When He Holds You Tighter As He Fucks Into You And His Thrusts Are Getting Faster And Desperate Snd Erratic

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Howl’s Moving Castle (2004)

thinking about megumi fushiguro who refuses to let go of your hand whilst he fucks you. it doesn't matter what position that the two of you are in, be it you on top as you ride him or him towering over you as your legs rest on his shoulders; his own hand will always seek out your own.

because despite his brooding demeanor, he's a softie at heart. it just takes a pretty thing like you to coax that side out of him. he never wants to let you go of you, nor to give you the room to escape his grasp. the way that your own hand gripped his own acted as a reminder of all things pure.

he interlocks your fingers, occasionally brushing his thumb over the back of your hand for reassurance — he'll do it even more if the sex is rough and energetic. megumi adores it when you squeeze his hand back in response. in his eyes, it's a way of wordlessly saying that you love him and it helps ground him, especially when you're both mutually overstimulated.

Be grateful.

- Why?

Normally being grateful makes us and the universe (or God, whatever you believe) happier.

For example: you give a gift to a person, if they receive it gratefully, you will want to give them more gifts. The same thing happens with the universe, if you are grateful, you will be rewarded.

- How?

We all know that it is difficult to be grateful if we are going through a bad time, we must know that something much better always happens from something bad.

Here I will tell you how to do actions of gratitude:

Express gratitude: Taking the time to say "thank you" to the people in our lives and to the universe itself, you can make it a day or night routine, accompanied with meditation if necessary.

Reflect: Take a few minutes at the end of the day to reflect on the positive things that have happened.

Acts of kindness: Performing acts of kindness and help toward others can also foster a sense of gratitude.

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SOAP MAKER! KIYOOMI AND FLORIST! Y/N AU

he goes to you to get ingredients for all his soaps because he knows how well you take care of all your plants.

he knows you don’t use harmful pesticides to keep insects away, you’re smart in your craft and use natural plants to keep unwanted bugs from your precious babies.

you always smile when sakusa comes in, asking you for your best picks of the day, blushes when you throw in an extra bundle bc he’s always there to support you.

he repays you with soaps he crafts specifically for you, it knocks the wind out of you when you inquire about the ingredients and he says he thought long and hard about you,

points out that you have very pretty skin, so he used everything with care.

he’s tedious and hardworking, you can see his love language through these gifts.

just as you care for your plants, taking care and loving them,

he does the same for you from afar.

So Good For Me.

Summary: Bucky has only one thing on his mind to tonight and that's to make you his. And he hopes you'll never want to let him go.

Pairing: Alpha Bucky x Omega Reader

Work Count: 2.5K

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, consenual biting, mutual marking, smut, creampie, rough sex, minors DNI, overstimulation (if you squint). Soft Bucky turned Dom Bucky, size kink, mentions of belly bulge

A/N: Unbeta'd. Do not copy, translate, repost or rewrite my work, even if you credit me. I do not give my permission for my works to be copied or shared on other sites. Likes, reblogs and comments are cherished.

The reddish-yellow flame comes to life around the wick, swaying and flickering, the soft glow reflecting in his sapphire eyes. Backing away with a pleased hum, he looks over the mantle, adjusting the last of the candles, hints of white tea and vanilla drifting across him in hazy waves.

They remind him of your unique scent as he inhales the air, so sweet, delicate, and fresh. After tonight, he’ll make sure he carries your scent on him wherever he is. Its a gnawing feeling, unfamiliar to him. Wanting to let the world know that you belong to him and he belongs to you.

He's never felt like this with other omegas.

But they've never been you.

Placing the silver lighter on the nightstand, he glances around the room. Anything he deemed too rough, too Alpha was tossed out and replaced with things he hopes you’ll like. Fresh new sheets under the thick duvet, which is now the softest thing he owns. He bought a few all in your favorite colors. His favorite shirts folded neatly along the edge of the bed. He spent a long time making sure he heavily drenched them in his scent.

If you choose even one for your nest-Bucky breaks into a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

Bucky knows he shouldn’t feel as anxious as he does, but he can’t help it. The same way he can’t help, the way his heart thuds a little harder in his chest whenever he thinks about you. Here. In his room.

