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Elphie. Elphie. Pay attention to me
some doodles while chilling this weekend
what? oh nothing just thinking about how peter parker is a BREEDER. like itsv movies have him wanting and having kids and then in insomniac’s spiderman, he tapped it without a condom and thought he could’ve accidentally become a father. this man fucks.
✧ ⋆｡˚ vampire!cait using you as a bloodbag...
note — this contains smut so minors dni, dead dove do not eat, blood kink, pet names, cait-handling (it's a thing). english is not my first language, any mistake is none intended // my requests are open, check my masterlist.
vampire!cait being the type of vampire that hates the intimate act of feeding from someone, avoiding it a much as she can until she can no longer resist the blood thirst and has no other choice but to surrender to her nature.
vampire!caitlyn who cannot resist you — that basic human who's fresh out of collage and is taking the job nobody wants to do. appearing in her chambers with a small notepad and a recording device to interview her since the passing of her mother cassandra.
she made you her bloodbag in no time. that very same night in which you appeared into her vision and became aware of your existence. her eyes follow you around the room and you're suddenly calling her count kiramman, too intimidated to even began to interview her.
vampire!cait who's family is rumored to be inmortal but no-one dares to say a word about it, not even you when she pressed her cold lips against the skin of your shoulder, her nose inhaling the sweet scent of the living, the sound of your heart beating, the sweat on your skin as you got nervous about the lack of space. her dark blue hair almost glows with the dim glow of the candles and you remember it so vividly it becomes a usual thought.
she's a kiramman, an you think she's used to have the things the way she wants. she has money, power, and a fucking aura that's so compelling you don't dare to ever deny her, tilting your head to the side like an offer to her only.
vampire!cait who always makes the bite so nice to receive. stealing demanding kisses that are as sharp as her long coat. makes the shadows in the room grow larger as the light leaves the space and she's surrounding you, her hands growing curious as they go past your shirt, her thick accent burning against your ear as she's preparing you, taking advantage cause hell- you were a pretty journalist so eager to know more about her, to listen, to do whatever the fuck she wants.
when she bites you, she's sure you're wet. her cool hands almost soothing the high temperatures of your body before sinking her teeth in that vein she can feel pulsating from before, filling her bucal cavity with the warm feeling of your blood, of the vitality sliding again in her cold body as she pushes you flush against her demanding mouth. it's not like the blood flow that passes through the good-sized vein in your inner tight, but it's good, so good every single time.
count!caitlyn who says you burn like the sun, taking off your shirt swiftly as the blood drips down to your chest, staining the fabric of your bra. she wastes no time in sucking on the wound, teeth-deep. her tongue swirls around the holes in your skin, and the pain is welcomed, a reminder you're alive as your fingers sink on the strands of her long hair, pulling them to ground yourself.
the vampire keeps your head to the side, fingers shoved inside your mouth as she eats — "stay still and let me have my fill. can't have you making sounds, squirming around. behave."
you're drooling as her index finger hits the back of your throat, and when it seems she had enough of your shoulder, she licks the drops that went to your chest without wasting blood, pulling down on your bra, happy even to clean up the dried rest that stained your chest.
"that's it, behave. you can take the pain" she cooes with almost an echo to her words. "you take it all so well, you're such a good pet. just let me have a bit more, i'm still hungry."
she's nothing but polite, so she waits for you to agree before actually bite you again, tearing apart the tissue of her upper chest as she holds you still cause shit — she knows you're going to move like a whiny bitch.
the count don't care about you staining her sheets, not even when her own clothes get dirty with your blood on it, making you lightheaded when she's comfortable between your legs, soothing the pain with caresses and kisses that left blood behind.
count!cait who used to pride on her self control until she needs to feed from you over and over again, making up excuses to have you there in her bed week after week. you've become a treat, and she's sure to keep you satisfied, praising on your behavior and even when you're lucky, playing with her too.
