fungifaggot

[fungifaggot]

+18 mdni! faux innocence; a fic where you're the newest member of the thunderbolts*, and bucky tries to bed you the entire week, thinking you were a virgin. boy, was he so wrong.

cw: faux innocent!dom!m!reader, sub!bucky, reader acts like he's oblivious, reader is so fucking condescending, rough (?) sex, fingering, slight overstimulation, use of toys (fleshlight), missionary/mating press, slight stomach bulge, bucky has a size kink, creampie reader is quite controlling, attempted edging (?)

word count: >5k

[1] [2]

!! @swiftie-fault

a/n: everyone's begging so its out early HAHA also bucky gets fucking whiplash from your tone change and its hilarious anyways this is filthy

-------------------------------------------------------

the next day, you woke up early. you hummed under your breath as you pulled the vinyl record from the turntable, careful not to leave fingerprints on the edges. the sleeves are laid out on your carpet in neat rows, while you flipped through them slowly, fingers trailing over the worn cardboard corners like you’re picking out wine for a quiet night in. you were calm.

but bucky wasn’t.

he barged into your room, jaw clenched, and looking wired, like he hadn’t slept. he doesn’t say anything at first, just stands near the doorway as if he was trying to figure out which version of you he was talking to.

you glance up at him, smiling softly.

“hey. morning, sergeant.”

that’s what breaks him.

“you think you’re funny?”

“depends who’s laughing. what are you talking about?”

“cut the shit.”

“..sorry?” you blink innocently.

bucky storms forward, fast. he stops a few feet away from you, like he’d get burned if he stood too close.

“you’ve been pretending all week.”

“pretending?”

“yes, don’t do..” he gestured at you. “that.”

“do what?” you acted confused.

“i’ve been throwing myself at you all fucking week.” his voice was so low it almost came out as a growl.

you tilted your head, and slowly set the vinyl down beside the others.

“i flirted with you, touched you, and you didn’t even flinch, just smiled like i was cute!” he cuts himself off, breath shaky.

“i thought we were just getting along.”

“bullshit.” bucky scoffs.

“you’re a touchy guy, i figured you were.. affectionate.” you gave a helpless shrug.

he groaned.

“you’re really mad about being friendly?” you raised your eyebrows.

“and last night, you said all that like it was nothing, like it wasn’t the filthiest fucking thing anyone’s ever said to me! now you’re in here listening to records like you didn’t just fry my fucking brain?” he sputtered.

you blink slowly.

“did i?”

“yes! for fuck’s sake, you whispered it like you were reading me a fucking bedtime story!”

“must’ve had a few drinks.” you hummed.

“don’t do that. don’t fucking gaslight me.”

“wow, big word. is that what i’m doing?” you offered a faint smile, grabbing the back of your neck with your hand.

“you’re not innocent, i see you.” bucky ran a hand through his hair. “you knew the whole damn time.”

“i.. was being polite?”

“polite? polite?! you told me i’d be begging you for more, and acted like nothing happened the moment yelena came back!”

you were quiet. then finally, you sigh, a soft little surrender.

“..worth a try.” you press your fingers to your temples.

bucky goes still.

“what..?”

“playing dumb. you were enjoying it so much.” you cross the room slow, getting closer towards him. “i thought i’d let you have your fun, let you think you were in charge.” you stop in front of him.

he blinks.

“i wanted to see how far you’d go before you snapped.” you sighed. “guess we hit that point, huh?”

bucky was silent, and his hands were shaking. his whole face was flushed, not from rage, but from the slow realisation that he wasn’t the one in charge.

“you-” he took in a deep breath. “what the fuck are you?”

“not as sweet as you thought.” you smiled.

he looks at you as if he had just seen a ghost, or something far worse than that, something that sees everything, and stays quiet until it’s ready to pounce.

“you’re not mad because i didn’t notice, you’re mad because i did.”

bucky didn’t respond, he didn’t know how to.

you leaned in slightly, and whispered.

“still want to be on top, sergeant?” you winked.

the question hangs between the both of you.

bucky blinks like he didn’t hear you right. then, something shifts behind his eyes. his spine straightens, his jaw clenches, and he steps forward.

“you talk big for someone who’s been playing dumb all week.” he leans down slow, crowding into your personal space. his palm brushes your side, thumb dragging along your waist like he means to take the lead. “careful. keep talking like that, and i might show you what i can actually do.”

you smile, small, barely-there. then your hand slides between the both of you. you hook your fingers into his belt loops, and yank him in tight.

his breath stutters.

“you really want to see what happens when i stop holding back?”

bucky tried to not show it, he really did. but the way his lips parted, the way his pupils were blown wide betrayed him completely.

“you think i didn’t notice how you stared every time i rolled my sleeves up? how you somehow always manage to position yourself behind me every time i bent over slightly?” you spoke, hand curling gently around the back of his neck, letting your lips ghost over his pulse point. you could feel his heartbeat spike, it was adorable. “you thought i was sweet.” you drag your teeth against his neck, and his knees almost buckled right there, and then.

“you’re not as scary as you think you are-” he tries to play it cool.

“aren’t i?” you hum. you back him up against the wall, then slotted your thigh in between his, just enough to feel the ‘problem’ growing.

bucky’s fingers grip your bicep like he’s not sure whether he’s trying to steady you, or himself.

“you wanted control? then take it, sergeant.” you leaned in. “come on, show me. do something brave.”

he doesn’t do anything, because he can’t. he’s blinking fast now, lips parted, chest rising, and falling a little too quick. there was fear in his expression, not real fear, but wide-eyed panic, the kind that hits when you poke the bear, and it bares its teeth instead of running.

you lean back just to let him breathe.

”didn’t expect me to be a fucking freak, did you? thought i’d be easy?”

bucky’s lips part, but there wasn’t any sound.

“poor thing.” you grinned. then you leaned in, and kissed him, slow, and gentle. your lips pressed against his, just once.

but after a minute, he pulls back, clearly frustrated.

“stop that. stop holding back.” he whispers.

you blink.

“i want you, the real you. not whatever sweet little version of yourself you think i can handle.”

“you sure?”

“for fuck’s sake, yes.”

something shifts behind your gaze, it’s subtle, but he feels it.

the next kiss you give bucky was rougher, messier, more teeth than tongue. your hand tightens on his hips, while the other trails down to his thigh, and grips. you walked him backward, slowly, until the backs of his knees hit the edge of your bed, and he dropped without thinking.

“spread your legs, bucky.”

and he does, instinctively.

you climbed onto the bed to settle between them, and kiss down his jaw, stopping to nibble below his ear.

“you want the real me? the part of me that doesn’t pretend to be gentle?” you bit into his neck, sucked a dark mark right into his collarbones, and he gasps. “then shut up, and take what you asked for. don’t whine now.”

you push him back, so that he was laid back against the pillows. your hand slips under his shirt, and you drag your nails across his stomach.

the moment your nails bit into the skin of bucky’s stomach, he moans. he tried to cover his mouth with the back of his hand, and failed miserably.

“that all it takes?” you hum, pulling off his shirt. then you kiss down to his chest, and he’s panting now.

he swears he’s feeling a little dizzy.

“is this what you wanted?”

“yes, fuck, yes.”

you gripped his thigh, hard, and he mewls.

“still think i’m soft?”

bucky’s breath hitches. he tries to respond, but couldn’t.

you press your hand against his cock through his sweats, only to find out that he’s rock hard.

he whines at the contact when you drag your palm slowly over him.

“i tried to be gentle,” you murmur. “tried to give you time, but you wanted this.”

“i-i didn’t think it’d be like this-” he murmurs breathlessly.

you hummed, dragging your fingers up his ribs.

“too much?”

“no- fuck no. just didn’t think i’d be this into it.”

“that’s because you had no idea what i was.” you shrug. “you do now.”

your mouth was everywhere, on his neck, ribs, hipbones. you were marking him up like it’s your name he should wear on his dog tags.

bucky’s trembling beneath you, the band of his sweatpants shoved down just enough to give you access to everything you need.

you hadn’t even fucked him yet, and he already looks ruined.

“god, your mouth..” he gasps, fingers tightening in the sheets.

“told you. i gave you every chance to run, but you chose to stay. that’s on you.”

“should’ve- fuck, should’ve done this sooner-”

“oh?” you curled your hand around his cock, slow, and tight. fuck, they were huge.

bucky’s entire body arches at that, and you bit gently at his nipple just to feel him twitch again.

“you asked for me to stop pretending, and i’m not planning on disappointing you.”

he gasped.

you glanced down, and hummed.

“oh, look how small you are in my hand.”

bucky lets out a strangled little whine, soft, and involuntary. his thighs tensed where they were spread, trembling just slightly. his head lolls to the side, eyes fixed on the wall like it might save him.

“aw. whats wrong?” you cooed. “thought you were big, thought you could take it.”

he shook his head frantically.

“i can. fuck, i-”

“then look. eyes on me.”

“don’t make me- please.” his voice was shredded.

you tighten your grip slightly, just enough to make him hiss.

“look.”

he doesn’t.

“i said, look.” you leaned in, and whispered.

something in your tone cut through bucky like a wire snapping, and his gaze flicks down.

big mistake.

instantly, his whole body jolts. a broken moan tumbles out of his mouth, and his thighs jerk to close, but your knees press firm against his spread thighs, keeping him open. he stares, and sees the obscene contrast of your hand around him, your palm swallowing the base, your thumb dragging slow over the tip.

it doesn’t make sense. bucky wasn’t small. he’s not.

he knows what he’s working with, he always had. enough past partners, mostly from the 40’s, have moaned about it, there were enough ego-boosts, casual brags, and certainty.

but the moment your hand wrapped around him? suddenly all of that didn’t matter.

“fuck- fuck. please, i’ll cum- don’t..”

you hum.

“already?”

bucky let out another whimper, teeth sinking into his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. his hands were fisting the sheets under him, his hips kept twitching up like they wanted it.

you stroked him with a steady rhythm, firm, practiced.

he moans, and tries to rut into your fist.

you pinned his hip down with one hand, and continued, thumb dragging over the tip, smearing pre-cum all over it.

“going to cum already?”

“no- fuck, maybe-”

you let go, and he whines, entire body jolting forward.

“too soon, you’re not ready.”

“please, please- i’ve been so good-”

“you’ve been a menace all fucking week, bucky.” you kissed his neck. “throwing yourself at me like a slut. what happened to all that confidence, hm?”

bucky shudders when you say his name.

you kiss your way down to his stomach, then lick a stripe up his cock, and he lets out the most pathetic noise.

“thought i was the sub, hm?” you murmur. “remember that?”

he nods, completely dazed, and drunk on the shame.

you wrapped your mouth around his cock, taking your time. you gave him slow sucks, deliberate swirls of your tongue, holding him down when he tries to thrust.

“fuck- please, i-” bucky’s loud now. he was a complete mess, gasping, and twisting the sheets as he writhes under you.

you pull off, letting a line of spit connect the tip of his cock to your lips.

“not yet.”

bucky almost sobs.

you press a kiss to his inner thigh, letting your teeth graze against the tender skin.

“you’re shaking.”

“you’re insane.” he breathes.

you chuckled, taking off your sweats before crawling back up again, and pinned his wrists above his head.

“can’t tap out now, you asked for this.” you press your cock in between his cheeks, just the weight of it, and he freezes.

‘oh my fuck.’

‘there’s no way that’s fitting inside me.’

that’s all he could think about, because you’re so fucking thick. you haven’t even pushed in yet, you’re just there, teasing him.

you reach down between the both of your bodies, and stroke yourself slowly against him, base to tip, dragging the full weight of it across his cheeks.

bucky gasps every single time, thighs twitching wider like his body was trying to take more without thinking.

“you couldn’t even handle my hand on your cock, what do you think this is going to do to you, sweetheart?” you press closer, cock sliding against him again, and his back arches.

then you shift, and he sees it.

his breath caught.

he wasn’t prepared. he thought he was, he thought he had some idea, but he didn’t.

‘fuck. i’m not walking tomorrow.’

what’s worse was that he didn’t care. not if it meant he got to feel you from the inside.

he knows he’s finished.

“relax, need to open you up properly.”

bucky tried, he really did. but your fingers were big, not painful, not even rough, just wide, and insistent.

you pushed in slowly, letting him adjust, murmuring praise in his ear while his body fought to loosen up. you pressed in one finger, then two, crooking them just right against his sweet spot.

“shit- fuck, i-” his head dropped back before he could even continue his sentence.

“i know, it’s a stretch isn't it?” you kissed his cheek. “have to get you ready, can’t ruin you too fast.”

bucky let out the most broken sound, because he knows he’s not ready. he’s clenching down, fluttering, and drooling around your fingers, but you’re still gentle, still preparing him like he’s fragile, like it wasn’t already too much for him.

“bet you’ve never taken something like this before, hm?” you whispered.your cock pressed against the slick mess your fingers were making. you weren’t even inside him yet, but it was enough to make him cry.

god, bucky wanted it so bad. he wanted to be stretched open, folded in half, filled to the brim, all while you murmured filth in his ear. he was bent open, and trembling. his legs wide, muscles taut, hole stretched from your fingers, but not ready. he never could be, not for this.

you lined yourself up, press the tip of your cock against him, he jerks, whimpering before you’re even inside.

“shh, you’re doing so good.” you murmured sweetly, like you’re not about to break him. “look at you, so soft, so obedient. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?”

he moans, high, and wrecked. you had him in missionary, so he’s gripping your shoulders like it’ll help.

“you’re so fucking tight, gripping me already, and i’m not even in yet.” you chuckled, pressing in slowly, but not gentle, just enough that bucky feels the push, the stretch, every inch of you as you force your way inside.

“fuck- so.. b-big- nnh..”

you don’t stop talking though.

“mm, fuck. feel that? that’s just the tip, sweetheart. still so much left to go. going to be a good boy, and take it for me?”

he whines, tries to speak, and fails.

“that’s it, breathe for me. let me stretch you out, fuck. you were made for this.” you sink in deeper.

and bucky fucking breaks. he clenches around you, and you choke.

“oh you like that, don’t you?” you sneer. “filthy little thing. bet you’d take anything i give you. you wouldn’t even think twice.”

his hands scramble for something, anything. his mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

“yeah, that’s what i thought. just a hole to be filled, you were fucking made for this.” you’re halfway in, and he’s already drooling.

he’s blinking up at you like he’s not sure where he is anymore. all you did was smile at him.

