"there Are Too Many Things To Boycott"

i'll get over it i just gotta be dramatic first

🟢 You are still a writer even when you haven't written in a while.

🟢 You are still a writer even when you feel like you aren't writing enough.

🟢 You are still a writer when you feel like your work isn't good.

🟢 You are still a writer when other people don't like your work.

🟢 You are still a writer when you aren't published.

🟢 You are still a writer when you only have works in progress.

🟢 You are still a writer if all you write is fanfiction.

he looks so grumpy. Ugh im in love

the way Oliver cocks his head at Venetia over breakfast the morning after their vampire scene while he watches her eat and Felix literally just sits there like this :

It's just so...*chef's kiss* and i'll never recover lol

im waiting yall…

Remus lupin lookalike competition!!!

location: my house

prize: me (a sirius variant)

Relax | Dick Grayson

“I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?”

“God yes. Please.”

Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, hints of choking, blowjobs, dirty talk, teasing.

(A/n: I haven’t written smut in ages so bare with me yall. )

He threw himself onto his bed with a loud sigh. He had spent the whole day training with the younger Titans and then doing some paperwork, as he was still a detective. So to say Dick Grayson was tired was an understatement. He rubbed his face with his hands, taking a deep breath in and then out.

He looked at his phone, it was 10:30pm and training was at 6am tomorrow . Why the hell did he make training so early? He groaned before deciding to have a shower. He turned on the water and took off his clothes.As soon as the hot water touched his skin, he visibly relaxed, letting his shoulders drop as his muscles became slightly less tense.

He spent another ten minutes under the water, rubbing honey and lavender scented soap all over his body with a purple loofah . When he had done, he hopped out and wrapped a towel around his waist; and used another smaller one to dry his wet hair. He hummed a song to himself that he couldn’t quite remember the name of as he walked back to his bed sitting down and checking his phone.

[knock knock]

He walked up to the door, expecting to see Kory complain about her sister or the kids, “Kory i’m kinda busy right now, can we talk later- oh” There y/n stood, in a long silky black dressing gown, holding a bottle of Rosé in her right hand and two glasses in the other. “Sorry to disappoint, I bought refreshments.” She smirked.

“Y/n i’m kinda.. well you can see why this isn’t a good time.” he said, his cheeks and nose dusted rouge with embarrassment. She looked down at his waist and then back up at his face. “I just thought we could… talk for a bit. You seem stressed Richard.” She taunted, waltzing into his room and setting the glasses aside. She plopped down on his bed and sighed loudly.

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?” she whined, stretching her arms. “Because I picked first- Hey don’t touch that.” he yelled at her grabbing her arm. She looked up into his eyes. She watched how his gaze softened slightly as he looked down at her lips and then back up into her eyes.

.“Don’t touch my stuff.” he said breaking the eye contact and taking a step back, letting go of her hand. “Ugh finneee. How bout that drink then?” she smiled bubbly, grabbing the bottle of wine off his dresser and opening it without spilling a drop. She poured some in both glasses, picking them up and passing one to Dick.

“I don’t drink Rosé.” he stated, grimacing at the slightly pink tinted liquid. “Oh? maybe how about red wine?” the glass of Rosé was replaced with a glass of red. Dick marvelled at this for a second before realising he hated red wine. “Wrong again, I more prefer a-”

“Martini?” A vodka martini was placed in his hand with a snap of her fingers. “Y/n. I-” “Just drink with me.”

He took a sip of the Martini, looking Y/n in the eye. He felt it burn his throat burn just a little as she watched him from behind her glass. “Taste good?” she asked, taking a step toward him. He hummed and nodded his head, taking another sip. “Tell me about your day.” She smiled, urging him to sit down. As he did so, she placed her hands firmly on his broad shoulders. “Shhh, Relax doll.” she whispered in his left ear.

“Well I uh, I did a bit of combat training with the kids and then sorted out some paperwork- ah.. fuck.” he practically moaned as Y/n pressed her thumbs between his shoulder blades. “You like that?” she whispered softly, rubbing his shoulders and back. “Fuck yess.” he groaned as she straightened out a particularly tight knot in Dick’s back. “Keep talking for me.” she said quietly.

“I- mmh- made myself some coffee before I got up here and then I hopped in the- ah- shower.” By now he was a mumbling mess, leaning his head back against her chest. She sat him back running her hands up and down his waist, her nails lightly scratching the skin.. “I want to help you relax, Dick. Will you let me help you?” she half moaned in his ear, placing a soft kiss on his neck and then his shoulder. She moved to his lap gracefully, rolling her hips a little. “God yes. Please.” he whispered against her lips. He looked up into her eyes, his own brown ones sparkling innocently. He placed his hand on her throat and pulled her in for a slow and sensual kiss.

