your dog secretly hates you

poe-also-bucky  asked:

D K W with Chris Beck ;) thanks lady

Thank you sweat-pea!


D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Originally posted by reagansimmons

Throughout his time in space, in fact, just whenever he’s away from you for extended periods of time, he likes to think of you all dolled up in a sexy little costumer. If asked, he’d like to say he had no preference, but that’s bullshit, because each and every night he thinks of you, he imagines you dressed like a nurse. When you’re up in space, the closest thing to porn you can get is your imagination, so who can blame him for imagining you in such a way. Just the way he imagines your sauntering over to him, your eyes roving over his body, checking for ‘symptoms’, it really drives him over the fucking edge.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Chris doesn’t have many kinks, but he fucking loves hair pulling. He loves pulling your hair, the little moans that escape your mouth as it’s wrapped around his cock drive him crazy. The one thing that he almost craves though is you pulling his hair. Sure, there’s not too much of it, but there’s enough to grip onto as he goes down on you, pulling his face closer to your dripping cunt and he adores it. He loves how your hands form little fists in his hair as you buck your hips up towards his mouth, begging for him to bring you your release. It takes everything in him to keep his hands on your thighs, drawing intricate patterns into your skin, and not start jacking himself off at the feeling of your fingers scraping against his scalp.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Originally posted by pleasingpics

Chris likes to be rough with you to start with, pinning you against the wall and kissing you deeply, his hands hooking under you legs and lifting you up as you wrap your legs round his waist. You knot your fingers in his hair and it’ll drive him crazy! He’ll suck at the skin on your neck, walking you to the bedroom (or the nearest flat surface depending on how great his need is) and more often than not, he’ll knock something over on the journey there; a vase, your coffee mug, the porcelain dog your mother gave you that you both secretly hated. But, when he reaches the bedroom, he lays you down with such care, it’s like he’s a different person. He presses gentle kisses against your skin, his hot breath lingering in his wake. The sudden change drove you crazy, and he loved watching you like that. He loved watching the need in your eyes grow the second he started taking things almost achingly slow. His thrusts would be gentle and caring as he ran his nose along your jawline, his hands palming at your breasts as you came undone beneath him.