“there we go. come on, sweetheart, take all of me. thought you could handle it, remember?” you continued, reaching deeper inside him, and he wails. “look at that, can’t even answer me, can you? poor thing, too full to think, can’t even understand what i’m saying to you.”

it’s true, bucky can’t comprehend a single word. every word you say blurs into the static. all he can feel is you, pressing in deeper, and deeper. his hole’s fluttering, stretched obscenely around your cock, and his own cock is leaking pathetically against his stomach, untouched.

“aw, dumb already? i haven’t even fucked you yet.” you sigh.

“fuck, i- oh my god-” he moans, helplessly, and your smile turns wicked.

“that’s my good boy. all full, all dumb, just the way i like you.”

his legs try to close around you, but you don’t let him.

you press forward again, finally bottoming out.

bucky screams. his thighs shake violently, and his head drops back. his jaw slack, mouth open like he’s trying to breathe, but can’t. his hands scrambled to hold onto your bicep, trying to ground himself.

“oh sweetheart, you should’ve seen your face.” you haven’t moved yet, and he’s already trembling like he’s going to cum. his hands gripped at your biceps, stomach flipping from the stretch, cock drooling against his own belly without a single touch. he feels you everywhere. inside him, against him, holding him down.

and then, you thrust. once, deep, slow enough to feel, and he breaks.

bucky’s body jerks, his mouth opens wide in a silent sob, and then he cums. without a single touch to his cock, just from the feeling of you filling him, and the sound of your voice as you drag it out of him.

“aw, didn’t even last a single thrust?” you whisper, tone thick with mock-pity. “squirted all over yourself.”

“i-i didn’t mean to- fuck, i just- aah..” he moans, wrecked, and helpless.

“fucking mess already.” you coo. “i was thinking about being nice, taking it slow, but clearly your body doesn’t want that.” you draw your hips back, just enough to make him clench down hard, and you felt every flutter his body gives you. “didn’t even fuck you yet. all i did was sit in your sloppy hole, and you soaked my cock like it was your fucking job.”

bucky whines, his mouth opened, but he didn’t speak. before he could even process it, you switched tones.

“you’re doing so good, so perfect for me.”

his eyes snap open, and he stares at you, confused, like he doesn’t know what the fuck just happened.

“all dumb already?” you murmured.

“i- no, i can- just, give me a second-”

“sweetheart, your cock’s still twitching. you sure you’ve got another one in you?”

“yeah.. yeah.. plea.. mmh.. i can.. take it.”

“oh i know you can,” you leaned down, lips grazing his ear. “now we’re going to see if you should.” you bit down, hard enough to leave a mark on his neck.

oh fuck. that wrecks bucky. his entire body shudders, and his breath catches in his throat. his fists curl uselessly into the sheets, knuckles white, like he’s trying to ground himself, but there’s absolutely nothing grounding about the way you speak to him.

“i warned you, didn’t i? told you what i’d do to you.” you thrust again, harder this time.

“aah- mmh!?” he screams, his voice cracking. he was still twitching from the first orgasm, and now you’re fucking him through it.

“look at you, didn’t even need your cock touched. all it took was mine, inside you, just one push.” you laugh. “you liked it didn’t you?”

he nodded, and you softened, just a little.

“there’s my good boy, so sweet when you cum for me.” you whisper, suddenly tender.

bucky swears he got whiplash from the way your tone flipped, filthy one moment, sweet the next. he’s still panting, thighs shaking violently as you bottomed out again.

you press in deeper, hips rolling slow, drawn out.

“not so cocky now, huh?” you pull back almost all the way, and slam back in hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

“ah- fuck!”

“thought i was a bottom, didn’t you? thought i’d get all shy, and beg for your cock-” you pull out slowly, almost all the way, before slamming back in, hitting that spot inside him.

“shit- oh my god-” he gasps, legs shaking.

“but look at you. you’re the one spread out and dripping, moaning like a fucking pornstar the moment i entered you.”

“please- please..” bucky’s voice breaks, high-pitched, and needy.

“didn’t take much now, did it?” you rock in deep again, and he chokes on a sob. “didn’t think i’d be able to fuck you like this. huh? didn’t think i’d use you. you wanted someone soft you could ruin.”

he keens when you bite into his neck once more.

“breathe, sweetheart, just breathe. you’re doing so good.” your hips roll forward again, and he sobs. “god, you’re filthy, fucking yourself on my cock like it’s the only fucking thing that’s keeping you alive.”

“too m-much- ugh, so deep..”

“aw, you’re trying so hard for me, i know it’s too much.” you shush him with a kiss, before you rolled your hips again, and he moans into your mouth. “you’re perfect like this, you know that?”

bucky tries to speak, but all that comes out was a whine.

“no thoughts left in that pretty head, hm?” then you’re rough again, pulling his hips forward to meet your thrusts, letting him feel just how deep you are. “fucking cockdrunk already, and i’m not even halfway done.”

“please- oh my god- fuck!” he moans, and your hand slides down to wrap around his untouched cock.

you glance down, and pause. your gaze catches on the slight bulge on his lower stomach, twitching with each thrust you give him.

“oh.. look at that.”

bucky doesn’t register it at first, he’s too far gone.

so you shift your weight, thrust in deeper, and rested your palm on his lower stomach, and he barely notices.

until he looks.

“what are you-”

until he sees your hand, palm spread wide, fingers splayed over the slight bulge jutting up.

“oh my god-” his stomach twitches, and his head snaps back against the pillow.

“you didn’t notice before?”

“it’s not- fuck, i didn’t-”

“shh, it’s okay. that’s just me, sweetheart, all the way inside.” you press down slowly, and the bulge pulses beneath your hand. “so deep inside you, i can feel you from the outside. poor baby, no wonder you’re crying.”

“no- i don’t- fuck, i don’t like-” he tries to breathe through it, but a full body shudder rolls through him.

“oh, you love it.” you move your hips just slightly, grinding in deeper, and that bulge shifts underneath your palm. “you’re being shy, sweetheart. thought you liked how it feels?”

bucky whimpers in denial, shaking his head, and biting his lip like that’ll stop the sounds coming out of him.

“shh, i know it’s too much. you wanted it though, remember? all week?”

“n-no- don’t say it.”

you sigh, and reach for his hand, then guide it down.

“here. feel that?” you guided his palm over the thick shape stretching him open.

and that’s all it takes. bucky fucking chokes on it.

“ah- fuck- fuck! i-” his body spasms, and his legs kick weakly. his cock pulses untouched between the both of you, cum spilling over his stomach. he whines, high, and shattered, eyes rolling back as he cums the hardest he ever has in his life.

“did you just cum from that?” you drag your hips back slow, and grinded back in deep.

“too much- it’s- fuck! ..too much.”

“aw, but i’m still hard.” you said sweetly, kissing his cheek. “going to keep pressing right here, until i cum too.” your fingers stroke gently over the slight bulge in his stomach. “you can take it right? you already made a mess, might as well be useful.”

bucky whimpers, his fingers clutching helplessly at the sheets, and then you start to move. his back arches at the first thrust, helplessly.

“n-no, i- ah- wait, wait!”

you slow, just barely, hips grinding in deep as your hand trails over his flushed chest. you lean over him, nose brushing against his cheek.

“can you take it or not, sweetheart?”

“y-yeah, yes. i can.”

“oh you’re going to wish you shut your mouth.” you pressed his knees up to his chest, practically putting him in a mating press.

“no wait-”

you cup the underside of his thigh, holding him open, and slide in deeper than before.

bucky chokes on a sob, and his back arches clean off the bed.

“now shut the fuck up, and take it.” you thrusted, and he wails. his heel dug into your side as he tries to pull away. “nowhere to go, sweetheart. you wanted this, don’t go quiet on me now.” another thrust.

his head lolls to the side, dazed, and jaw slack, drool glistening at the corner of his lips.

you hum softly, pressing your hand around his throat, and tightening. you tilt his face towards yours, pressing your thumb just beneath his jaw.

“sweetheart, look at me.” you slowed, just for him to look at you.

and bucky, the poor thing, he tries. his teary eyes flutter open, and he meets your gaze.

you kissed his cheek softly, before your hips snapped forward, deep, and your voice dipped.

“that’s it. there’s my pretty boy. want to see the exact moment you realise no one else is ever going to fuck you like this.” you growled.

he whines again, half-apology, half-desperation.

your rhythm shifts, just a little faster, and harder, fucking into him with purpose now. you wrapped your hand tighter around his throat now, just enough to make him gasp, just enough to feel the way he flutters around you.

“there we go, knew you’d squeeze me just right if i did this.” your grip tightens just a little more, and he clamps down on your cock so perfectly you groaned. “fuck- yeah, mm. that’s it. going to wring it out of me, sweetheart?”

bucky whines beneath you, lips parted in a broken sound you don’t think he meant to make.

you lean in, voice syrupy-sweet, and smug.

“keep doing that- fuck, and i’m going to cum in your messy little hole. that what you want?”

he nods, frantic, and helpless. he tries to warn you, but he cums before he even could.

you rail him, just a little harder, dragging it out as your grip stays firm on his throat. and when you finally cum, it’s with a low growl into his ear. you stayed inside him, breathing hard against his cheek, but still so composed, compared to the wreck underneath you.

bucky’s trembling, thigh shaking where it’s pressed up against his chest. his eyes are fluttering, unfocused, barely able to look at you.

your hand eases off his throat a little.

“you okay, sweetheart?” you whispered, your cock still twitching inside him.

he whines, wordless.

“you did so well, took all of me, fucked yourself dumb, didn’t you?” you shifted, just enough for him to feel it. “shh, i know, i know. sensitive now, huh?” you rock in a little, and he gasps like you had electrocuted him. you’re still pressed so deep he can feel you.

you finally pull out, and he whimper. you hum low, dragging your palm down the inside of his thigh, where your cum was dripping out of him in lazy, thick streaks.

“so? what are you going to do to thank me? still need to finish properly.”

“didn’t you..?”

“came? sure, but i’m still hard, sweetheart.”

bucky blinks up at you, but his brain is still working, somehow. he pushes himself up a little, and reaches over to the nightstand, he opened your drawer, and pulled out a fleshlight.

“how did you..?” you gasped when he just casually pulled out your fleshlight from your drawer. how did he even know it was there?

he didn’t respond, just pushed the toy down over your cock, twisting a little, and you hissed.

“just like that- fuck, ahh.. good boy.”

he whines, then moves his hand faster.

“want to make me cum- mmh, so quick, d-don’t you?”

he nods.

and you do. within a few minutes, you’re spilling into the toy with a thick groan, shuddering through it. you’re still buried in the haze of your orgasm, when he shifts again. you don’t stop him at first. the second the slick, still-warm toy wrapped around your oversensitive cock, your whole body flinches.

bucky smirks, and he rocks the toy so fucking slowly while watching you closely.

“sweetheart.”

“mm?”

you groaned, trying to ground yourself.

“i-i.. fuck..”

he pulls the toy off right before you tip.

“oops.”

“bucky.”

“yeah?”

“keep edging me, and i’ll make you cum untouched for a week straight.”

bucky shudders visibly, but the bastard does it again anyway.

“let me make this simple for you.” you wrap your hand over his, and force the it back over your cock.

“wha- what- what are we-” his eyes go wide when he sees the way your hips stutter. there wasn’t any more teasing, just slick, obscene sounds while you did what he couldn’t.

you guide his hand rhythmically, and you keep going, faster now. when you came, you grinded your hips up into it, and moaned, low, and fed the fuck up. you breathe hard through your nose, and then you sigh, like this whole thing was an inconvenience.

“see? didn’t need your help.”

bucky just stared dumbly at your cock.

“next time,” you murmur against his cheek. “you keep edging me like that, and i’ll fuck your throat raw instead.”

[fungifaggot]

+18 mdni! faux innocence; a fic where you're the newest member of the thunderbolts*, and bucky tries to bed you the entire week, thinking you were a virgin. boy, was he so wrong.

cw: faux innocent!m!reader, bucky tries to fuck you the entire week, no actual smut yet, mention of the thunderbolts*, suggestive, (accidental) thigh grinding, drinking (alcohol), dirty talk, bucky is weirdly affected by you ..

word count: >3.9k

[1] [2]

!! @swiftie-fault

a/n: so i broke my phone, changed to this new one and it lags like crazy whenever i type out something long in my posts, someone please help! also .. showed my irl this acc.. if ure reading this, hi .... next part is actually filthy i swear

-------------------------------------------------------

you’re the kind of person that people overlook in rooms like this.

hq was all harsh lights, and harsher personalities, and then there’s you.

you always wore dark colours, sleeves rolled up carefully to your forearms, like you were trying to stay neat in a place that doesn’t care about it.

this persona of yours worked for most of the team. you’re the quiet, shy, polite one, somewhat similar to bob, in a way. you always nodded when spoken to, said ‘please’, and ‘thank you’ in the softest tones, you don’t spar loud, you don’t flirt, and you definitely don’t brag. you have those soft, kind eyes, and the kind of mouth that was made to whimper.

bucky decided you’re soft, a little shy, and a little delicate, completely forgetting the fact that you were a dangerous person. he also decides you’re definitely a virgin, definitely a bottom, definitely needs someone to show you the ropes.

he had built a whole delusion around it. in his head, you didn’t know how to touch yourself properly, get nervous when someone flirts with you, and you would probably blush the moment someone said something slightly perverted.

he’s a slut for the chase, especially for the ones who look like they wouldn’t know what to do with a tongue down their throat, and a hand down their pants.

—

for your first day on the team, you sat quietly at the edge of the gym, watching the others train while reading a book. you weren’t part of the session today, not technically.

to bucky, you looked like you belonged somewhere much gentler than this place, somewhere with tea, blankets, and not five ex-assasins trying to kill each other for warm-up.

he pauses mid-spar, because what the actual fuck are you doing looking like that?

his mouth went dry the moment he noticed you. he completely forgets what he was doing, and ends up walking right off the mat. he walks over to you, and he leans over.

“hey.”

your eyes blink up to meet his, slow, curious, and wide. you didn’t even notice him at first, so caught up in your book that it takes him standing right in front of you to pull you out of it.

“hi, sergeant. did you need something?”

he blinks hard.

god, your voice is soft. so soft like you’ve never raised it before in your life, so soft in a way that makes his stomach flip.

