Sylus Loves The Intimacy Of Missionary, He Loves Pressing His Forehead Against Yours As His Cock Moves

matching with simon on a dating app and seeing him quite literally fumble a baddie cuz he has a chat personality of a stale bread that you almost didn’t want to meet up with him but c’mon look at him. so anyway, who needs a chat personality when he’s like that in person?

(he’s big and beautiful and filling. curling his fingers just right; pressing the flat of his tongue on your slit; fucking deep. slow. each thrust a punching one that makes your eyes roll back. his kisses searing. he is an electrifying force, and you are drunk off him—

but also the dry humour, the way each sarcastic joke lands perfectly with that rumbled voice that drawls out his words. the sincerity in whatever he says. then, the snort, the puffed chuckle, that bellowed guffaw.

thank god you chanced the meet-up.)

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exactly what it sounds like. <3

bucky x fem!reader

Reverse cowgirl. I'd admit that it was my idea, but then that would mean that I also enjoyed being in this compromising position. Let me lay it out-- my back is flushed against his chest, head lolling back to rest on his shoulder. His hands keep my legs spread wide and back, cock thrusting into me at a relentless pace. All someone had to do was open the door and they'd see everything. Maybe that's what made the situation so hot for him, but I couldn't help but keep my gaze focused on the door. "Fuck Buck-y, someone could come in," I groan, chest rising and falling quickly. I could feel him grin against my neck, pressing a gentle kiss against it. "Yeah, I plan on doin' that, sweetheart," he mumbles, thrusting in slower, but far deeper than I thought was enough possible. I let a sharp moan, trembling hand reaching up to grasp the back on his neck. "That's not what I'm talking about--fuck!" I scream as his hand moves down to rub fast circles on my clit. I couldn't hold out much longer, and I think he could tell. "Gonna cum, baby?" he asks, turning his head to kiss me feverishly. I reciprocate; soft moans swallowed by his tongue. I nod quickly, back arching off of his chest as the coil in my tummy snaps. My body shakes as a whiney moan leaves my lips, eyes rolling back as he spills into me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps down the hall, with a knock on the door. I glance at Bucky, trying to get off of him. Instead, he pulls me back down, thrusting into me again.

"Let them watch, baby."

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes aka The Winter Soldier

Exclusive Outtake from Captain America: The Winter Soldier

@homoeroticfisticuffs asked for a way to find all of these outtakes so I'm gonna post this. These are all I have posted so far. I only have 5 left unreleased.

Knowing that Sebastian Stan is the one saying this makes it even better

seaside drive

𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜-𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 ༒

𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 | 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 ’𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭’ 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⋆★ ISEKAI SHIKKAKU E01 ✪ DAZAI OSAMU ★⋆

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.