She rolled her hips on his lap, his hands firmly on her waist guiding her. “Just like that baby, just like that.” he moaned. She kissed his neck again, marking him with her love, smiling to herself as she felt his cock grow hard against her ass. “Tell me how I can help you baby.” she spoke, forcing him to look up into her eyes. “God please just let me fuck you. Please.” he begged, grabbing her ass through her robe.

She hopped off of him, untying her robe and letting it fall to her feet . She smiled as she heard dick whisper “Fuck.” under his breath. She turned around to pick up her robe, bending down, exposing her ass.

She turned back around and untied the towel from Dick’s waist, rubbing his thighs softly as she knelt down in front of him. “You mind if i uh-”

“I don’t care, just do something, anything. please.”

She took him into her mouth, using her hand for what she couldn't fit in. She bobbed her head up and down, swirling her tongue around the head. She took him out of her mouth and began stroking him slowly. He moaned and mumbled incoherent curses, throwing his head back. “More please. I need more.” he whined, bucking his hips desperately into her hand. She decided to give him what he wanted because the whole point of this was to get him to relax a little.

She put him back into her mouth, inhaling through her nose. She took him deeper into her mouth, feeling tears prickle in her eyes. He grabbed her hair pushing her down and thrusting himself in her mouth, Tears rolled down her face, smudging her mascara. he managed to hit the back of her throat, making her gag a little. “Fuck just like that y/n. It feels so good. He fucked her face ruthlessly, as y/n hollowed her cheeks and stayed still for him to use for his own pleasure.

“Im gonna cum. Please can i cum in your mouth?” he pleaded, holding off his orgasm as best as he could. By now his hair was dry and fluffy, falling in front of his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, brows furrowed and his pretty pink lips were parted slightly. He grunted and groaned softly with every thrust as his thighs shook with overwhelming pleasure. She hummed “yes.” for him to cum, which didn’t take him long. It only took a few more thrusts before he had come in her mouth, slowing down his movements, a loud moan on his lips.

“God fuck that was so good.” he mumbled, still slowly thrusting his cock into her mouth. He looked down at her in awe. Her mascara and eyeliner was all smudged and she had cum dripping down her chin, yet she was still the most perfect woman he had ever met. “I want to make you feel good. Can i?” he asked, wiping the cum off her chin with his thumb and placing it in her mouth. She looked up at him and nodded innocently.

She sat on his lap, kissing him. He kissed her hard, grinding his cock against her pussy, he sucked hickeys into her skin, making her mouth fall open slightly. He took the opportunity to put two fingers in her mouth, to which she sucked softly. He placed her down on the bed, removing his fingers from her lips and teasing her with them.

He teased her entrance with his two middle fingers. She gasped a little when his fingertips just brushed past her clit. "You're so wet baby." he cooed, stroking his fingers over her cunt, she smiled at his playful nature, leaning up to kiss him again.

"Please~." she begged him as he continued to play with her pussy. He took it one finger at a time, watching as her eyes rolled back with pleasure. “Harder please.” She whispered against his lips as he rubbed her clit and put his fingers into her. "You like that sweetheart?” he asked, thrusting his fingers in and out of her, spreading them and curling them. He stretched her pussy out with just his fingers, loving how she moaned and cried for him to give her more. “Dick please.” she mumbled,

“You like my fingers deep inside you, making you feel good? Hmm Princess? Tell me how good it feels." He asked as his fingers pumped in and out of her slowly but firmly. The pressure was just right, the speed was teasingly slow, but not too slow. He curled his fingers slowly inside of her, rubbing her g-spot softly. She moved her hips at the same pace as the thrusting movement of Dick’s fingers.

"Fuck Dick. It feels so good. Please don't stop ." She moaned. He stopped anyway and looked her in the eye. "Beg for it princess. Beg for me." he spoke seductively into her ear.

"Please. I want you so bad. Please fuck me." She whined breathlessly, looking into his eyes innocently, although the embarrassment soon made her cover her face with her hands. "Good girl."

He continued to work his fingers faster into her as she moaned and pushed back on his fingers. He kissed her chest, specifically her boobs. Her mouth fell open as she felt Dick’s lips on her right nipple. “Fuck baby. I want you in me." she groaned as he took his fingers out of her.

He brought them to his lips and started to suck off her juices.

"Mmh you taste so good baby. You're doing so well for me love." He ran a hand up and down her waist, kissing the stretch marks that sat there. He kissed her tummy and then all the way back up to her lips.

“Do you want this?” he asked, stroking her hair behind her ear. She nodded enthusiastically, just wanting him to fuck her.

He lined himself up with her and held onto her hand, interlocking their fingers. He slid in with a groan. Her walls clenching around him made this all so much better.

"Fuck y/n you're so good for me. You're such a pretty girl. Mmhm Princess you like that?", he smiled down at her.