“nothing. just thought i’d keep you company.” he shrugs.

“oh, sure.” you blink, and smile faintly.

bucky let his eyes roam, subtle, but hungry. you were wearing simple athletic gear: a compression shirt, and black shorts. he swore there was no edge to you, just mild, harmless stillness.

“you always sit like that?” he quirks a brow.

“like.. what?” you tilt your head.

“innocent.”

you laugh, it was small. to him, it felt like you didn’t quite know how to take a compliment, or maybe you thought he was joking.

“i guess so.” you glance back down at your book, thumb brushing the edge of the page like you’re debating whether to return to it. “i just like watching everyone train. learning.” you don’t turn away from him completely, you’re still listening, still open, and kind.

bucky though? he takes it the wrong way, kinda. he looks you, and sighs. you’re the kind of guy he thinks he could pin down with one hand, the kind who would grab the sheets if he so much as touched you.

he doesn’t realise he’s staring.

“you ever get out there?” he asks, trying to sound casual, as if he didn’t just think about you in the most perverted, depraved way.

“sometimes.” you nod.

“bet you’re good.”

“i try to be.” you shrug.

you were so modest, it was unbearable. you could tell bucky you’d never thrown a punch, and he’d fucking believe it. he thinks you’re hiding behind all that softness because you’re shy, because you’re submissive.

“you don’t talk much.”

you look down at your book for a moment.

“i don’t really need to.”

that makes him pause, just for a second. he thinks it’s flirtation, thinks you’re just being shy, thinks he’s charming enough to wear you down if he keeps at it.

he doesn’t know you’re hiding behind it because it’s fun watching people misjudge you. and he definitely doesn’t know you could break his nose in three moves, or the fact that you’ve been thinking about what he’d look like sobbing on your cock since the moment he approached you.

“well, i’m around, you know? if you ever want to.. spar.” he leans back with a grin.

“sure, maybe.” you gave him a small smile.

bucky leaves thinking he’s got you wrapped around his finger.

but you? you’re barely affected at all.

—

the next day, you finally participate in training.

bucky clocks the teams forming around him. former mercenaries, spies, assassins, all vicious in their own way, except for you.

you’re adjusting your gloves with precise little tugs, head slightly downcast. you nod politely when called, even your stance was humble, like you’re expecting to take the first hit,

he smirks, he can’t help it.

you’re sweet. he’s seen the way you sit in the common room with your knees tucked up, not wanting to take up space, the way you tilt your head when you’re listening. to him, you weren’t built for violence.

bucky walks over, and taps you gently on the shoulder.

“guess we’re partners?” he says. “try not to go easy on me, handsome.”

“i’ll try.” you glance up.

the whistle blows, and he makes the first move, you let him.

bucky circles you with a cocky smirk, going for a quick jab to your ribs to test the waters, but you dodge it easily.

you’ve already calculated his reach, angle, and the slight giveaway in the way he shifts his weight.

he tries again, and you sidestep, letting him chase you. he wasn’t used to being toyed with like this.

and then you strike, quick, clean, and efficient. you catch his arm, use his momentum against him, and suddenly he’s on the floor.

the air slams out of him. he’s stunned, not because it hurt, but because he didn’t see it coming.

you straddle him smoothly, knees planted on either side of his hips. your hands find his wrists, and you pin them above his head. you don’t flinch, don’t even tremble. you were just focused, eyes narrowed, lips parted, breath calm. you weren’t smiling, you looked like someone solving a puzzle.

bucky’s heart was pounding. not from the impact, but because he realised how heavy you felt on top of him. your hips were pressed flush to his, your ass right against his lower stomach, your fingers tight on his wrists, and you’re looking down at him. he tries to break free, but you stop him.

“careful,” you murmur. “nearly dislocated your elbow with that angle.”

he blinks up at you, dazed.

then you get off of him smoothly, as if the whole thing wasn’t significant. you stand, dust off your palms, and offer him your hand to help him up.

“you’re good. fast, really good.” you said it like a genuine compliment, like you didn’t just pin him down like a wet dream on a tuesday afternoon.

he takes your hand, and fuck he’s hard. you walk off the mats, while he stays on his knees for a second longer than necessary. he doesn’t talk for ten minutes.

in the locker room afterwards, he peels off his shirt, and stands under a cold shower, trying to will his boner away. he was this close to embarrassing himself, almost came in his shorts like a fucking virgin. he couldn’t stop thinking about your thighs, your breath, and the tone of your voice telling him to be careful.

you’re dangerous, but he still thinks you’re completely oblivious.

—

it’s a late-night operation, storm clouds gathered around the ship. it was a standard sweep: infiltrate a suspected black-market weapons hub, disable the network, extract any hostels for questioning. it seemed easy, until it wasn’t.

the thunderbolts* split into a few teams. ava, yelena, and bob were together in the control center, alexei, and john covering the perimeter, while you, and bucky get to the main floor.

he was pleased with you. you’re easy to be around. quiet, respectful, doesn’t talk too much, just good traits for a partner in general. sure, he may have a habit of letting his eyes linger a bit too long when you bend over to check a crate, or wipe your face off with your sleeve, or just exist in general. but it’s fine, he thinks you’re soft, innocent, and he’s bored.

“stay behind me.” he says as the both of you step into the main hall. there were rows of crates, wires, and the overhead lights flickered like a horror movie.

you nodded, gripping your weapon neatly. your steps were quiet, and precise. you were calm, eyes alert, almost like you were playing along with his little game.

bucky doesn’t notice that part though.

you keep a polite half-step behind him as he leads the both of you through the warehouse. he peeks around corners, give hand signals, and you follow him. you weren’t just surveying the mission, you were surveying him.

everything goes sideways five minutes later. motion sensors trip, the lights slam red, steel shutters start closing, fast.

“shit, ambush.” he spoke. before he can react, a spray of bullets tore through the far wall. there were men shouting in spanish, the hallways were crawling with these armed men.

“this way.” you grab his wrist, and shove him down the nearest corridor. you move fast, faster than he expected. he barely registers the blur of your body until his back slams into a supply room door. you shut the door with a quiet click, then flip the lock without hesitation.

it was dark, cramped. bucky’s back was pressed against a metal shelf, and you, fuck, you’re right up against him. chest to chest, thigh between his legs, arm braced by his head.

‘oh fuck.’

you weren’t even breathing heavily, not flustered, not apologising for slamming him into a room, and standing obscenely close. you’re facing him, one hand braced against the wall near his head. your thigh slots naturally in between his legs as you leaned forward, listening at the door. your body was pressing him into the shelves, like you don’t even notice how intimate the position is, like your thigh wasn’t grazing his half-hard cock, like you didn’t set this up perfectly.

he was trying so hard to keep it together, trying so hard to not let his hips shift forward.

you pressed your index finger to your lips, signalling for him to stay quiet.

bucky chokes on his own spit.

“you okay?” you ask after a second. your face was close, too close, and your lips looked so soft in the dim light.

he swears he’s going to pass out.

“f-fine.. peachy.” he rasps.

then, your thigh shifts. just slightly, unintentionally.

unfortunately, the pressure lands perfectly against the underside of his hardening cock, and he lets out a broken noise.

“..mmph.” he instantly regrets it.

‘did he just hear that?’

your head turns, just a little.

‘fuck. oh fuck. i’m done for. please don’t look at me-’

“did i hurt you, sergeant?” your voice was so soft, so sincere, it was criminal.

bucky couldn’t even look at you. he shook his head quickly, breath catching. “no- uh, just surprised me.”

‘holy shit, that felt good.’

‘does he know?’

‘there’s no way, he’s so.. sweet.’

‘god, what if he does know?’

you nod, and go back to listening at the door as if nothing had ever happened. your thigh doesn’t move, you don’t step back, you stay exactly where you are.

his pulse was in his throat now, he clenches his jaw as he feels the flush spreading all the way up his neck, and to the tips of his ears. his cock was throbbing, and your thigh was right there. you were just so calm, so quiet, so innocent, it’s unbearable. he swears that it is.

you were so calm, like this wasn’t the most unintentionally filthy thing you had ever done to him.

when you finally step back, unlock the door, and glance over your shoulder, he can’t find one single piece of proof. your face was polite, your eyes were gentle.

‘i swear to fucking god, if he tells me i did great when we leave this closet, i will actually cum in my fucking pants.’

“let’s move. you did great, bucky.” you walk off, silent, and graceful.

‘i hate it here.’

bucky stumbles after you, his pants are way too tight, his face is flushed, and his dignity shattered.

—

your room was quiet, dim. your tv screen glows with a soft, desaturated colour. you were playing a foreign film, and half curled under a blanket. a soft lamp light glowed on your bedside table.

you don’t even look up when bucky knocks.

“yeah?”

“just me.” he says, as if it explains anything.

“you want to come in?”

he hesitates, before he opens your door.

“hey, everything okay?” you scoot over a bit on the bed, making just enough room for him, still polite, still gentle.

“yeah, just- uh, couldn’t sleep.” bucky sits down on your bed.

his stomach flips. he doesn’t deserve this kind of invitation. the way your voice hums so gently when you speak to him? the way you smell like clean sheets, and honey tea? the fact that your god damn room felt safe? it was all too much for him.

“what’s this?” he broke the silence.

“it’s called wings of desire. it’s german, and really pretty.”

“sounds depressing.”

“a little.” you smiled faintly. “but it’s soft, i like that.”

you rest your chin on your hand, elbow braced on a pillow, fully focused on the screen. you were so quiet, but so present at the same time. to him, you seemed like the type of person who listens to old jazz vinyl records, and writes real letters, the type of person who really means it when he says “i like this part.” when watching a movie.

bucky was going to fucking combust.

after a minute, you lifted your blanket, and offer it to him.

he takes it, and slips beneath it with a very awkward inch between your thighs, and his.

“you sure you’re okay?” you sipped your tea. “you wander around at night often?”

“just needed some quiet.”

you hummed, nodding.

“i’ll rewind a bit, it just started.”

“you don’t have to-”

“i don’t mind.” you did anyway, with no hesitation, like bucky belonged here, like you don’t realise just how hard he already is.

you shifted under the blanket, and your thigh bumps against his. you don’t move away, or tense, just rest your mug against your knee, and lean slightly forward to press play again.

“you’re warm.” he blurts suddenly.

you glance at him, and blink, as if the comment surprised you.

“am i?”

“yeah.”

“probably the tea.” you smile again, barely, before turning back to the movie.

ten minutes pass, and bucky doesn’t watch a second of the film.

his focus was entirely on you. the occasional shift of your shoulder brushing his, the sound of you chuckling whenever the film makes a silly joke. you’re so close, so sweet, so gentle.

he wants to bite you.

“you always this quiet?”

“mhm.” you glance at him. “too quiet?”

“no- no. it’s.. nice. peaceful.”

“you can talk if you want to.” you say it like an offer.

“you always let people just hang out in your room?”

“not really, no.“

“so why me?”

“you looked like you needed it.” you shrugged.

finally, bucky does the one thing he swore he would never do. he closes his eyes, rolls onto his side, and pretends to fall asleep. he lets his arm ‘accidentally’ settle across your waist.

still, you don’t say anything, you don’t move it, you don’t react at all. you just reached for your mug, and sipped again.

a few minutes pass like that, then you adjust slightly, stretch your arm, and accidentally bumped into something.

bucky gasps audibly.

you pause the movie.

“sorry, did i hurt you?”

“no, just sore from the mission yesterday.” he’s beet red, and half-hard.

“you should ice it, or get a massage.” you frown. concerned. your tone is so sweet, so genuine, and so unassuming.

bucky just nods like an idiot.

“yeah, maybe i will.”

and you? you just unpause the movie.

the thoughts inside his head were running wild.

‘i could fucking die right now.’

’he’s so sweet, so good.’

‘i can’t corrupt him, i won’t.. unless he asks for it, then i’m ruined.’

you don’t move again, don’t say a word. but when the movie ends, and he’s still lying there beside you, you glance down.

“falling asleep?”

“..maybe.”

“you can stay, i’ll wake you up before sunrise.”

‘he has no idea.’ bucky thinks. ‘he has no clue what he’s doing to me.’

except you do, you’re just playing along.

—

you don’t normally drink like this. usually, you’re measured, calm, and a quiet presence at the edge of the crowd. you were the gentle teammate, polite, steady, respectful.

so bucky definitely wasn’t expecting this.

the mission a few days ago went well, the thunderbolts* actually worked like a team. there were minimal injuries, and clean execution. so naturally, alexei offered to pay for drinks, and now all of you are cramped into a dark booth at a bar two blocks away from base.

ava’s in a heated pool game with john, bob’s trying to finish bingo, bucky’s sipping his whiskey, alexei’s talking to the bartender, and yelena’s slumped beside you with an arm around your shoulders, she’s the reason you’re already five drinks in.

“come on, sweet thing.” yelena grinned, pushing another glass into your hand. “we didn’t nearly die for you to sip water.”

“that’s.. not water.” you blinked.

“exactly.”

you laughed, soft, and tipsy.

bucky sat across from you, drink in hand, and he’s watching you with a downright feral fascination. he didn’t think it would be this easy to get you drunk.

you were drunk. you kept blinking slowly, and rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands. every time yelena laughed too loud, you’d just smile softly. you were touchier than usual too. your knee kept brushing his under the table, and you’re leaning into yelena’s shoulder with a soft hum.

when yelena slides out of the booth to get more drinks, he decides to strike. he leans forward, grinning.

“going to grab another round, don’t move.” she shoots the both of you a quick grin, and heads to the bar.

he waited for yelena to walk a bit further, before starting.

“you alright, sweetheart?”

you tilted your head at bucky, and your pupils were blown wide.

“mhm. you’re always so nice to me.”

“well, you make it easy.” he drawls.

“you’re just saying that.. you always tease me.”

“would you let me, if i wasn’t joking?” he tilts his head at you.

“hm?”

“if i actually tried something, would you stop me?” he raises his brows.

that shy smile of yours spreads again, and you don’t answer. instead, you lean in closer, not even on purpose, just soft, and unsteady, and your thigh brushes against his again.

bucky’s heart pounds. he sees an opening, and leans in closer from across the table.

“careful, sweetheart. someone might think you’re trying to get me to touch you.”

the second yelena was out of earshot, he got bolder. he leaned forward, just a little more, but enough that his voice can drop low, and filthy.