He can’t help the way his stomach twists just a little when he imagines you on his bed, marking his things with your scent, touching his sheets, clothes. Touching him. Letting him touch you. Becoming part of his life, his world.

He could easily claim you, use his Alpha status, commands, and size to dominate you into being his. But here’s the thing. He wants you to be his, but he needs you to want it as much as he does.

He’s taken his time with you, knowing that you deserve to be wooed properly. Wanting to care for you, cherish you the way you deserve. His Alpha nature wanting to make you happy. Dates to the museums, botanic gardens, movies, any place you like, dinners at fine restaurants, and little hole in the wall diners where you spend the entire time squished against his side in a booth too tiny for his large body, arms, and hands tangled as you eat, laugh and talk.

Bucky wants you to have all the best things, everything he has is yours, even if you don’t know it yet.

His new favorite hobby is finding presents for you, little treasures, each carrying his scent, of course. Personalized gifts sent to your house and work, most for no reason other than they reminded him of you.

Most of them hand-delivered because he can’t get enough of how flustered you get when he gives you something, you have no idea how much he adores your small pleased chirp that slips out when he leans in, asking if you like it little one. It makes his heart sing, knowing how much he affects you.

His Alpha pride blooming the more you fall for him.

Bucky bounds down the steps when he senses your arrival. Opening the door before you have a chance to knock, he holds back a chuckle when you startle, grabbing your overnight bag before it slips from your hand. “Hi, little one,” he warmly greets, stepping back to let you inside.

You smile shyly in response, your curious eyes darting around the hallway. Anticipation crackling in the air. While it’s not the first time you’ve been in his house, it’s the first time you’ll go further than the living room. You answer his questions about your day and the ride over here as he guides you up the stairs, his large hand splayed across the small of your back.

Bucky hovers behind you, waiting patiently as you stare into his bedroom. After tonight you’ll belong to Bucky Barnes. You swallow down the whimper that wants to escape your throat, your pussy aching at the thought of finally being his, your slick coating your panties.

HIs shuddery breath lets you know he can smell how aroused you are. Glancing over your shoulder, his heady lust-filled gaze makes you bite your lip. His eyes drop to your bottom lip, caught between your teeth, a low growl rising from his chest. The deep sound making your stomach tense in anticipation.

You step inside his bedroom, awash in the soft glow of candlelight, your knees almost buckling when his scent overwhelms you. Stronger than you’ve ever experienced. Fresh rain and plums, hints of evergreen laced throughout. All uniquely him.

Walking around the California king bed, you place your bag by his shirts. “I thought you could have a nest here.” His unspoken with me resonates in the quiet air.

You smile, imagining a large nest surrounding you and Bucky as you touch the soft fabric of his Henley with your fingertips. Your hand stills when you hear his breath hitch, your eyes flicker up to his large body. His hands fisted at his sides as he cranes his head back. You stare at his pulse beating in his neck, the omega in you preening when you take in how badly he wants you.

No one has wanted you the way he has. It’s intoxicating and exhilarating.

You pad over to him, placing your hands on his warm broad chest. Exposing your throat in submission. “Make me yours.”

He's waited so long to hear those words, his control begins to fray, taking every ounce of his being to keep from bending you over the side of the bed and claiming your body.

Still, he promised himself to take his time with you

Bucky grazes his teeth along the curve of your neck, back and forth until you whine, twisting your hands in the fabric of his shirt. “Please, Bucky.”

He hums into your skin, his breath washing over you. He bites down gently, too gently. You want to feel his teeth sink into you, claiming you so bad you’re trembling with need. “Please, please Bucky.”

God, he won’t stop teasing you. His hands shifting over your hips, pressing your belly into his large, hard cock. Warm and throbbing. Your slick cunt drenched and aching. Another plea ignored while you slide your hands into his soft hair and push him down with a whimper. He chuckles, nipping your skin so lightly you want to scream.

“Buc-” your voice cracks when he groans into your neck, his tongue laving the bruises he creating on your skin.

He’s so big and warm. Smells so good. You’ve never wanted anything, anyone more. Every instinct, every part of you crying for him to take you. To make you his girl, his omega, you want him to be your-

“Alpha.”

Bucky stills in your arms, his grip tightening around you as he grows impossibly harder. He's waited so long to hear that word as well, sweeter than he dreamed.

