my name is dani. im 25. they/them. i love iced coffee and hot anime men. 18+ ONLY
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just a warning for any mcu writers who may have these two delightful people following them— you should promptly block them as they are not only plagiarisers, but bare faced liars when called out claiming they “didn’t steal anything” (from @metalbuckaroo and @bubblebuckys respectively) and the first troglodyte has been responding to asks with extreme homophobic slurs so on top of being a thief they’re a disgusting piece of shit too
@/bucketbarnes1917 and @/blueeyedsupersoldiers
17 questions
tagged by @blckwidowbucky
nicknames: d, dani
zodiac: scorpio
height: 5’8”
last thing i googled: characters in hercules
followers: 20 (wow? i love you all thank you sm!)
song stuck in my head: less than zero, the weeknd (also blinding lights but specifically the super bowl halftime version where it goes from house of balloons into blinding lights)
how much sleep: 5 hours, 6 if i’m lucky
lucky number: no idea
dream job: wanted to be a lawyer. but instead just trying to survive rn.
wearing: sweatpants, post malone t-shirt
favorite song: rn it’s either POSTALMONDCLARITY by bilmuri or less than zero by the weeknd
favorite instrument: piano
aesthetic: irl i prefer darker tones. i live for a good dark red, or black. can never go wrong with a nice dark red wine color either. not sure what others would describe that as
favorite author: of the only series i completed, suzanne collins
favorite animal noise: a cat purring 🥺
something random: i have no brain cells so this was hard to do but i did it anyways yay me
i don’t know who all to tag, if you wanna do it absolutely feel free and just say i tagged you ❤️
The iOS Toggle is Here!
Per the Jan 11th announcement, you can now see posts tagged with banned** tags and view flagged blogs on the iOS app.
To do this, open tumblr in a browser (this setting is not accessible on the iOS app itself) and go to your account settings. Then, click the “Hide Sensitive Content” toggle in the “Filtering” section. This setting is automatically turned on for everyone by default. Here’s what the toggle looks like when it has been turned OFF (it will be highlighted blue when on):
But wait, you’re not done! For this setting to take effect, you must also make sure you’ve updated the tumblr app to version 22.5.2 (or higher). To update the app, go to the app store, click your profile icon in the top right corner, and scroll down until you reach the updates section. If tumblr displays an “Update” button, click it. You can check the version number by clicking “more” in the update description.
If you’ve already updated to version 22.5.2, make sure to restart the app after toggling the sensitive content setting.
That’s it, you’re done!
**This has no effect on anyone using tumblr via any other browser or app. All toggling this setting does is remove the recent iOS-only hardbanned tags and give iOS app users the same tumblr experience as everyone else. The soft ban on certain “NSFW” tags that’s been in effect since the Great Purge of 2018 is still in effect, at least as of right now. To understand the difference between softbanned and hardbanned tags check out my post about it HERE.
Also, a quick note to content creators: Even with this toggle, I would avoid using any of the banned tags whenever possible because posts with those tags will still be completely hidden (in searches and on dashboards) on the iOS app for anyone who doesn’t know about this workaround. Fortunately, it seems tumblr is currently reviewing the list and walking back some of the tags that were originally banned, seemingly for no reason as they had nothing to do with sensitive content. Most have not been reversed yet. Keep an eye on the banned tags list and continue to check tags yourself since @bannedtags doesn’t have all of them.
This solution is better than nothing, but we’re not out of the woods yet.
i thought so too! i found the pics on pinterest so i’m sorry there’s no thumb ):
Anyways
I have a nail appointment on Friday and I don't know what to do
maybe right for valentine’s day?
Anyways
I have a nail appointment on Friday and I don't know what to do
Hi nice to meet ya
I’m Nicole
hi it’s nice to meet you too! i’m dani :)
Do you need me to cyberbully your tumblr hater?
I’ll do it for free. Let yourself in my dms—let’s chat.
and yet anyone who supports him is unoriginal and bigoted like you! if the boot fuckin fits, huh?
Are you a trump supporter? I really want to get to know you!
anyone who supports him is a retard
i’ll hold your hands to get you through the sad experience that will turn out to be😌
Eat me out with your homophobic mouth 🥰
ive never seen someone so disturbed
THIS IS WONDERFUL YOURE AMAZING AND SO APPRECIATED THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR WORK!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Prompt 3 you’re not going out in that outfit with dads best friend Bucky cause he gets jealous and maybe tiny bit possessive?!
