#Hand over that robo dick

[qackiess]

me when big robot dragon kings beg

Nsfw!!! : edging+collars n shit

Rushed as hell so probably spelling errors

Maybe ooc idk

Hope you enjoy!!

"Ngg..hhh." Predakings feverish pace falters as his leash was yanked forward, pressing his helm against yours. "This is humiliating." He grumbles. "I-i said to slow down.." You shakily stated, "you have to listen to me, hon." He heavily sighs, his thrusts receding to being slow but deep, as to comply to your demands. "Understood…"

You softly moan. “Good boy. Yes..yes, doing such a great job…" Your grip on the leash loosens, allowing Predaking more room to move.

His pace stays the same, it was agonizingly slow, at least for Predaking. His legs shook with need, he wanted nothing more than to plow you until you were a whining mess, but he felt compelled to listen to your soft yet stern demands. Though, everyone has their limits.

After what feels like an eternity, he lets out a low growl that reverberates through his chassis, not being able to contain himself, he hastily sped up his thrusts; making your optics widen in surprise.

“Please..I-I must-” He lets out a husky, frustrated grunt as you harshly pull his leash again, his claws digging into the floor. “You’re…you’re torturing me. You’re driving me insane…” He groaned.

You softly smile at his desperate whines, “I didnt say you could go faster… be patient, my king; and you will be rewarded.” You could hear his irritated growls, slowly growing louder, and his optics narrowing more at your every word.

You notice the downright predatory look in his optics, and your demeanor slightly falters.

“Predaking…hold out for a few more minutes, and ill let you have what you want, okay?” You persuaded, using your free hand to rub his chassis. “Please? For me?” You added.

He grunts at your words, “You dont understand, I..I cannot. I need you, why must you deny me-!” You once again pulled his leash, making him strain against it. You swore his optics became a bit glossy, “Lower your tone.” You hissed, he snarled at your words; his intakes becoming deeper.

You both sit in silence for a moment, staring eachother down.

“…you may resume, but try anything, and you will not be releasing at all, tonight.” You smugly smiled at him, which only riled him up even more.

“As you wish..my mate.” He gruffly sighed before thrusting inside your tight, warm, irresistible valve, immediately making his helm shoot back and his optics clench shut. How could you expect him to contain himself with a succulent valve such as this?

His thrusts were hard but slow, obviously some pent up sexual aggression behind them, making you bounce with each thrust. You looked up at him, the look in your optics almost spoke for you…devious.

You softly laugh before speaking, “You may speed up…in fact, you may be as quick as you li-ahh!” You suddenly gripped his leash as if it were a lifeline, he wasted no time ramming into you with no mercy whatsoever.

“Slag, slag…Predaking!” Your lingering hold on his leash pulled him forward with each thrust, and your valve was practically suctioning him in, but his breakneck pace never slowed.

You could barely form words, only moans and screams of ecstasy; Predaking was panting wildly, he was positioned right above you, his sharp talons on either side of your helm. His claws scraped the floor, as he continued to pound you relentlessly, he was almost at his peak; his spike twitching inside you.

“Hah, haah… Predaking, st-stop..!” You looked up at him desperately, though he showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

“Predaking, I-I..ahh..said stop! Do not make me ask again!” You pulled his leash to get his attention, but to no avail he just kept going, you could feel small spurts of fluid seeping deep into your valve. He was so, so close, his spark pumping so fast he could barely hear you.

Your brows furrowed at his defiance, instead of pulling his leash, you reached up for his collar, yanking him down roughly, until his helm was near inches from yours.

“Stop! Or there w-will be consequences-!” Your desperate attempts to be assertive were null and void, uncontrollably panting; your optics stared straight into his. With a soft whine his pace slowed, but he was still noticeably chasing his climax.

“Are your audials broken..?!” You growled, using one of your servos to tightly grip the back of his neck, you held a firm grip, despite him being absolutely searing to the touch.

His breath hitched, “No…my queen/king…my deepest apologies…I..ngh..” He let out a throaty sob, pulling his spike out of you reluctantly, and his entire body shaking with a lustful need.

His optics were wide, staring down at you, it took absolutely everything in him to not pin you down and pound you like no tomorrow. Seeing you like this had always just, ignited something in him.

“See? Was that so hard?” You’d tease, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek before releasing his collar. His spike ached horribly, it felt almost swollen, he needed to release so bad.

