirt and pants, so you were in your underwear and bra only. He gasped with the sight of your semi naked body. You opened the drawer, searching for your handcuffs. You fucking loved when you were the one in charge. You loved when he was there, all submissive to you. You could feel your wetness dripping down your legs.

“Don’t complain, or I won’t touch you” you said as you handcuffed him to the bed. He whined a little but stayed quiet.

 You sat on him, your clothed pussy making contact with his pulsing dick. God you wanted him so bad but you couldn’t let that go this easily. You kissed him, licking his bottom lip and then kissing his neck. You traveled down his chest again and when you reached the place he wanted you the most, you stopped. He looked at you, his eyes begging you not to stop.

“Watch me” you said and took off your underwear. You were naked now and he was dying to touch you.

 You sat in front of him with your legs opened, giving him a great view of your soaked pussy.

“See how wet I am? that’s your fault” you said and started rubbing small circles on your clit. You could hear him pulling against the handcuffs. Ah, poor boy.

“Y/N, please…” he said.

 You ignored him and pushed one finger in, and soon another one. You started pumping it in and out of you, arching your back in pleasure and making sure to moan his name as sexily as possible.

 One of your hands started playing with your nipples and you felt your climax already approaching. When you were about to cum, you stopped, only to see Jimin struggling with himself. His dick was almost purple and you thought it must be even painful.

“Y/N!” He groaned. Aw, poor boy.

 You took his erection in your hands and started pumping him really slowly, and he immediately bucked his hips against your hand.

“Don’t do it, unless you want me to stop. You don’t want me to stop, do you?” you said, leaning in and licking his tip, but then pumping again, making eye contact with him.

“Fucking hell, Y/N! Do something, please!” he groaned, begging for your touch. You smirked to yourself at his reaction.

“As you wish, daddy” you said and took him into your mouth. He let out a loud, deep groan as you massaged his length with your tongue, your hands squeezing his balls softly. He bucked his hips up, what made his tip hit your throat and occasionally making you gag. By the way he was twisting his face, you could say he was close so you stopped. He looked at you, silently asking you why had you stopped.

“Now it’s your turn to pleasure me” you said, “If I let you go, will you make it worth the wait? Will you fuck me the way I like, huh?” you tilted your head to the side. The truth was you were dying for his touch. For his dick to be inside you.

“I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t be able to remember your name, now let me go” he groaned. Once the handcuffs were of, he automatically pulled you to lay on your back, he on top of you. He placed himself between your legs and started placing kisses on your neck, sucking your skin.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Jimin. I wanna fuck” you groaned, needy. “Besides, I am in charge here. I say” you said. He smirked and laid on his back.

“So, how are u gonna punish me, huh?” he teased. Ah…

 You got on top of him, leaning in and sucking his lip. “I’m gonna ride you” you said. He grabbed his dick, keeping it and place as you lowered yourself. You let your head fall back, pleasure hitting you by the moment he filled you up. You started bouncing up and down, he let one of his hands grab your boob as the other circled small circles on your clit.

“Ah, fuck” you groaned. A few seconds later, he pulled your down, your chest colliding with his as he held your back. He started moving, your hips meeting his aggressive thrusts. The sound of both your skins slapping against each other mixed with your moans and groans, and you momentarily thought about the possibility that the neighbors maybe could hear you two. But you didn’t care, Jimin pulled you from your thoughts when he slapped your ass cheek.

“Fuck, you’re so good at punishing me” he groaned. He slowed down, his thrusts became erratic and you knew he was as close as you were.

 It didn’t take long your walls to clench around his thick dick, and when it did, he came, you both cumming.

He kept moving, your orgasm washing you over.

 You laid beside him, catching your breath.

“So… you forgive me or want to punish me more?” He asked cockily.

snuggsthebunn  asked:

have you done edging/overstim with the rfa gang + saran cuz binch plz make a thirsty hoes dreams come true you're giving the earth what god wants ily thank u

I’m gonna try writing short little ficlets for these! Doing the bulletpoints would just make this so damn long.

Yoosung

He swallowed thickly as you got on your knees behind him, squeezing his ass cheek.

“How many times did I beat you, Yoosungie~?”

Ahh, he loved that nickname, but not in this context. He pushed his face against his bed, ashamed at his pose: Face down ass up with a pillow between his legs.

“S-Seven times.”