"you don't have to go to that stupid office," caitlyn says with that know-it-all smile on her face, once again hating up your work in the newspaper "you should help me. keep me full of you, close to me."
the count gets so needy she just has to have you in the middle of the night, climbing the tower of your room and sliding in while you're sleeping. her cold hands wake you up in the most gentle way to invade your warm bed, melt in your sleepy embrace as your fingers trace invisible patters over the skin of her stomach half asleep. you wake up moments later cause suddenly, you're also craving to be good for your count, giving her what she needs.
so you find a comfortable position to drown your face in between her tights and her dripping cunt, and it's all it takes to have the vampire arching her back, rubbing herself against your lips, vocally open about her pulsating need to release, how good you are following her orders around.
count!caitlyn who ends up fucking you without even feeding from you, who cannot help but crave the blood-tasting-kisses in the middle of the night just because she bite your lip so hard she forgot about the human fragility in you. the count that praises, in a rough voice, how good your fingers felt every time she let you have her way with her.
who wouldn't offer their blood too? after all, it's royalty what you're talking about.
check out my previous work pit!fighter vi.
bucky and you under the shower after the endgame movie and 5 years of separation.
my brain just shuts down everytime he’s on screen😞
credit: stan_wifey1
Frank ♡ Sebastian Stan
Endings, Beginnings ♡ (2019)
- 'I gotta deal with the fact that now I know you.' - 'Well, you don't really know me.' - 'Doesn't matter. I know you enough.'
fave exes lol
(just 2 exes turned pseudo siblings rizzing everyone up)
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FINALLY. AFTER 2 WEEKS OF PROCRASTINATION LOL
Bucky who’s really good at calming u from bad dreams cause he gets them all the time himself🙂↕️🙂↕️ he knows all the tricks
aerial u literally sent this in yesterday and I already wrote it .. um I may have gotten a lil excited oops
bucky barnes x fem!reader, 1.1k words
Bucky has had his fair share of nightmares. For years he suffered through them alone — every night without fail, he’d wake trembling and sweating, swallowed up in the pitch black, his heart thudding so loud it was all he could hear. He’d either stay awake until morning or force himself back to sleep only to relive it all over again.
These days he has you, and it’s better. The nightmares haven’t ceased, though they’ve lessened significantly. And on the nights when he does wake up with his heart in his throat, you’re always there, either peacefully asleep next to him or half awake, reaching for him in the dark like you can read his mind. Sometimes you’re awake enough to rub his back or give him a half asleep hug. It helps more than Bucky would ever admit to you.
Tonight’s different. Bucky wakes up not to his own trembling, but to yours instead. You’re sitting up in bed, stiff as a board but shaking like a leaf. Bucky, a light sleeper at the best of times, is on you like a hawk.
He says your name and rushes to sit up, giving himself a wave of vertigo for a few seconds. He blinks it away, eyelids heavy and body heavier. His hand finds your back in the dark. “Honey, are you okay?”
It’s a dumb question. You’re shaking all over and he thinks he can hear you crying, though he can’t properly see your face. He feels you turn towards him and manages to find your arm, wrapping his hand around it.
“Sorry,” you whisper. Your voice trembles, too. It splits Bucky’s heart clean in half.
“What’re you sorry for?” He murmurs, not expecting an answer. He rubs your arm, not harsh but rough enough to help with your shakes. He gives your bicep a squeeze. “Bad dream?”
Your silhouette nods. “Yeah,” you say thickly.
Bucky hums. “Okay,” he says softly. The quiet fear in your voice panics him, but he keeps his head for your sake. “You’re okay, I’m here. Do you want to talk about it?”
He’s pretty sure talking about it helps, or at least it has for him, though he knows the feeling of wanting to forget the dream ever happened, rather than having to relive it by talking about it. He lets you decide.
“Um,” you swallow hard and scrub at your cheeks with the back of your hand. “Not right now?”
Bucky wants badly to take your face in both hands and wipe your tears for you, but his other arm is on the dresser across the room, the dim moonlight reflecting on the smooth metal. He doesn’t feel like getting up, not when you’re this upset. Instead he pushes his good hand over the hill of your shoulder and finds your jaw.
His thumb slips over the apple of your cheek where he pushes away a few rogue tears. “Okay, that’s alright, doll. Do you want a hug?”
You nod viciously. “Yeah, please.”
Bucky gets his hand on your shoulder and tugs you towards him, pulling you into his chest. You push your arms around his waist, screwing your hands into his shirt like he’s your lifeline. He sure tries to be.