For My Health
Summary: A dress a little too revealing leaves Bucky to brew in his thoughts.
Warnings: Smut, tiny itty bitty hint of angst, jealous bucky, hint of possessive bucky, cursing, I think thats it 18plus only
AU: dbf!bucky x reader
AN: Prompt from this list, requests are always open and appreciated so feel free to send some in!
Reblogs and feedback appreciated
MASTERLIST
Gif not mine
Bucky didn't know what to expect you to be wearing for your night with your best friend. But, as he sat in the living room of your dad's house, talking over sport nonsense, your choice of outfit made his blood run cold.
The neckline of the black lace dress showed ample amount of cleavage, thin fabric of the skirt flowing against your thighs as you moved across the room; looking for something.
"What are you lookin' for, hun?" Your dad asked as you felt underneath the couch, Bucky watching how the hem of the dress lifted on the backs of your thighs; giving him a nice peak of the cheeky underwear underneath.
"My other sandal. I don't know how they get thrown around." You huffed, pushing yourself back onto your feet.
Bucky did. The quickies before your dad got home were to thank for it. Which is why he reached behind the back of the couch, a black sandal wedged between the wall and couch.
"Here ya go, sugar." He said, swallowing thickly, ready to pull you onto his lap and fill you up. "Thanks, Buck."
You were unaware to the hard look he was giving, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned down into a frown. "What are you guys doing tonight?" Your dad shrugged at your question, leaning further into the couch as he brought his beer to his lips. "Probably watch TV and bullshit like always."
Finally looking at Bucky, your face dropped a little. Steel blue eyes burning into you as he looked you over, shaking his head lightly.
"Want another?" Your dad said, directed at Bucky who just nodded his head, not looking away from you.
You sat on the couch next to him and started to put your shoes on, cold metal against the skin of your thigh creating goosebumps. "You're not going out in that outfit." Bucky muttered, eyes dark when you met his gaze. "And why not?" You smirked, cocking your head to the side.
"Because, all of the boys will be hitting on you and trying to touch you. It's hard enough fending them off when you're wearing jeans." His hand slid dangerously high up the inside of your thigh, making your breath hitch. "Let alone this."
"Oh, please, Bucky. What are you, my boyfriend? Besides, you know better." You said, breathing a laugh as you stood. "Come over when you're done." He hummed, his warm hand trailing up the back of your thigh and over the swell of your ass; his thoughts churning with what he could do once he had you alone.
Bucky's hand dropped back to the cushion when he heard your dad's footsteps. "Be safe tonight. Don't drink too much and if you're staying somewhere else, let me know. So I don't worry." Your dad said, completely oblivious to the way Bucky tugged at the front of his jeans to relieve some of the tightening.
"You two behave, no trash talking me while I'm gone." You pointed, grabbing your phone and wallet. "Trash talking? How could we when you're such a good girl?"
Bucky hid a smirk at the flush of color his words brought to your face, sending you a wink as you opened the front door. "Have a good night, sugar."
Of which, you did. At a club not far from your home and only having a few drinks. That way you weren't too fuzzy headed when you made your stop at Bucky's on the way home.
That was until, hearing someone call your name made you turn around. The gleam of a dark metal arm under the multi colored lights catching your eye.
"Hey, sweet girl." Bucky smirked, catching your lips in his for a moment before you pulled away; looking at him like he'd lost his mind. "You're going to be the one to get us caught."
He looked behind you at your friend, a sweet smile playing on his lips. "Melanie won't tell, she probably already knew. She's your bestfriend after all."
You urged him to turn around, placing your hands on his back to guide him out of the swarm of bodies. "Yes, she may know. But, there's a lot of people here, Buck. You're suppose to be at my dad's."
Bucky shrugged nonchalantly, resting his hands on your waist. "Faked a work call. You didn't really think I'd let you go where I can't touch you in a dress like that, did you?" He chuckled, lowly. "I told you I'd come over later." You huffed, reaching to hold his scruffy jaw.
A brief kiss to your lips and he started tugging you along with him by the waist. "I couldn't wait. C'mon, let's have a quickie in the bathroom."
The devious smile on his face made your legs feel weak already, letting him pull you into the bathroom.
He checked the stalls before locking the door, fingers already tugging his belt when he turned to you.
Bucky couldn't stand the thought of someone else's grubby hands touching on you when he wasn't there to ward off the lingering eyes of some boy thinking he'd have the chance to get you alone.