He began ferociously bucking his hips into the air between the two of you, he was uncontrollably twitching, and he could not hold back the small whines and groans from the back of his throat.

“Ill do anything, just please let me overload, please.” He scrambled over his words frantically, barely audible begs and pleads escaping him. You stare at him with hooded optics, “My strong, brave king can take a bit more cant he? I swear on my spark, you’ll get your reward soon, just keep being good for me, yes?”

…

He got his overload like 5 hours later lmao, yk damn well hes gonna be pissed when he wakes up…

[lalalychee-x]

"Bad Idea!" Boothill x Reader ft. his hat

CW: NSFW! MDNI! fem!reader; sex where ur on a window sill; squirting + licking it off again lol; slight exhibitionism (the door's open); biting; Boothill's tongue has its own warning; clothes ripping; fingering; robo-dick and cyborg fingers lmao; creampie; blood from biting is mentioned like twice and barely; teasing; braless; begging; edging; sweet and soft Boothill bc he's a cutie; empty warnings; he can't breathe since he doesn't have lungs?? word count: 3415 oopsie

song4this Bad Idea by Ariana Grande

♡ Whenever Boothill's hat goes missing, he knows you're responsible, so it ends up with him hunting around for you. You run away with his hat on to tease him, and he runs after you, playfully nibbling at your cheek. It's all fun and games until the hat is the only thing you have on.. ♡ Basically, you steal his hat to tease him, but end up getting fucked silly until you apologise to him. With the hat on. And only the hat on. "Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so ya got it."

inspo post from @madamofthestars (psst, check them out! They super cool!) art creds: skoukax on insta

"C'mon now, sugar, ya know that ain't yours…!" Boothill called out behind out, his voice a mixture of frustration and amusement.

You rolled your eyes, quickly glancing back through a spin on your heel; the hat wobbling slightly as you held it in place with one hand.

You look back at him, sticking your tongue out, before giggling and darting off. You sharply turned a corner, your heart racing as you waited for the perfect moment to lead him down a wilder chase.

Boothill scoffs, an amused smirk tugging at his lips, "Oh, gettin' smart now, are we?"

You spin back around, your heart racing as the clicking of his boots gets closer and quicker, "I am smart!" You taunted him a little, the brim of the hat bobbing as you picked up speed.

"Ya little fudgin' minx," Boothill muttered under his breath, his curses amusingly censored as they reached your ears. "I swear, when I get my hands on ya…"

"You can't even swear properly!" You call out again, turning your head as you ran, setting the hat askew.

You catch a glimpse of him running towards you, the sight beyond amusing to see when running at such speed. You attempt to call back, but your voice dissolves into a fit of giggles and gasps for air as you ran.

You snapped your head back, facing forward to drag out the chase. It was all fun and games until you realised you'd diverted your attention for too long and cornered yourself in a dead-end room. Boothill's imposing figure filled the doorway, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you. You were panting but your index and thumb firmly gripped the brim of the hat, assuring it stayed on your head.

A room was an overstatement; a storage room, just maybe, with a singular horizontal window panel that stretched about a meter wide at most. It let in a few spells of moonlight.

Boothill leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over the metal plates of his chest, "Gotcha now," He laughed, the star-shaped insignia on his jacket clicking against the metal of his torso as he did so. "My hat looks mighty fine on ya, but I think it's time ya give it back."

You adjusted the hat, spining it on your low on your brow.

"Come on, just a little longer—?" You teased, batting your eyelashes in a futile attempt to charm him.

"No can do, darlin'," He chuckled again, pushing the door shut behind him. The room dimmed as the light from outside blocked out. "But if ya apologise, I'ma let you have it a bit longer."

"Ok ok, sorry!" You smile sheepishly, reaching a hand to the hat. "There, can I keep it for longer?"

Boothill looked at you with a raised eyebrow, as if you were joking. "That it?"

"Well, else do you want me to say?" You stood there, a bit dumbfounded.

He stared for a second longer before edging himself closer, his face close to yours, bionic fingers tracing up and down your neck. "C'mon, apologise properly."

He tipped the hat up by the brim to expose your eyes better to him. He leaned down, the sharp edges of his teeth latching onto the soft skin of your cheek, pressing hard enough that they'd definitely leave jagged crescent-shaped scars in the morning.