“Mmmhmm,” You dug your nails into his ass cheek and he tried hiding his little mewl against the mattress. “Seven times. I thought you were such a good gamer, hm?”

You had challenged him earlier to a game, but on the conditions that if he lost, you got to have your way with him. He still couldn’t figure out if he lost on purpose or not.

When you first spanked him, he let out a surprised yelp, his lubed up cock rubbing against the pillow between his legs. God, he was already so hard after you putting the cockring on, and now you were going to spank him too?

You kept it up, each harsh smack causing him to rub against the pillow, trying his best not to more or let out little begs as you degraded him. You took your time too, taking turns on each cheek

When you finally were done, you planted a little kiss on his reddened cheek.

“You need to get better at games, Yoosung.”

He nodded against the bed, happy at the cool sensation against the pain. You started a few little kisses, promising to help soothe his sore ass, but without warning you reached between his legs and started fondling his balls. He gasped, bucking against the pillow again. He was already so riled up, why were you teasing him so much?

“M-Mc!”

You giggled, but helped him switch positions and lay on his back. You laid on your stomach, planting a kiss on the tip of his cock.

“I guess I should make you feel at least a little good, huh?”

Oh god, he wanted to feel good so bad, but…He was still wearing the cock ring. He watched you take his cock fully into your mouth, working quickly on him as he squirmed and whined out. He was already backed up already, before tonight! And he finally gets to have sex with you again and this is what you do?

The whole blowjob was painfully amazing. He just wanted to cum, he just wanted to so bad! But you were dragging this for so long! His fingers threaded through your hair without thinking, his nails digging in as he tried not to fuck your face.

Without any warning, you undid the cockring for him, and then he couldn’t stop himself. He quickly thrusted into your mouth, letting out such a loud moan as he finally came down your throat.

Jumin

During the whole ride to the restaurant, you were in the back, teasing him with your lips and hand- Constantly palming him as you bit his lip in between kisses, making him let out a low groan.

It wasn’t often you were able to take control, but when you did it was exhilarating. Really, you could always ask to switch the roles around, but you really, really, liked him being in control. 

As you teased your tongue against his, your hand reached to start unbuckling his pants when you noticed just how hard he had gotten. However, before you could even start to loosen the buckle, the car slowed to a stop, Driver Kim already opening his door to get ready to help the both of you out.

Quickly, you pulled back, straightening yourself up as he tugged on your coat.

“Let me hold your coat, or else it’s going to be obvious.”

WIlling yourself not to have your cheeks redden now, you shrugged it off, handing the garment over to him to hide his erection with.

The whole walk inside, getting to your seat and everything, was a constant teasing. Your hand would wrap around his waist, purposely brushing against his ass enough to make him clear his throat. He’d lean and whisper in your ear- Pointless things, but his breath there made you shiver.

When the two of you finally sat down and ordered, he stared you down as the waitress walked away, you giving him a innocent smile.

“What is it, honey?”

A flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes, but he showed a strained smirk instead.

“I’m still…Excited.”

“Ooh, about that new business deal?” You teased.

He knew your act, trying to pretend nothing hot and heavy had just went on. “Yes, the… Other side is being quite provoking.”

“Are they now?”

“Yes. Just taking away what I want the most at the last second, making me bargain for more.”

You blushed a bit, being interrupted by the waitress again for drinks. Once she left, you looked around the restaurant. No one was looking at the two of you, and…you were in a quiet, dark, corner…

You set your purse to hang off the back of your chair, looking at how long the table cloth was. If you were quick enough…

“Cover me,”

“What-Mc??”

You quickly ducked under the table, quiet for a moment and trying to hear if no one noticed. Fortunately, Jumin was whispering harshly to you, letting you know how foolish you were and how lucky the both of you were that no one saw.

Holding back a giggle, you started working on his belt like you had been in the car, and he instantly went quiet. Smiling, you worked his cock out of his pants, surprised it was still as hard as it was before, even leaking a bit.

“Ooh, you weren’t lying.”

How long had he been like this? Was he teasing himself mentally the whole time, unable to calm down? He must be aching.

You held it as you ran your tongue from the base up, hearing the table clatter a bit as he reached under and grabbed a fistful of your hair. It hurt, but nothing too bad. It certainly made you unable to keep your excitement at bay. 

You heard footsteps and saw his straighten up. The waitress must be back.

You heard them talking, the waitress wondering if she needed to wait until you had came back from wherever, and you could hear him clearing his throat, trying to sound calm….