So, naturally, he had to show up to stake his claim.
The front of your skirt was bunched up as his lips mashed to yours in a hungry kiss. Teeth and tongues gnashing together as he dipped his hand in the front of your underwear to glide a finger through your folds.
"Has to be quick." You reminded, breathless from the kiss as you popped the button of his jeans open. "Gotta make sure your ready."
With that he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist and back being pressed the the cold, painted concrete wall; a shiver wracking through your body.
Moans echoed against the walls when he buried himself into your heat in a fluid thrust, the sudden stretch stealing the air from your lungs as his hips snapped into yours with such vigor that your lower back smacked against the wall repeatedly.
Salacious sounds rang back into your ears from the room around you, hands clutching onto the fabric on his shoulders for some kind of stability. Bucky latched his lips on the sweet spot of your neck, sucking and biting at the skin to form a deep purple bruise as his cock dragged against your walls at a pace that made you light headed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" your breath caught in your throat, not even trying to stop the sounds from passing your lips as pleasure casted over the slight pain of his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.
A groan vibrated against the side of your neck before he released the skin from his mouth with an exaggerated pop, pressing a much more gentle kiss to the mark left behind.
"Look so fucking good, couldn't get ya off my mind since you left." Bucky panted in your ear, angling his hips up to fuck into the rough spot that sent you over the edge.
A choked moan tore from your throat and body tensed from the wave of heat and pleasure that surged through you; Bucky not letting up on the ruthless thrusts as he chased his own high.
"So fucking wet and tight, can never get enough of ya. Fucking addicting. And all mine." He groaned, feeling the swirling in his abdomen start to build as your legs tightened around his waist; walls clenching around him again.
"Gonna give me another one already?" Bucky's gruff voice was nearly taunting as he looked at you, you're fucked out expression nearly pulling a low whine from him. A look only he had the pleasure of seeing.
You bit your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded, squeezing your eyes shut from the second wave of pleasure building. "Wanna hear you say it, greedy girl. C'mon, look at me."
You whimpered, peaking your eyes open to look at his lust darkened eyes. "Yes- Please, Bucky." You mewled, rocking your hips along with him, eager for the second high he managed to get you to so quickly.
Hearing his name shamelessly fall from your lips was all he needed, pushing as deep in your walls as he could go as he filled you with his release with a guttural moan. He moved a hand to press tight circles to your clit, a string of profanities coming out in a pant as you released around him again.
"So good to me, sweet girl." Bucky hummed, pressing a brief kiss to the corner of your mouth as he slipped out of you and fixed your underwear.
You let out a slow breath, legs feeling a little wobbly when he let you back on your feet. "Amazing as always, Buck." You breathed, running a hand through your hair.
He pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to look at him. "By the way, I am your fucking boyfriend, sweetheart." He asserted, tone stern but still sweet in a way.
A lazy, fucked out smirk pulled at your lips. "I don't remember that ever being a conversation we had." You teased, patting his chest. "Please," he scoffed, releasing your chin to jerk his pants back up. "I don't fuck you for my health."
Straightening your dress and smoothing out your hair, you flashed him a cheeky smile as you unlocked the door and went to find your friend.
"Jesus, what happened to you?" She giggled, poking the mark Bucky had left. "I told you. Insatiable." You shrugged, Bucky's hand gliding across your lower back and to your hip.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, leaning to talk in your ear. "Enjoy the rest of your night. I'll see you later, sweetheart."
clearly you haven’t looked in a fucking mirror ever
Eat me out with your homophobic mouth 🥰
ive never seen someone so disturbed
So excited for your next story!!
Who are you plagiarizing next??
your cow of a mom
bucky wouldn’t be with a rude cunt either thx
bucky would be so embarrassed because he doesn’t put up with fatphobes, homophobes, and plagiarists
Bucky wouldn’t be with a fat cunt thx
suckinf
A Horse walks into a bar . . .
. . . The Bartender sees such a vivid depth of despair and ennui in the Horse's eyes, like the Horse has stared into the abyss and found the infinite void of nothingness so deep that the Horse could no longer believe that he himself nor anyone nor anything else existed.
To say something exists requires knowledge of self, which requires knowledge of existence of the self, an obviously impossible leap of logic, absurd to even attempt to conceive or contemplate.
The Bartender, in that single instant within the Horse's mind, became the nothingness the Horse perceived, and thus was rendered speechless.