He moved some hair away from your neck, his voice low against your ear as he nibbled across your jaw, "C'mon sweetcheeks, I know ya can work that mouth better than tha't. What happened to all tha't smart talk from before, hm?"

A flushed heat crawled up your neck, dusting your cheeks a rosy pink even in the dim light. It took a moment, before your quickening gasps dissolved into stutters, "A-ah, that was a j-joke…"

"A j-j-joke?" He laughed low against your ear, playfully mocking your stutter, "But you look to be takin' it real serious, sweetheart."

He paused, before licking a long stipe down from your jaw down to your collar bone. "M'still wanting that pretty lil' apology. C'mon."

God, his tongue was going to drive you insane-

You let out a shaky breath, lowering your hand from the hat on your head to place comfortably on his metal shoulder plates. "Hey hey, sorry sorry, I won't steal your hat again, ah—!"

You gasped, almost buckling over as Boothill planted a particularly mean bite through the thin skin of your collarbone.

Glancing down through hazy eyes, you watched as he swiped his tongue over his teeth, licking away the small beads of blood across his jagged dentures. "Ya said that last time too, darlin'."

Your grip tightened on his shoulders, "C'mon, I mean it this… t-time-!"

Your eyes widened, watching Boothill's teeth latch onto the neckline of your dress, yanking it roughly until it ripped. You yelped at the sudden rush of cool air against your bare chest, nipples hardening under the sudden exposure.

"Boothill!" Your arms snapped around the obnoxious tear in your clothes. "The door's practically still open!"

He chuckled, tracing a line with his sharp teeth along your breast.

He raised an eyebrow, "No bra? Yer askin' for it now, sweetheart."

Your face felt really warm again, excuses coming out nothing more than mutters, "I-It… was really warm, today…"

"Aight then, darlin'," he cupped his metal palms under your thighs, hoisting you up until you sat on the window sill, your back pressed against the pane of the window. "Besides, if we get caught, then they jus' gonna havet' give us some privacy…"

You gulped away any nervousness as he shyed away your arms from your chest. He trailed his mouth down your teared bodice, ripping fabric as he went, until he reached the waistline of your dress. He paused for a moment, before ripping a tear down it, right to the hem of the skirt, the sliced fabric falling either side of your thighs.

Goosebumps raced up the exposed skin of your thighs, eyeing when he knelt down, two loud clanks as the metal joints of his knees hit the floor.

He grinned at the sight of the thin fabric of your underwear, running his teeth along his teeth again.

"What pretty panties, hm? Was half expectin' yer to be bare down here too, sweetheart." He lifted your right leg over his shoulder. "Shame 'm gonna rip 'em so soon."

"Hey—! Come on, c-careful!" You shivered slightly as his canines hooked around the stretchy fabric, piercing a hole in them.

"Right darlin'. It's ya punishment for not apologisin'."

"H-huh—?"

There was a staggered ripping sound as your underwear ripped from top corner to bottom corner, the material coming off with the dragging of his teeth.

You yelp, gripping his hair, "You—! Are you going to fucking shred everything I'm wearing—?!"

"Yeah, am plannin' on it, darlin'." He chuckled before trailing his tongue up your slit, already a drooling mess between your legs.

You shiver, your fingers gripping his hair tighter, the door cracked open only making your heart race faster. Oh Aeons, if someone were to see you exposed to him like this, pressed up against the window—

"Shh, relax sweetheart. The thrill's the best part. Jus' breathe for me, ok?" He began to rub up and down your slit, his voice soothing and his thumb lingering at your clit for a moment too long just to force a whine out of you. "But if I were ya, I'd start apologisin' if you wanna cum this time."

"H-haah—?!"

He didn't respond to your breathless protest, but circled two fingers around your entrance, watching amused as slick pooled on his fingertips. "Stubborn? Y'need some encouragement, do ya?"

He licked a long stripe up again letting tongue swirl around your clit before slipping a finger in, his mouth still hot against your folds.

He grinned and looked up at your nervous expression melting into pleasure, his head leaning against the inside of your thigh. "There y'go, sweetheart, ain't that feel good?"

"Hnngh—!" You desperately tried to roll your hips on his finger, only to fail and your body halt into a series stutters.

"Really fudgin' desperate, are we?" He laughed a little, sucking in a breath. "Hol' on, darlin', I'll find it."

He slid his finger in and out tantalisingly slow, his tongue brushing over your clit; you could feel the steel of his teeth occasionally that irked your body with shocks of pleasure. Content with your faltering ego, he slipped another finger in, the stretch making you wince before whining.