" Like it when I fuck you like this and call you a pretty girl, hmm?" He said as she felt his cock pulse inside of her. Her eyes rolled back and she arched her back. He was bigger than she had imagined, much bigger.

"Fuck I love it. " she cried out as his cock slammed into her. She furrowed her brows and grabbed her left boob, playing with her nipples.

Every thrust made her legs shake and her eyes roll back in ecstasy. who knew it would be this good. He flipped them both over and began thrusting a little harder. He rubbed her clit with one hand and held her waist with a firm grip with the other. It felt like she was on cloud nine.

Both of their moans and whimpers filled the slowly thickening air as he ruthlessly shoved himself into her cunt, slapping her ass every few thrusts; watching it jiggle upon impact.

"Fuck i’m gonna cum!!" she whined loudly, Dick’s fingers still rubbing her clit. "Cum on my cock baby. Be a good slut and cum all over my cock sweetheart." He moaned. He pounded her cunt, kissing her shoulder and wrapping his hand-that was previously on her waist- round her throat and squeezing gently. She came hard on his cock, her thighs shaking.

But Dick wasn’t quite finished yet. He picked her up and sat her down on his cock again. He groaned deeply as she began to roll her hips. "Don't stop baby. I'm so close." he whimpered, making her clench around him. He started thrusting up into her, holding her thighs. His pace was unholy as her thighs shook whenever his hips met her ass. His eyebrows were knitted together, he let out short whimper-like moans and his hair covering his hazel eyes. He looked so pretty like this, so pretty.

He flipped them back over so that they were back in missionary. she wrapped her legs round his waist, moaning loudly at how deep he was fucking her. He began to kiss her again, sensually and with passion. She flung her arms round his shoulders and tugged at his hair, making him whine again. god she loved that sound. It was a mix between a guttural moan and a whiny whimper. It made her wet beyond words.

"You close baby?" she asked, stroking his hair and tugging on it every now and again. He nodded and picked up the pace of his thrusts. "You're doing so good for me, so so good." she praised, watching his cheeks turn pink as he let a small chuckle leave his lips. “ ‘M close princess.” he groaned, watching as her second orgasm neared. "Cum with me, Dick. Cum for me." she whispered in his ear, which seemed to do it for him. They both came for a second time. He came inside her, his lips parted and a string of curses tumbling from his open mouth. so so beautiful.

Dick’s thighs shook violently with the ferocity of his orgasm. Y/n stroked her hand through his hair as he came down from his high, whispering sweet nothings softly into his ear. “You did so good for me, so so good. Breathe baby.” she cooed, planting a soft kiss at the base of his neck. “Goody boy. You feeling better?” she asked, watching him nod slowly. “Lemme clean up real quick.” she smiled, heading to his bathroom and cleaning herself up. She came back with a warm washcloth and began wiping up any excess cum. He sighed quietly at the heat of the washcloth, grabbing her hand and forcing her to stop.

“Thank you.” he whispered, millimetres from her lips. “Anytime Bird boy.” she smiled, kissing him. He pulled her into his lap, kissing her slowly and more passionately than the other kisses they shared that night. “Hold on.. Bird boy? Seriously?” he chuckled, running down her waist and over her ass. “Yeah, it suits you. Hey! hands off!” she giggled, slapping his hand away. “Oh c’mon, you love it. You know you do.” he smiled, grabbing her ass with both hands this time.

“Shut up.”

(An:this gif right here>>>>>>>)

Tease | Bucky Barnes

“You wanna be a good girl for me right?”

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings! NSFW 17+, penetrative sex, pet names, choking, fingering (Fem receiving), dirty talk, lots of teasing, orgasm denial.

Word count: 3k

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"Mornin' doll."

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, feeling a soft gaze fan over her face, the sun peaking through the curtains. James placed a soft kiss in her forehead, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. “Mornin’.” She smiled, nuzzling into his bare chest. She lay her head down, listening intently to the soft and steady beat of his heart, she could lay there for hours. “We gotta get up. It’s almost seven and i have a meeting at ten.” She mumbled, his chin resting on top of her head. “We could just stay here, forever.” he whispered , feeling her cheek against his chest, never wanting her to leave. She chuckled quietly, as he shuffled under the covers and looked into her eyes. “That’s cute but I've got things to do, Barnes” she whispered, as he rubbed his hand up and down her waist. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in his touch. “Y/n, please.” he looked at her, his eyes pleading for her to do something, anything. “No can do James.” she said, getting up and heading off to shower. He laughed breathlessly as she sauntered off to the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively.

She turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. She stood under the water for a few seconds before she heard the shower curtain open and felt a pair of hands on her waist. She smiled to herself, leaning back against his chest, embracing the warmth of his body. The silence was peaceful until he began to leave a trail of kisses from the back of her neck down to her shoulder. "james. What are you doing back there?" she asked, knowing exactly what answer she was going to get. "Nothing, just appreciating your beauty." he mumbled between kisses. She chuckled lightly, grabbing some soap and washing herself down. "Okay sure. But make sure it's nothing more than that, Barnes." she said sternly, sensing the pout on his lips. "Yes ma'am." he laughed, placing a kiss on the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck. She held back a moan, inhaling deeply through her nose instead, making Bucky grin with triumph. "Behave yourself James." she scolded, silently wishing he'd kiss her again.

They hopped pout of the shower, wrapping towels around themselves and going to get changed. James threw on a pair of sweatpants and his dog tags, throwing himself at their bed. Y/n walked to her closet, rummaging through the countless number of formal dresses and suits that she owned. She decided on a pair of black flared pants, a corset-esque top and a black blazer. She smoothed down her pants, feeling hppy with her choice, she looked hot. She sat down at her vanity, prepping her face for her makeup. She felt Bucky's lingering gaze on her, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Had she worn a suit and corset top on purpose, of course she had. It drove James insane when she did, and that's exactly what she wanted. She spent a good forty five minutes applying her makeup, making sure she looked as good as humanly possible for this meeting. "Babe? How do I look?" she asked, turning around, smiling to herself when he couldn't even speak.

He stood up, walking over to her. His hands- as they always did- went straight to her hips, pulling her toward him. "God you have no idea how badly i want you right now." he spoke in a sultry- almost pleading- tone. She chuckled at his neediness , pushing him backward onto the bed. She crawled toward him, straddling his waist, her ass on his cock. SHe could feel how hard he was through his sweats, the effect on him she had made her smile. A low groan left Bucky's lips as she began grinding on him, feeling him harden even more underneath her. She tilted his head upward so he was looking into her eyes, kissing him hard and full of lust. She put her left hand on his throat squeezing a little, the whiny sounds he made had her blushing with excitement. He broke the kiss, moaning loudly and almost uncontrollably as they ground their hips against each other.

"I'm gonna cum." he whined, looking up at her with desperate eyes that slowly dimmed as he no longer felt the friction of y/n's hips against his own. "That's a shame because I've got to go darling." she smiled, standing up and smoothing herself down. Bucky looked at her in disbelief. "You can't just leave me here." he whined, she laughed at his flustered and submissive state. "Take a cold shower." she said snarkily before kissing him on his jawline, making him shudder. "I'll be home around two, okay baby?" she smiled, walking out to her car.

James spent the day thinking about how badly he wanted her. he wanted his hands on her hips, her boobs her ass. he wanted to feel her cunt stretched out around him, to feel her nails scratching at his back. God he could cum just thinking about it. He needed her to get home. He lay sprawled out on the couch, waiting. And waiting. And waiting for what seemed like forever. He huffed as he saw the time, 2:00. Y/n should be here any second he thought to himself, sitting upright on the couch. He smiled excitedly, waiting for her to come through the door so he could have her.

It angered him how she left him there, unsatisfied. He wanted to teach her a lesson. He wanted to get her so close to the edge and just leave her there, wet and needy, begging like a little slut. He sent a text to Sam asking if he wanted to go out, to which he answered 'Yeah i'll be there in 20 minutes.' He smiled to himself as his plan was in action. The front door opened, revealing y/n looking as if she were ready to go straight back to bed. "Hey doll. How was your meeting?" he asked lovingly. "Awful!" She went to the cupboard, grabbing a bottle of wine and a couple glasses. "Ugh have I told you how much I hate men . They're so gross and perverted. No offence babe." she ranted, giving him a kiss on his lips before sitting down next to him and opening the bottle. "None taken baby." he answered, eyeing her up. Her top made her boods look perky and so soft, her stomach was just a little bit exposed and she smelt like heaven. "They were all looking at me like- like the way you're looking at me right now." she explained, noticing the lustful look in James' eyes. "Are you slutting me out right now Sergeant Barnes?" she asked, taking a sip from her glass. "Yes." he answered simply, grabbing her glass and setting it down on the coffee table. "I just missed you so much today doll." he said, looking her in the eyes, never breaking the intense eye contact.

"That's cute. I see you never resolved your little problem. Want me to lend a hand?" she asked, placing her hand on his crotch and palming him through his sweatpants. "Actually I want you to feel good. Your pleasure is my pleasure after all." he said, all the while slowly moving so he was whispering directly into her ear. She kissed him, grabbing his face with both her hands and pressing their lips together in a feverish embrace. Bucky got between her legs- without breaking the kiss- his thigh right up against her pussy. She began grinding down on his thigh, moaning hard into the kiss. “Please make me cum. I wanna cum.” she whimpered against him, looking up into his eyes as she rubbed herself against him. “Take of your clothes babe, take em all off.” he moaned, kissing her one last time and stepping away from her. James watched as she regathered herself, breathing hard, legs spread.