If neither the Horse, nor the Bartender, nor the bar itself can be said to exist, then why should he ask, how could he ask, "Why the long face?" The question can have no meaning, and that which has no meaning cannot be stated.
The Bartender, dumbstruck, not by realization of mortality but by fundamental doubt that he was ever alive, gazes into the endless depth of the Horse's eyes, and asks him, "Sir, I beg you say, do I exist?"
The Horse replies, "Neighhhh..."
cunt suckinf birch
good 😈😈😈
now say it back👊🏼
hm. boy oh boy, what is my opinion on bex. idk you’re cool i suppose and i’m grateful we’re friends or whatever.
jk i love you and you’re a BAD BITCH DONT YOU EVER FORGET IT! MEGAN THEE STALLION WOULDNT WANT YOU TO.
JKSAHGKJSHGJFSKG
this has me YELLING AT MY DESK
send your anonymous opinions of me
Reblog if you’ve made amazing friends online and are grateful for their existence
COVID TEST NEGATIVE!
so. i had to get tested for covid today bc my sister has it. i haven’t heard anything at all yet and it’s making me more and more anxious 🙂🙂🙂
very aggressive reminder that if you are under 18, do not follow me. do not interact with me. do not look at me.
thank you.
so. i had to get tested for covid today bc my sister has it. i haven’t heard anything at all yet and it’s making me more and more anxious 🙂🙂🙂
y’all need to start reblogging shit.
elmo getting pissed over zoe’s pet rock is killing me today. it’s so god damn funny
Matt Murdock Masterlist
My work is not to be reposted, in original form or translated, on any sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc…) without my permission. My AO3 is here, and I do not have an active Wattpad account.
If you’re feeling generous, you can buy me a coffee!
Strikethru means coming soon!
One Shots
These Prayers Aren’t Working Anymore
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist
My work is not to be reposted, in original form or translated, on any sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc…) without my permission. My AO3 is here, and I do not have an active Wattpad account.
If you’re feeling generous, you can buy me a coffee!
Strikethru means coming soon!
One Shots
She Used To Be Mine
this is the recovery bee popping in, gently booping your nose and landing on your shoulder to remind you that things will be okay, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. you’re loved, you’re worthy and you’re important.
i couldn’t pick one so you got three.
oh m y g o d. natasha lemme DROWN IN YOU AND ILL LET BUCKY DROWN IN ME JESUS CHRIST
when you move, i’m moved
Summary: There’s something you’ve been wanting for a while, and when Bucky finally figures out what that is he suggests that you do something about it.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Word Count: 6,123
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED), threesome (f/f/m), dom!bucky, dom!natasha, but they’re both pretty soft in this, oral sex (reader and nat receiving), fingering, it’s mostly filth in this part
A/N: this is the first thing i’ve finished in over a year i think. i’m not sure how good it is but i’m proud of myself for finishing it. feedback is always welcome :) i listened to the song “movement” by hozier while writing this and that was also the inspiration for the title of this. this is also the first part of what will probably be a mini-series about this relationship so there will be more! i hope you enjoy :)
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You’re on your second glass of wine when Natasha poses the question that’s been on everybody’s mind tonight.
“So, why did you invite me here tonight?” She has one eyebrow quirked up she’s looking back and forth between you and Bucky on the loveseat sofa. Your breath feels like it’s trapped in your throat, not fully able to reach your lungs.
You had been the one to invite her tonight, and you truly didn’t have any ulterior motives when doing so, she’d been over at yours and Bucky’s place countless times before, but the energy in the room tonight is different.
Bucky, who’s normally oblivious and trapped in his own head, has been more observant about the nature of your relationship with Natasha, prompting a conversation between a few days earlier which resulted in the amped-up energy this evening.
“Are you finally gonna tell Natasha how you feel?” He asks as he approaches you from behind while you’re doing the dishes. He places his hands on your waist gently. Your heartbeat speeds up a bit.