“if we were alone right now, i’d have you under me. spread out, moaning so loud i’d have to cover your pretty mouth.”

you kept sipping your drink.

“you’d be shaking for it, wouldn’t you? i’d have you begging for more, gripping my arms like you can’t handle it.” he’s grinning now, drunk on his own confidence.

you sigh, and then you speak. quiet, steady, and terrifyingly soft.

“bucky, you’d be crying before i even touched your cock.”

his jaw drops.

‘what the fuck?’

“you’d be the one begging. you’d forget your own name before i’m even finished with you.”

bucky lets out the tiniest breath, half a gasp, and half a moan.

‘what the actual fuck was that.’

his pupils were blown wide, and his hand clenches on his own thigh like he needed something to hold onto to physically ground himself. his mouth opens like he’s about to say something, maybe ask you to prove it, until yelena comes back.

“okay, i’m back. here’s your drinks, what did i miss?” she sets down three more drinks on the table, and drops back into her seat next to you like she had never left.

“thank you, ‘lena.” you smiled softly at her.

he lurches upright like someone had just yanked a collar around his neck. his eyes darted to yelena, and then back to you, then down to the table. he was panicked, flushed, and clearly hard.

“you good, barnes?” yelena asks.

“me? yeah. great. fine. normal.” he replies.

“what’s going on?” she turned towards you, and you shrugged.

“nothing. we were just.. uh, talking. about the mission.” he stutters.

bucky doesn’t hear the next sentence.

his mind was still stuck on your voice, stuck on the way you said such obscene things with such a sweet tone as if it wasn’t dirty at all.

you took another sip of your drink, knuckles brushing the condensation off the glass, and his gaze drops, just for a second, to your hand, to the way your fingers wrapped around the glass.

something short-circuits in his brain, because the glass looked small, like it didn’t belong there. it wasn’t even a shot glass, it was a full rocks glass.

and now bucky’s thinking about something else, about your grip. he thought about how solid it is, how sure, and how your palm alone could probably cover half of his stomach.

‘what would it feel like-’ he cut himself off by pressing his fingers to his temples. this definitely wasn’t the time to be having depraved thoughts about his fucking coworker, not when the coworker in question was literally sitting across from him.

no, no. he shouldn’t be thinking about that. except he is. he’s thinking about your fingers wrapping around something else, about your palm dragging over his cock with that innocent look in your face.

‘if his hands are big, then his cock is-’

bucky swallows hard, and shifts in his seat. he crosses his legs, and looks anywhere but at your hands, anywhere but at the fingers that could probably hold his wrists down like they’re nothing.

it broke something in him, because he definitely wasn’t prepared for all that.

fuck. he’s going to hell.

[fungifaggot]

CW: dark, necrophilia technically (IF I MADE IT INTO A FIC ISTG IT WLD HV A GOOD REASON PLZ), dub-con (i swear), gore, unstable reader, cannibalism, reeeaaaally vague sex

pre-zombie!bf who’d always set up a sleeping place and make it as cozy as possible just for you. it didn’t matter if it was in the middle of the forest, a store, a rundown mall—he’d always try to make you feel comfortable just like before the apocalypse.

pre-zombie!bf who scolded you every time you put yourself in harms way for him. it didn’t matter if he could defend himself or not, you were always doing it because you loved him.

pre-zombie!bf who did the same thing you did even if it was subconsciously. he was such a hypocrite and he didn’t even notice, but you did.

pre-zombie!bf who gave you a weird look when you asked him if he’d still love you if you were a zombie. then gave you another weird look when you asked him if he’d let you love him even if he were a man eating cannibalistic rotting walking corpse. he said yes (at some point…) to both.

pre-zombie!bf who sometimes went on secret runs while you were asleep in a safe spot. he wanted to scavenge for food and other necessities without you being in danger.

pre-zombie!bf who got stupidly bit on one of those secret runs like an idiot. he cried a little, he wasn’t going to lie. so he decided he wanted to at least cherish your last moments together.

pre-zombie!bf who started acting weird. getting a little more touchy, a little more loving. he began to be a little more emotional and open. you weren’t sure why, but you had a horrible gut feeling.

pre-zombie!bf who wanted one last night with you. but when he asked, you said no. it wasn’t because you didn’t want to, it was just… maybe that horrible feeling you had was a warning that something was going to happen if you were distracted.

pre-zombie!bf who got really fucking sad. but it was fine, he was still going to spend his last minute with you until he couldn’t.

pre-zombie!bf who snuck out and ran away as far as he could to not hurt you. he tied himself to a tree instead of killing himself—not wanting to use a weapon because he wanted to leave them all to you.

pre-zombie!bf who didn’t realise you noticed him leaving. you thought he wanted to take a huge shit or something, which is why you didn’t go after him until your head slammed onto the floor, realising that you fell asleep.

zombie!bf who you found biting and growling into the air as you approached. when you finally understood why he was acting strange, you immediately regretted not having one last intimate moment just like he wanted.

zombie!bf who no matter what you did, wouldn’t snap out of it. not like you had much hope anyway, but it never hurt to try, right?

zombie!bf who you didn’t have the guts to kill or leave alone tied like an animal. he launched at you as soon as you untied him, but you were able to hold him back.

zombie!bf who you couldn’t let go of. so now after a week, he had his arms chained behind his back with a pipe tied against his mouth. you used him to lure other zombies away—even in death he kept saving you.

zombie!bf who even with the complexion of a corpse and see through veins, still looked beautiful in your eyes.

zombie!bf who you remembered was almost begging for sex the last time you talked to him. and as you saw him slowly start to dehydrate from hunger, you decided to give him the last piece of love that he wanted so bad.

zombie!bf who aside from the unnatural growls, sounded as sweet as when he was human.

zombie!bf who’s metal pipe lay beside him as you put one of your fingers in his mouth, letting him bite it off for him to feed and for you to finally join him in shared demise.

zombie!bf who chewed on the given bone and flesh as he drank the blood that accompanied it.

zombie!bf who heard your pained groans and sad sniffs because you weren’t strong enough to go through more pain no matter how much you loved him. and as you fainted, his eyes began to get clearer and clearer.

zombie!bf who’s brain wasn’t so dead anymore.

[fungifaggot]

hi!! i wonder if i can request something where viktor asks the reader (male or gn preferably) to choke him, and the reader is a bit hesistant, afraid not to hurt him, but eventually gives in, at first being very careful, but then becoming a bit rough?

and maybe the reader has big hands and is quite strong and muscular (and vik has a size kink uwu)?

btw your pfp is cute af !!

I have never written from a male reader perspective before, so I hope this turned out okay! Thank you for the request!

Rough Day

synop: Viktor comes home after a rough day at work, you find the perfect way to brighten his day!

words: 2.5K

includes: viktorxmale!reader, bottom!viktor, top!reader, dom/sub, choking, anal, rough sex, size difference, smut, unprotected sex

a/n: contains smut! No minors!

The lock on the door unlatched, and in walked a lanky man. Eyes sunken in, with dark circles beneath. His back hunched over, clearly exhausted. With a deep exhale, he let out a sad sigh. The breath catching your attention. 

Turning from your seat in the living room, your eyes locked with Viktor’s golden gaze. His appearance was significantly more ragged than usual. He looked away from you, bringing his attention to the ground. As if he couldn’t look at you. Something was wrong. 

“You look like you’ve had a rough day.” You said, rising from the couch.

Viktor let out a breathy laugh, very unamused.

“Rough is putting it lightly.” 

“Care to tell me about it?” Worry filled your face, furrowing your brow. 

Viktor looked up as you approached him, the somber look on his face softening. 

You reached around him, helping him out of his coat and hanging it on a hook by the door. He slipped off his shoes, then set his cane on a hook beside his coat. With a thump, he pressed his face into his chest. Circling around his small frame, your strong arms pulled the man into you. This time Viktor let out a sigh of content. 

“We didn’t get the grant.” He mumbled against you. 

Looking up, his amber eyes locked with yours. A sadness filled those irises. One that you wished to dissipate. 

Your large warm hands reached to cup his face. Leaning down you pressed your lips to his. Viktor’s eyes fluttered shut as he returned the affectionate action. His lips were cold and slightly chapped, but you didn’t mind. All you wanted was to brighten the man’s day. 

“I’m sorry, V.” You lifted the man’s face to look into his eyes. “I know you worked so hard for that.” 

A thin hand reached up to cup the one on his cheek. His thumb caressed over your hands in soft circles. He shrugged, resigned to the fact that they had failed once again to secure funds for their project. 

“The next stage of Hextech will have to be put on the backburner for now.” 

It was unpleasant, watching the one you love accept defeat once again. You knew there wasn’t much you could do to help. At the bare minimum you could support and encourage him. Viktor and Jayce’s project deserved recognition, and the funds to complete it. 

So far they  managed to prove to investors the potential for Hextech to be used as an alternative energy source. However, they had not demonstrated the ability to make it stable. Viktor explained it to the best of his abilities, telling you that they needed more money in order to do so. However, those with the funds were reluctant to cash in without the inventors being able to prove that they could make a 100 percent stable energy source. 

“What can I do to make your day better?” You asked, hoping you could provide some relief after this blow. 

Chewing on his tongue, Viktor thought for a moment. Of course you would want to do something to help. It was you after all. Sighing, he shook his head. It wasn’t fair to drag you into his issues. 

“I think I’ll just relax for now. Try and,” he waved a hand around his head, “ forget about it. At least temporarily.” 

“Okay, and is there anything I can do to help you forget? Temporarily, of course.” You smiled softly.

Viktor smiled back at you. A warmth bloomed in his chest as he caught the look of adoration in your eyes. 

“Just being here is enough.” He turned to kiss the hand still cupping his cheek. 

Pulling your hand off, he studied it. Long fingers trailing against your own, tracing the outlines of the veins under the skin. It wasn’t an uncommon action, Viktor analyzing you. You didn’t mind it at all. It was just one of his ways of showing affection. Albeit an odd one, but you found it endearing. 

He flipped your hand over, continuing to trail his fingers along it. The soft touch sending a shiver through you. The man caught the response, a small smirk playing on his lips. 

“Have I told you how much I like your hands?” He hummed as he continued to touch you.

“Once or twice.” You chuckled. 

Viktor was never one to be subtle. Always letting his likes and wants be known. Thus he revealed early on how much he enjoyed your large hands. Well, that wasn’t the only thing he enjoyed that was particularly large. Truly he admired all of you. Your stature, strong frame, buff arms. Everything that he wasn’t he found enticing. 

At first it had taken you aback, how much he enjoyed your physique. Soon enough, you managed to appreciate his compliments and praise. There was the added bonus that it provided quite the entertainment for the man in the bedroom, and you were there to please. 

Viktor brought your hand to his throat, maneuvering your fingers around the column of his neck. Sighing with content, he moved his hand to your wrist. Amber eyes watched you curiously. 

Swallowing thickly, you flexed your fingers along the side of his throat. Cocking your head, you gave Viktor a confused look. While you had an idea where this was heading, you weren’t so sure if you wished to go there. 

“What are you concerned about?” Viktor asked lowly, hand still on your wrist. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You said quietly. 

Even though your sentiment was true, you could feel the blood rush to your lower extremities. Already growing hard with barely any contact. Again, Viktor was never subtle. When you knew what he wanted, it didn’t take long for you to catch up. That was evident within the growing tent of your pants. 

His eyes glanced down, a smirk playing on his lips as he realized you were already aroused. His hand moved back to yours, pressing down on your fingers around his throat. Humming with content, he closed his eyes. Enjoying the rush to his brain at the pressure. 

Despite seeing Viktor’s enthusiasm, you were still concerned. While you didn’t want to patronize him, you couldn’t ignore the strength disparity between the two of you. He sometimes seemed so fragile, something you were afraid you would break if not handled with care. Viktor did his best to reassure you, but you could find yourself stuck in your ways. Though, you were always willing to try, even if you had your reservations. 

“I want it.” He opened his eyes, filled with lust. “I want you.” That was all you needed. 

Without a moment to lose, you used the hand around his throat to bring him toward you. Clashing your lips with his. Groaning, he allowed your tongue to tangle with his. Everything was growing warm, hot, and wet. Despite always having him, you could never get enough of the man’s taste. The lingering flavor of his afternoon coffee still on his tongue. Pulling away, you watched as the string of saliva between you snapped. The sight shooting straight down your body. Fuck, you needed him, and clearly, he needed this. 

“You’re sure?” You breathe the question against his lips, hand tightening around his throat. 

“Yes!” He gasped out, eyes rolling back as the pressure increased. 

Licking your lips, you thought of the next steps. To make sure this was as safe as possible. Truly you did not want to hurt him. Or at least hurt him permanently. You didn’t think you could live with yourself if you did that to Viktor. 

“Three taps. That’s the signal when you can’t speak.” You pressed a hot kiss to his lips as he nodded. “And you know what to say if you can.”

Viktor nodded again, and you tsked.

“Demonstrate it to me.” You squeezed his throat. 

Immediately, Viktor tapped three times against your arm. You released his throat. While he didn’t want it to end, he knew that you would if he didn’t listen. 

“Mmm, good. Now what do you say if it’s too much?”

“Red.” He breathed out.

“Good.” You pressed another kiss against his lips. 

Quickly, your adventure led to your bedroom. Clothes were stripped off and strewn about on the floor, leaving you and Viktor fully exposed. His hand reached for your cock, but you stopped him with a squeeze to his throat and a look of warning. Tutting, you pushed him onto the bed. With your hand still on his throat you crawled on top. The man beneath you shuddering with anticipation. Eyes wide as he awaited your next move.

Leaning down, you whispered into his ear. Hand tightening around his throat as he gasped.

“You don’t get to do anything unless I say so. Got it?” You lifted back up to watch his response. 

Shaking in your hold, he nodded frantically.

“Good boy.” You leaned down and kissed him. Tongue sliding against his, making him groan. 

“You know, I’m starting to really enjoy this.” Your hand squeezed again, making Viktor’s eyes roll back in ecstasy. “You’re so responsive.” 

Looking at the man’s cock, you spotted a bead of precum at the tip. You reached around his length, earning yourself a yelp. Damn, he really was sensitive.

“You know what to do if you need me to stop.” You said lowly.

Viktor nodded, eyes wide. Afraid that you would stop what you were doing. Instead, you continued. Hand gripping his cock harder, while the other continued to squeeze his throat. You could tell it wouldn’t take long for Viktor to finish. The red flush of his tip and his shivering form indicating he was ready to burst at any moment. 

