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peterspinkrobe · 9 months

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Communion | AU Priest Miguel O’Hara x female Reader

A/N: I commissioned the above Priest Miguel. Ever since the artist sent the sketch, (@ ejpuki on twitter plz go show love!) this story has been a brewin’ in my cranium. I am not a newbie when it comes to fanfic, but a virgin to writing Miguel. Please accept this offering to the mania that is fandom. Feedback is appreciated. I know the tenses are probably all over the place. Part 2 is live!!. Let me know if you’re interested ~~

Warnings: Religious content, parents, dirty-minded reader, no mention of Y/N

As you sat in the middle pew, aisle seats, you fiddled with the dress your mother guilted you into wearing. The hem of the skirt had a little fraying and you couldn’t help but pick at it.

The meddling was met with a small smack on your wrist from your mother.

“Stop! You’re going to make it worse! I know it’s an old dress but it will only look that way if you pick at it.” The sharpness in tone and the lacy lilac dress from high school brought you back to all of the Sunday mornings you’d been ripped from the comfort of your bed to attend church.

Church. Your head was already starting to hurt from the early morning light pouring through the stained glasses windows, but your tried to remain neutral to spare mom.

Your relationship with the Almighty soured not long after your father passed. Faith was hard to come by and the struggles you’d faced recently only strained that even further.

“Sorry, mama.” You say quietly, acting like you’re still twelve and not in your mid twenties.

Ever since you moved back in you’ve had to live under “her rules”. Sunday service is one of those rules. Considering the headache you’ve caused her recently, you ignore your own and do as she asks. It’s only fair.

But church? Last week was your first time back inside a church since leaving for college five years ago. It was the same one you’d been dragged to in your younger years. The same stained pews, same old books of Psalms, same feeling of estrangement despite being surrounded by the same old folks.

Your mom had turned her attention to the lady that lived on our street and you turned your own attention to your fingernails, scraping underneath them for dirt that wasn’t there. You think about how you had dropped the habit until moving back in, but was interrupted by microphone static.

You pulled your gaze to the front of the church and saw Father Steen tapping the microphone. Despite only being five years since you last saw him, the man seemed to have aged decades. His frail frame balanced on the podium as he spoke. You realized why the microphone was needed when he started speaking - amplifying the hushed tone of the elder addressing his congregation.

“Good morning and many blessings to you all this Sunday morning,” he began and you couldn’t help but lower your gaze back to the frayed bit of your dress. His monotone voice was… kinda boring. You hated thinking that way because Father Steen was such a good man and he cared for your mother greatly when dad passed. He was mentioning an upcoming surgery and you were back to picking at your fingernails. His voice eked on through the speakers, “so we will be having a transitional deacon come in to take over my position until I recover. This fine young man has graciously accepted this position as he is working to become a priest himself. Please welcome Mr. O’Hara as he leads us in prayer to begin communion for this month.”

There is respectful applause and your eyes are still on your hands until your mom elbows you gently. You start to apologize again for not paying attention but notice she and her pew neighbor are giggling as they clap. You start to clap your own hands as you look up at what they were giggling like schoolgirls about when your hands freeze in their clapped position - almost like you’re praying.

The deacon that Father Steen introduced was… gorgeous, and he was looking at you. You blushed, embarrassingly, under the gaze of the dark eyes. Could he tell you hadn’t been paying attention?

Well, you most certainly were now.

You pulled your eyes away from him to look at your mother who was wiggling her eyebrows at you, causing you to blush even deeper and turn back to the front.

The first thing you notice about the man standing at the front of the church was his height. He towered over the podium he placed a hand on. Father Steen came up to only just above his elbows with his hunched body.

The eyes that were watching you now surveyed the room and the light from the windows shown dark, warm pools of irises. His face…

Sharp symmetry made up his countenance. Distinct cheekbones bobbing as the smooth bronze skin stretched upwards into a smile. The strong jawline accentuated with the muscles of his lips pulling back, revealing a dazzling toothy smile.

When he spoke for the first time, you understood why your mom cried during Psalms at times. His voice was gospel.

“Thank you, all, for welcoming me into your parish. I know that you have received excellent spiritual guidance from Father Steen. I can only hope to at least partially fill his shoes in his absence.” His voice boomed throughout the church with no need for a microphone. “Before we begin the sacred ritual that is communion, let us bow our heads in prayer.”

The church around you dutifully lowered their heads, and you did the same. Hating closing your eyes to the alluring man in front of the church. At least his voice still filled your ears with song.