Until you took the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue to lap up the precum. You heard his voice hitch, the waitress question him, his hand tighten with your hair again. It was hard not to let out a noise, but you managed to hold back as the waitress walked away.

You didn’t have the upperhand for long. As soon as she was far enough, both of his hands slipped under the table, pushing your head down and forcing you to take him all at once. 

Your eyes teared up a bit, and you felt something hot spurt down the back of your throat. You let him hold you in place until his grip loosened, then you carefully pulled back, kissing his cock for good measure.

After you wiped your mouth, you carefully snuck back into your chair, thankful no one had noticed. Unfortunately, Jumin still looked riled up and his face was a bit red.

“We’re going home.”

“What? Was it that bad?”

“No,” he cleared his throat, pulling out his wallet to leave something to pay for the wine the two of you had hardly touched. “I need more, now.”

Seven

Watching Seven ride you was amazing, and you understood why he loved you riding him so much.

You had recently gotten a vibrating dual strap on. On your end, you had a nice little bit that rubbed against your gspot, and on his end he got a thick dildo to bounce up and down on.

You watched his cock move along with him, bobbing a bit with a thick steady drip of precum working its way to the cockring around his base. When you looked at his expression, he was completely blissed the fuck out. Glasses skewed, mouth open and drooling a bit, eyes half lidded and nearly rolled back.

The dildo must have been hitting him in all the right places. God, at this rate, you wouldn’t even need him to get you off, the little vibrating bullet in you able work well enough with the visuals he was providing.

You felt your heart nearly stop as he let out a strangled moan, seizing up and rocking a tad. He had stopped pumping the fake cock in and out of him, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Are you close, baby?”

He nodded, biting his lip. “So close, so so close.”

It was the third time he had gotten this close, but this had came quicker than the others. You reached out, your thumb teasing the tip of his cock, a disgusting and open-mouthed, tongue hanging moan escaping him.

“You can cum if you want to, baby, it’s fine.”

He leaned back, willing himself to open his eyes and look at you with an unsure expression. When you reached for his cockring, he nodded, and you took it off slowly.

Once it was completely off, you started pumping his cock as he lightly bounced on the dildo again, breathing deeply. After just a few moments, he finally came, his cum shooting out so hard that some even landed on your cheek.

You were completely content with just that being the end of it, but after he barely caught his breath, he was fixing his glasses and slipping between your legs.

When you tried to protest, he stopped you.

“Let me make you feel good for doing that for me.”

Zen

The two of you stumbled into the dressing room, hardly able to keep your hands off each other before so. He slipped his hands expertly up your shirt, bringing it along and flinging it to the side, groping at your breasts.

“You really don’t have any self control, do you?”

He almost whined at your teasing, letting go of your breasts and squeezing your ass, forcing your hips to meet his as he bucked against you without any shame.

“M-Mc, come on, I need this,” His breath was hot against your ear as he begged. “All those texts, those looks during rehearsal, you’re such a damn tease.”

You tried keeping your cool, but with how he was grinding against you, you couldn’t even attempt to.

“Y-You need to be tamed, Zenny- Ah!”

His mouth was at your neck, sucking past bruises, his moan nearly sounding like a growl. “Let me take it off.”

You reached a hand in between the two of you, groping him and causing him to gasp and groan. Before you could tease again, he picked you up and had you sitting on the make-up table, yanking off your pants a bit clumsily, but fast. As soon as it and your underwear was off, he was undoing his own pants, pulling his hard and flushed cock out.

You bit your lip, seeing the precum dripping off of him already, the cockring at the back of his cock begging to be removed.

“Tell me it’s okay, Mc, tell me I can-”

“Do it.”

Instantly he was on you, pushing his tip into you, waiting for your telltale moan to allow him to push in all the way. You whined, tangling your fingers with the fabric of his shirt as he pounded into you harshly. It didn’t hurt, but god the two of you hadn’t gone this quick and rough before.

You quickly bit his shoulder, his wet moan in your ear as you muffled your noises. He was going so fast- so fast!

“Letmecum, god please, Mc. Letmecumletme-”

You wrapped your legs around his hips, clamping them down and forcing him deeper into you. As you did so, you wrapped a hand around that damned ponytail of his and pulled, making such a choked guttural moan leave him.