"B-boothill, 'm sorry, please-let-me-just, a-ah—!" Your eyes widen, one hand curved over and gripping the window sill and the other firmly on his hair.

"Hm, what's that darlin'?" He stupidly grins, his bottom lip glossed over with spit and your arousal. "Didn't quite hear ya…"

He curled his two fingers upwards, the rubber pads on his fingertips pressing firmly against that sweet spot deep inside you.

"F-fuckkknngh…" Your eyes roll out of focus, hips subcounciously rocking against his bent fingers and your back arched until your head pressed against the window pane — with the hat still on.

He clicked his tongue. "There. 'M found it. Now where are my sorries and Iwontdoitagain's?" He began to pump the two fingers in and out, roughly pressing against that sweet spot every thrust of them. "Still want a proper apology, sweetheart—"

He stays substantially quiet — amiss a few amused hums and chuckles — listening to your flurry of apologies and letting you listen to the sloppy squelches of your cunt.

"God, I'm sorry— I won't—"

"Oh, is that so, darlin'?"

"H-hn, god, I won't do it again—!"

"Sure ya won't, darlin'…" He sucked in a breath, voice shaky between your legs, before picking up the pace with a stupid grin on his face, flashing his shark teeth. You whine, rocking your hips in helpless stutters, your pussy openly accepting the change in pace and clenching around his digits while he curls them deeper and quicker inside of you. "Fuckfuckfuckk— I'm sorry, sorrysorry— pleasejust—"

Boothill grinned at your mush of words. Your mouth hung open, chewing at your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to muffle the drunk blabbles that spilled out of your mouth.

He mutters, his voice low between your trembling thighs, "C'mon sweetheart, y'mouth can beg better than that." He rolls his tongue over your clit again, pumping his fingers in and out, sticky threads leaking from your cunt and sprawling between his fingers and the sides of your thighs.

You clenched your eyes shut, tears pricking at your eyes, "Boothill, c'mon, 'm sorryyy— w-won't do it again— promise—!"He lets out a low hum, gently flicking at your clit with the tip of his tongue— oh god, his damned tongue. A flash of panic spread across your face, feeling him begin to slow down.

"Or what, sweetheart?" He experimentally twisted his hand agonisingly slow as he pumped in and out, pistoning your cunt with his fingers at deeper angles, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

"Please, 'm gonna — hic — c-cum—!" Tears began pricking at your eyes, "God, please, fuck, I've learned my lesson —!" Your pleas come out in choked sobs, "Please don't — hic — slow down—!"

"Attagirl," He grinned, the flat steel of his teeth pressed up against your slit as his tongue flit over that bundle of nerves at the tip that drove you insane, quicker this time, "Jus' a bit more, yeah?"

He slid in for a final time and jerked his hand upwards, settling his fingers into you, firmly hooking repeatedly into that sweet spot. His voice and laugh were teasing, vibrations low and tempting between the plush of your thighs. "C'mon — make a real fudgin' mess on m'face, sweetheart."

"B-boothill, 'm gonna—!"

Your fingers grip the smooth locks of his hair, head pushed against the glass, his name shamelessly spilling out of your mouth. Specks of white flash from behind your eyes, vision going hazy and choked moans straggering from your throat.

You hear him chuckle lightly underneath you, cooing at the clench around his fingers and the gushes of viscid liquid coating his tongue, lips and fingers so well.

He slowly pulled away after rubbing strangely vexing circles a few more times inside you. He glances up at you with a satisfied grin, his mouth and chin glossy with your fluids.

Lowering your thigh from his shoulder, he let it dangle back over the window sill before standing up with a loud scrape of his metal joints against the floor.

He cleaned his fingers clean of the sheeny, pretty slick with his tongue and making sure to roll them around in his mouth before taking them out with a 'pop—!'

"Real mess y'made, sweetcheeks." He grinned, flashing his teeth at you, as he used the back of his hand to wipe away any remnants. "Tastes real good, though."

"H-hnn…" Your voice came out rough and croaky, your head lolling to one side, setting the hat to tumble off your head.

He snapped a hand to the hat, placing it back on your head with a mischievious smile, "No no, keep it on. Ya wanted to wear it so badly, darlin', so y'got it."

You blink for a few moments, regaining your breath, "Oh, fuck you—!"