“Heavenly Father, we are gathered here today, in your house, in the name of your Son to receive the Body and Blood of Christ…” you decide it won’t be such a terrible sin to sneak a peek during prayer. You lift your head up to catch another glimpse at the ethereal creature leading prayer while he wasn’t looking.

But he was looking. Right at you as he continued to recite, “We are all sinners, and we are all in need of your grace and forgiveness.” You start to think about how much you needed his grace, when you pinch yourself for the blasphemy.

You’re still staring at each other as he finishes, “We pray that You will bless this communion and that it will deepen our relationships with You.” You instantly feel heat in your gut when you wonder just how deep it can go..

You think you see him grin slightly, but he pulls his eyes away from yours and you quickly put your head back down.

“In Your Blessed Name, Amen.” He ends. “Amen”, the church responds in unison and you squeak it out as well.

The first pew stands and approaches the front of the church, choir boys retrieving the communion goods. You notice that there is a split in the line as one is given the small wafer and grape juice shot by Father Steen and the other line the new deacon.

You can’t keep your eyes off him as he offers the sacrament to each person in line. He is taking longer than Father Steen, seeming to ask questions before presenting the body and blood of a savior.

As it came to be your pew’s turn, you stood. With only a few people in front of you, you studied Miguel’s figure in short glances.

Along with being a towering figure, he was a wide one as well. Muscles filled in the long-sleeved black button down shirt. His large upper body tapered off into a slim waist, tucked neatly into dark pants. A belt accentuated the fit waist even further. Your eyes trailed quickly across the thick neck that was accessorized by the all too familiar white collar of priesthood. When you were just behind one more person, your eyes fell to the floor.

Part of you wished you would be on Father Steen’s side as you feel as though you’re about to burst from this proximity of the giant man. He was bent over speaking to an elder of the church, giving her a soft smile as she blessed him for coming to ‘our little church.’

The man in line in front of you stood to Father Steen and the woman was letting Mr. O’Hara go from a sweet embrace.

Thank God, you guessed, for the years of attending communion as your muscle memory tore your legs from their form rooted position at the altar.

You approached the tall figure and your eyes are locked on the lips of the man in front of you. You see them move, hearing nothing but the beating of your heart in your eardrums.

“I-I’m sorry. What?” You sputter the words and heat creeps into your chest and face.

A soft chuckle escapes his full lips and he smiles as he repeats, “What is your name?”

You give it to him. And he says it. The way your name sounds in his music makes you smile up at him. He holds your gaze for a moment before speaking again.

“The Body of Christ.” He extends his hand in an upward position, the white wafer between his index finger and thumb.

You bow your head slightly in reverence of the offering. As you start to pull your head up again, his pinky and ring finger catch under your chin, lifting your face the rest of the way.

You breathe out a small gasp and open your mouth. He seems to mirror the action slightly as his own mouth drops slightly open. You extend your tongue a little as he places the thin wafer onto it.

His gaze is heavy as he watches you take the offering into your mouth. Your breath hitches when he runs his thumb across your pouted bottom lip, catching some saliva with it.

“Amen.” You respond and it’s not until he pulls his hand from your face when you turn to grab a small glass of grape juice. “The Precious Blood.” You hear him say behind you as you bring the glass to your lips, relishing the sweet refreshment.

Your face is red hot as you turn to walk back to your pew, ignoring your mother’s glances as she had already been back to her seat.

The burning in your cheeks is even more fiery as it dawns on you that the whole church saw the exchange. You hope, you pray, that it was perceived as a normal moment between a new Shepard and a member of his flock.

Communion wraps up and Father Steen takes a seat behind the the new head of church as he begins his sermon. The slight pressure of his thumb on your bottom lip created a pool of heat in your belly that wouldn’t go away.

You try to pay attention to the Good Word, you really do, but your mind is other places. Definitely not holy places.

Maybe coming to church won’t be too bad after all…

#miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #priest au #atsv miguel #miguel x you #how do i even tag this #fanfic #spiderverse fanfic

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star-trekster · 1 year

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I don’t know how this appeared on my screen

Inspired by this and everyone’s favorite writer and graphic designer

#how do i even tag this #Star Trek #silly #vulcans #vulcan #surak #monk t’ingle #THIS IS SILLLYYYY #and a parody #SORRY

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adrenalineaquaries · 5 months

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Something I was randomly thinking of while scrolling through the 'Humans are space orcs' tag.