“Alpha, please.” Breathy and desperate in his ear.

Bucky closes his eyes, his hands sweeping up your back. Your voice is addictive, and he’s going to do everything in his power to keep his name on your lips. You say it again, awakening his dormant feral nature.

His teeth sink down, a burst of pain and pleasure shocking you to your very core and you go limp.

Bucky cradles your body, walking you back to the bed, biting harder into your soft skin until you shiver, crying out his name. Bonding you to him, a connection, so deep and primal that he can’t let go. He feels you, the urge to claim you, take you overwhelming his senses.

Bucky releases you, his dazed eyes darkening as he looks at his mark on your pretty skin. “Mine. Need you right now.” He says, brokenly, frantic and demanding.

“Yours. Love you.” You gasp into his chest, pulling at his shirt, needing to feel his skin on you. He licks the bite and your eyes roll back. Another desperate gasp pulled from your lips. “Alpha.”

“Love you, little one. My pretty little omega” He decorates your skin with soft, passionate kisses along your neck, up across your jaw in between ripping your clothes off, your greedy hands pulling and tugging at his belt as he yanks his t-shirt over his head, the pile of shirts and your bag tumbling to the carpet.

A flurry of torn fabric fluttering to the floor until you’re naked before him. Your eyes roaming down his large muscular body until you reach his cock swaying in the air, the swollen tip leaking.

He’s so big, you don’t know how he’s going to fit.

“Don’t worry, little one, your pussy is made for me.” He arrogantly smirks, covering you with his large warm body, his smooth chest brushing over your sensitive nipples. “I’ll fit-” He groans, slotting a thigh between your legs, “-in your tight little pussy.” He pushes his thigh over your mound, swallowing your needy moan when he glides over your clit.

Bucky swears he’s going to take his time later, bury his head between your thighs until you beg him to stop, tear you apart piece by piece until you’re a trembling fucked out mess but right now he has to be inside you, needing your warmth around him.

His soft lips drape over yours, deepening the kiss as he moves over you, mumbling your name when you reach between your bodies, grabbing his thick cock in your hands, guiding him to your pulsating core. You grab his firm back, keening into his mouth when you feel his swollen head breach your core, his thrust slow and deliberate, his veiny ridges stretching your silken walls.

His groan rings in your ears. “Goddamn, you’re tight, so fucking tight, fit around me so good, you know that, don’t you? You know how good you feel.” He praises, continuing to fill you until his pelvis is flush against yours. “So fucking perfect doll.”

You dig your sharp nails into his back with a muffled cry. So good, so good you think, squeezing your eyes shut as he moves deeper in you, god he’s so good.

“We haven’t even started yet,” he chuckles, swiping his lips over your swollen mouth, “breathe pretty girl.” Another chuckle rumbles over your neck when you arch off the bed as he slides out of you, “Gonna have fun ruining your pussy, fuck, this pussy is going to be mine, isn’t it?” His next deep stroke making you wail.

It is, it, you were his the moment he laid eyes on you.

His words punctuated by another harsh thrust that you feel in your stomach. You try to answer but can only gasp when he lifts your hips, making you take every inch of him.

Bucky moves deeper inside your hot, wet pussy until he can see your belly bulge, his masculine ego enlarging with each sob and moan he drags out of you. He can feel how close you are, the waves of bliss drowning you until you tense beneath him, his pace quickening as he pushes you closer to your high. “Cum for me, be a good girl, and cum for me.”

Your body obeys his hotly whispered command, your orgasm crashing into you. Chanting his name, you rake your nails down his back, grabbing his ass, crying out, “Oh god, Bucky, oh, Buc-,” you sob out, your head lolling back, the candlelight shining over his mark.

His hips slow to a steady pace, never ceasing as he rolls you on top of him. Pleasure sparking through your body with each powerful stroke.

Placing your hands beside his head, you gaze down at him, wheezed gasp slipping through your lips. Bucky offers you his neck, his position almost submissive if not for the smirk in his eyes. And the way his massive hands firmly roll your hips over his cock. “Go on, pretty girl.”