"With pleasure—"

"What am I going to wear when getting out of here?! At least you're clothed!" You motion to the sliced fabric on either side of your legs, and the ripped bodice of your dress hanging on dear threads.

With your comment, he slipped off and discarded his jacket that didn't even cover much anyway.

"Ya won't need anythin' for a while now, darlin'. Think of it when we get there." Boothill laughed, flicking away the torn rags. "Besides, y'look good with just the hat on. Think I've put your mouth to enough good use too."

You lick your lips, opening your mouth to say something but quickly shutting it again at the swift unbuckling of his belt; it heaves down to his thighs from the weight of the cartridges hung on it.

His fingers travel, hitching onto a cock of metal plates, the edges of them encased in thick black rubber right from the girth until reaching a swollen tip of black rubber.

You sharply breathe, eyeing the scale-like texture, taking note of every rib on it as it lined up against you. You suddenly blush at the realisation of mouth almost salivating, muttering, "You so owe me a new dress after this—"

Boothill let out an amused hum, one hand wiping a line of drool from your lip then trailing down to your tits, cupping the flesh with cold metal fingers. You shiver, the skin on your chest pebbled with goosebumps before gasping at a sudden bite along the sensitive skin.

"—?!"

The quick spike of pain quickly subsided into a tingly sort of pleasure as Boothill's tongue drove around the swelling mark, peppering a few more as he went until he was so bent over into you that his cock pushed up against your pussy, the metal cool against your puffy and swollen clit.

"Ah, fudge, darlin'—" He grits his teeth, feeling the warmness of you just on his tip. He huffs a little, barely fitting it in voice raspy as his face is buried into your neck. "Open up a bit, sweetheart will ya—?"

He backs away for a moment to grab both of your legs, hooking them firmly over his shoulders. You groaned at the stretch, keeping both hands on the window sill in desperation. He grinned at your pussy spread wider over his tip now, clenching around it and sheening the bulb of rubber with slick. "There y'go…"

He groaned, breathing shaky as he slid it slowly. "A-ah, God—"

"A-ah, God—" Your eyes widen, rolling out of focus from feeling every metal rib of his cock push into you, forcing it thick and hard into your cunt until it reached the base. You tense, locking your legs around his neck. "Fuck, I told you to be careful—!"

He let out a shaky laugh, "Sorry 'bout that darlin'—"

He places one hand on the window sill for leverage, the other coming to press the hat down on your head. With a sharp breath in, he begins to move, deep long strokes at first to make sure you felt every bump along the scale-plating of his cock against your walls.

And, god, did it drive you insane; the texture was too much, almost sending your sending your already-sensitive pussy into overstimulation. "Hnn, t-too much —! Boothillholdon, itsgonnahmph—!"

"Jus' relax, darlin', you've taken it before…" He whispers low into your ear, stressing the pace of his movements, losing himself in the warmth of your cunt and grinning at your indecipherable mush of words spilling from your mouth again. Muffled groans escape as he listens to your moans, picking up the pace.

You subconciously roll your hips against the thrusting of his cock, every metal plate rubbing smooth and hard against your walls, the thick rubber of his tip hitting hard against your g-spot.

"Killer hips y'got there, baby—" He cooes breathlessly in your ear, his own voice breaking as he thrust in and out of your sopping cunt. You flush a deep red, your face now hot and bothered when you realise how desperate you were against his cock.

You open your mouth to reply, probably with something smart but your lips are greeted with the stark taste of iron and your own slick on his tongue as his mouth kisses yours shut. You whine through his lips, feeling his tongue deep in your mouth until your whole body shivered and tingled. You tried to keep your eyes open, only to end up crossing them over in a fucked-out haze.

Your legs trembled over his shoulders, locking him tighter in place to bully his cock deeper into your cunt. His eyes widened at the lock, then he grinnned.

"Fudge, y'not lettin' m'get away, are ya—?" He groaned before huffing out a laugh, finally lowering his hand from the hat on your head to place them both on your hips, roughly slamming them onto him to target that sweet spot inside you.

"Hnn — hic — god, m'gonna—" Your words come out slobbery, your lips glossed over and drooling.

"C'mon, pretty, cum f'me…" He dug the metal of his fingers into your hips, his own beginning to stutter and shake as he moved. He rubbed the pad of his thumb against your clit in uneven circles to drag the orgasm out of you. "Make a real mess, sweetheart—"

Patches of white and yellow flash behind your eyes, your hips buckling forward. You let out a long choked moan that stuttered with every slackening thrust of his hips that gummed your insides with thick ropey spills of cum.