Aliens are perplexed about a human's physical abilities and appearance (and mental strength but that's for another time), right?

I want to know how humans react to this knowledge. I want to see a human struggling to comprehend why aliens find humans scary. Aliens. The galactic creatures that have tentacles, horns, multiple eyes, could be insanely tall, have claws, sharp teeth, yada yada. And yet humans terrify them? Humans. These short, fleshy creatures that have limited ability with their skinny legs and their small fingers. These squishy beings that can barely understand their own species and can (almost) never get along. These weird abominations that either don't die despite falling off of a mountain side or instantly destroys half of their bodily system by falling down a few flight of stairs.

Of course, humans are the one's thinking this way. Many of them don't consider themselves to be anything special or even interesting and then suddenly, aliens think that they are amongst the most vicious creatures in the universe??? They don't understand why??? And there’s just confusion on both sides.

I'm just rambling at this point but I really just wanted to write this down.

Also bonus:

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"You...think I'm scary?" The human pointed to xemself.

Tynid nodded. How could xe not? Humans were scarily powerful. They were durable, had good endurance, fast, agile, strong, a predator, and were venomous. Xe is just scratching the surface, if xe was being honest. So why did the human look so...unsure?

"I...really don't get why you all are scared. I mean, look at you!" The human gestured to Tynid. "You're tall, have horns, has a tail that could probably snap my bones in one swing- just." The human fell silent.

"I'm...we're not that scary, we can't be that scary compared to other sentient life out there. It just doesn't make sense..."

Tynid didn't know how to feel. Why is the human so convinced that xe wasn't scary? Why is xe so convinced that they were all scarier? Was xe unaware of xes own prowess? Were all humans like this?

-cutting it off here because I don't know how to write sci-fi; also cus I don't know what I'm doing-

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Also, what do aliens think of countries and the different languages? I'm curious what would happen if an alien met someone from the Nordic countries or from Southeastern Asia or from an African country. Just some food for thought.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #humans are space orcs #rambles #ramblings #earth is a deathworld #how do i even tag this #how do i write #what am i doing #what the fuck #humans #aliens

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dentdechien · 8 months

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You guys better not be smoker/hina/drake when I get there

#one piece #op fanart #x drake #smoker #hina #myart #how do i even tag this #smohina #for starters #smoker/hina/drake #im in the trenches i cant stop thinking abt them 😐#top ten one piece situationships + their height differences make me go crazy frog

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lordansketil · 2 months

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story: he ate an entire pizza

me: what was the pizza, what was the texture, was it crisp, was it oily, what were the toppings, was it pulled out of an industrial oven or did it smell of woodsmoke and fresh herbs? did he fold the slices and eat them with one hand or cradle each piece in both hands as delicate threads of mozzarella stuck to his chin?

story: then he ate a second pizza

me: what about first pizza? what about first pizza?? was first pizza truly so forgettable?? i don't even know what these pizzas look like. are they thick-crusted and sparse, weighted down with ingredients, or light and already losing sauce and cheese to his careless fingers? i imagine you smell of thyme, second pizza, i gift you with peccorino, marinara, and thickly cut mushrooms. your crust looks bruised, a little charred, but you are warm and soft and he eats you slowly. he wants you to last because you are his favourite.

story: then he ate a third pizza

me: maybe he's not eating pizza at all? maybe he just ate three cardboard boxes with the word pizza written on them.

#i'm sorry but i #please people i'm begging #describe the fucking food i can’t #how do i even tag this #hedonism #or not as the case may be

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sillysnaily · 1 month

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FINALLY GOT TO DRAWING FANART FOR SO MUCH FOR STARDUST BY @a-plethora-of-peters

I've been rotating this fanfic in my head for SO long, it surprising that I waited so long before drawing SOMETHING EEEEEE

BONUS MANY MONTHS OLD SKETCH BELOW CUT

#impulsesv #sillysnail art #art #sillysnail sketches #how do i even tag this #THIS PSEUDO REFERENCE SHEET TOOK ME ALL EVENING #IM DAMN PROUD #It was supposed to be a sketch though #hermitcraft #hermitblr #freaking creecher #Love him #my phasmo obsession is showing though #who reads my tags btw #Im always writing something in them because its like a little side note #anyways goodnight #its almost 3 am

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bts-trans · 7 months

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231008 Jungkook’s TikTok Account Name Change

안녕하세요전정국입니다반갑습니다30자채우려고 이렇게길게적어

HelloImJungkookNiceToMeetYouIWantedToTakeUp30CharactersSoIWroteThisLongName

Trans cr; Ali @ bts-trans © TAKE OUT WITH FULL CREDITS

#231008 #jungkook #this is the most jungkook thing to do to a username #instagram ARMY knows what's up and remembers #how do I even tag this #tiktok #bts #bangtan

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goingferalapparently · 2 months

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dialogue taken directly from chapter 6 of @definitelynotshouting's fantastic fic, lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart).

