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Meet Del.
sweet creature. freak. vampire freak. cowboy. bot maker. cry baby. music lover. wannabe film bro. standing ominously in a parking lot. excellent fun till you get to know her. TPWK. Castiel. hi.
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Pairing: Cecaelia! Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ only. Slight Angst. Fluff. Slow Burn. Eventual teratophilia.
Summary: Between fear and fascination, a solitary creature struggles to protect his hidden world -and himself- after an unexpected encounter with a curious human woman makes him question everything he thought he knew about trust, danger, and boundaries.
Word Count: 6.8k
A few days later, she ventured back to the rocky beach. No yarn this time. No hooks or half-finished projects to keep her hands busy. Just a hope and a little cloth bag swinging from her fingers.
She wasn’t sure if he’d be there. Maybe it was foolish to assume he would. Still, she went at the same hour she used to, settling on her usual perch with her coat pulled tight against the biting wind, scanning the dark water. Listening. Waiting.
But the cove remained silent.
Eventually, she stood and approached the cave’s entrance, calling his name. Her voice echoed in the air and came back empty.
WARNINGS: NSFW (18+) / fem!reader / finger sucking / boot humping / praise (f receiving) / light pet play: refers to reader as an eager pup / reader falling into a subspace LOVE NOTE: this is how i think ben might reward his sneaky link...
As a reward, SOLDIER BOY lets you suck on his fingers. Knelt before him, your mouth wide open with his fingers on full display, he gives you a curt nod while his lips twist in a satisfied smirk. Your brain felt as if it was floating away just from the idea of having his fingers in your mouth. With a glassy look in your eyes, you wrap your tongue around the tip of his thumb and suck it in. Hollowing your cheeks out around him, you greedily push your tongue against the pad of his thumb. “Like an eager puppy,” he’d tell you, his voice low and eyes fervidly fixated on the way your eyes flutter shut and your tongue works his fingers over.
All you could do was hum against him in pleasure, your mouth much too busy occupying his fingers. Licking up and down his thumb, greedily submerging his forefinger in your mouth in addition, you felt like you were in a completely serene state. Blissed out, soft suckling noises sound from you— wet, bubbly, and filled with a type of pleasure Ben has never seen you submit to. Almost like this is your natural state, being on your knees in front of him, the comfort of his calloused fingers in your mouth.
Being more in tune with your body than he is with his own at times, Ben sticks his foot out, placing his boot directly in front of you. With your mind floating and your mouth salivating around him, you knew exactly what he was getting at. Hitching yourself over his boot, the cotton of your underwear the only article separating you from the dirty leather, you began to hump it like the pillow in your bedroom you had been acquainted with on multiple occasions. Shyly, your eyes flutter up at him, peering through your wet lashes. You hadn’t realized your eyes were tearing up from the pleasure until you noticed the wetness accumulating around your waterline. With his face contorted in a way that indicated you were doing everything right, you couldn’t stifle the vibration of the moans around his fingers.
“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” Ben grabbed your jaw, pressing his fingers against your tongue to stifle the sucking motion. Reluctantly, you paused the way your tongue moved around his fingers, letting him remove them without so much as a whine. Motioning for you to wrap your arms around his leg, he guided your face to his crotch, letting you nuzzle your nose over the fabric detaining his cock. “Go on then,” he lifted the front of his boot just enough to slide you forward, “take what you need from me.”
Sometimes i feel like younger queer kids are getting a bit to bold with openly talking to people they don’t know In The Context Of:
More than once i have had a younger/same age queer person come up to me in public settings and say something about “finding other gays” or clearly clocking me as nonbinary and I’m like :)))))))) hey buddy I’m here with my conservative parents can you fucking not out me :))))))))
Just say you like my outfit or hair and move on, fuck even tell me you like my shoelaces. Don’t call me gay and limp your wrist at me when you don’t even know me? Especially when there’s a bunch of ppl around?
i was out with my ex once when three *very* young queer kids, like thirteen years old, came up to us and asked us “are you guys, you know…” and did the limp wrist thing at us. one of them loudly exclaimed that it was so cool to meet other queer people in real life. this was in public in an unbelievably conservative area - we didn’t even feel safe holding hands because we were surrounded by Mormons. we got lucky that day, but I’m begging y’all to remember that the world doesn’t work like the internet. other queers are real fuckin people. don’t do this shit. OP is right; tell me you like my jacket, or my patches, or the rainbow spokes on my wheelchair, but don’t out either of us!
This used to be standard operating procedure not even ten years ago: NEVER OUT OTHER QUEERS, even if they’re supposedly already out. Never assume that it’s okay to let third parties know that so-and-so is queer. Ever. You never know when you’ve found the one uncle with the heart condition that they can’t bear to risk telling, or the one neighbor who’s just threatening enough that they don’t mention it around, or even the grandma that they haven’t gotten around to mentioning it to yet. You might have just ruined a very important milestone for someone, or you could have put them at actual risk of harm.
Also… stop freaking assuming. If you don’t see a pride flag on them, please don’t just assume. You can’t tell ANYTHING about a person’s gender or partner preferences by what they’re wearing on any given day, what their hair looks like, or whether or not they’re using makeup. You legit cannot, and you look like a jerk when you try.
this is even more important now that Trump is in power.
some people will be choosing to live in the closet and it is not your job to pressure them one way or the other.
protect your lgbtq siblings - honor their choices - and never talk to cops, collaborators, and snitches.