Gently, he slowed until the stimulation against your slit burned off, leaving you tingly and weak. Weak enough to finally let go of the leg lock you had on his neck.

The grip on your hips slackened as he pulled away, whistling at the mess between you both. He took a moment to watch the white slick drip between your legs. "Feel full as a tick yet, darlin'?"

You tried to respond, but your whole body almost lolled to the side, only stopped quickly by his arm. He gazed down at you, stupidly grinning and laughing at the sight. "What'd I say, darlin'? I did shut up that smart mouth of yours." He clicked his tongue in thought, "Even got m'self the cutest little apologies—"

With any remaining energy you had, you playfully whacked him on the arm and cut him off, to which he faked a wince. He had forgotten the bodily difference in stamina between you two.

"Ouch— fudge, darlin', at least you got some spark left in ya. Fine, 'ma buy you a… no, ten dresses in turn, 'kay?" He pressed a small kiss on your forehead then eyed the dimly lit room, catching sight of the hat that had tumbled off your head at some point and the jacket he had teasingly thrown off. "For now, 'm jacket and that hat are gonna have to do."

"Oh, fuck you—" You scoff, your head in the curl of his elbow.

He smiled, running his hand through your hair. "C'mon, y'wanted to wear that hat so badly. Y'looked real good in it…"

♡ Please do not modify, steal, plagarise or post on other platforms without asking. Thank you!

[ryxmix]

SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY

pairings ; boothill x fem! reader

warnings ; smut smut smuuuuut, size kink if you squint real hard, robo dick, ooc boothill (made before release), censored cussing from his side, you call him "sir", use of pet names (sugar, girlie, pretty thing), he has normal human cum for some reason okay don't question me it's smut, you wear his hat (mentioned like...once), he's a huge tease, clit smacking, breeding kink, dumbification, degradation and praise???, he calls you a pillow princess, and more stuff...

a/n: i know he just got drip marketing but i need MORE- also i was thinking of sloppy seconds (ick pt2) by lay bankz while writing this so do with that what you will.

"c'mon sugar, you can do better, can't ya?" the cowboy mumbles mockingly, circling patterns into your inner thigh as you ride him tirelessly, tears staining your puffy cheeks as you try your hardest to cum.

"aw, is my pretty thing such a pillow princess that she can't do nothin unless her big strong cowboy does it for her?" he coos, smacking your clit before gripping onto your hips, still not moving, "didn't you want this? i never told you to, but you thought you could do it, dumb little girl." you sob, grinding down on him, "sir— wanna cum s'bad sir— nghaa!— it hurts, fuck—" he smiles up at your teary face, back resting against the headboard of the bed as he looks at you, teeth bared.

"oh girlie, you want me that bad? you want me to fill that pussy up so good until you can't think no more?" he coos, thrusting up into you, and for the first time tonight, you feel good, his cock touching that spot in your cunny.

"boothill—" he slaps your clit as a warning, and you whine, "sir! sir, it feels good! please, please make me feel good sir, please! fill me up, make me cum, anything!"

he grins at you, sharp teeth glinting under the dim light of the bedroom as he grabs you by the waist and pushes you down on the bed, metal-plated hands cold against your body. you squeak out, gripping onto the sides of the sheets as he flips you over.

"since ya asked so nicely, it would be too mean to say no to ya, girlie," he groans out, using his thumbs to spread your leaky cunt apart, humming at the way it glistens before he thrusts his cock back into you, eliciting a scream from your lips.

"sir! yes, sir— fu- hahnghh! it feels so good, sir, hah~ s-so good—" he doesn't respond, letting out a low growl as he thrusts into you harder and faster, feeling you tighten around him deliciously. You whimper and whine, feeling so full with his cock.

"such a good girl, my good little cutie," he clicks his tongue in annoyance when he can't call you what he wants to; when he can't call you his little slut. but you seem to get the memo, hole tightening around him before you squirt, cum gushing all over him as you fall limp, but he's not stopping, still thrusting into your sensitive hole.

