Because @ginnyweatherby asked me to, here's another sneaky peek at "Of Love and Lust and Beard Kinks" (I'm DEFINITELY changing that title) This one is shorter, I can't give EVERYTHING awayđ
If anyone has any ideas for a new title, let me know!
Julieta didn't know what she expected when her husband led to their bedroom, but it wasn't this. This was something out of her wildest dreams. All the lights were out, and there were candles lit all over, casting an otherworldly glow across the room.
There were soft, fluffy towels so thick, they looked like blankets strewn across the bed. Were those new? There were dozens of bottles of body oils on both of the bedside tables. Rose petals are also strewn on the bed and the floor.
Slowly turning to AgustĂn, Julieta asks, breathlessly "W-what is this?"
AgustĂn places both hands on her arms "Mi amor, you take care of everyone without even thinking about it, but you never think to take care of yourself. Let me take care of you."
Julieta might as well just melt into a puddle right then and there. Her voice quivered. She felt like she was on the verge of tears. These damn hormones. "I-I don't know what to sayâŚ" She looked up at him with glassy. hooded eyes.
"Don't say anything. C'mere." He wrapped his arms around her, tilted her head toward his and caught her lips in a languid kiss, slipping off her robe. Still locked in their kiss, he backed them up to the edge of their bed.
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Neck kisses + soft beard with Bucky please? â¤ď¸
Kisses For You
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Neck kisses, beards, fluff, kissing, teasing, a little tiny bit naughtier than usual but nothing too serious.
Authorâs Notes: I have a thing for beards, more specifically I have a thing for super soldiers with a beard so thank you for this anon and I hope you like it! đ¤
âYour beard looks so soft.â You whisper, your fingers casually caressing the hairs on his chin and cheeks. His deep chuckle meets your ears, a smile growing on your lips as you look up at him to find him staring down at you.
âHas a man ever kissed you with a beard before, doll?â He asks, flicking his tongue over his plump pink lips. You shake your head no and hide your face in his chest.
âNever?â He asks, his fingers now stroking your back.
âNever.â You answer, pinching the hairs between your fingers.
Bucky hums and shifts his body on top of yours. Teasingly, he rubs his face against your chest and cheeks.
âIâll have to change that.â He smirks, just before dipping his face into the crook of your neck. Sucking and licking on your pulse point, itâs enough to make you dizzy. But when his beard casually rubs against your skin, you become drunk from the feeling.
Itâs so soft, yet it leaves a slight burn in its trail as Bucky moves from your neck, to your throat and to the other side of your neck. Your fingers tug on his hair, earning the deepest growl youâve ever heard which adds fuel to the fire.
âHow was that?â He smirks down at you, kissing your forehead and youâre mewling from the feeling.
âI donât know, keep going and Iâll let you know soon.â
âMâkay doll, let me trail lower then give me your verdict.â He winks, and youâre looking forward to this experience.
Pairing: Chris x OFC Daughter x You/Female reader - your POV
A/N: Iâve been thinking about making a fluffy dabble about Chris Evans and daughter for a while now. Now was the time.
Knowing how fond of The Little Mermaid Chris is and knowing that he knows all the songs from the movie by heart, and the fact that the little mermaid originates from the Danish fairytale author H. C. Andersen and being Danish myself it had to be this movie and the song âKiss The Girlâ
A woman can dream⌠Right.
Mood board and divider are my own creation.
Thank you @ajs-playroom-you-may-enter For doing a quick read-through. Love you Babes
Warning: Mention of ovaries, FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFFYYYYYY.
Disclaimer: This fiction is not to be, used or translated without permission. Reblogging is allowed directly from this post.
Word count: 544
Enjoy!
Daddy´s Little Princess
You come home after having been shopping for the upcoming weekend. Your baby girl is turning one. You enter the house from the back door and the moment you enter you can hear Disney music. You smile and think to yourself âChris is truly the perfect girl dad out there. Disney runs through his veinsâ. You return to the car and get the last of the bags and make it back to the kitchen and quickly empty the last bags. Putting the last few items in the fridge you hear the intro to âKiss the girlâ and you grin knowing that this is one of Chrisâs favorites.