“I don’t even have to do anything,” you chuckled to yourself, “just squeeze a little, and you come undone so easily. Don’t you, baby?”

Hot spurts of cum shot out of Viktor’s cock. A loud moan accompanying his release. His eyes were tightly shut as he came harder than he ever had before. 

“Fuck!” He cried out as ropes of his cum continued to shoot out. 

His belly was covered in his release. Teasingly, you dipped your finger in and placed it in your mouth. Groaning at his taste. Somewhat sweet, with a lovely bitter tang. 

“You taste so good.” You breathed against his lips, following your statement with a kiss. Forcing the man to taste himself on your tongue. 

Feeling a little neglected yourself, you reached down fisting your cock. The lewd sight before you making you twitch with anticipation. 

“Think you can take some more?” You asked.

“Yes! Please!” Viktor begged, already feeling himself grow hard again.

“Hmmm, good boy.” 

Viktor whined as you pulled away. Watching with bated breath as you reached for the lube inside your bedside table. After you grabbed the bottle, you poured some onto your fingers. Viktor jumped slightly at the feeling of the cool liquid on his hole. 

“Relax for me.” You commanded, then smiled as Viktor rested his body and nodded.

With soft circles, you lubed up his hole. Thick fingers prodded at the entrance, then pressed in. Viktor gasped at the intrusion, then moaned as you pushed further in. Fingers curling in, making him moan even louder. 

Your free hand reached for his throat again and squeezed. 

“Oh fuck yes!” He groaned. 

When he was well prepared, you grabbed the lube and poured some on your cock. You shivered as the cool feeling hit your heated flesh. Fisting your cock, you spread the lube along your length. Lining up with his hole, you sucked in a breath. The best was yet to come. 

“You ready?” You asked, and Viktor nodded.

Slowly, you pressed in groaning at the tightness. Pushing past that ring of resistance, you bottomed out. Reaching deep within Viktor, you felt the man clench around your length. His overstimulated body shivering at the feeling of you inside him. 

“Fuck, so tight…” You moaned out.

Your eyes locked with Viktor’s who was waiting. He wiggled his hips, begging for you to move. Not yet though, you would tease him. Just a little bit is all. Grabbing his throat once more, you gave a hard squeeze.

“So impatient, I could just leave you like this. Enjoy you warming my cock, huh?”

“No!” Viktor gasped out. “Please, don’t leave me like this.” He almost looked teary eyed.

You moved back, then slammed back in. Yelping, Viktor clenched at the bedsheets. 

“What do you want me to do, V? Use this tight little hole? Make you mine?” Your hand squeezed his neck again, his eyes rolling back in pure bliss. 

“Please… Ah! Please, use me!” He cried out as you began to move again. 

“As you wish.”

You began to pound into him. Squelching from his lubed up hole filled the room, mixed with his moans of pleasure. As you slid in and out you could feel your own release building up. The tightness within you growing, just ready to burst. 

Quickly, you pulled out of him, then flipped the man over. One hand gripping his throat, pulling his small body against your chest. Cock pounding in and out of him, bouncing him on your length. Hot groans reverberating against Viktor’s neck as you used his body to your content. Fulfilling the man’s desire, to be used. 

Your cock hit just the right spots within Viktor. He could feel his own release growing. Both of your moans getting louder and louder with each slide of your cock. As you slid in and out of his tight heat, you could feel the tell-tale signs of Viktor’s impending release. The tightening of his walls, his shivering body, the gasping moans. His cock twitching as you pushed in and out of him, ready for his body to come undone. 

“Cum for me, Viktor.” You commanded.

And he listened, cock spurting out hot ropes of cum. Splattering his stomach again as you continued to slam into his tight hole. His walls clenching around you was your own undoing. Your own cock filled him with warmth as you let out a low ground. Teeth clenched as your cum spurted within him, your cock twitching with oversensitivity as you finished. 

Breathing heavily, you twisted Viktor’s face to kiss him deeply. Your cock still buried in him, still twitching with aftershocks. Sloppily, you continued to lock your lips with his. Both of you groaning as you kiss. Pulling away, you maneuvered the man back down onto the bed, still keeping your cock in him. 

As you smile down on him,  he brightly smiles back. Somehow looking significantly more refreshed than he had before fucking the daylights out of him. 

“Someone looks happy.” You laughed softly.

“It’s because I am.” He reached up to cup your face, trailing his hand down your neck and torso. Making sure to appreciate your sculpted body with a teasing finger, making your abs flex. 

“I’m glad to see that.” You gave him a peck before slowly sliding out. A smile on your face as the man beneath you moaned. 

“Thank you,” Viktor sighed with content, “I needed that. I need you.” He smiled at you.

“I hope you know,” you kissed him softly, “I need you too.” 

[fungifaggot]

saint and sin — sunday

incubus top male reader x priest angel! sunday

dub con! religious theme (?)

sunday adjusted the stole over his shoulders and stepped into the confessional booth, sitting down on the chair as he readied himself for the confessions.

the other side remained silence, but when sunday heard the wooden floor creak, he knew that someone was approaching the booth.

“forgive me, father,” you said, voice low with feigned remorse. “for i have sinned.”

sunday’s soft voice came through like a blessing. “confess, my dear. god is listening.”

you smirked, leaning forward. “i’ve been… having dirty thoughts about a certain man.”

you heard the silence. so you continued.

“he’s a man of faith. a priest. whom i see here often…”

and you heard the angel’s breath hitch.

“…go on.” he urged you, his voice tense as your smirk widened.

“he has such a pretty when he speaks of purity. i can’t help but wonder what it would look like… around my cock.” you purred, your tail swinging behind you before moving inside the hole of the confessional booth.

and that was when sunday confirmed your identity.

“devil.” he hissed, his hand slapping your tail away. your rail retreated as a mocking laugh escaped your lips.

“i think about bending that angel over the altar.” you continued, your voice sounding more like… a distant fog to sunday’s ears.

“and why does a devil like you lust after someone who is holy?”

“because he is holy.” you said, and you swear you just heard him shudder, your heightened sense picking up the sound of robes shuffling.

“are you thinking about it now, father?” you purred. “what would your flock think, seeing you with your robes pulled up and my cock inside you right here in your own confessional?”

and then you pushed open the other side of the booth.

sunday gasped, his ear wings fluttering in panic. his face was flushed as he turned to you, embarrassingly hard beneath his robes.

“a devil… n-no. an incubus?”

your eyes gleamed. “you’re no saint.”

he couldn’t speak. his halo flickered weakly above his head, his ear wings twitching in shame as he attempted to move back, despite the enclosed space.

you laughed at how pathetic he looked, locking the door behind you.

“this is— blasphemy—“

“why should a devil care?” you chuckled, bringing a hand right beside his cheek, moving to rub the tip of the angel’s ear wing, making him whimper.

and that alone made your cock twitch.

you pulled him by his wrist and bent him over, earning you a gasp as he squirmed under your hold. “let me go!—“

“no way.” you hummed, your tail lifting his robe up.

“angel.” you whispered, leaning over his back as your tail pulled down his pants and underwear, your hand moving under the lifted robe.

“you’re fucking hard.”

you grabbed his cock and he whined, grabbing your hand and trying to pull it away but to no avail, you were much stronger.

your other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it back, making cry out as his spine arched. “what kind of angel are you? so fucking sinful.”

“stop it. stop it. you devil—! don’t touch me!“ he was persistent as he squirmed and shake, trying to push you away. however, you weren’t patient.

you tugged on his hair and devoured his lips in a kiss that was nothing short of blasphemy.

your tongue was longer, hotter than human, sinfully slick as it forced its way into his mouth—claiming every inch. sunday choked on it, his slender fingers clawing at your wrists, but he couldn’t pull away.

his lashes fluttered, a shiver wracking his spine. then it hit him harder. a sudden heat surged through his entire body. his breath grew ragged. his knees buckled.

your saliva—thick with aphrodisiac. your kind’s natural venom.

when you finally broke the kiss, a line of spit clung between your tongues. sunday was panting, dazed, eyes wide.

“you—drugged me,” he gasped, trembling.

you laughed, licking your lips. “no, father. i’m just naturally toxic.”

wunday whimpered at your comment, his body giving out as he no longer felt the need to push you away. but he swears, it was the aphrodisiac, and this body—this stupid human body. you hummed at the way he looked like, dazed and bent, your tail lifting the fallen robe up once again.

his thighs shivered, your hand still gripping his hair while your other hand moved down to his cock before beginning to pump it. he moaned, tears escaping his eyes as pleasure coursed through his whole body. your pace increased, making him cry out, quickly reaching his climax. thick ropes of cum shot out of his cock, your eyes widening at how fast he just came.

“you don’t do this often?”

“i don’t do… unholy.”

you laughed at that, the tip of your tail nudging his rim, making him flinch. “w-wait. what are you—nghh?!”

your tail pushed in, slow and needy, stretching his hole with an almost reverent pressure. he let out a choked cry, legs shaking as his back arched deeper. the aphrodisiac in your saliva had done its job—he was burning from the inside, hole twitching around you despite the uncomfortable feeling of your tail inside him.

your tail sank deeper into him, curling slightly to rub right against that sweet, hidden spot. “you’re so sinful right now, father.”

sunday moaned—a sharp, desperate sound. his cock dripped untouched beneath him.

you pulled your cock out of your pants, pumping it, tugging on his hair as your tail fucked him, all while watching him unravel—bent over, flushed, drooling, thighs trembling with every pulse of your tail inside him.

“you’re going to cum just from this, aren’t you?” you murmured, leaning close to his ear.

his voice was cracked with moans now—raw and unholy. every thrust of your tail made him jerk forward, his ear wings fluttering as he covered his flushed face. the wooden walls echoed with the wet sound of him taking it, body betraying every vow he’d ever made.

and still, your cock throbbed in your fist—aching to claim the space your tail had opened so perfectly.

“you can take more,” you growled. “you’re already ruined. why stop now?”

sunday tried to protest, but it came out as a sob. “no—don’t—”

but you were already pulling your tail out slowly and pressing the blunt, hot tip of your cock against his stretched hole.

he trembled.

you pushed in.

the stretch made him scream—high, broken.

you didn’t stop.

you drove into him like he was made for it—your cock burying itself inch by inch, deeper than your tail ever could. and just as he started to shudder from the overwhelming fullness—

you slid your tail back in alongside it.

double-stuffed. the stretch obscene. his body clenching around both, trembling from the overload. he drooled onto the wood, legs trembling violently.

“look at you,” you whispered against his ear. “an angel split open on demon cock. does heaven still hear you when you moan like this?”

sunday sobbed—his eyes rolling back, too overstimulated to respond.

but you weren’t done.

you laughed at the state he was in, fucking him without a care in the word. you pressed your chest against his back, a purr escaping your lips as his ear wings fluttered, no longer covering his fucked out face. his hole clenched, wrapping tightly around your cock as you rammed his insides along with your tail, making sure to feel every inch of your dick—making sure that his hoe remembers your dick, and how stuffed it felt.

you continued as he moaned, drool escaping his lips as his eyes rolled back, feeling the knot coiling in his stomach as he neared his climax. your pace increased, your other hand grabbing his dick and pumping it in rhythm with your thrusts. soon, he was cumming, a mix of a broken moan and cry escaping his throat as you tugged his hair back, your cock spilling its loads inside the angel.

he whimpered and sobbed, the uncomfortable heat on his stomach and entire body still lingering. “n-no… more. please…. it burns.” he sobbed as he turned around, his face a fucked put mess as he looked at you.

and oh, gods. you swear you’re defiling even the heavens with this man.

[fungifaggot]

bob cries when he cums alert the press

[fungifaggot]

Okay but imagine Viktor begging reader during sex to make him a mommy (daddy) so badly and reader is like "whatever you say pretty boy". Then later on he actually gives Viktor a baby in the form of an orphaned newborn??? (Or if Viktor is trans in this scenario, and wants to of course, he could actually get knocked up!)

Idk I've always thought he would make a good parent and reading that little pregnancy snippet from your latest Viktor ask got me giggling and kicking my legs,,,

(I absolutely love your work btw, thanks for feeding us!)

The look of love

| Viktor x male reader

| Warnings: smut, baby fever? If you have disphoria over this id recommend skipping this one ^^ short angst (no pain tho) fluff 🧡 you pick the babies name

| brief mention of “knotting”

| Caitvi Aunty's (everyone is happy IDC)

Authors note: I'm absolutely happy you enjoy my work!! LOL I'm happy to be feeding you guys

Summery: you and Viktor are madly in love, life is as glorious as it can get. During one of your shared nights, Viktor makes a request, one that has been plauging his mind for awhile. Are you ready for the next step? What if he has doubts when you suddenly “stray away”?

The streets of Piltover were alive with the spirit of the holidays, people were already getting ready for Christmas even if Thanksgiving was just the day before. Strings of lights illuminated the cobblestones, and wreaths adorned the doors of bustling shops. A thin layer of snow blanketed the city, crunching beneath your boots as you walked hand in hand with Viktor. The air was crisp, your breaths visible as faint clouds.

It had become a cherished tradition—these evening strolls to a cozy café not far from your shared home. The two of you would sip tea, occasionally indulge in a sweet pastry, and talk about everything and nothing at all. It was during these simple moments you felt closest to Viktor, his sharp mind tempered by the softness he reserved only for you.

But tonight, Viktor’s steps faltered as you passed a familiar shop window. You turned to see him gazing at the display—a beautifully carved wooden cradle lined with soft, white blankets. The warmth in his amber eyes was tinged with something else: longing and uncertainty.

"Viktor?" you asked gently, squeezing his hand.

He flinched, as though caught in a private moment. "Ah, forgive me," he said, his accent softening the words. "It’s nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. You’d noticed this subtle change in him over the past few weeks. Every time you passed this shop, his demeanor shifted. A quiet part of you suspected the reason, but you didn’t push. Viktor had always been a careful thinker, needing time to sort his thoughts before sharing them.

Viktor had always been reserved, his brilliance often outshining his ability to share his personal desires. Yet, over time, in the quiet moments shared in your shared home, Viktor began to hint at something deeply personal: a longing to have a family.

One evening, after a particularly tender moment between you, Viktor finally spoke, his voice hesitant but filled with hope.