Younger queer people have grown up in a better world, but we’re in a time of backsliding right now. Do NOT out other queer people. Also, I’m not gonna tell you how to present yourselves in public………..but please, I am begging you to re-evaluate HOW safe you are in the current climate.
Pairing: Cecaelia! Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ only. Slight Angst. Fluff. Slow Burn. Eventual teratophilia.
Summary: Between fear and fascination, a solitary creature struggles to protect his hidden world -and himself- after an unexpected encounter with a curious human woman makes him question everything he thought he knew about trust, danger, and boundaries.
Word Count: 7.k.
It hurt.
The bite throbbed deep in her arm as a dull ache radiated up to her shoulder, and she was so cold. Once she started shivering, her body didn’t stop. Her wet clothes clung to her skin, heavy and chilled, sapping the little warmth she had left.
“I need...” Her teeth chattered as she spoke, breath puffing in short bursts. “I need to dry myself and change, alright? If not, I’m going to get sick.”
She wasn’t sure if he would understand, or if his mind was still fogged with the taste of her blood, but after a long pause, he gave a slow, reluctant nod and uncurled his fingers from her arm.
“Good,” she whispered, as much to herself as to him, before she pushed herself up and stumbled a little. Her fingers fumbled at her soaked shirt, peeling it off her skin with effort, since the fabric suctioned to her body.
“…this desire to be seen. To be... liked?”
"Me- I thought I hurt you bad," he added, almost apologetic, as if unsure if the words were even right.
“Eventual teratophilia.”
Loving the idea that after cas gets back from the empty dean just becomes a stage 5 clinger
໑ৎ — thinking about SOLDIER BOY and his little spit–obsessed bunny girlfriend…
warnings: no plot smut, dry humping, daddy kink, use of ‘dad’ once, spit kink, teasing/mocking, lowkey pathetic reader (daddy!soldier boy x bunny!reader) 18+
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ben’s gone his whole life thinking he’s a sexual deviant, enjoying marking up his partners and taming them all into submission, loving the way he can get just about any woman to call him daddy.
but when he started seeing you, he found himself in new territory—unfamiliar territory.
ben didn’t realise how much he’d been missing out on until he met you. you’re filthy and just so unashamedly needy, unlike any woman he’s ever been with, and he just can’t get enough of it. the way you’re always begging for his fingers in your mouth with wide doe eyes or begging him to fill your mouth with his smokey, whiskey flavoured spit drives him wild. you’re insatiable, and it's like you’re his own personal slice of heaven, letting him use you in any way he pleases.
he loves the way you so shamelessly sit perched upon his lap, bouncing around in front of him, so needy and wanton, with your pretty pleading eyes, round and glimmering with anticipation, like a little puppy in need of attention.
after a night out ࿓ best friend’s dad!jensen
intro to bsf!dad!jensen .ᐟ
summary: jensen catches you tipsy in his kitchen after a night out with your friends.
warnings: none tbh, yearning, teasing, soft touches, reader is tipsy, mention of kissing others (bsf!dad!jensen x reader)
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it had been a long night of drinking, dancing, kissing pretty boys against the sticky walls of the nightclub, and feeling absolutely nothing as their wandering hands groped and squeezed at your body.
a typical night out… to say the least.
your regular spot—the beanbag on the floor of your best friend’s room, accompanied by the various pillows and blankets—felt off. you were tossing and turning, overheating and dehydrated from all the alcohol, and overstimulated from your pyjamas twisting around your body and your unruly hair getting in your face.
“you get to bed, baby. i’ll cook you girls a big breakfast tomorrow. the ackles’ hangover special,” he mumbled against your hair, his hand still holding your face.
FOR BEAU MAYBE WRITE ABOUT LIE A STRIPPER GF WHO GIVES HIS TOUCHSTARVED ASS THE TIME OF HIS LIFE
ask and you shall receive !
summary — beau discovers what he needed most in the last place he thought he would find it.
cw — stripper!reader x beau arlen, 18+ (mdni) mentions of drinking, exotic dancing, kissing, groping, YEARNING.
word count — 1,162 words
beau had driven as far out of montana as he could. honestly, he wasn't even sure which state he was in. all he knew was you and the way you worked your magic up on that pole to the beat of "cherry pie". what a cliché, but it was one of his favourites and nothing looked more heavenly than the cherry red lingerie that clung to your body, the way he wished he could.
with each wink of your luscious eyelashes, flick of your shiny hair and snap of your hips, he fell further into your trap and he wasn't looking for an exit anytime soon. other dancers came and tried to get his money and attention but it was all yours tonight. he couldn't stop imagining the way you would feel in his hands, on his lips, on his lap. on him.
────── ❝ his for the taking ❞ ── ⋆˙ 𖦹 ˚.⋆
─────────── ᝰ bluemerakis ༝༚༝༚ ──
pairing ୨୧ soldier boy x anxious .ᐟ reader
warnings .ᐟ cussing, portrayals of anxiety, lip biting, consumption of blood (if u squint), finger sucking, masturbation f receiving, grinding, overstimulation, pet names, ben being a tentative cutie bf with his own idea of therapy lmfao
synopsis ─ it’s one of those devitalising days that’s got you biting your lip raw. soldier boy notices, and if there’s one thing he can’t stand, it’s seeing his girl all worked up at the hands of something that isn’t his.
word count ~ 3.4k
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me fighting the urge to scream and giggle at this in public
steve rogers did not spend 3+ movies fucking over the government for people to completely miss the point of captain america. can't wait for sam to continue that tradition and punch the president