That was it, that had to be the breaking limit for him. He was still bucking into you, but they were wild, uncoordinated. It felt good, but you hadn’t felt him so fucked up before. Clumsily you reached in between the both of you, managing to get him to pause long enough for you to undo the latch of the cockring. 

You couldn’t even grab it. Once it was undone, he forced your hips to meet his, the ring falling onto the floor as he completely slammed into you, letting out such strangled noises as he finally came into you, panting against your neck.

After the two of you composed yourselves, Zen having to help you stay steady on your legs, you decided it was best if you waited outside for him to finish up with practice.

It wasn’t until the two of you got home that you both realized you left the cockring in  the dressing room.

Saeran

The two of you had decided to try overstimming together. It was something you were curious about, and a kink he had always wanted to try out. But, he wasn’t expecting that you wanted to use it on him as well.

After a few rounds of normal doggy style sex, you couldn’t stop clenching so tightly around him. Somehow, in this position, he was able to keep rubbing perfectly against your gspot, making you bite into his pillow.

Of course, this was having a toll on him as well.

Normally, he didn’t have issues lasting a while, which is why he was so surprised you wanted him to wear a cockring, but since he didn’t mind he wore it anyway. Now, as you hit your third orgasm- squealing into the pillow and letting out such a lewd ass moan afterwards- he was nearly at the brink of just begging you to let him cum inside of you.

He couldn’t think straight. All he could focus in was the feeling of your wet heat around him, his balls feeling tight as all hell. He was so damn close, he couldn’t even focus on sitting upright. Now he his forehead was against your back as he groaned into you, forcing your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Nnngh, I’m so fucking close, Mc, I’m so fucking close, just a bit more, jus-Ahn!”

He stopped mid-thrust as you reached between the yours and his legs both, groping at his balls. He made a deep whine in his throat, and then suddenly he couldn’t stop snapping his hips into you. The sound of skin slapping together so harshly was nearly enough to make you cum again, but you were so weak and so over-fucked, your mind felt numb.

“T-Take it off, god damnit, nownownownow! I can’t- I need to cum inside of you, I need to right nowrightnow!”

His voice was deep, guttural, and with clumsy fingers you undid the latch on his cockring. As soon as it slipped off, he was biting your shoulder hard enough to break the skin, a loud groan barely being muffled rushing out as he thrusted a handful of times more. He came with a deep final thrust, keeping his cock in you and he sloppily panted against your back.

After a few moments, he slowly slid out, the both of you groaning before flopping on the bed. He reached an arm out, quickly pulling you to him and placing small and lazy kisses against your head.

“Once I catch my breath, we’re going again.”

When you looked at him shocked, you could see a tired but stern and commanding look in his eye.

“You didn’t let me cum that whole time while you did. You really didn’t think you were getting away with that, did you?”

I Wanna Be A Toy

Prompt: ive been thinking abt phil cumming in dans ass and plugging it to keep it in,,,

Author’s Note: a plot? character development? I don’t know her. Meaningful dialogue? i think the fuck not.. sooo I got a little carried away and this fic is pretty much me taking all my kinks out on a nice drive through the country tbh I added neko cause why not. Also i was gross with cum again surprise surprise (1.7k words)

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Not That Drunk

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Drunk confessions

When you go out for a friends birthday and get a little too hammered, Buck to the rescue to bring you home, that is till you make an out loud confession in your drunken state.

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@buckyshattergirl  @chrisevansthedoritobastard 
@holahellohialoha  @almightyunnie 
@imamotherfuckingstar-lord  @iwillbeinmynest  
@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @goodnightwife 
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More doodles of Bucky and his service dog FUBAR!

Top Left: FUBAR on a walk with his Human and his Human’s Best Guy!

Top Right: Bucky really loves to lie around in the sun (because it’s the opposite of being in cryo or literally and figuratively living in the shadows), but FUBAR is like 80% floof so he prefers to lie around in the shade. This is how they compromise! 

Middle Left: Sometimes Buck isolates himself a little too much and FUBAR can be a good conversation starter. However, Bucky also sometimes gets nervous around people and FUBAR knows this so he’s always On Duty and ready to protect his human! (I couldn’t resist throwing in a cute Kobik Alternate Meeting cameo because I love her relationship with Bucky!)

Middle Right: Buck loves to go to the library to help supplement his journaling and FUBAR is super helpful and holds Buck’s books while he juggles his apartment keys! FUBAR is very poised. 