Tears shimmer in your widening eyes, you swallow thickly. Oh. Oh, Bucky. You place your mouth on his broad shoulder, feeling his gland. You’ve never heard of an alpha willing to wear his omega’s mark, to have Bucky offering you his throat is indescribable. To be loved the way he loves you, god you don’t know how you’re going to survive him.

You bite down, feeling the bond open even wider. You feel him, hear him. He loves you so much.

His guttural groans of pleasure make you clench down as he slides out of you. When you release him, looking in wonder at the bite on his broad shoulder, he slides his hands over your hips, murmuring good girl. The room spins as he rolls you back over. Bucky thrusts into you, the headboard slamming against the wall so hard it cracks.

He craves you.

His cock stretching you, going so deep inside you. More tears form as pleasure spreads across your entire body, his solid, heavy chest driving you into the soft duvet.

Sweet girl.

“You feel me right here, don’t you?” He presses his hand on your belly, feeling his bulge with each deep thrust. “You’re going to feel me all weekend.” He promises, wild eyes meeting your dazed ones.

Perfect, so fucking perfect.

He places your leg over his arm and grabs the headboard. “Yeah, you are.” He swears under his breath, watching your mouth fall open, a thin high moan emerging from your throat. He grins, knowing he’s found your sweet spot. “Fuck, I could live in your cunt, stay inside you all the fucking time. So goddamn good.”

Love you. Adore you. Worship you.

He laces his metal fingers between yours, pinning your hand over your head. Mine. Mine. Your cries of pleasure making him snap his hips into yours. Wet sloshing of your cunt intertwining with the nearly vulgar sounds of skin slapping. Mine. All mine. His deep moans in your ear as you pant, his name garbled on your tongue as you give yourself to him. “I’m yours, Bucky, please, please I’m so close-” you slur, unable to finish your thought when he changes his pace, your breath rasping out.

“You wanna cum for me don’t you little one, you’re gonna be good for me, go on and give it to me.” He whispers over your mouth, his forehead resting on yours as he watches you fall apart.

Your walls spasm over his cock, making his pace fraught and erratic, he lets go of the splintered headboard, finding your clit between your sweaty bodies, swollen and sensitive, his thumb swirling around your bud hard and fast until the coil snaps. Another orgasm rocking you, making you clench down on him.

“There you go, such a good girl, my pretty girl.” He coos, smiling as you thrash under him. “That’s it, knew you could take it.”

He grinds his hip down so hard you cum again, grunting when you clamp down, “shit you’re still milking my cock-” You tremble, not hearing him over the roar in your ears. “Gonna fill you up, wanna see me leak out of your pretty, greedy little cunt.” He groans, his words making your stomach flutter. You love when he loses control, his words rushing out of him as he pounds you into you, chasing his high, his eyes focused on your face.

You nearly cum again when warmth blooms in your core, his hot spend coating your walls as he goes still, only his hips jerking slightly until he collapses on top of you.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, turning you on your side, his cock nestled within you.

“Amazing, Bucky.” You rasp out, snuggling into his sweat-slicked chest. Your tired giggles ending in a yawn.

“Me too.” Bucky kisses your forehead, pulling back with a smile. “Didn’t mean to wear you out like this.” His smug tone making you give him a look that says you don’t believe him, his shrug in return replying he knows. “Go to sleep, I got you.”

You drift off feeling protected and cherished in his arms, your unbreakable bond strengthening with each whispered affirmation of love, pulling you closer to him. Bucky’s deep voice drifts over you as he continues to praise you for being so perfect for him. He watches the candlelight dance over your sleeping face.

He scents your neck, inhaling you, a dizzying combination of the both of you wafting off your skin. Yeah, he's going to make sure you always smell like this. Reverently touching his mark, he murmurs, "good night sweet girl."

PAC: extremely short "yes or no"

think of a question that can be answered with simple yes or no

pick a photo and get you answer

take only what resonates 🧍

Pile 1

Yes, but you need to put in the work

Pile 2 

Possibly, yes (but it'll take some time)

Pile 3 

Absolutely yes!

Pile 4 

Yes, but you need to put in the work

Pile 5

Mostly no, but there’s a small chance 

Pile 6 

Yes, but someone has to help you with it 

HOW THEY ACT WHEN THEY THINK YOU’RE ASLEEP — JUJUTSU KAISEN

feat : gojo satoru, geto suguru, itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi + nanami kento

ღ warnings — none just fluff ! !