Keep reading
just a PSA 🥰
stop thinking with your COOCHIE about s*b playing tommy and take a second to realize what an abusive asshole the man truly was!!
that’s it thanks. fuck you if you support this shit by even hate watching the show.
i just…. this is so fucking good and i LOVE THIS
I read your hc for Andy and i love it! I read it like 5 or 6 times. I have crush on Andy (crush on a fictional character is Silly i know) and Andy in this hc is sooo close to my imaginations. Exept that he got divorce after ten years from his wife (not laurie) which they always had problems an at the end she cheated on him and Andy saw them in bed! So if u accept request i want to ask for a hc Andy and young reader that she give him a BJ. Andy was just with her wife for like ten years and she really wasn't into it so this BJ is after long time and sooo diffrent from what he had in the past :)
notes: first of all, i’m so glad you liked that hc - it’s very near and dear to me and probably one of my favorite things i’ve written for andy! so i appreciate this ask as well :) i won’t lie, though, i did take some liberties with this because i felt more inspired keeping it in the same universe of the original hc! hopefully that’s okay, and you still enjoy this because i had an great time writing it - consider it our second look into fresh start!andy as i’ve started calling him! post break credit to the lovely @evansyhelp!
pairing: andy barber x reader.
warnings: 18+ / minors dni, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking but the tender kind, all in all sweet andy getting back into the swing of dating. you don’t have to read this previous headcanon to get this one, but it does add context for everything reader and andy are worried about!
wc: 1.7k
The first night you spend at Andy’s house is an accident. You’ve only been dating a few weeks at that point; each one more wonderful than the last but moving, at his request, at a snail’s pace.
So, waking up in his bed, head pounding from wine the night before, feels like a foot on the gas that you can only hope hasn’t ruined things. From the looks of it, he didn’t join you – leave it to him to be so selfless — but you can’t decide if that makes this better or worse. And when you finally emerge from his room, face washed and tongue stinging from mouthwash, it’s with a heart braced for the cold shoulder. For Andy, aching from a night on the couch he wasn’t expecting and irked by the crossed boundaries.
Instead, you’re met by his usual warmth; a broad smile when he sees you peek into the kitchen and a hand squeezing your hip when you’re close enough to reach. “Mornin’, sweetheart. Sleep well?” He asks like it’s nothing - like you’re right where you’re supposed to be - and when he presses a cup of something warm into your hands ( made just the way you like it ), you nod, preening.
Crisis averted.
The second time you spend the night, it’s storming. It’s in the depths of Massachusetts winter, just one month after the first night; so a blizzard isn’t all that shocking. But, it had been unexpected, the skies opening up to dump a few feet of snow in just a couple hours.
Andy had hosted dinner again and you’d taken extra care to pace yourself, not wanting to repeat the mistake from the month before. But after just one glance out the window as you pull on your jacket to go home, Andy himself nips that plan in the bud.
“Absolutely not,” he huffs when you insist you could make it back with your ‘state of the art tires’. “This isn’t stopping any time soon and there’s already a few feet down - just stay here and if it’s still bad in the morning, I can help take you back.”
The invitation isn’t the problem — in fact, your chest warms at his worry, tender spreading through every part of you. But, you worry, still, about imposing after the last slip-up. Even with your wits about you, there’s so much that could go wrong; so much you could do to overstay your welcome the first time you’ve actually earned it.
Caught up in your thoughts, you don’t notice Andy getting closer until he’s upon you, hands moving to guide yours off your coat. His touch draws your eyes to his face where he, again, has that big smile, this one laced with softness as he works your jacket off you. “Not sure what you’re thinking about so hard over here,” he muses, folding the coat over his arm once he’s done. “But, you’re not arguing with me anymore, so I’m going to take that as a win and get some blankets out here to keep us warm.”
His lips come down on the swell of your cheek before he turns and as you watch him pad towards his bedroom, you feel your heart flutter in anticipation.
There’s something about this you could get used to.
The third time you spend the night, Andy can’t stop kissing you.
It isn’t the first time you’ve made out, now four months into your relationship and long past the nerves that made him clam up at anything beyond a peck. But, it is the most intense, the most indulgent it’s ever been.
It’d started with a night out; with dinner at his favorite restaurant and drinks at your favorite bars. Each new spot found you closer, touching more and more until the levee buckles and you’re in his lap, head spinning equal parts from the alcohol and him.
He gets you home without putting much distance between you, fingers skimming any skin he can reach as you wait for a ride and pulling you into him once you’re both in the backseat. But he doesn’t kiss you again until you’re alone; until you’re back in that small apartment that’s started to feel empty when you aren’t there and he can lick into your mouth until your knees knock.
That’s all he really wants that night — to kiss until you’re both sick of it. But, some things have a way of taking a life of their own and it would seem tonight that that’s you. Or rather, the desire between you; this pent up, heavy thing that’s grown steadily for some time, but is at a full rage tonight, inevitably landing you here —-
You, on your knees before him while his chest squeezes with a desperate need.