She shimmied out of her pants, her underwear going too. She took off her top, her boobs bouncing a little as she did so. “Sit down princess. I want you to touch yourself for me.” he instructed, loving how she smiled at the nickname. She sat down on the couch, spreading her legs, her whole pussy on display. She sucked on her two middle fingers before slowly sliding them in, one by one, increasing the speed of her thrusts every few seconds. Bucky sat back on the couch opposite, his legs spread, slowly growing more aroused by the second by her moans, her heavy breathing, the sloppy and wet sounds of her fingers in her pussy, all of it. "You sound so pretty love. Keep fucking yourself like that. Just like that." He encouraged, placing his metal hand on his cock through his sweats.

She closed her legs a little, the pleasure being an overwhelming sensation. "Uh uh baby, spread those legs. I want to see you.” he moaned, wanting to see all of her. “Fuck you look so good. So pretty. Go on, love. Touch yourself for me." He coaxed, watching as she licked her middle and ring finger and began playing with her clit. She tried to muffle her moans in embarrassment, only for Bucky to say: "No no baby, I want to hear you. You wanna be a good girl for me right? Be as loud as you want love." He encouraged her gently.

She slipped her fingers back in and began curling them upward, stroking herself, rolling her eyes back in ecstasy. "I want you to fuck yourself on your fingers love, i want you to make yourself cum all over those pretty fingers of yours, make a mess love." He said, walking over to her and pressing a few kisses to her neck and forehead. He brought his Vibranium hand up to her neck, choking her lightly. Y/n moaned and threw her head back. She kissed him, whining into the kiss. "Fuck baby. You're so hot. Keep doing that." He said, sliding his hand down her body and grabbing her boob. He played with her nipple, massaging the soft flesh.

"Bucky, I'm gonna cum." She whined as her orgasm neared. James smiled as he heard a knock at the door. “Sorry princess. I promised Sam I'd hang out.” he smiled, kissing her lips before getting up. “Please don’t go. I wanna be a good girl for you. Please James.” She pleaded against his lips, sliding her hands under his shirt and tracing her fingers along his abs. He looked down at her, cursing his inability to say no to her, especially when she looked so desperate and needy. “Fuck, doll. Gimme one sec.” he huffed, walking to the door.

“Hey man. You ready to go or what?” Sam asked, his shades on despite the horrible weather.

“Sorry man. Y/n’s not feeling too good. I gotta stay and take care of her.” he lied. He did it so well that Sam didn’t even question it, he just wished them well and was on his way.

James made his way from the door over to y/n. He pulled her toward him, his soft lips against hers again, his hand around her neck, her hands in his hair. “Bedroom. Now.” he mumbled into the kiss, watching as she walked away seductively. “She’s gonna be the death of me.” he smiled to himself, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the living room before heading off to their bedroom.

When he walked into the bedroom, he was delighted to see y/n sitting patiently on the edge of the bed, fidgeting as she tried to ignore how obviously horny she was. James climbed onto the bed and sat up against the headboard, signalling for her to sit between his legs. She did, resting her back on his chest, closing her eyes as he kissed up her shoulder and her neck. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” he praised as she just sat there and enjoyed his embrace. His hand slithered down her body and down her right thigh, moving closer and closer to where she wanted him.

He teased her cunt with the two middle fingers on his right hand, smiling as she pleaded for him to do something, anything. “Please~.” She cried as he rubbed her clit. She looked up at him, immeadiatley closing her eyes as she felt his fingers inside of her. Her mouth fell open slightly, a small moan lef her lips as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her.

“Fuck baby. You're so wet." he smiled down at her, curling his fingers and watching as her eyes rolled back, and her moans got louder. She began rubbing her clit as his fingers thrusted in and out of her pussy. He continued to work his fingers into her as she moaned and pushed back on him.

“James please. I wanna feel you. Let me feel you.” she begged as he took his fingers out of her.

He brought his soaked fingers up to his lips, sucking them clean and watching her writhe with anticipation. “Sit on my lap princess. I want you to ride me.” he said, kissing the shell of her ear as he said so. She straddled his waist as she had done before she left for work. He lined his cock up with her cunt and held onto her hand. he looked up at her with desperate pleading eyes. "Please." He whispered, almost inaudibly. He nodded, kissing her hand as she sank down onto him with a quiet moan, feeling him push the whole way in; her moans like music to him. She clenched around him, trying to adjust. He hugged her waist and buried his face in her chest kissing her boobs softly. "I wanna fuck you so bad. I wanna hear you beg and scream for me y/n. please. let me fuck you." he begged looking up at her. She smiled down at him, nodding and kissing him.