You press your cheek to his collar and mumble something that sounds like, “Thanks.” Bucky would ask what on earth you’re thanking him for, but you’re still trembling and he’d rather deal with that first.
He rubs your back diligently. Up, down, and up again, over and over until you’re not shaking anymore. It doesn’t take long — by now he knows exactly how to calm you down, knows exactly what works best. He slots his chin over the top of your head and holds you tight to his chest.
He’s completely willing to stay like this all night, until dawn slips through the gap in the curtains if that’s what you want, but it’s only a few minutes before you’ve stopped trembling. He’s about to ask if you want some water when you speak up.
“It was the same as always,” you say, so quiet he barely hears you.
Bucky guessed as much. Your nightmares nearly always consist of the same thing and they all revolve around him — he gets hurt, he dies, somebody comes to take him away, he disappears and you can’t find him anywhere. He hates that your brain is cruel enough to conjure up such scenarios, hates that it scares you so much, and hates that there’s nothing he can do about it.
He rubs your back some more.
“Yeah? M’sorry, honey.” He untangles himself from you and gets his hand on your jaw again, cupping your cheek. He studies your face though it’s partly obscured in shadows. You’re still beautiful even half swallowed up by the dark.
“Nothing’s happened to me,” he tells you firmly. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m safe.”
You nod like you’re trying to convince yourself. “I know,” you say feebly.
The fear still lingering in your voice makes Bucky’s chest ache. He strokes your cheek, still damp with tears. “I promise, okay?”
He doesn’t know how many times he’s promised the same thing, more than he can count, but he intends to keep his promise. Nothing’s going to happen to him (or you for that matter), he intends to stick around as long as he can.
You nod around his hand, “Okay.”
Bucky pushes his fingers up into the space behind your ear and tugs you forward, palm to your pulse point. He ducks his head to press his mouth to your forehead and holds you there for a moment, breathing you in. He can smell your apple shampoo and the soapy laundry detergent scent that clings to your pillows. You take a deep, shuddering breath under him and then your shoulders go lax.
“Do you want some water?” Bucky asks after a long beat of silence, still half-kissing your hairline.
You shake your head no. “Just wanna go back to sleep. Will you keep hugging me?”
Bucky’s heart gives a tug, not unfamiliar but it aches anyway.
“Of course, doll.” He encourages you back into bed with him, laying down with your head on his shoulder and your arm draped over his stomach.
You curl into him, so close he can feel your heartbeat where your chest is pressed to his arm.
“Sorry for waking you,” you whisper, tilting your face up towards his neck.
“Don’t,” he murmurs. Sleep is overrated. Plus, he wants to be woken up when you need him. He’d rather lose sleep than know you’re suffering alone. “Nothing to be sorry for, doll.”
He pulls his arm round your waist and dips his head to kiss your hair again. You fall silent, and not long after, your breathing turns steady. Bucky stays up for a little longer, watching you in case you have another nightmare, though he won’t tell you that in the morning.
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The implications that if Oscar had got pole he would have been in his drivers room practicing the griddy
the russos have committed so many sins but i might just forgive them if they have bucky in this wig for doomsday
From Batman #9, Feb-Mar 1942. Fred Ray pencils, Jerry Robinson inks.
Info from Grand Comics Database.
Hunter Schafer makeup by Sandy Ganzer – getting ready for the Met Gala after party
Would you do comfort shower sex with re2 leon omg I'll give you my soul please🙏🏻
let’s pretend the whole aeon romance didn’t happen during raccoon city😛 also fuckkk i LOVED writing this
warnings; smut obvi, p in v, unprotected sex, cursing, subby leon, kind of angsty and kind of fluffy too, handjob, implied cunnilingus at the end
leon hadn’t been the same since raccoon city.
you were both gonna move there once leon got his new job as a cop, but he went a day earlier than you for his first day, and you needed more time to pack.
thank god you stayed behind, but you constantly blame yourself for letting him go. he assures you it’s not your fault, how you couldn’t have ever known, but it all fell on deaf ears.