"I know it’s… unrealistic, but I have been thinking about… what it might be like to have a child," he murmured, his golden-brown eyes searching your face.

You two laid in bed, you reading a book, Viktor’s body on top of yours, the soft light of the lamp illuminated his golden eyes, he looked beautiful.

“Really? How long?” Your eyes peeled away from the pages, gently setting the book down as you caressed his head. “Is that why you seemed more nervous around that shop down the street?”

“You noticed? How long did you know?” Viktors face flushed, his soft smile appeared, his eyes gently creased as he sat up on your lap. “Of course, I notice everything about you” you smiled back as you brought him into a hug, pecking his forehead. “Hmm” he hummed, pulling the fluffy blankets of your shared bed closer. “How long have I put up with you again?” He joked “let's see….6 years 8 months and..” you looked over at the clock “3 hours” you concluded “ever the observant one you are” viktor rolled his eyes snickering. "If that’s what you want, then I’ll find a way to make it happen.” As you held him closer.

For the next few days, you let him feel the process

Viktors sweaty body curled up into yours, he smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, scented body oil. After a long night in the lab, you had given Viktor a massage for his aching back, things got frisky in the bathroom after, and while getting ready for bed, he got unreasonably affectionate out of nowhere. Climbing over you and pressing kisses on your neck, you just could not indulge in him.

His moans and his tears getting the best of him, his arms pulling you close as you thrust in him, he insisted of no protection, claiming he only wanted to feel you. Your larger arms holding his hips up, tossing his leg over your shoulder, the new position ripping whines and much louder moans out of his mouth.

“P-pLEASE!” his gasping and whimpers were absolutely beautiful, your own sounds mixing with his, making the moment feel even more hot “please please please-! W-want your kids” his mind hazy, eyes rolled back along with his head “what?”

You did know of his wish, but for him to blurt it out while FUCKING him gave you a rush of adrenaline

You momentarily stopped your hips, his sobbing at your halting as he begged you “don't stop please” he tried covering his previous plee, shifting his body to try and subdue you into continuing “no. Repeat that I won't continue if you don't” your Sturn voice sent shivers down his spine,

Viktor bit his lip as he looked into your eyes “I want your kids” he whines “p-please sir” his desperate circling of his hips to feel anything, to feel you “that's my boy” your hips plugging deeper into him, tossing both his legs up, pushing him into a mating press, his gasp for air, the bulge of you appearing and disappearing as Viktor looked absolutely fucked out of his mind, drool cascading down his chin if his eyes were open you could see hearts blooming in his pupils. His fingers scratching down your back in faded red lines. The rough rocking of the bed and the *thump* of the headboard would surely leave marks in the wallpaper.

Viktors body covered in his cum, yours dripping out into a frothy ring connecting you together, if you were a werewolf you surely would've knotted him by now, pumping him full of your kids. His neck absolutely covered in marks, his slim waist was enough to make you go crazy. You both continued for hours, you were going to give him a child, no matter how impossible.

The next week, while Viktor immersed himself in his latest project at the lab, you began your own research. Adoption, surrogacy, even more experimental options—anything that might allow you to bring a child into your lives. You poured over articles, reached out to organizations, and started drafting letters of inquiry.

It wasn’t long before Viktor noticed your sudden preoccupation. At first, he chalked it up to your own work. But as days turned into weeks, and your time together seemed to dwindle, doubts began to creep into his mind.

He caught himself watching you when you weren’t looking, analyzing every small change in your behavior. Were you growing distant? Distracted? He couldn’t help but remember the stories he’d heard of partners straying, especially when one would express desires for a child

One evening, as you sat hunched over your desk, Viktor approached quietly. “You have been very busy lately,” he said, his tone light but probing.

You glanced up, startled. “I—yeah, just working on something important.”

“Something you cannot share with me?” The question was casual, but the way he avoided your eyes betrayed his unease.

Your heart sank as realization dawned. Setting your pen down, you crossed the room to him. “Viktor, no. It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly. “Have I done something wrong?”

“Of course not!” You cupped his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. “I would never hide something from you to hurt you.”

“Then why?” he whispered, the vulnerability in his eyes breaking your heart.

You took a deep breath. “I was trying to surprise you,” you admitted. “I’ve been researching ways we could start a family. I wanted it to be a gift for Christmas.”

For a moment, Viktor simply stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, his lips parted in a soft, disbelieving laugh. “You were doing this… for us?”

“Always for us,” you said, resting your forehead against his. “I want this as much as you do.”

The tension melted from his frame, and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as if you might disappear.

As the holiday approached, the two of you finalized your plans. An adoption agency had responded positively to your inquiry, and though the process would be long, you were both prepared to face it together.

On Christmas morning, as the snow fell in soft flurries outside, you and Viktor sat by the fire, a small box resting in his lap. Inside was a tiny pair of knitted baby booties—your way of solidifying the promise you’d made to each other.

Viktor held them in his hands, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “They are perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

“Not as perfect as the life we’ll build together,” you said, pulling him into a tender kiss.

“I love you”

“I love you more”

The weeks that followed were filled with an energy you hadn’t felt in years. The decision to adopt an orphaned newborn had sparked a flurry of activity. Viktor, ever the perfectionist, threw himself into preparing a room for the baby. His ingenuity turned the small spare room into a haven of warmth and wonder.

The walls, once bare, were now painted in soft shades of blue, hints of purple and cream, accented by hand-drawn designs of stars, moons. Viktor spent hours crafting intricate mobile designs—one of gears and constellations that would spin gently above the cradle.

“You’re spoiling them already,” you teased one evening, leaning in the doorway as Viktor meticulously adjusted a tiny gear on the mobile.

“Nonsense,” he replied with a smirk, though his focus didn’t waver. “they deserves only the best.”

Mel’s idea for a baby shower caught you both off guard.

“A baby needs a proper welcome,” she declared, waving a hand dismissively when Viktor protested about not wanting too much attention. “Besides, this is Piltover—every milestone deserves a celebration.”

The party was held at your home, the decorations a mix of both your interests with baby-themed touches. Heimerdinger showed up with a custom-built, steam-powered rocking horse that Viktor admired for its mechanical precision. Caitlyn and Vi arrived with a stack of gifts, from practical onesies to a tiny pair of boots that Vi insisted would be “great for kicking ass someday.”

Jayce, ever the boisterous friend, brought a small toolbox filled with baby-safe gadgets. “For his first experiments,” he joked, nudging Viktor, who chuckled despite himself.

Mel, of course, went all out, gifting an elegant yet sturdy crib crafted from rare wood. “Something fit for Piltover’s next great inventor,” she said with a wink.

As the evening went on, Viktor stood by your side, his arm around your waist as he surveyed the room filled with your closest friends. “I never imagined…” he began softly, his voice trailing off.

“You deserve this,” you murmured, leaning into him. “We both do.”

As you gathered around the cake, topped with goggles for a boy and a swan for a girl. You and Viktor stood side by side, you pulling him into a side hug with both your hands wrapped around the knife, smiles beeming at each other, heimerdinger and Mel taking plenty of pictures. You took a deep breath before cutting the cake, the cheers and laughter as you looked down at the cake, blue sprinkles.

You were having a boy

Caitlyn was embracing a teary eyed vi, Mel popping blue poppers, heimerdinger clapping and spewing praises and congratulations, jayce whistling and hugging you both, sharing his own congratulations as you hugged Viktor tight, tears of joy streaming down both your faces.

That night, as you lay in bed, Viktor held your hand tightly. “A son,” he whispered, as though saying it aloud would make it more real.

The weeks leading up to bringing the baby home were a whirlwind of preparation and anxiety. Despite all your planning, there were moments of doubt.

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Viktor asked one evening, his fingers tapping nervously against the armrest of his chair.

You knelt in front of him, taking his hands in yours. “He’s going to love you, Viktor. How could he not? You’re kind, brilliant, and you’ve already put so much love into building a home for him.”

He gestured toward his cane, his voice laced with worry. “I cannot give him the life a father should.”

“You’re wrong,” you said firmly. “You’ll give him everything he needs. Love, guidance, and the knowledge that he’s the most important part of our lives.”

The day finally arrived. You both stood at the entrance of the adoption center, your hands tightly clasped as the caseworker wheeled in a tiny bassinet. The baby was impossibly small, wrapped snugly in a soft blue blanket.

When the caseworker gently placed him in Viktor’s arms, you watched as your husband’s expression softened in a way you’d never seen before.

“He’s so… perfect” Viktor whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Tears pricked your eyes as you leaned over to stroke the baby’s tiny hand. “Welcome home, little one.”

The first night at home was surreal. The baby, whom you’d decided to name s/n, seemed content in his new surroundings, his soft coos filling the quiet of your home.

Viktor spent hours by the cradle, watching over him with a look of pure awe. When you finally convinced him to rest, you found him sitting in the rocking chair, s/n cradled against his chest as he hummed a lullaby in his native tongue.

“You’re a natural" you whispered, pressing a kiss to Viktor’s temple.

He looked up at you, his eyes shining. “This… this is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

The days that followed were filled with love and discovery. Caitlyn and Vi visited frequently, Vi playfully dubbing herself “Auntie Vi” and making exaggerated promises to teach s/n how to box when he was older.

Heimerdinger stopped by with more contraptions, one of which Viktor discreetly modified to ensure it was actually safe for a baby.

Even Mel, who claimed she wasn’t fond of children, found herself enchanted by s/n tiny smile.

Your family was growing, you loved your family even more.

Some moments of raising the kid! (I teared up writing some of these guys)

° Sleepless Nights: the babies cries often pierced the silence of the night, jolting both of you awake. Viktor, ever determined to do his part, insisted on taking turns rocking s/n back to sleep. One night, you found him softly humming a tune as he cradled your son, his eyes heavy with exhaustion but his expression full of love.

“You should rest,” you whispered, leaning against the doorway.

He shook his head, smiling. “This is rest, in its own way. He is worth every moment.”

° First Words: s/n’s first babbles became a constant source of entertainment. You and Viktor would sit on the floor with him, encouraging every sound. One day, as Viktor leaned close, s/n reached out and mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like “Papa.”

Viktor froze, his amber eyes wide. “Did you hear that?”

“I did,” you said with a grin. “You’re officially ‘Papa’ now.”

° First Steps: s/n’s first unsteady steps came during one of Viktor’s quieter work days. He’d been tinkering with a small device at the kitchen table when s/n determined to get closer, let go of the chair he’d been holding onto.

“Look!” you gasped, pointing as s/n took a shaky step toward Viktor.

Viktor immediately abandoned his work, crouching down with his arms outstretched. “Come on, s/n. You can do it.”

When s/n finally tumbled into his arms, the pride and joy on Viktor’s face were unmatched

° School Days: S/n’s first day of school was a bittersweet moment. Dressed in a tiny uniform, he clung to Viktor’s leg, tears brimming in his big eyes.

“Do I have to go?” he asked, his voice wavering.

Viktor knelt down, brushing S/n’s hair back. “Yes, but only for a little while. And when you come home, you can tell us all about your adventures.”

° School Achievements: When your son brought home his first perfect score on a test, Viktor displayed it proudly on the refrigerator. “This is only the beginning my little star” he told him, his voice filled with praise.

Watching Viktor interact with S/n—whether it was helping him build a science project, reading him a bedtime story, or simply holding him close after a bad dream—you knew that the love you shared had created something extraordinary.

As S/n drifted off to sleep one evening, his tiny hand clutching Viktor’s, you leaned against your husband and whispered, “We’ve done pretty well, haven’t we?”

Viktor smiled, his gaze soft as he looked at his son. “We have more than I ever dared to hope for.”

And in the warmth of that moment, you knew your little family was the greatest invention of all.

[fungifaggot]

Adam Warlock Relationship Headcanons !!

warnings, none!!

note, AYEE I LOVE ME SOME ADAM

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Adam is incredibly in tune with his emotions. However, when he meets you first, he’s confused about why he feels so drawn to you.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He doesn’t understand flirting, but he’s unintentionally charming because of his sincerity. When he says something like, "I find your presence… pleasing. It makes my chest feel… warm."—he means it COMPLETELY seriously.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He even took the time to ask Quill of all people to help regulate how he felt about you. Turns out that was a complete disaster for him 💀 Peter teased him relentlessly, telling Adam that he was in fact in love with you. Adam managed to grumble out a, "Thanks." before leaving a laughing Quill behind.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Once he realizes he likes you, he’s all in. He plays no games! He simply looks at you one day and says, "I have determined that I care for you deeply. Will you allow me to court you?" And after that the rest is history 😼

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Adam is very protective of you, although he knows your a formidable fighter he can't stop himself from worrying about you from time to time.

If you’re hurt, even a small scrape, Adam panics. He cradles your hand like it’s the most delicate thing in the universe and dramatically vows, "I will not allow harm to come to you again."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He is so unintentionally clingy!! He’s always standing way too close, leaning in when you talk, or absentmindedly touching your arm. But you don't mind it one bit. It's nice having a personal sun near you at all times.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When he kisses you, it’s soft but incredibly focused, like he’s trying to memorize every second of it. If you tease him or make him flustered, he does not know how to handle it. The poor man will just short circuit entirely.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He is so blunt most of the time and he honestly cannot help it😭 If you ask him how you look, expect something like, "You always appear visually pleasing to me. That has not changed." He means well, he swears!!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° If he ever sees someone flirting with you? Oh, he does not get jealous in the conventional way. Instead, he’ll just stare at them, step directly in front of you, and say in the most serious tone, "Your advances are unnecessary. They are already spoken for."

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° He does not understand sarcasm. At all. If you say something like, "Oh sure, Adam, let’s totally fight a hundred enemies by ourselves, what a great idea," he’ll just nod seriously and say, "I agree. Though, statistically, our chances of survival are low." That just makes you facepalm and hug the man.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° All in all you love the man and wouldn't change anything about him <33

additional note ! NETTEASE BUFF ADAM PLEASE 💔

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[fungifaggot]

I watched thunderbolts last night and that shit was so peak.

[fungifaggot]

Would anyone and i mean ANYONE read ‘male reader’ lord of the rings content if i wrote it?

Legolas is so god damn fine and its eating me alive.