Bottom: Sometimes Buck gets a lil overwhelmed and cries and that’s okay but sometimes he has trouble stopping so FUBAR will bring his Human his favorite ball and it makes Buck smile a little, which is good! (Loosely based on this beautiful post, originally sent to me by @doveloves!) 

IM NEVER GONNA STOP DRAWING FUBAR ART IT’S MY FAVORITE IDEA I’VE EVER HAD THIS DOGGO IS MY MAGNUM OPUS

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“Are ya awake?” Daryl whispers to the back of your head. You stir a little but don’t come round fully and just mumble incoherent words to him.
“(Y/N), I’m bored,” he whispers again. This time you turn over to face him and growl a little as he’s woken you up.
“Thanks, I’m awake now,” you grumble.
“I’ll make it up to ya,” he says as he closes the gap between you both, pushes you onto your back and dives under the covers. He kisses his way down your body, still naked from the night before, and you can feel his stuff member against your stomach as he goes further down. You smile to yourself in excitement, suddenly now fully awake, and lift the covers so you can see what he’s doing. He looks up into your eyes, smirks and then delves his tongue inside you, your legs instinctively widening as he does so. You moan and push yourself into his face more, taking one hand and weaving it through his hair as he moves his tongue in and out of you.
“Daryl, oh Daryl,” you sigh as he slides his tongue up to your clit and starts flicking it, now inserting his fingers inside to start pumping. He moans when you push his head into you as you start climbing towards your release, causing vibrations on your sweet spot. He gets his lips around the sensitive circle and starts sucking as he continues to flick with his tongue. His fingers curl inside you, now hitting new areas of pleasure, and you soon come onto them as you clench and relax around them.
“Shit,” you breathe as you ride your high out on his tongue, “I’m definitely awake now.” Daryl makes his way back up to your face and kisses you passionately, dipping his tongue into your mouth so you can taste yourself.
“Ya wanna lick these baby?” He asks as he holds his wet fingers up. You nod and he slowly pushes them into your mouth. He takes them out and puts them in his own mouth to savour what was left behind them kisses you again, turned on so much by you tasting yourself. You push on his shoulders and use your body weight to flip him over and onto his back.
“Your turn,” you growl seductively in his ear as you start to lick your way down his body. You get to his hips and move from one side to the other, kissing just above his growing manhood. He throws the covers off of you both so he can see every single detail of what was about to happen, and you start licking his tip. He grunts in response as the first few droplets spill out of him and you feel his throbbing cock stiffen even more. You look up at him and maintain contact as you slowly move your mouth all the way down until you feel him hit the back of your throat, then come back up again, sucking hard. You repeat this over and over until he puts his hand in your hair and guides you a little quicker, signalling he’s close. He pushes and pulls you up and down so that every time you’re taking him as far as he can go. You start to massage his balls and he bucks up into your mouth and makes you go even faster. A few moments later and he comes in your mouth, spilling himself over your tongue. You swallow it all and lick your lips at him, then crawl back up to meet his lips as he pulls you down and invades your mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans between kisses. His hands go down and caress your behind, squeezing it and slapping it a little, getting ready for what’s coming next. He pulls his legs up for you to lean back on, then without breaking the kiss pushes you down onto him. You gasp and break the kiss, then he rubs his nose onto yours as you start moving with him guiding your hips. He looks down and watches your breasts bounce with the rhythm, then leans up and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling it. Your hands move to the back of his head as you push yourself into him again as you continue to bounce on him. His hand move up and down your back, gripping onto your skin and leaving marks as you quicken the pace with him still attached to your chest. He bites down hard and you shout out in pleasure.
“Daryl! Please!” You pant. He starts bucking up into you, meeting your pace and you both quicken as you get close. He then flips you over onto your back so he’s now in control on top and thrusts into at a fast pace, pinning your arms above your head on the pillow. He attaches to your neck and sucks at you while you grab onto his backside and push him in even further. You feel him start to shake and feel him release inside you. He continues pumping himself in and out of you, now with one hand in between you circling your clit. You clench around him and cover him in your juice. He collapses on top of you, both your bodies beaded with sweat and sticky from the heat you’d built up. Daryl nuzzles himself into your neck and you relish in the feeling of him still inside you.
“I don’t wanna get up,” he sighs.
“Lucky we’ve both got the day off then isn’t it?” You smile. He pulls himself out of you and you pout at the feeling of now being empty.
“Oh baby, I’ll be back, don’t ya worry,” he winks as he goes into the bathroom, “we’ve got all day remember?” You giggle to yourself at his words, then rub your thighs together in anticipation of the rest of the day.