its been about three months now, and he still seems pretty traumatised by the whole ordeal. you’ve tried to be there for him, always letting him vent to you on the rare occasion that he needs to let his feelings out, offering him comfort in your arms.
you made sure to work two jobs to pay rent, leon wasn’t ready to work anytime soon (or so you thought) and you cooked for him, cleaned up after him, and sometimes on his bad days, you had to help him shower. 
it was no surprise that you were stressed, feeling overstimulated with everything. but you couldn’t say anything, leon had it way worse, and you understood that. despite the constant dark circles under your eyes, the soreness in your muscles, you stayed strong. stayed strong for him.
but it was getting difficult to keep up with everything. it was hard to sleep because of leon’s insomnia, or when he did sleep, he had nightmares. you would comfort him through the night, try to ease him back to sleep. you would take shit from customers and bosses all day everyday, putting effort into cooking just for most of it to go to waste. but that was all okay, because it was leon. you loved him so much, that none of this other stuff mattered.
you’d probably be able to decompress by getting some release, and of course, you wouldn’t push leon to do anything like that now. you were fine with going solo… except, you had no time to yourself really, so you’d gone practically three months without touching yourself.
but it was okay. you could deal with all of it, for leon.
you’d just finished washing the dishes, strolling back over to the dining table that leon was still sat at, staring at nothing.
your heart ached for him constantly, and you found that you had to hold back tears everytime you saw him like this. he was like a shell of the man you fell in love with.
you slowly moved closer to him, and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. he startled, blue eyes snapping up to yours as he tensed. he quickly eased once he realised what’d happened, and mumbled an apology under his breath as he slowly turned to look down at the table.
you stroked his shoulder delicately, pinching your brows together. you stood in silence there for a minute, seeing how he seemed to just be out of it.
“honey,” you whispered. his head barely moved in your direction to show that he was listening. “you wanna get in the shower?”
saying nothing, he nodded slightly. he stood, but didn’t make any move to the bathroom. you bit the inside of your lip, knowing that you’d have to help him. you muttered a “cmon” to him, moving your hand to his back, leading him to the hallway slowly and into the bathroom.
you moved away from him and started the shower, keeping one hand beneath it to check the temperature, and the other was reaching to get a clean towel from the basket, and you put it on the rack.
once the water was warm enough, you turned. leon was leaning against the door, staring at you. well, more like staring through you, like he wasn’t all there. you’d gotten used to that stare by now.
you take a step toward him, and reached up to cup his cheek. his eyes, that seem a lot duller lately, shift to look at you. you smiled at him sadly, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. he reached up to hold your wrist, hardly managing to give you a weak smile back. more like a twitch of the lips.
you take your hand away, and began to unbutton his shirt. he stepped away from the door, moving his arms to help you pull it off of him. you both were used to this routine by now.
you remove his belt next, dropping it to the floor atop of his discarded shirt. you unbutton his jeans, pull down his zip, and take both the waistband of them and his boxers, pulling them down.
normally, this act would be turning you on incredibly, but it’s hard to be when he’s so distant.
you take his socks off, then stand to your height and take his hand, smiling at him again. you carefully walk him over to the shower, letting him get inside and stand beneath the water for a moment. then you undress quickly, pulling of your work shirt and plain bra, then pulling down your pants and panties.
after pulling up your hair into a half-assed bun, you climb in after him.
you reach up to run your hands through his hair as usual, to spread the water and get it wet, but he suddenly turns around and presses his forehead against your shoulder.
you try to not let the shock show on your face, even if he can’t see it. your hands remain up for a second, before moving to hold him. one settles on the back of his neck, the other at the top of his spine.
you stand like that for a few minutes beneath the water, just close to each other. after a little while, you start to hear him sniffling, and something warm drip onto your shoulder, definitely not shower water.
“oh, baby..” you whisper, feeling your own tears well up in your eyes. “don’t cry, shh… it’s okay.” you wrap your arms around him tighter, your hand on his neck moving up to his hair.
he’s silent for a little while, just crying into your shoulder. his arms wrap around your waist, and he nuzzles his nose into your neck. you think this is the most he’s touched you in months.