"sir— sir, wait, 'm still sensitive, sir— nghyaa!??" he presses you down on the bed fully, cock thrusting deep until it kisses your cervix, and you let out a broken whimper. He lets out a delightful chuckle, a hand going around your neck until he brings you into a choke hold in his arm, squishing your cheeks until you can only let out babbles from the struggle to breathe. but it still feels so good, better even.

"sir— sir, 'm gonna cum again— sir— mphyaaa!" you gush around his cock once more and he finally spills into your hole, cum thick and creamy. he lets you out of the criminally sexy chokehold before putting his hat on you with a chuckle, admiring your fucked out face.

"that's my pretty girl, heh."

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 27- CEO!Miguel x New Hire!Reader PT.2 (Toys/orgasm denail)

*Heavily requested by a lot of you, haha*

        It had been a hell of a ride from when you first started working for Miguel. Lyla was still not happy with the turn of events. You were literally just working at the company as Miguel's sexual relief. Now, you did help Lyla with her work. You did take your job seriously since you did want to be a help, but it was difficult sometimes. Most people in the building just saw you as a gold digger. Someone who was just taking advantage of Miguel's money. It hurt your feelings.

        You had a small pout against your cheek as you walked throughout the building. Your arms filled with paperwork that you needed to copy and deliver to each of the supervisors. Your heels clicked against the floorboards, making your presence known to the others. It felt weird now. Before anyone knew about you and Miguel, things were easier. Now they just looked at you differently. Handing the paperwork to each of the supervisors, you made your way back to your desk on the top floor.

"(Y/N), can you come to my office?" Miguel called on your ear piece.

"Yes Sir," You chirped.

        You smiled as you heard his low, rumbling groan. You and Miguel had been together for three months since Lyla came back. Despite all the fuss with your other coworkers, Miguel was always there to cheer you up. That, and after some convincing, Lyla eventually agreed to the two of you dating. As long as she was no where around the office when Miguel rails you. Miguel had a tendency to fuck you so rough that your moans could be heard past his doors.

" You called for me, sir?" You chirped as you entered Miguel's office.

        Lyla immediately stood and made her way downstairs to the local coffee shop. Miguel motioned you towards his desk. You skipped over to him, sitting on his desk. Miguel grabbed your waist, inhaling your scent. He let out another groan as you whispered a 'sir' into his ear. Miguel reached into his bottom drawer, pulling out a small box. He placed the box in your hands, demanding that you open it. You tilted your head in confusion,

"Hm? New panties?" You questioned, then noticed something about them, "M-Miguel, what is this?!" You squeaked.

        The panties had a small vibrator right where your clit was supposed to rest on. Your cheeks burned up as Miguel told you to put them on. You huffed quietly, putting the panties on. Miguel always made sure that you wore nothing under your skirt whenever you worked. It was easier for him to fuck you, so this was a first. You felt slightly uncomfortable as you felt the vibrator press against your clit. The panties itself felt slightly heavy too.

"Okay?"

"Wait, lemme just get a small taste," Miguel whispered as he held a small remote.

        You watched as he pressed a button. Suddenly, you felt the vibrator turn on and hit your clit. Your body arched and trembled from the toy. You hovered over Miguel's desk, whimpering lowly from the sensation. Miguel just groaned in response, enjoying your reaction to his new toy. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the back of your neck. You spread your legs more, whining at the vibrator. Miguel raised the setting, watching as your body flinched, your face contorting in pleasure.

" Voy a disfrutar que me pidas mi polla. Llamándome señor cada vez que te robo el orgasmo hasta que te folles en mi polla. (I'm going to enjoy  you begging me for my dick. Calling me sir each time I steal your orgasm away until you fuck yourself on my cock.)" He whispered in your ear. You moaned lowly, your butt pressing against his crotch,

"M-Mig....S-Sir, sir please," You begged lowly. Miguel just groaned in response,

"Not yet, mi pequeña .muñeca sexual (my little fuck doll). I want to savor these moments. It will be worth it later," He nibbled against your ear, turning the vibrator off.

"Miguel!" You cried out, having your orgasm stolen from you.

        Miguel inhaled to the sounds of your whines. He kissed the back of your neck, reminding you to deliver some paperwork to bookkeeping now. You took a moment to catch your breathe, still whimpering from your high being stolen. You grabbed the paperwork and made your way towards the door. Right as you did, you felt the vibrator again.

"S-Sir~!"

"I'll be waiting," He said with a smirk.