(be mindful of the fic's tags!)

hi, its the anon with the doodles! only the doodles were a lie, because i blinked and suddenly i had the draft of a 3 page comic, and then i blinked again and it was 4 pages because the 3rd was overcrowded. and then there were colour palettes and scribbled notes and mockups of the colouring and. well. yeah. uhm. it got. more out of hand than i thought it would, really quickly too. xen be normal about your interests challenge failed.

but yes, the fic is absolutely amazing, definitely worth a read (or a reread. or 34 reads). it's heartwrenching in all the right ways and the prose is so vivid. the details. the details. and the worldbuilding on it is insane.

its only been like, 1.5 months? doesnt matter. lost in the dark has got to be up there on my list of comfort fics. which. uhm. is a weird thing to say. because the first additional tag is angst. and i just called it heartwrenching. um.

anyway!

anyway, hunger au has literally written itself into my brain and. consumed it. the proof is. uhm. the fact that this is a comic??? and that its complete??? do you know how many unfinished comic drafts there are in my folders.

i was so tempted to just. do the entire chapter. but i also know id never finish in that case. so.

#sun art #hunger au #mcyt fanart #fanart of fanfiction #how do i even tag this #hermitcraft #grian #goodtimeswithscar #xisuma #this file took up the most space of all my projects im not even kidding #my laptop was overheating purely due to my drawing app

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acianoh · 10 days

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Zelda Shippūden!

#how do I even tag this #the legend of zelda #zelda au #zelda shippuden #nabooru #impa #ganondorf #ocarina of time #using ganons totk design bc it’s basically Naruto already #also he’s hot #impa nabooru homoerotic kkobi moment #also love that I don’t really have to change much about impa bc she’s literally already a ninja #knights AND ninjas no wonder I lost my mind over this game as a child #2024

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vytamins · 1 year

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kobeni + tonberry = tonbeni??

#csm #chainsaw man #ffxiv #kobeni #tonberry #final fantasy xiv #how do i even tag this

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tfatwsiguess · 2 years

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Midnight Present

Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

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Prompt: Bucky wakes you up with some unprompted attention, and won’t let you go back to sleep until you’ve paid your dues.

Warnings: Overstimulation galore, fingering & oral female receiving, begging, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, somnophilia, brief choking, pet names

My first published smut. Never thought I’d post any because it’s just not my style and honestly I’ve preferred to just write it for myself, but idk I think this is kind of good and while I’m in between chapters for I’m Glad I Met You I should probably still post to be relevant 🙃 I really just wrote this for myself so it’s not plot heavy or detailed or anything but aye it’ll do

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You woke up with a shudder. The slow rhythmic movement between your legs eased you out of deep sleep. The sensations pushing through your exhausted haze racked your unsuspecting body with another shiver.

Bucky had a strong hold around you; his smooth vibranium arm tight around your stomach, gripping your hip, and his other snaking under your side and into your pajama shorts. Your back was pressed against his front– not the position you fell asleep in, but how you were inexplicably positioned now. His strong arms kept you close against him as his fingers were slowly, but firmly, massaging your clit.

Your hips began wiggling, stuttering at the sudden processing of stimulation.

At seeing you were finally waking, Bucky’s left arm stretched and gripped you tighter. You whimpered, both out of grogginess and stimulation pulling you from sleep. “Bucky…” you whispered.

“Shhh,” he coaxed softly into your ear. It sent shivers down your spine, and he loved the feeling of your body tremor. “Stay quiet, kitten.” His voice soothed with his chin perched right up on your shoulder, leaving you no personal space of your own.

It was still the middle of the night. Everyone in the compound should definitely be asleep by now, but the quietness still didn’t help, and he knew you were louder when you weren’t in as much control of yourself. He was gonna have some fun with that.

Bucky’s fingers pick up in pace, and your breath hitches. Still never completely awake, your head arches back in helplessness as he teases you up onto the edge. Your hand found his left arm weakly, subconsciously attempting to pull it away. “Nuh uh, baby. Be a good girl for me.” His arm easily slipped out of your hand and grabbed your wrist, the other applying much more pressure to your tenderized clit as punishment.