[fungifaggot]

this is just my late night horny rambles . . cum swallowing, praise (only for a sentence or two), blowjob insinuated, reader receiving said blowjob, fluff?

any male character you love — made with kunigami in mind

minors read @ your own discretion,, reblogs + likes are encouraged ♡

warm, sticky cum flowed down his throat as he bats his eyelashes. he keeps your cock lodged in his throat for a few more moments as if savoring the feeling of it throbbing against the muscles of his throat.

"yeah.. g-good boy.." you'd mumble softly, earning the gentlest of whimpers at the praise. it was a treat for you to see your boyfriend so needy. the way he kneels between your legs, takes your cock down his throat so eagerly, and swallows your cum as if it were the best meal on earth.

he pulls his head back to take your now softening cock out of his mouth and wipes the corners of his mouth, pressing his cheek against your inner thigh and pouting softly.

"did i do good?" a soft mumble, barely distinguishable from the way his lips were smushed together. you laugh softly, hands running through his hair.

"you always do amazing, darling."

[fungifaggot]

Hi

:)

-Guts

Hi, how are you hon. Whats new with you?

ps. sorry for ignoring everyone’s inbox messages, im back ;)

[fungifaggot]

Bottom!FTM Peter Parker x Top!Male Reader

i once again changed my mind on the spidey fic after writing 912 words of smut so. just take this. all you need to know is that reader is similar to how peter has spider DNA, you can imagine whatever DNA

cw: pheromones, cum as lube, anal sex, vaginal sex, squirting, daddy kink, possessiveness, creampie

“We’ve been too busy to spend time together…and no one’ll bother you for the rest of the day...” He walks over to you and reaches for the door handle to close the door and lock it. He wraps his arms around your neck. “You can do whatever you want. It's your reward.”

“Whatever I want?” Your hands move to his waist. “Are you sure? Because I’m very pent up, sweetheart.”

Peter slides his hands down from your shoulders to your belt buckle, his body going down simultaneously. He kneels and works quickly to free the tent in your pants. “Don't worry. I have good stamina.” He winks, dragging his tongue along your cock.

As you watch him seduce you with his blowjob skills, your thoughts about him start to bubble up. The fears and desires you’ve been ignoring are coming back full swing. You want him all to yourself. Keep him trapped in a little cage, clip his wings. Make sure nobody has the opportunity to even consider taking him away from you.

But you know you can't. Not to that extent. However…

Peter lovingly deepthroats your length, his lips stretching for you.

You can still make sure he belongs to you. You grab his hair and pull him off of you. “Take your pants off and bend over for me.” You order. He quickly stands up and hurriedly follows your command, pressing his hands against the wall and jutting his ass out for you. You don't doubt your underlings could make something to help you out. You quickly stroke yourself over his ass.

He's right in the palm of your hand. Everything he is, everything he will be, is yours.

His body twitches cutely as your cum splatters on his body. You cover your fingers with your cum and gently work his ass open, making sure to properly prep him. It's like you're marking him.

“Everything about you is so big~” Peter moans softly.

“You like it big, baby?” You push a third finger inside him.

“Mhm~ because it's you.” He discreetly sticks his hands to the wall, making sure he doesn't fall. You have no idea how long he's been pining over you. How often he's used dildos and sex toys to practice for if, and now when, he has sex with you. “I can wear a plug for you next time.” He says as your fingers slip out.

“You're perfect, you know that?” Your cock slowly breaches his rim. Well, he's almost perfect. There's still more to smooth out, but you have plenty of time to properly mold him. You reach over to his t-dick. He bites down on his lip as you stroke him. He sounds unbelievably sexy when he's trying to stay quiet.

As you get closer to bottoming out, Peter squirts. “Sss- sorry~” He gasps. “Don't stop~”

“Don't apologize, baby.” You start to rock your hips. “You're so fuckin’ sexy.” You groan.

Peter presses his head against the wall, saliva dripping down his chin as he forgets to swallow. “Daddy~” His lips tremble.

You subconsciously dig your nails into his waist, furiously turned on by what he said. He’s making your possessiveness worse. “Shit–” You press your torso against his back, fucking him more roughly. You bury your face in his shoulder, trying your hardest not to let your instincts take over.

Peter’s legs are so close to giving out.

“‘M gonna come..” You huff.

“Inside~ do it inside~” He mewls.

You fulfill his request and pump his ass full of your cum. You catch your breath. “You're driving me crazy, Peter.”

You reach for his neck and wrap your hand around it, gently pulling him to your chest. “Tired?”

“No- no, keep going-” He's surprised you're still hard.

“How about I use your pussy next, sweetheart?” You pull out of his ass and grab his thigh, lifting it in the air. Your cum dribbles down onto the ground, leaving a bigger mess to get cleaned up.

He shudders and nods. “Use me, Daddy~” He rests his head against your shoulder. “Fill me up~” He bites down on his lip as your cock slides inside his cunt.

“You're such a good little toy for me.” You slightly tighten your grip on his throat. “So perfect, just for me.” Your voice has a slight growl. Peter's spider senses go off. Not to warn him of danger, not necessarily, but to alert him of something different. Chills run down his spine as he struggles to figure out what that something is.

It feels…familiar yet somehow unknown. His body starts to adjust to this revelation.

“Fuck—” You can feel his pussy tightening even more around you. An intoxicating scent fills your nose. Pheromones.

He can smell yours too. He can't make sense of it now, he’s already starting to slip into a pheromone drunken state and the same goes for you.

“I can't...” You pull out and turn him around so he faces you. He quickly wraps his arms and legs around you for balance. You quickly enter him again and don't hesitate to pound into him. You bury your nose into the crook of his neck, taking his scent in directly. “You smell so good.”

Peter loses his ability to hold back, his moans echoing in the large room. “I’m gonna come~!” He whines.

“Good boy, squirt on Daddy's cock.” You sink your teeth into him right as he squirts. You come shortly after him.

He smiles before falling asleep.

[fungifaggot]

hello hello! i’ve asked a few other writers this one but no ones responded… but.. t4t tmasc vik x tmasc reader scissoring/thing humping? idk it’s been on my mind for waaay too long and i just need to get it out 😔

anyways have a great day/night! xoxo 🤍🤍

we under the stars // my thighs between your thighs

viktor x transmasc reader (t4t)

cw: thigh humping, drunk fucking, making out, semi-clothed fucking, reader wears a binder, crying (both vik and reader), slightly dom!reader but you both end up a wet mess at the end už nemůžu = i can't anymore in czech summary: viktor gets needy after some shots of vodka, so you both leave the party for a couple minutes note: you wanted t4t humping you get t4t humping, anon. btw the title is not a song lyric (or maybe it will be for a song in the rockstar fic but idk). also this takes place in the xix century house from my other drabble if you squint !! (wow this is longer (and wetter) than i planned)

 art by nikkontrast on ig, edited by me

Bass music from the speakers made the floor bounce. You watched people partying as you rested on the couch. Some danced, some leaned on the walls and talked, some were sitting alone. The mirrorball reflected the lights onto the hundred-year-old ceiling paintings, that showed oranges and olive branches. Viktor was beside you. He took another shot of vodka, then you tasted the first sip of your drink.

Three songs later Viktor hugged you closer. Almost sitting on your lap. His palm laid on your chest, other hand wrapping around you. His warm, drunken breath hit your skin.

You slid your hand in his hair. Viktor whined. You felt as he tugs on your tie.

“Miláčku…” His pupils widened and his pale cheeks were all red. He shifted his gaze to your crotch.

“Hm?”

“Can we go for a couple minutes?” With the other hand, he squeezed your thigh.

“Of course, Viki.” You smirked, then looked at all the people. They’ll be alright left for ten minutes without their hosts. You handed him his cane.

You went to the elevator. Viktor’s free hand tried to reach the button, but he missed, instead tapping the tile. Oh, how drunk he was. Instead, you pressed the button, picking the highest floor – the observatory.

Usually when taking it, Viktor studied the mechanisms of the elevator, never getting bored of its gears and screws. But right now, he was studying only you. Eyes set on your face, observing you sipping from the glass, hand touching your fingers as he leaned his chin on your shoulder. You grabbed him closer by his tiny waist and laid him on your chest. His chapped lips frowned as he let out a high-pitched whimper. Viktor’s warm breath tasted of pure Czech vodka. All of his body was heated. He slid his crotch between your slightly bent knee.

“Be patient.” You laughed, putting your hand on his hip. “All in the lab, okay?"

You pulled him slightly away. Viktor whined, pursing his lips. That was him, your genius boyfriend, known for his composedness and competence.

He hugged your arm and you put your hand on his thigh, your thumb rubbing his skin through the material of his trousers, so close to the crotch. This might’ve been cruel, but why not tease him a bit?

The observatory-lab was quiet, except the muffled sound of music on the first floor, sounds of the road nearby and breaths of the two of you.

You barely closed the door and Viktor started unbuttoning your shirt. You grabbed his hip with your free hand and watched as your brilliant scientist’s face fills with desperation. Pupils widened and skillful engineering hands tinkering with your buttons like with a new project. After taking the last sip of your drink, you grabbed him with the other hand.

You sat on the lab couch and pulled Viktor to straddle your thigh. He thrusted his hips on the clothed material.

Your finger slid through his chapped lips. Viktor whimpered with a half open mouth.

“Miláčku… Please.”

“Viktor, sweetie, you will get my pants dirty.”

You rubbed the button on his pants like it was his clit, teasing the metal with circling touches. The contact he did not even feel made him rock his hips into you, whining. You unbuttoned his pants, exposing his boxers. Smell of his wetness brushed your nose.

“Hah—please… Touch me.” Viktor breathed onto your cheeks. He licked your lower lip. One of his hands laid on your binder, while the other gripped your shoulder, like it was begging.

You ran your finger across his crotch, slightly feeling the wetness inside. “Shift a bit, so I can undress you first.”

Viktor shifted so you could take off his leg brace. With every buckle you slightly rubbed his thigh. You made him so wet you would get your pants dirty anyway.

The metal brace hit the floor. You slid down his pants and threw them on the tiles. Then you took him off your lap and undressed yourself from yours.

Viktor took his cane it in both arms. With its help he pinned your torso to the couch and started straddling your thigh.

You made him so wet – with every rock of his hips, he made a watery sound through his soaked boxers. The white material turned gray from the juices. You could feel his clit pulsating under them. His back arched and you pained that he was wearing that shirt, with no mirror behind him, which prevented you from seeing his back. Adam’s apple sticked out from his skinny neck, and his dark hair hung down like willow branches.

The cane, with a bit of your help, fell on the floor.

You smiled lazily, letting him hump you through his boxers, savoring the feeling of their soaked material on your bare skin. You knew he will leave a puddle on you but you let him hump you. His inner brace scratched you, but you didn’t care. Enjoying the show he put on for you, you laid your hands behind your head. Viktor didn’t even try to suppress his lovely moans.

And fuck. Ethanol finally conquered your system.

Viktor took off his boxers and continued humping you, now letting you feel how much he was soaking. The wetness got smeared all over your thigh. His dark bush was tickling you, and its hair was damp from his juices. His trembling clit warmed your skin.

You took off your underwear. He indulged in humping you, but you still barely felt anything from him. You craved his delicate skin under your touch.

“Please- …please, come closer, Viki.” You whispered, putting your hands on his waist, covered by his shirt and back brace. “I can barely feel you.”

You pulled him lightly, then shifted your hand from his waist to his thigh, putting it on your crotch. Finally, you got to feel his soft skin on your sensitive spot. The contact made you let out a breath. Your head landed on the cushion, hanging limp.

“That’s it, Viktor. That’s my boy.” You groaned. It felt hard, but you landed your gaze on him with eyes half open. “Come here.”

You reached out your arm to his tie. You pulled on it and Viktor muffled his squeal. Drawing him closer, your hand laid on his bony back. He positioned himself on his hands.

His face, now flushed with bloody redness and desperation, was so close to yours.

You hooked your free leg on his hips. By that you opened your sensitive spots. Friction from Viktor’s bony thigh made you moan gutturally.

You pulled him down to your lips. His lower lip, was so soft, while you were nibbling it. His saliva merged with yours. Viktor tasted heavenly, of sugary moans and Czech alcohol. Pleasuring you with his thigh on your crotch, sending waves up your spine.

There was definitely a puddle from him on your thigh, but he was not the only one. His desperation made you drip too.

You didn’t know how to clean couches after such things but it wasn’t important. Viktor was, and nothing else.

You slid your tongue inside his mouth and your hands under his shirt. The material soaked from his sweat. Your touch lingered on velvet skin covering his protruding bones. You felt his shoulder blades moving and caressed his porcelain vertebras.

Viktor humped you slightly weaker now – his hips slowed down, now with lingering moves, accompanied with high pitched breathing.

You left his mouth. A string of saliva hanged between your lips and his lips.

Viktor mewled.

“What happened, Viki? Are you tired?”

“Yes…”

„Do you want to change positions?”

He nodded.

Now you were sitting on your knees. Viktor sat beside you with a thin cushion in the bend of his weaker leg. His thighs between your thighs, soft, damp skin that covered his femur under your crotch. Same for him.

The two of you moved without a rhythm, both whining as your mouths were tied to one another. Viktor’s hands clung on your back and shoulders. You felt his sweet saliva on your tongue, as it penetrated his mouth. You grabbed him closer by his waist and you felt his chest swaying.

You parted with his mouth.

You both were panting, tongues out, mouths open with a string of saliva connecting you. Viktor’s pale face was all flushed in pink. His golden eyes got hazy, almost watercolor.

“I love you, Viki.”

“Miláčku…” He mewled. Saliva was shining on his lower lip, and a crystal-clear drop dripped from his mouth. “I love you too.”

“Are you close?” Your lips arched into a lazy smile.

He nodded.

“Me too… Come here.”

You started unbuttoning his shirt. Just to see more of him. Button after button, you got a look of more of his back brace, then his small, flat stomach with a happy trail leading to his bush. Drops of sweat were shining on his abdomen.

One hand of yours settled on his protruding hipbone, other tied with his. His soft skin touched your lips and teeth, as you sucked on his filigree collarbone. His sweat tasted of salt and vodka. Viktor moaned, arching his head back. Soft ah-ah-ah’s leaving his lips motivated you to suck harder, alongside the trickles of his wet slick dripping from your thighs down onto the couch, leaving the puddle under the two of you.

Viktor started to rub you harder, his body got warmer, and his breathing faster. You hugged him and felt how heated his metal back brace got.