Moments later you stand in the doorway behind Chris and Willow sitting on the couch. Willow was sitting on Chrisâs lap looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes that she has from her father. Sheâs giggling listening to Chris as he sings.
âThere you see her
Sitting there across the way
She don't got a lot to say
But there's something about her
And you don't know whyâ
Chris is lightly bouncing Willow on his knees as he sings and sheâs reaching up, touching his beard and pushing her tiny index finger into his mouth and he smiles gently, removing her finger and kissing the tip.
âBut you're dying to try
You wanna kiss the girlâ
While Chris sings to her, Willow wiggle on his lap and is cooing and clapping her hands and Chris smiles deeply as he continues to sing to her.
âYes, you want her
Look at her, you know you do
Possible she wants you too
There is one way to ask her
It don't take a word
Not a single word
Go on and kiss the girlâ
Willow squeals and moves her butt and legs up letting herself fall forward into Chrisâ embrace giggling and Chris chuckles holding her tight stopping the singing, lightly tickling and place kisses all over her face and neck making her squeals and erupt in and heart-felt giggle making Chris laugh his contagious laugh in return. âOh my ovariesâ you think to yourself as you push off the doorframe and enter the room, seeing the photo album on the coffee table open on the page where Chris was holding Willow the day we brought her home and the picture of her laying looking so tiny in the hanging cradle.
As you walk around the couch you hear Chris say to Willow. âDaddy loves you, Princess.!â
Yours and Chrisâs eyes meet and you smile deeply. âHowâs my King and Princess enjoying some daddy daughter bonding with some sing-a-long?â You ask as you sit down cradling Willow's head with a soft hand kissing the top of her head before leaning in to meet Chris in a deep kiss. Willow makes grabby hands after you and Chris lets her come over to you and watches as she cradles into you and you breathes in deeply the wonderful scent of baby. And you hear Chris softly "Mmm" hum in adoration.
âItâs never too early to learn some classic Disney, Never.!â Chris says smiling, wrapping an arm around you and starts making faces after Willow, Willow copying some of them and you laugh softly thinking to yourself. âLife is Goodâ
Itâs Day 5 of the HBC Kinky Halloween - how can you pair Ghosts and Beard Burn/Beard Kink and not think of Steve Rogers? Thank you @the-ce-horniest-book-clubâ
Word count: 246
Warnings: Mentions of erections and over the clothes touching - letâs call it PG-13
Your attention was riveted and you bit your lower lip as you stared. Steve wanted to comment but he was enjoying this a bit too much; his erection below was painfully obvious. A sudden movement behind you made Steve gasp; you misinterpreted the sound and purred. âYou like when I do this?â
Steve turned his attention back to you briefly, flashing you an easy grin. âOh you know I do sweetheart.â He grabbed your right hand, still stroking his left cheek and moved it over his crotch. âYou know you do this to me.â
You ran your palm down his length, intent on doing more in this empty hallway but his hand quickly stilled your movement. âY/n, I swear I saw something up ahead.â
You whipped your head around; footfalls headed in your direction and you swore under your breath. Nat and Clint quickly approached, with a large Great Dane and a group of familiar faces following behind. âMade new friends Nat?â
She shot you a withering glance as she looked around. âWe were following these people, who claim to be ghost hunters, who were following a ghost. Have you seen anything?â
Steveâs jaw opened and shut a few times before replying. âGhosts? Is that what I saw?â
One of the kids, a tall lanky boy with a shag haircut and wispy goatee, squealed, nearly jumping on top of the dog. âZoinks! You saw a real ghost? Come on gang, letâs get out of here!â
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Prof Hiddleston makes it terribly hard to be able to focus in class, right @shininglokiâ ???
You watched him walk through the desks as a panther stalking his prey.
Maybe there was some of it, cause you felt like prey right now. Petrified and helpless, completely at his will. The very action of him rolling up his shirt sleeves was making you soak your underwear.