He can’t remember the last time he’d been touched like this; could count on one hand the number of times Laurie took him into her mouth after those early years together. But, he knows better than to write his excitement – and the throbbing in his jeans – off as simply lust for what’s about to happen.
It’s because it’s you. It’s you who wants it, breathing the ache against his mouth so prettily – “Can we — could I taste you, Andy?” — he couldn’t deny you. It’s you sitting there, mouth moist from his kisses as you fish his cock out. It’s you sucking in that hungry breath, eyes watching the precum at his tip leak down over his veiny underside. And it’s you, his sugar-sweet girl, leaning up to trace it with your tongue until you can wrap your mouth around him.
The heat of it sends a jolt through him, something guttural rising from his chest as his hand finds the back of your head. You feel incredible; tongue slipping around him as if gauging the girth before your cheeks hollow and sets his entire body ablaze. “Jesus Christ,” he grunts, embarrassed by the way he actually has to work to keep his hips from bucking up.
You don’t make it any easier, of course. As if you can read his struggle in the tension at his shoulders, you start to move, head bobbing at a pace that’s slow to start. So much so that he’d think you were baiting him if he didn’t know any better. But, there’s something in your eyes, something in the way you devour his expression as much as you devour him that makes it clear that you just want to learn him - see what he likes, what makes it good.
The thought of it makes his body tremble and his fingers tighten some in their grip on the back of your head. It’s only slight, but you notice enough to move faster, the increased pace bringing with it messy sounds that make Andy lose his resolve, if only briefly, and rock his hips to meet your mouth.
Horrified, he’s stuttering out an apology before you notice, even starting to sit up as if to guide you off, but your hand on his hip stops him cold. You pull off of his cock, but only enough to be heard; he can feel your lips against him as you talk, in butterfly kisses that make his legs jump. “‘S okay,” you breath, giving his hip a reassuring squeeze. “‘S okay.”
You smile then, the curve of it plush against his cock, before you’re taking him back into your mouth, this time to the hilt. Andy’s head falls back against the couch, lips parting in a silent groan that starts to rise as you take on the fastest pace so far.
This time, he’s convinced you are baiting him, goading him to let go with the way you watch from under your lashes. And when his hip twitches under your hold, pulling one word from you before you’re back on him – “Please,” – Andy’s an absolute goner.
Eager, but still nervous, he fucks up into your mouth slow at first; cursing at the depth and slick that comes when you’re coming down to meet him too. He’s only a couple, careful pumps in when your fingers dig into his hip and tug; needy, demanding.
You want more.
It bowls him over; how much you want, how much you’ll give. And even with some lingering concern about going too far, he’s finally started to lose his head. Inhibitions lowered, he’s fucking up faster, more intently, as he pants your name into the still of his apartment. And you’re there to meet every stroke, mouth so wide you’re practically drooling just to make it easier for him to press into your throat.
Before long, he’s close, embarrassingly so, and thinks he should at least warn you before he goes over the edge. But, the words don’t come, not in any way that matters, and he’s stuck with stuttered gasps to try and make do. “Baby, s-shit – I’m–”
You catch on, quickly at that; but to Andy’s surprise, you don’t stop. No, you go faster, take him deeper until he’s lost to his climax, hips lifting all the way off the couch as he cums down your throat with an intensity that takes his breath away. And it’s only when you’re absolutely sure that you’ve gotten every drop that you pull off, a pleased sound rolling in your chest.
You barely have a chance to swallow or even wipe your mouth before Andy’s on you, hoisting you into his naked lap to bear down on you with kisses. His tongue fills your mouth like it’s seeking himself out in the edges and every time he tastes it, he grunts; kisses harder.
You’ve unleashed something, you think.
But, you don’t have much time to dwell on it when he’s breaking the kiss, nose knocking yours gently before he gives you a sated smile. It’s different from those big, beaming ones you’re used to – dopey and not as wide, but lovely all the same. It stirs you so much, you plant another kiss for good measure before pulling him forward to catch his breath in the crook of your neck.
Content, Andy settles right where you want him, mouth to your still-stuttering pulse. He decides right then that there’s something about this he never wants to lose.
𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐩!
@primadonnajournals is going to be a personal sideblog where non-fandom stuff will be! more personal stuff will also be on there 💌