“i..” he gasps, voice shaky. your heart breaks. “i just can’t stop thinking about it.”
you close your eyes, trying your best not to sob. “i know, i know… it’s gonna be okay, honey… i’m here for you, i’m not going anywhere.”
he lifts his head up, glossy eyes staring at you. you take his face in your hands, smiling tearfully at him. “you are so strong. i love you so much.”
his face twitches as more tears spill from his eyes, he takes your wrist and puts your hand to his mouth, kissing it gently. “i love you too.”
god, you’ve not heard that in a long time. you pull him back into your arms, standing in a sorta hug with him.
you both stand like that for what seems like hours, him silently crying into your neck as you stroke his back, kissing his hair softly.
after a while, you feel his lips brush your neck. then he begins to kiss it delicately, pressing little kisses up to your jawline.
“leon?” you ask, moving your head back to question him, but all he does is shush you, continuing to kiss up to your cheek. he places his hands on your hips, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.
he brushes his lips against yours, sad eyes staring right into yours. you swallow nervously. “honey, i don’t want you to rush into anything. it’s okay, we can take it one step at a—”
he cuts you off with a gentle kiss, his plump lips pressing against yours. it doesn’t last long, he pulls away after a few seconds. he moves his hands from your hips to your waist, eyes flickering between your lips and eyes. “‘m ready.. ‘n i want you..” he whispers, desperation laced in his tone.
he leans closer again, but you shift your head back. “baby, are you sure?”
leon lets out a quiet whine, eyes locked onto your lips as he places his forehead against yours. “mhm.”
even though you were surprised by his sudden clinginess, you couldn’t deny that even the feeling of his touch and longing look in his gaze was already making your stomach churn.
“‘js need you..” he brushed his lips against yours again. “need to forget.”
you understand. you nod at him, arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. you kiss him softly, then again, then again, and again. he pulls you closer, your soft chest smushed against his hard one, and he deepens the kiss.
you immediately allow his tongue entrance to your mouth, sighing happily against him. he whimpers quietly, hands gripping you tighter as his lips move against yours more fervently.
“baby..” he whispers, pulling away for air. he leans down to suck at your neck, nipping and kissing.
“i know..” you murmur back, already feeling the wetness between your legs grow.
he kisses down to your chest, leaving hickeys in his wake. “‘s been so long…”
you nodded, eyes closing at the feeling. already, you felt as if all the stress of the past few months was melting away.
he leans back up, smashing his lips back against yours with a moan, his hands groping your tits. you shuddered, clenching around nothing already.
you pull away. he chases your mouth, but you lean down to kiss at his neck.
you suck harshly, kissing the spot afterward. you paid extra attention to the sensitive spot between his moles, his little whines making your clit throb.
“fuck..” he sighs. you look up to see his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, staring at you.
you almost cum untouched at the way his eyes are so blown.
you glance down, and actually moan out loud at the sight. he’s just as turned on as you, his cock standing at full attention, pale pink tip practically staring right at you.
you look back up at him, pressing your lips against his, tongue tangling languidly with his.
one of your hands moves from the back of his neck to his chest, gliding down. you gently take his dick into your hand. he gasps and lets out a choked moan against you at the contact.
fuck, he’s already leaking. you swipe your thumb against his slit, and he shudders. you spread the precum over his cock, running your hand up and down slowly.
he has to pull away to gasp. his head falls back against your shoulder. you smile, hand moving faster.
he’s already fucking dripping all over your hand, which isn’t all that surprising, it has been three months. hell, you think you can feel your wetness on your inner thighs.
his hips are twitching already, and he’s whimpering into your neck, and.. is he drooling?
“fuck.. oh fuck, baby… that’s it, that’s..” he’s cut off by his own gasp as you speed up, and it’s so wet that you can hear the squelching over the sound of the shower.