"Fuck. that feels so good." he moaned as she began to move her hips. he was so deep in side her and was hitting all the right places. it was almost impossible to keep her moans in. He thrusted his hips upward into her meeting her halfway as she bounced upand down on his lap. She closed her eyes for a moment, throwing her head back as she felt Bucky's hands on her boobs, her left nipple sat comfortably between his lips. He began sucking on her nipple as he fucked her, making her moan at the feeling of his lips on her breast. She rolled her hips on his cock, making him release her nipple from his mouth and lean his head back in ecstasy. He thrusted up into her pussy, his hands lifting her ass up and down onto his cock. He was moaning loudly, incoherent curses tumbling clumsily from his lips. He held her hips in place and began thrusting fast and hard into her, her thighs shaking from the pleasure.

“Tell me how good it feels baby.” he groaned, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at him. His eyes seemed to sparkle with lust, and pleasure making her clench around him and moan in response. "C'mon doll. Use your words for me." he said in a soft, sultry tone, wrapping a hand round her neck and squeezed lightly. "Fuck. it's good. It feels so so good.” she whined, putting her forehead on his as she said so. "Good girl." he groaned as she continued grinding relentlessly onto his cock. He stopped her movements and gently pushed her backward so she lay flat on her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he began thrusting hard into her. She held onto his back muscles with her hands, her nails digging into him- leaving scratches on the skin. James buried his head into the crook of her neck, sucking a couple hickeys onto the soft, tender skin. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum." she stuttered, whimpering as he left marks on her skin. "Beg for it. I wanna hear you beg y/n." he smiled sadistically at her, watching the internal battle that happened in her head. He knew how much pride she had, but he also knew how badly she wanted this. "Please Bucky. I wanna cum so bad. Let me cum. please. She whined, looking up at him desperately. He kissed her, thrusting hard and fast into her cunt. "Cum for me y/n. Be a good girl and cum on my cock princess." he whispered in her ear, nibbling the top just a bit.

She came with a loud scream, her legs shaking and her back arching. He kept thrusting hard into her, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. His dog tags dangled over her as he kept up his relentless thrusts. "I'm so close baby. you're gonna make me cum doll." he groaned, grabbing her boobs and massaging them gently. Y/n was still sensitive from her orgasm, but the feeling of his hands on her boobs made her flip them over so she was riding him again. She began bouncing on his cock, looking down at his pretty fucked out state. His hands settled on her waist as he guided her on his cock, as he drove deeper and deeper into her. "Cum in me please James. I wanna feel your cum inside me." she whined, feeling his cock pulse inside her. He thrusted a few more times before stilling as his cum filled her up. She collapsed onto him, allowing him to stroke her hair and whisper to her. “Fuck. that was so good. You did so good baby. My good girl.” he mumbled, his lips on top of her head, kissing her between every word. She moaned quietly, his cock still buried inside her. “Come on we’re gonna have a shower.” he smiled, pulling out of her with a quiet groan. “Come on princess.”he nudged her, but she just huffed and said “I don’t wanna, can we just lay here and cuddle please?”, an innocent look in her eyes. “You really are gonna be the death of me Doll.” he smiled, kissing her head.

can’t even fault the cattons for being so horrifically stupid and easily manipulated because i too would allow this little freak into my life and take everything if he looked at me with those precious baby blues.

Just Oliver having to look up at people

…i laughed too hard

the name’s hwa.

yee-hwa.

tummy hurts so bad rn

may you have a very tummy less hurty 2024

#needthat.

Needy

One shot

sub Art Donaldson x dom reader - smut

This was so fun to write! I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think it genuinely means so much just getting one comment - also if you want to be tagged in all future Art x reader fics let me know <33

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“You can’t be serious.”

It was Art…again. Ever since you’d slept together he’d been knocking on your door more and more. The confusing thing was that his visits didn’t concern sex, he’d want help with things - little things like finding his phone or keys. When that got ridiculous to redo he started faking illnesses, some more convincing than others, asking you for medicines or bandages. Now here he was again, puppy dog eyes gazing at you - desperate for some glimmer of hope or affection. How you pitied him.

“Patrick beat me again.” His eyes turned to the floor.

“Is that supposed to impress me?”

No part of you was surprised, Art had been getting beaten by everyone recently. You’d stopped coming to his games to save yourself the embarrassment. The boy needed pushing, or motivating somehow. You looked at his little head, bowed in shame like a dog. “Come in then.” He practically jumped at that.

Once Art had gotten comfy, sitting cross legged in his shorts on your bed awaiting orders, you sighed. “You can’t keep letting Pat beat you, coming here and looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

You took in his slightly flushed cheeks, his doe eyes under the pile of blonde curls and the slight craning of his neck to show he was listening.