You let out a high-pitched whine in your foggy stupor. As his rubbing hardened mercilessly, your hips and back moved more, cowering away from his hand. But his bigger body surrounded yours, and he follows you easily to your hiding place. Another voice-cracking whine, paired with a jolt of your hips had him smirking satisfiedly. Your struggle was adorable, and he just couldn’t get enough of you defenselessly whining through his teasing.

Your head began moving side to side, overrun with unchecked pleasure. Buck shoved his hand tighter into your core, deciding to up the tension. You had nowhere to go, no room to struggle against his torture, so when your squirming became more persistent, he doubled down. He knew where your sweet spot was and abused it with no shame, rubbing and pushing harshly. Your breaths became high pitched as the ball of tension coiled further in your core. Faster and faster he pushes you past your limit, still restraining your wrist and pinning your hips tight against him. Your desperate, breathy moans came faster now, feeling his entire toned body holding you still until he allowed otherwise. With your mind shut off, reflexes dulled, and pussy sensitized, all the sudden sensory overload expedited your climax flawlessly. Just what Buck was expecting.

“Such a sensitive girl,” he chuckled darkly.

His voice in your ear was almost enough to put you over the edge while his fingers were still working you over. A guttural moan came from your throat, like a beautiful song just for him.

He wanted more of that. And he wasn’t gonna stop until you were wailing. Until you were left a mumbling mewling mess all strung out just for him. Silly putty in his hands to do with as he pleased, and nothing less.

He narrowed his quick rubbing directly onto your clit, speeding in tight circles that had you going slack jawed in seconds. “Ah!” You cried incredulously. Even as your hips protested again, he didn’t let up. He didn’t stop as you were crying out, allowing no break as you clearly entered your high either.

His flesh hand kept up it’s evil pace as his free one reached up and pressed against your mouth firmly, effectively muffling your pretty little self. He didn’t have to be as gruff as he was, but he wanted you in a puddle by the end of this. And even muffled by his strong hand, you sounded like you were being destroyed.

He absolutely loved forcing you to be vocal. To be so reactive he knew just when you were needing to come down. That didn’t mean he’d let you. Instead, he kept up his circling strokes through your whimpers.

“Buck–“ you cut off to let out a whine, “Bucky!” You cried at his cruelty, struggling now more than you ever had. Your body writhed and thrashed against him, but was still easily kept under his control. His fingers parted slightly over your mouth to let you helplessly cry his name. “Bucky please–“ you could barley get out.

“You want me to stop touching you?” He huskily breathes out, fingers still circling lazily.

“Mhm!” You moaned quickly, eyes screwed shut.

“Beg me.”

“Please, I can’t…” you breathed out, nearly unable to remember words anymore.

“Mhm?”

“B-Bucky please I just– nngh! I just came, j-just let me– ah!” His laugh at your impossible struggle made you feel even more powerless. Especially with his front seat view to your dirty pleas as you try to fight through him increasing the pressure again. “Nng! I can’t! Bucky, you– agh! Fuck. Pleeeease!”

“Alright, baby.” The hair of his stubble moved when his lips stretched with an amused smile. “Come for me, now.”

And that did the trick. Your second wave of pleasure and serotonin summoned forth with one last heavenly pressure pushed down on your hot core. “Nuh! OoooohgodBucky!”

His other hand reached up and nudged your face towards his, consuming you in a kiss through your second earth-shattering climax. His hand stayed perched on your bundle of nerves, not rubbing, but keeping the pressure there as he saw you through the wave. He didn’t part his lips from yours until your whines died down, pulling back slowly.

It took a while for you to catch your breath. You knew super soldiers were efficient, but to reach pure pleasure twice in just a matter of minutes was indescribable…

His beautiful hand left from between your legs, leaving you be. If you weren’t before, you were worn out now.

That didn’t stop him from slipping down to place his face to your hips. In nanoseconds your core was exposed to him, vulnerable to his desires. You shivered, feeling his breath gracing you down there. He wasted no more time, gripping your thighs and pushing them apart. He couldn’t care less if you came all the way down yet or not. That heavenly mouth of his opened wide and perched right on your abused area. A gasp was ripped from your throat when a fiery warmth engulfed you.

“Damn it, Bucky!” You groaned breathlessly.