“oh my fuhhhck… ‘m gonna cum, gonnacum gonna..” he cries, hips bucking into your grip. his whines are growing more frequent and loud.
he’s whispering something, and you listen closely, “make me cum, make me cum… i need it, needitneed…”
you go even faster, kissing his hair. “cum ‘fr me, baby..”
his breath seems to be lost, he’s gasping and hiccuping. then, with one final moan, he’s releasing white ropes onto your stomach and hand.
you stroke him through it, whispering sweet praises into his ear. you take your hand off of him once he whines out of overstimulation, and his spend easily washes off since you’re in the shower.
you kiss him delicately on his cheek when he pulls away from your neck, staring at you lovingly. “you did so well, you’re so good..”
you think that’s the end of it. you’ll wash his hair, help him change, and cuddle him to sleep. then it’ll go back to how it’s been for months in the morning.
you move to reach behind you for the shampoo, but he takes your wrist and holds it between his hands.
he’s looking at you so intensely that you almost want to shy away from his gaze. but you don’t.
he licks his lips, and you resist the urge to stare.
“what, you think we’re done?”
god, it’s just all so slippery.
the way your back is sliding against the tile wall, the wet sound of leon’s hips slapping against your ass, your legs gliding along his waist, the feeling of both of your saliva-coated lips moving against each other.
leon is fucking dumb, non-stop whining and whimpering against you as he desperately ruts up into you. the feeling of your soaked pussy clenching around him made him feel like he was on cloud nine.
you both had already came twice together, his cum was still oozing out of your pussy.
leon pulls away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. your foreheads press together, and he’s practically slobbering all over you. his speech is slurring together. “baby.. oh my god, fuck… this feels so.. so..”
you let out a moan, your head leaning back against the wall, “fuckk, i know.” you already feel your third peak rapidly approaching.
his tip is repeatedly nudging that spot over and over and over and it’s almost too much, your breathing is uneven and heavy.
he drops his head back into your neck, and if you weren’t so cockdrunk, you’d probably laugh at how it’s practically his new home.
his hot breath is hitting your shoulder, needy moans spilling repeatedly from his mouth.
“leon,” you gasped out, needing to look into those pretty eyes when you cum. “leon, honey, look at me.”
he shakes his head frantically, his thrusts becoming sloppier and his pace growing faster.
“look at me, please.” you repeat, your climax is right there, you need this.
“can’t,” he panted, his hands that are on the back of your thighs grip harder, bruises surely forming. “can’t or i’ll cum. wan’ this to last…”
“baby, ‘s okay, we can— fuck, we can go again.”
he whimpers at your words, licking sloppily at your neck. “ohhh my fuck.. ‘m gonna cum againn.. gonna— gonna fill you up.”
“please,” you whined, desperation to be filled rolling over you like a tidal wave. “cum, baby, ‘s alright.”
he’s muttering something incoherent, completely pussydrunk. your words are making his cock twitch relentlessly inside you.
your hand reaches into his hair and you pull it, smashing your lips against his.
he lets out the fucking sluttiest moan you’ve heard from him yet, and his hips still and you feel that familiar, welcome warmth fill you. his tongue is rolling with yours lewdly.
his hips weakly buck up, fucking his cum into you. after a few moments of catching your breaths, he reluctantly pulls out. you shakily put your legs back onto the shower floor, holding tightly onto his shoulders for support.
he watches his cum droop from your pussy with fascination, and uses two fingers to push it back inside. he swallows harshly.
your head rolls back, exhaustion taking hold of your limbs.
leon gets the hint, and this time, it’s him helping you out of the shower and change.
once you’re all settled in bed, you’re more than ready to go straight to sleep. until you feel a brush against your spent cunt.
your eyes flicker to leon, who’s just watching his hand that’s cupping your pussy through your pyjama shorts.
you furrow your brows at him in confusion, and he just lifts the blanket and gets eye-level with your clothed core.
“what’re you doing?” you ask tiredly, despite already growing horny again.
“well, you didn’t cum that last time, hm?” he murmured, taking the waistband of your shorts and fresh panties, beginning to pull them down. his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
you smile, letting your head roll back onto the pillow and closing your eyes, letting your legs spread wider.
Do you know how fucked up your team has to be for Bucky Barnes to be the most stable member
new video from today… IT CAST REUNION WHEN💔💔
└ mikko in the handshake line with some old friends | round one, game seven: col vs. dal | 5.3.25
I censored it because I don’t know how tumblr works but I’ll be uncensored on insta annny way eat up you scoundrels
Bill in the remakes 🌞🌙
Meme day and night mode