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HOW TO: 

Kokedama (jap. 苔玉 en. Moss ball)
is a ball of soil with moss around on which an ornamental plant grows. The idea has its origins in Japan where Kokedama is very popular.

Kokedama is also called poor mans bonsai. It’s made of wet Akadama soil and Keto (peat) formed to a ball. In this ball the plant is set in and afterwards the moss will be wrapped around it. Aluminium wire or nylon wire fixes the whole bundle. Kokedama must be watered regularly and needs a lot of light.

Of course you can also use it in your aquarium.


Photos by Henning Buck

Hustle

Request: I had a request for Bucky where they are like bff’s and are pining after each other and one of their feelings accidentally gets hurt but eventually they get together. @kmwiinchester

Word Count: 1,669

A/N: I hope this is close to what you were looking for! I think I got a bit carried away, but I like how this one turned out.

Originally posted by enochianess

“You can’t aim for shit.”

“If you don’t shut up right now, I’m going to shove this cue up your-“

“Alright, kids. Play nice.” Steve’s shadow fell over the pool table, effectively blocking your view. You glared up at him, brow quirked. He stepped back with his hands up in a defensive position. He knew how you and Bucky were when it came to pool and he wasn’t about to get in the way of that. It was a serious game for serious people, and you were one striped ball away from winning fifty bucks. Steve watched you with his arms crossed, eyes flickering between you and Bucky.

You were fairly good at pool, and an even better hustler. You and Bucky actually made a good team- he was big and buff, and every time the two of you went to bars he was the first one at the table being challenged by other guys who were big and buff. Then you swooped in and pretended to be a cute little princess, when in reality you could kill every single one of them with a cue ball if you wanted to. You and Bucky won tons of money from hustling bikers, much to Steve’s chagrin. What could you say, you had skill. You could hit any ball from any angle into any hole on the first try. It was no contest who would win, but dammit if whoever you were playing against didn’t try.

Bucky, on the other hand, was a little shit and a dirty cheat.

You held the cue between your fingers, aiming the white ball to hit a shiny red one when you felt something graze along your sides. Your body stiffened and you tried to ignore the feeling of Bucky’s fingers gliding over your ribs. He was trying to distract you and Goddamn was it working. He was aiming for a tickle, something to make you jump, but you just wanted to lean into it. Your heart was in your throat, thumping loudly against your skull, and it had very little to do with the very important shot you were about to take.

Okay, sure. Bucky was your best friend, and that’s all he’d ever been, but you’d be lying if you said you never thought of him throwing you on the pool table and-

“Don’t miss.” His breath was hot on your ear and your eyes closed involuntarily, teeth gritting and hands tightening around the cue. You shot him a look and he chuckled, taking half a step back. Your shoulders squared and you tried to focus again, but he was still too damn close. This hadn’t happened before- not once. But, then again, you weren’t usually playing against him. He usually stood on the other side of the table and cheered you on, not standing at your side to taunt you.

“Bucky, I swear to God,” you threatened, tongue between your teeth.

“I didn’t do anything,” he defended. “Just try not to suck.”

“I hate you.” You rolled your eyes, adjusting your footing and shrugging a stiff shoulder. It was taking an unusually long time for you to hit the ball, and Bucky seemed to sense it. He backed off, rounding the table toward the bar. Steve was already leaning on it by now, a drink of (rather useless, really) scotch in hand. Bucky went to getting one of his own and you stood up fully. Now that the haze of having Bucky right at your side was gone, it became easier to focus. You went to fixing your shot, eaves dropping on the boys.

“You two are really needling each other today,” Steve noted. “You fight like an old married couple.”

Bucky grimaced as he took a swallow from his glass, but not because of its contents. “Not even. I’d die before I let myself marry her.”

“Ouch,” Steve laughed. “Looks like you two are well on your way, if you ask me. I keep waiting for you to pull a fast one.”

You were bent over the table again, frozen while you listened. You were staring forward at the cue ball, but your attention was on them. Your head tilted down, eyes dropping to the green surface just in front of your face. “No chance in hell,” Bucky was saying. You bit the inside of your cheek, realizing what it meant. “I’d rather the Hulk sat on me.”

“That’s harsh.” Steve crossed his arms over his chest and frowned.