Once he stood in front of you, he pushed you on a chair and knelt down. Eyes dark and playful smile, he never took his eyes off yours while he pushed your dress up.
You bit your lip. He grabbed your panties and ripped them off, making you whimper when the fabric bit into your skin. He put them to his nose and breathed your scent deeply. He put the ruined panties in his pants pocket and grabbed one of your legs.
His mouth traveled up your inner thigh slowly, kissing as it went. Fuck, how much you had longed to feel his beard on your skin! Its softness sent shivers up your spine, but you almost wished he was rougher than this. You wanted him to mark you, bite you, leave the red angry rash of his beard burn.
Maybe he heard your thoughts, cause in that moment he sucked a mark on your thigh.
You tangled your fingers in his ginger mane, trying to guide him to where you wanted him the most, but he was in no hurry. He tended to your other leg, kissing and nipping, leaving more marks.
You looked down at him trying to convey the silent plea. He grinned, slowly getting close to your pussy, so close that his beard was tickling your pussy lips. He looked at you one last time, tongue peeking between his facial hair as he licked his lipsâŚ
âMiss!â He dropped a book on your desk, very harshly interrupting your daydream.
A daydream he was the star of, you might add. There was a soft rumble of giggles around the room.
You sat up straight and looked up, mortified. âI- Iâm sorry, professor Hiddleston!â
âYou would do much better if you decided to focus.â He gave you back yet another failed essay. âOne more failure and Iâll have you removed from my class.â
You shook your head on the verge of tears. âPlease! No! I canât - I canât fail this course! Iâll do anything!â
Professor Hiddleston stared at you very intently. âMy office, 6 p.m.â
Warnings: angst and smut, some fluff too, not too explicit
Pairing/s: Emily Prentiss x Reader x Spencer Reid
Authors Note: Small coda to S14E01 â300â
Word count: 500
AO3
You perched nervously on the edge of the couch in Emilyâs office. Penelope had gone to wait by the elevator but you preferred to stay back, you couldnât trust your legs not to go from under you right now. The relief of getting that call from Emily, saying theyâd got Spencer back, that he was safe had sent you to your knees in the round table room, sobbing into Garciaâs shoulder as she clung and cried her tears into your hair. Anderson had gotten you both coffee fortified with something from Rossiâs office and youâd been waiting ever since for the team to land.
Emily found you there, wrapping you in a hug. You could feel her tears against your neck so you just held her, giving her the space to process without having to lead anyone. Spencer followed a few minutes later after extricating himself from Penelopeâs hug. The marks on his beautiful face had tears streaming down your cheeks again as he held you both in an awkward yet reassuring hug on Emilyâs couch.
You were completely unwilling to let him out of your sight over the next week, something he didnât protest. Spencer didnât want to be far from either you or Emily and you spent lazy days curled up in one of your beds or on the couches, reading, napping and recuperating. The night before he was due back at the BAU you found Spencer in the bathroom you shared, gathering up the things he needed to shower and shave. You leaned against the frame in the open doorway and pouted. His smile broke the faux displeasure quickly, and you stepped forward into his opened arms with a matching grin. âWhatâs up buttercup?â He murmured into your hair as you snuggled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.
You leaned back and took in his lovely face. The marks at his eye and lip were healing nicely, fading to barely noticeable bruises now. Spence rarely bothered to shave when he was home for a few days so the normal layer of stubble had grown out into a beard only slightly darker than his auburn curls. It was his beard and itâs impending removal that had you pouting. You loved his beard, loved how it felt under your palm as you cupped his face, loved how it softened his sharp cheekbones and somehow defined his jawline more. But you mostly loved the feel of it against the soft skin of your thighs when he was going down on you. The tickle of it against your most sensitive skin, the burn when he was eating you out like he was starving, the way your slick release coated it when he came back up to kiss you.
Reaching up you run your fingers along it and into his long hair, pulling him down to you and into a heated kiss. You wanted to feel that familiar burn one last time this week before it had to go.