ღ note — these were very refreshing to write idk why,, i feel like they kinda got me back into a nice writing groove <3

・✶ ｡ﾟGOJO SATORU

it is late when satoru returns home from work, letting the door close softly behind him before he travels deeper into your apartment—searching for you. so maybe that’s why he isn’t suspicious when he finds your figure lying on the couch, seemingly already asleep from where you were sat waiting up for him to come back to you now doubt. but you hear the snowy haired sorcerer breathe out a laugh that sounds a little more fond and soft before he’s crouching next to your figure, letting his palm curl around your neck as he leans in to press a kiss along your cheek—before letting his lips linger over the skin a few moments longer. “just as pretty as always, sweet girl. waiting up for me? aren’t you cute.” you’d roll your eyes if you could at the teasing tone of his voice, but you still melt when you feel the couch dip next to you—satoru’s hands gently guiding you against his chest. “there we go. that’s better, yeah? don’t want you yelling at me when your necks sore, angel.”

・✶ ｡ﾟGETO SUGURU

he’d ran some errands while you relaxed on the couch, you had been trying to nap previously but decided just to wait up for him to come home — your eyes closed contently. “you asleep?” suguru hums from his place in the door way, a few of your favourite snacks hanging in a bag from his hand before he sets them down and crosses the room quietly, smiling to himself when he notices you, what he believes to be asleep on the couch anyway. the silence seems to settle for a few moments after, until you feel the rough pad of his thumb graze along your cheek in a gentle touch that has your eyes fluttering, but you hear suguru breathe out a sigh—one that sounds more like he’s home rather than tired. “you awake, sweetheart?” he hums, the low tone of his voice making you break character to lean into his touch before he presses a kiss to your temple. “room for one more, yeah? but i don’t think the couch is gonna fit both of us.”

・✶ ｡ﾟITADORI YUUJI

thankfully you weren’t actually asleep when yuuji came home, but you still decided to keep up the act even though the first thing he does is call for you — in a familiar tone that’s bright and cheery and you know he’s smiling before he halts in the doorway when he sees you, shushing himself with his palm over his mouth. you hear his footsteps approach you a few moments later, listening to yuuji mumble to himself about how it looks like you’re asleep before he’s pausing infront of you, probably wondering whether or not he’s going to wake you. but the silence remains before you feel the cushions beside you dip, feeling the familiar warmth of your boyfriends broad chest press against you as he clumsily tries to guide you against his chest, making a few hushed sounds in the hopes that it might soothe you if he happened to shake you awake, followed by a “yay! bet you’re comfy now, baby.” when he’s finally wrapped in you—nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

・✶ ｡ﾟFUSHIGURO MEGUMI

megumi was always quiet whenever he came home, hushed footsteps and gentle movements but you can still hear him travel through the apartment — hesitant when he opens the door to the darkened bedroom where you were once asleep, now you just lay with your eyes closed, not ready to move yet. he doesn’t say anything, already assuming you’re still lost in a blissful dream but he does approach you with a grumble before you feel him carefully tuck the comforter over your figure, tch-ing and grumbling about how you’re gonna end up catching a cold. but you don’t notice the way megumi looks at you before he leans down to place a fleeting kiss against your cheek, a blush high on his own and he’s mostly unaware of the soft smile that’s decorating his features — a much softer expression that the one others were used to, but it’s one that was familiar because it was reserved only for you.

・✶ ｡ﾟNANAMI KENTO

he’d unfortunately got roped into some overtime, but he still always managed to finish up quickly knowing he was going to be coming home to you. but you hear nanami sigh when he first enters the apartment, taking off his shoes and no doubt loosening his tie before he’s searching for you — something to ground him after a long, tiring day. he assumes immediately you’re asleep when you don’t perk up at the sight of him in the doorway, but the tension in his shoulders still melt when he sees your figure so peaceful on the couch. “sweetheart?” nanami hums, sitting on the other side of the couch before he’s resting your feet in his lap—letting his fingers trace featherlight touches up your calf before he’s propping his head up against his palm and relaxing into the cushions. you both stay like this for a few moments, unmoving before he mumbles something about making you tea for waking up and leaving you with a chaste kiss.

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