He chuckled against you, making your back arch from the instantaneous vibrations. His suctioning mouth pulled back, releasing your soft skin.

“Just one more, princess,” he cooed between sloppy kisses. “You can give me one more.”

“Hhhhn you’re killing meeee.” You twist pointlessly, under the false impression you were able to move freely as you begged him once again, until the super soldier gripped your thighs harshly and pulled you back into his awaiting mouth. He took pleasure in ignoring your helpless pleas for a good long while. Especially when he knew you knew there was no amount of begging that would make him stop.

“Oh god– please…” you let out breathlessly as his warm, firm muscle shot out to slowly lap itself up against your precious bud.

Still half asleep, so tired and eyes still screwed shut, your hips twitched desperately; caught between pushing closer to him and getting free. But he left no choice as his head followed your every move, permanently perched around the oasis between your thighs. Those godly hands of his rubbed up your sides lovingly, stroking and squeezing occasionally while that mouth worked you over. You mewl defenselessly, only further fueling his devilish desire.

The delirium mixed with this euphoria was heavenly as he mercilessly teased you– and more overwhelming than you’d ever felt. His sweet spot for you, perfectly balanced. He nibbled your clit playfully, tongue making a reappearance right after to fully lick up between your folds.

The audible shudder that got him made his mouth stretch so wide, and his big soft hands immediately came down to grip those thighs of yours in triumph. With every clench of your sensitive muscle, he returned it with a rub or a lick or nip until he finally pulled another cry from your lips.

“Fuck. Yes…” You sighed, torturous overstimulation finally waning into bigger bursts of intense pleasure.

“Mmm. Mine.” He grunts in response, intensifying his tongue in and around your hot core.

“Oh god yes.” Your voice was becoming high pitched again, mouth hanging open. “Mmmm so good… My Bucky…”

That’s it babygirl, let go.

He thought as his eyes pierced you, but didn’t dare separate or stop to say it.

“Ugh, yes! Don’t stop!”

Once you really started letting your voice out, one hand of his snaked its way up around your neck, and squeezed. “Quiet.”

That was all he needed to say, and you knew what would happen if you weren’t.

It didn’t mean he would make staying quiet any easier for you. So it was all you could do when your hand pressed over your mouth and nose desperately. You were so close.

Then he saw your free hand gripping the bedsheets tightly. He didn’t like that.

Barnes reached up and gripped your wrist, twisting harmlessly to make you release and take the sensations as he intended; with no help. No relief.

“More.” You moaned.

“Say please.” He growls, both hands clenching around your wrist and thigh tighter.

“Fuck– please?” You obey, restrained hand struggling in his grasp. He grunts in satisfaction, speeding up his lapping at you. When he heard you panting again, he could hear the muffle of you suppressing your volume like he commanded. Good girl.

It was time for your reward.

Bucky’s face wiggled side to side between you, effectively pleasuring you with the glorious friction. With one hand pinning your wrist down and the other wrapped around your thigh to keep you accessible, he was ready to hold you down for your no doubt, thrashing orgasm.

It didn’t take much longer for his pink muscle to coax another climax from you. As dark as the room was, colors burst across your vision as your mind-shattering orgasm wholly ravaged between your legs, and electrified your world. You just couldn’t control yourself; you began rocking and bouncing into his face as he kept your clit sucked through it. The mangled whine that came from you both made Bucky feel like the most god-like being on the planet, and the evilest for enjoying every second of this. Especially when he could’ve just had F.R.I.D.A.Y. to soundproof the room.

When Buck finally separated from your skin, he allowed you a few seconds of sweet relief… before placing his last loving smooches across your clit and folds.

You gasped and arched away. “N-no more!”

He chuckled as he rose up from your blissed nether region, patting your thigh condescendingly. “Aw don’t worry, tough guy. I won’t keep you riled up any longer. For now.”

“Why…” you whispered, still catching your breath. And wits, which were certainly scattered in a puddle. “W-why did you…”

“Wanted to hear what you sound like in your sleep. And begging without the usual stubbornness.”

“Hm… you’re mean.” You responded tiredly, sinking back into sleep once his arms were safely around you again.

Bucky smiled softly, kissing a spot behind your ear gently, and whispering. “I’m waking you up like that more often. Just wait until morning.”

#bucky barnes #bucky gifs #marvel #mcu #sebastian stan #smut #bucky barnes smut #how do i even tag this #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky smut #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barns imagine #dominate me #bucky barnes x f!reader

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