“Like that.”

Art smiled a smile you almost returned but couldn’t quite bring yourself to. He was demanding to be lead on - begging for it. Well, you wouldn’t.

“If I’d known you were gonna be this needy I’d never have fucked you.”

His smile didn’t falter at that. He was annoyingly positive sometimes, full of complaints when he wanted attention but never cross when he was being told off. Art just wasn’t one for giving up. You shrugged off your jacket and sat next to him on the bed, ignoring the way his eyes admired every inch of you.

“I’m glad you did.” Art grinned, feeling proud as he remembered you stripping in front of him and swallowing his cum as he whimpered. He saw it as his greatest achievement, far more impressive than any dusty tennis trophy. All he wanted, more than Wimbledon - more than fame more than anyone was you. You consumed him, you had since first year. Since he first plucked up the courage to ask you to a Stanford party and your friendship with Patrick had given him a doorway. One he refused to step out of.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, staring at your face in awe - his hand edging towards your own on the bed. You felt something at how earnest he was, something akin to warmth but something you couldn’t deal with just yet. “Careful.” You warned. “Just think before you speak.”

Art shook his head, moving closer to you. “Mmm, can’t. Not around you.” God, he was cute when he was desperate. His little wriggly movements, his wide eyes and puffy lips. He’s probably hard already, you thought trying not to smile. Poor baby, it had been a week since you’d touched him and for Art a week of pure longing. He’d touched himself to the thought of your kisses so much he’d forgotten how to finish without you in his head. Without the flashing images of your lips round his cock or your grin at his moans he felt nothing.

Sensing a ‘no’ coming, Art did what he did best. He begged. “Please,” he moved your hair off your ear to kiss under it. “I miss you.” You asked him how that was even possible when he’d been practically living in your room but time meant nothing to this star player. A second without you was a second too long. “Need you now mommy…please.” Your stomach flipped at the honorific, how it dripped off his tongue so deliciously. It suited him. You wanted him to say it again.

Before you could say anything Art was planting eager kisses up and down your neck. You let him, told yourself you were giving him a much needed win but really you were loving it. With Art so preoccupied with your neck you could safely squeeze your thighs together. You both knew how desperate he was to fuck you again, everyone knew. Patrick knew. His trainer. Your trainer. Everyone in a 10 mile radius. What you didn’t both know was how likely it was to happen again if he’d only beg a little more.

To Art’s dismay you gently pushed him off you, looking into his pleading blue eyes trying not to break. “You realise I’m not your girlfriend right?” It was harsh but a fair question. The boy seemed unsure. When he didn’t answer you narrowed your eyes. “Because I’m not fucking you if you answer wrong.” Suddenly the tent in Art’s pants hardened and his pupils grew a few millimetres. He got all wriggly, like an animal caught in a trap. A horny, desperate one.

“You’re not my girlfriend.” Art sighed but it was clear he was still hoping for your approval. He knew it should disgust him, how much he craved and desired it, but it didn’t. Your hand on his thigh only spurred him on, reminding him that he’d follow you anywhere and that he’d be or do anything for you. Anything you asked.

“Art,” you could tell he’d retreated into his head. Nothing a hand down his shorts wouldn’t fix. “I need you to relax okay?” Art melted into your touch and at the gentleness of your voice, the care in it. You found his cock immediately, hard and desperate, and felt the weight of it in your hand for a moment. If you’d been feeling mean you’d have teased him but something told you if you didn’t touch him now he’d cry.

As your hand worked its magic Art closed his eyes, leaning his head ever so slightly back. He needed this and fuck did he look angelic taking it. His little breaths and fluttering lashes spurred you on. It didn’t take long for him to start bucking up into your touch desperate for you to go faster. You refused, ceasing your movements to pull him with both hands into a kiss. He practically gasped when your tongue entered his mouth but that was followed by a moan at the intrusion. He tasted like spearmint.

“You’re so,” you gasped in between kissing him. “Fucking cute.” Art felt charged up at your compliment. You usually avoided giving them out finding it easier to show your affection rather than state it. He treasured those moments where you let slip how much you really liked him.

“Mmmm!” He was close you could tell.

“You gonna cum for me?”

Art started nodding aggressively, eyes closed and hips bucking.

“You can’t wait till you’re inside?” You cooed in that patronising tone he found so sexy and hurtful. Art tried to think straight, though his body was betraying him as it chased the orgasm you were yet to give. You asked him again, playing nice, and it sunk in the second time. Art stopped bucking. He stopped moving at all. All he could do was watch in a mixture of sorrow and excitement as you let his cock go.

“Take your shirt off.”