“You started it.” Bucky jabbed Steve with his finger. “Suggesting I make a move on her, that’s disgusting. You should be ashamed.”

They were laughing when you shot the ball. They both turned to look, watching as the cue ball slammed into the shiny red ball, sending it spinning. It missed the hole by a few inches and both their brows shot up in surprise. Bucky grinned, standing up to join you at the table. You shoved the cue at his chest, turning your back to him and starting for the door. “Ask Steve to play the next game, I’m going to bed.”

“(Y/N), it’s noon.” Bucky’s long strides caught up to you before you could reach the door and he grabbed your arm, turning you around to face him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” It sounded a lot harsher than you meant for it to be, and Bucky winced. His hand on your arm relaxed, but he didn’t let go. Your eyes flickered to Steve, who had his back to you and was pretending not to notice. Then you locked eyes with Bucky again, suddenly aware of how close he was. Again. His chest was practically right in your face, head tilted down to look at you with those giant, beautiful eyes of his. You cursed yourself, feeling inadequate and stupid. Of course, he would say that there’s no chance in hell for you but you couldn’t stop yourself from having feelings for the idiot. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.” His voice was soft, a tone you knew he reserved only for you. A quiet whisper that only you could hear, that calmed your nerves and made you think that maybe, just maybe, there was something else between you. But, there wasn’t. He had just said so. “Was it something I said?”

He looked hurt. And dammit if you didn’t hate that look. You had your fair share of slightly-mean things to say about him and he would always pretend like you hurt his feelings, but when he was genuinely hurt, it was different. It wasn’t playful or fun anymore and all you wanted to do now was hide. You could lie to him, say you weren’t feeling well. Blame cramps or headaches or something, but dammit. You hated to lie to him and didn’t want to start now- “I, uh,” you stuttered, unsure what to say.

“Too much?” His hand slid down your arm a bit, but remained firm. “I didn’t mean that, you know that right?”

“Yeah, I…” you shrugged, trying to stop your eyes from watering. “I know.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, shoulders dropping. “I was just fooling around, I didn’t mean I wouldn’t kiss you-“ Bucky’s eyes widened a bit and he let go of your arm, immediately stepping back as confusion wormed itself on your expression. “I meant. I wouldn’t, but… I wouldn’t not. It was just a-“

“You two are going to give me an aneurism,” Steve swiveled in his chair, looking thoroughly annoyed. “Seriously? Please don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?” The desire to run and hide was overshadowed by curiosity and confusion. Bucky pushed his hair out of his face, breathing a huff of air. His eyes scanned your face, like he was analyzing a threat, and he chewed absently on his lip. “Bucky?”

“I may or may not, let’s not point fingers here,” he started, looking incredibly uneasy. You shifted from one foot to another. “Have slightly less than platonic feelings for you.”

You stared blankly at him, trying to process what he had said. He was frozen too, waiting for your response, and when he got none, his face fell and he nodded. Assuming you either found that incredibly strange or didn’t return the feelings, he let go of your arm and turned to leave. But you snapped out of your daze and reached for him, grabbing the hand that let you go.

“I, uh.” Your mouth was dry, now, and you focused hard on the hand in yours. Slightly calloused, but soft and comforting.  He didn’t pull his hand away, fingers wrapped around yours. Not tight, but not loosely either. “Might have similar…Feelings.”

Bucky was grinning then, and his hand did tighten at your words. He pulled you closer to him, wrapping one arm around your waist. “That so?”

“I think so, yeah,” you laughed. Bucky seemed to have an idea then, because he let you go and turned, grabbing two forgotten cues leaning on the wall and thrusting one into your hands. Your brow rose and he led you toward the table, one arm over your shoulders. “What are we doing?”

“Rematch,” he said, gathering the balls from the pockets. You watched him set them up and then he came back around to stand in front of you. You smiled up at him, heart pounding again. You doubted it would ever stop.

“What do I win when I kick your ass?” You twirl the cue in your hands, quirking a brow up at him.

If, by the grace of God you actually manage to pull off that miracle,” he teased. “Then you get to kiss me. But when I show you who’s the boss- it’s me, I’m the boss- then I get to kiss you.”

A grin split your face and you heard Steve let out an annoyed groan from the other end of the room. Bucky stuck out his hand for a handshake and you took it, holding onto him a bit longer than necessary. “Bring it on, cupcake.”