„Kurva, kurva, kurva…” He cursed in Czech, with his head on your shoulder, and his whole fragile body shivered in your arms. He squealed, as his hole squirted out juices all over your thigh. “Už nemůžu... Ah-”

You hushed at him. His hole was pulsating, all heated up. “Just a minute, Viki… Let me come too.”

He has squirted on your thigh and now was shaking, limp in your embrace, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as his alcoholised breaths warming you.

You rubbed yourself on his thigh, one hand embracing his frame, the other tangled with his fingers. He mewled.

Your leg stroked Viktor’s wretched hole, making him squeeze his thighs around you. His leg brace dig into your skin, but you didn’t care. He was whining harder, pitch getting higher. Drops of his tears dripped down your back.

You hissed and squeezed him tighter. Tears blurred your vision, one of them dripping down your cheek, then your neck till it merged with the mix of yours and Viktor’s sweat. A lightning electrocuted your spine, making you shiver. Your eyes were rising backwards till you saw nothing.

You landed on the couch, your body now laying limp. Your ribcage was rising and falling. Viktor laid on your chest, wet from juices, droll, tears and sweat and limp from overstimulation. A string of sweat dripped down your forehead, running down under your ear. Both of you were heated up and half melted. You ignored a puddle you two made on the couch.

The night sky over your heads was clearer than ever. Stars shined on the dark blue, almost black firmament. You recognized every constellation that Viktor has taught you on this couch.

Under you, bass music got turned up. The speakers now played some silly parody songs. And people were laughing.

“This was remarkable… Thank you, miláčku.”

“It was for sure.” You smiled, running your hand through his hair, wet from sweat. “Are we going? The guests are waiting.”

As an answer, Viktor only snuggled into you and whined. He was almost asleep.

[fungifaggot]

constantly thinking about touchstarved viktor . he doesn't lean into the touch , but he allows it to linger just so , just enough to remember the weight of your palm heating him through his uniform , the tenderness of such touch , the way fingers thrum or curl over his body & meld around his frame oh so perfectly .... he craves it , oh , so bad . a hug would leave him clinging to warmth in the most gentle ways . a kiss would be chaste —- then suffocating & needy . viktor craves touch like lungs crave air .

[fungifaggot]

loml

I dunno of your do male reader buuut… can I ask for male reader x Viktor where they tried it for the first time ‘in the back’… sub Viktor is you can…pretty please?👉👈

(Also your writing is amazing)

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇢ 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 (𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐛! 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥/ 𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞

Viktor lies sprawled across the sheets, bare and trembling slightly beneath your touch. His hair’s a little damp from the shower you took together, the warmth of it still clinging to his skin, softening the sharp lines of his body. His golden eyes are dark now, smoldering and dilated, glancing up at you through fluttering lashes as he breathes out your name again.

“Are you sure?” you ask once more, voice low as your fingers stroke up his sides, grounding him. He nods, cheeks already pink. His thighs twitch open instinctively.

“Yes” he breathes. “I want you. I want that. With you.”

You’ve done everything else with him. He’s sucked you off on his knees, let you jerk him off until he sobbed into your neck, rubbed himself against you like a man starved, fucked your thighs, your mouth, ground himself down on your fingers more times than you could count. But this? This was the one thing you’d waited for. The final line you both hadn’t yet crossed—and now it lay wide open, dripping between his thighs, where he lay spread out on the bed just for you.

You drag your fingers over the insides of his thighs, slow, reverent, watching the way he squirms under the attention. You drink in the way his legs spread further apart, exposing the soft skin, his hole already glistening faintly from the lube you’d started working into him earlier. His cock is hard, twitching against his belly, leaking steadily, and you haven’t even done anything yet.

“You’re perfect like this” you murmur, brushing your lips against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He whines, breath catching, already so reactive. So eager.

“I feel…” he breathes out, his voice tight, “…vulnerable.”

You kiss his hip. “Good. You should. You’re giving me something no one else ever will.”

Viktor exhales sharply, his body tensing and then loosening all at once, eyes fluttering shut as if the words themselves made him feel it—how precious this is. How intimate. How filthy.

You kiss down between his cheeks, spreading him further with your thumbs, tongue teasing the rim you’ve spent the last twenty minutes prepping. You’ve been so patient—working him open with lube and fingers and mouth, easing in past every ring of resistance, watching him pant and moan and sob for more. He’s ready now, and your cock pulses at the sight of his hole clenching around nothing, fluttering like it misses you already.

“Please” he gasps, when your tongue laps at him again. “Please.”

You shift up, lube-slick and aching. Viktor’s legs hook around your waist as you nudge your cock against him. His arms wrap around your shoulders. He needs this. You can feel it in the way he trembles, the way his cock throbs untouched between you.

“Deep breath” you whisper.

The first push draws a broken sound from him. It’s tight, so tight, but you go slow, slow enough for him to adjust. Viktor’s head falls back onto the pillow, mouth slack, eyes wide and glassy. His hands grip your arms like a lifeline as you keep sinking in, inch by inch, giving him time to feel every stretch, every burn, every shudder of pressure as you split him open for the first time.

He whines, head turning to the side, flushed from cheek to collarbone.

You groan into his neck, unable to hold back as you bottom out. The heat of him around your cock is unreal—clenching, trembling, wet from the obscene amount of lube you’ve used and his own need.

“You okay?” you manage, even as your body screams to move.

He nods desperately. “Yes—please don’t stop—move, please, I want it.”

You start slow. Long, careful strokes, watching the way he gasps every time your hips meet his ass. The slide is smooth, wet and hot, and Viktor is melting beneath you—moaning, panting, arms clinging to you tighter and tighter with every thrust. He wraps his legs tighter around you, pulling you in like he needs to be closer.

“Fuck” you groan, “You feel so good, Viktor—taking me so well, look at you…”

He’s blushing so hard it looks feverish, his mouth open in a perfect “o” as he moans with every thrust. He’s clenching around you, milking you, pulling you deeper with every movement. You angle your hips and—

“Ah—nghh—right there!”

You smirk against his neck. “There? That’s the spot, baby?”

He shakes, back arching, hole fluttering wildly around your cock as you grind into the same spot again and again. He sobs—full, needy sounds that echo in the room as your cock drags over his prostate again and again. You grab his thighs and shove them back, folding him in half to fuck into him harder. The slap of skin fills the room. Lube squelches.

“You’re—fuck—ruining me” he gasps.

“Good” you snarl, slamming into him with a rhythm now, deep and filthy. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

He nods wildly, too gone for words.

You lean down, biting his throat gently. “Then take it.”

You fuck him like you mean it—hard and steady, pounding into him until the bed creaks and Viktor is choking on every sound. His hands claw at your back, legs trembling around your waist, begging without words for more. You reach down and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him fast and sloppy in time with your thrusts.

“I’m—I’m gonna—”

He does—with a raw, broken cry, his body arching as he spills between you, hot and wet and pulsing all over your stomach. His hole clenches tight around you as he comes, milking your cock with every wave of his orgasm.

It sends you over the edge.

You slam into him once, twice more before you spill inside him, groaning deep into his shoulder, holding him so close he can barely breathe. Your cock pulses inside him, shooting thick and deep until you feel it leaking back around your shaft.

Neither of you move for a long while.

Eventually, you kiss the sweat-slick skin of his collarbone and murmur, “You okay?”

He breathes out, dazed and blissed out, cock twitching uselessly where it’s gone soft.

Your breathing is still heavy, body slick with sweat and come as you gently ease out of him. Viktor winces, his thighs twitching with overstimulation, but there’s no protest—just a breathy little noise in his throat, the kind that says he’s wrecked in the best possible way.

You cradle his hips as you pull back, careful not to jostle him. His legs fall open, boneless and shaking, and your stomach twists with tenderness at the sight: Viktor, dazed and blinking up at the ceiling with his lips parted, skin flushed, and your release slowly dripping from his spent hole onto the sheets below.

“Hey” you whisper, brushing his hair back from his damp forehead. “Stay with me.”

He hums softly, turning his face toward your palm like a cat seeking warmth. “I’m here” he murmurs, voice hoarse and small.

You press a kiss to his temple, then another to the tip of his nose. “Gonna get you cleaned up, alright? I’ll be quick.”

You move gently, slowly. Grab a towel and the warm water you’d left prepared on the nightstand—something you started doing after your second time together, because Viktor always got sensitive and you hated seeing him flinch. You wet the cloth and return to the bed, settling between his thighs to wipe him down with soft, tender strokes. He doesn’t flinch. If anything, he sighs—content and pliant—his body trusting yours even now, in its most vulnerable state.

The mess between his legs is obscene: your cum leaking slowly from his hole, mixing with lube and the slick sheen of sweat and arousal over his skin. You clean all of it, murmuring little apologies every time he squirms. You take your time, even when you could’ve rushed. He gave you everything—you won’t treat this like it’s disposable.

When you’re done, you coax him into a fresh pair of boxers and a soft cotton tee that smells like you. He clings to your arms the whole time, reluctant to be even an inch apart, eyes hazy and low-lidded as you pull the blankets back and guide him underneath.

He curls into your chest the second you join him, legs tangling with yours, his face pressed into the crook of your neck. His hand fists into your shirt and holds.

“You good” you ask quietly, your fingers stroking over the back of his neck.

“I’m good.”

“Need anything else?”

“You” he says, and it’s so soft you almost miss it.

You smile, wrapping your arms around him fully, kissing his hairline. “You have me. Always.”

He exhales against your throat. His whole body melts.

Silence settles over the room, warm and perfect. You hold him close, rubbing circles into his back, until his breathing slows and his hands go still against your chest. Sleep is already pulling at the edges of him—his body spent, his mind quiet for the first time all day.

You kiss his forehead once more, whispering, “You did so well for me, baby.”

And Viktor, half-asleep and smiling faintly, breathes, “Only for you.”

[fungifaggot]

what a cutie patootie

hellooo,, ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭✧

may i request a sub!yandere aki hayakawa who acts nonchalant around dom!male reader (even though aki is dying to make his most dirty dreams w reader come true

aki hayakawa, dom male reader

mmf jumped at this request i... i. aki... aki... submissive yandere aki hayakawa... fumbling over himself... shenanigans... ♡

it's not too much for him to dream, aki thinks... let him think a little selfishly. he's allowed his thoughts-! the one place you cannot infiltrate physically !

right. to think selfishly... to imagine just what kind of lover you are. what kind of home would you want with your lover? what would you think of him straddling your hips, bare assed naked in all his shy glory - dragging his blunt nails down your back from the pure euphoric pleasure you give him-? ㅡ brooding hayakawa yearning so pervertedly from afar despite standing right next to you,,,

;; you, either chatting his ear off or stewing in your own brooding to mock him because that's what good friends do - tease each other, seemingly forever unaware of how badly he wants to fall to his knees and shove his face into your groin and relish in your surprise and musk but that's because he's that good at concealing himselfㅡit's definitely not too much to think about laying in your lap-

ㅡyour lap...

he wants to lay his head in your lap... salivating over your thick thighs, he wants to feel you close. to feel your gentle,,, nimble fingers card through his admittedly soft mess of raven locks.,,, maybe even pull on them to get a reaction-! you and your antics; knowing you all too well... oh, to feel you touch him like pure love is dripping from your fingertips. that's all he wants. to feel you love him more than a friend. he's sososo tired of you... but he can't get enough of you. it's sickening - going around in circles and stuck playing like he's your colleague. just your colleague.,,,, ah, but your partner... has a nice ring to it.

;; "back off; he's my partner!" arguing with himenoㅡthe woman dramatically stating that she's known him longer, her drunken whines drowned out by your faux indignant demand of a cigarette because this is just taking too much out of you to talk to her at all...!!

your partner... even if it was childish arguing, he feels his heart swell. hnn... he can envision it now... waking up next to you in his bed, undisturbed, slipping underneath the covers to curl up against your torso and wander his hands and sniff you and taste you and feel you. his rationality argues relentlessly, but he squishes it downㅡhe will not let himself get in the way of the mere happiness fantasies bring himㅡ!

insatiable... inviting him for drinks. offering to drive him home when he gets a little too sloshed when it's just what he wants...! please, please take care of him. he's a little more reserved than to babble on and on about his real feelings when under the influence... but the way you hold him has this little pervert faltering,, ;; "... thanks." he makes sure to choke out, in case he forgets to later. you're so kind. so sweet on him, making sure he gets inside safely... he's just about sick of you. 

but he has to keep himself... reserved. that's how this all works. nasty adoration hidden by a facade, mr hayakawa has a problem. you are his problem!! and hes not entirely sure how to go about this... besides. the good ol' plastic silicone toys and begging with pillow inbetween his thighs...

hnnn... you make aki's brain fuzzy. because of your contracts - or was he just that whipped? clearly, because he was just that whipped. tch, against his will no less. everything would be so much better if he didn't tremble everytime you came close ; weak in the knees every time your hands brush against hisㅡyou stress him out. whether he likes it or not; you're the only one who can help him get by existing in this world.

ㅡyour happiness infectious, your maddening want to make the brooding hayakawa smile always successful. why did you even bother? did you want to see him happy and soft that badly? aki exhales shakily, hand traveling over his face, down his neck. damn it all. damn the way you- youㅡfuck you. he wishes he wasn't so aggressive. but the only other way to process these feelings is actually admitting he's a gross degenerate pervert in his passtime.,,, following you around, always around the corner...

ㅡhand on his shoulder, squeezing comfortingly with a gentle worried expression on your handsome face he'd very much like to feel for himself. he swallows thickly, jaw tensing as his eyes dart from your hand, to your concerned eyes. 

ㅡ"ah? i- i'm fine." he brushes off your concern, startled eyebrows furrowed as gives you glance with a certain emotion you couldn't quite point... what's that for? you huff at his expression, inching closer ;; totally unaware of his inner turmoil of you naked plaguing his mind-!! he swallows, baby blues narrowed,,,

"topknot, oh topknot..." you sigh, hand coming in contact with his hair, affectionately brushing your knuckles against his headㅡ"don't be like that. tell me if you're feeling a little under the weather, okay? seriously." you scold him, and he nearly feels guilty.

nearly. dozing off, lost in thought imagining what you'd be like trapped and in love with him and forced to say you love him was so worth it if it meant you were to dote on him. he won't lie to himself and say it doesn't feel good,,,, "thinking so hard your head is smoking." you teased. his point still stands. masochist aki hayakawa? ♡♡♡