Art knew an order meant sex was on the table - not even on the table it was guaranteed to happen. He didn’t let on how gleeful he felt at that fact, instead he obediently threw his t-shirt off. It landed in the pile of clothes on your floor but his eyes didn’t linger for long, they couldn’t not when you were taking your own shirt off. Art gulped at the sight of your bare chest, your tits that begged to be kissed and sucked and the line of your neck and shoulders. God he was obsessed with you, truly he felt almost in love.

Art’s mind raced with possibilities. Were you going to let him eat you out? Sit on his face? Were you simply going to straddle him without any foreplay and sink your warm, wet pussy down onto him? His cock twitched at the image. You hiked up your skirt and let him hurriedly pull down your soaked panties with wide eyed. He couldn’t believe that was for him - because of him. The most beautiful woman in the world is turned on…because of me.

“You’re so b-“

You promptly shut him up by sinking down onto him, his eyes grew even wider with shock. No warning, no words just pure lust. Art was inside you again, finally, and it felt so good he thought he could cum already. “Shit…” he moaned and you hadn’t even started to move. His size was an adjustment, especially seeing as you hadn’t let him pleasure you beforehand, but you felt deliciously full. Full and smug.

“I might just stay here,” you teased, rocking your hips painfully slowly. “Forever.” It was torture for Art, your painstakingly light movements and your gleeful smirk. You both knew what teasing him did to you - how powerful it made you feel. “Mommy…”

“I’m right here.” You cooed, gazing down at his eager face and lust filled eyes. He hadn’t bothered to take his shorts off, you’d just shoved them to the side, and somehow that turned you both on more. All that mattered to Art was you. Your bare skin so close to his own and your heavy breaths, those he could hear even over his own moans. Although you wanted nothing more than to torture Art and bring him to the very precipice of pleasure just to snatch it away you had to think about your needs. Your cunt was leaking already, your skin was hot and there was a fire inside you that needed him. So when he moaned:

“Fuckkkk…”

It seemed only right for you to say:

“Yes that’s it, fuck mommy.”

Art groaned, indulging his lust and carnal needs he’d usually feel embarrassed of. Before you Art had always hidden his desires from partners and even himself. He’d been raised conservatively, this you knew, so you found it gratifying to pull his real self out. It made you wet to see his cheeks redden when you said such things and you couldn’t help the smile that filled your face when you felt him harden even more inside you. He started to quicken his pace.

As Art closed his eyes to focus on how good you felt you stared at him, watching him. Studying him. The way he clamped his arms around your waist to easily thrust up into you, how his eyes were scrunched shut so he didn’t cum early and that one bouncy curl hiding his left eyebrow. He was beautiful, you had to admit. In your horny state it was easy to get lost studying Art and forget everything else. He felt the same about you.

Art didn’t wait too long before opening his eyes, not wanting to miss too much. Your tits were so close to his face as your chest heaved up and down up and down. It was driving him insane - you were driving the poor boy insane. How could he still need you when he was inside you?

The bed creaked under Art’s rabbiting movements, groaning under the strain of his excitement. He was groaning too, whimpering whenever you kissed or bit his neck and struggling not to cum. It was all too much, your warmth, your tits, your thighs wrapped round his own and your lips open to let out angelic moans. He wanted to give you everything, everything he had. All Art desired was to make you happy.

“Mommy!” there was a tinge of panic in his voice as he stared at you, awaiting permission but still fucking you hard and fast like you wanted. Feeling sorry for him you awed in his face, circling your hips to meet his movements and brushing the sweaty curls off his forehead. He wanted to cum. “Already?”

Art nodded frantically, feeling his release draw closer and closer. You were on the pill, he knew that, but he still needed permission. With every thrust he sheathed himself to the hilt and yet you still both needed more. “You gonna cum for me?” Art’s mouth started opening as he edged himself, not wanting this moment to end but needed release more than anything.

“Cum inside mommy, I want to feel it.”

That did it.

Before you could finish your sentence, Art was holding your waist impossibly close to him and releasing inside you. “Oh fuck…fuck mommy I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” His little whimpers and blushing skin sent you over, within seconds you were cumming too. The two of you were panting like animals, bucking into each other with all the energy you could muster. Art’s cum started to drip out of you, down his sensitive cock and onto the bedsheets but your focus was him. He was breathing heavier than last time, heavier than you’d seen him after matches.

“Are you okay?” You asked after a moment, with genuine concern. Not wanting to startle him you chose not to move, instead you held him in your arms and kissed his cheek. The softness of it made Art feel safe but more sorrowful that you wouldn’t date him. “I’m okay.” He looked out of it so you squeezed his hand. “You can sleep here.” The boy practically jumped for joy. He thought he’d won.

“No, no.” You laughed at his presumptuousness. “This doesn’t mean what you’re thinking.” But Art slept wonderfully well that night believing there was hope yet.

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