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        It had only been an hour and you were currently in the bathroom, panting like crazy. You weren't sure how much more you could handle. You were on the brick of orgasming four times now and Miguel stole each one away. You were ready to please yourself, but you knew that it would take away the fun Miguel had for later. You took your work phone out, checking Miguel's schedule for today. He always had gaps for you to help him 'destress'.

        You whimpered, seeing that Miguel's only free slot was for another two hours. This was going to be torture. Speaking of torture, you flinched forward as the vibrator started to abuse your clit again. You covered your mouth, trying to suppress a moan since anyone could enter at any moment. And speak of the devils...

"(Y/N)'s been weird today. Do you think Miguel finally tossed her aside?" 

"Maybe, now us hard workers have a real chance."

        You bit your lower lip, shaking from your anger and the pleasure of the vibrator. Right when you were about to have your release, it was stolen again. It was like Miguel knew how long you would crack. Taking a moment to breathe, you clenched your fist. If only these girls knew the real reason then they would shut their mouths. Once you heard them leave, you hurried your way over to Miguel's office. One of his meetings was about to end. The next could wait.

        You stormed pass Lyla, who immediately went to get another coffee. She turned at the elevator, grinning,

"I already moved his next appointment."

"Thanks, Lyla."

        You stormed into Miguel's office, seeing him getting ready to leave. He gave you a smug grin before reaching for the remote again. You grabbed his collar as he turned the vibrator on and kissed him. Your body pressed against his as you sat him back on his chair. Miguel's hands laid against your waist, drawing circles against you.

"I have a-"

"Moved," You hushed him, grinding your hips against his.

        Miguel groaned as the vibrator rubbed against his dick with each grind. Your face was blissed out as you rubbed your hips furiously. Miguel took your shirt apart, sucking against your breasts as he pulled your skirt up. The threw the remote to the side, allowing you to finally have your much needed relief. Your moans started to get erratic as you felt your high coming. Miguel groaned as he undid his pants, burying his head between your breasts.

"Huele tan bien. Mi preciosa niña, has estado esperando mi polla, ¿verdad? (Smell so good. My lovely girl, you've been waiting for my dick, right?)" He hummed.

        You moaned at the sight of his dick, moving your panties slightly. The vibrator still rubbing against your clit as you positioned yourself. You whimpered as his dick easily entered your drenched hole. Miguel grunted as he placed you on your back against his desk and started to pound your pussy. You arched your back, finally reaching your orgasm.

"Así es, esa es mi chica. Mira que guarra eres con mi polla. Tan jodidamente hermoso, todo para mí. (That's right, that's my girl. Look at how slutty you are for my dick. So fucking beautiful, all for me.)" He groaned lowly.

        You were a moaning mess as Miguel slammed his dick deeply inside you. Each thrust bulling your cervix, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Miguel held your waist as he pounded your hard and deep. He brought his lips against your neck as his thumb pressed against the vibrator. Your moans grew louder as your pussy sucked his dick tighter. Miguel groaned lowly as you reached another orgasm.

"Guess we need to use these toys more often," He chuckled, stopping to fill you with his cum, "Me vas a ordeñar seco a este ritmo. (You're going to milk me dry at this rate.)"

"A-Ah~ S-Sir...s'good...m-more~!" You begged. Miguel could only moan,

"Again, say it again!"

"Sir!" You cried out as he placed you on your stomach, fucking you harshly from behind, "Sir! S-Sir~ Ah~"

        Miguel hummed to your cries. He lifted your hips closer to his, pounding the life out of your pussy. He licked his lips, feeling you tighten around his cock. You were his perfect girl. Cumming inside you again, Miguel exhaled softly. He really needed to go to his meeting. Miguel pulled out of you, watching his cum drip out of your hole. He removed your panties, wanting to give you a break after being so good for him all day.

"You did well, mi amor." He kissed the back of your neck. You turned on your back, panting heavily,

"Miguel," You sat up to kiss him, "I love you, sir."

        Miguel's eyes widen as he fixed his shirt. He turned towards you, enjoying your fucked out expression. Another groan escaped his lips as he kissed you, pushing his dick inside you once more. He held your lower back, thrusting into you like a madman.

"Yo también te amo. Qué buena puta chica. (I love you too. Such a good fucking girl.)" He replied. You moaned out, moving your hips along with his, "All mine. All for me."

"S-Sir~"

        Miguel grunted as he ripped another orgasm from you. Sweat rolled down his forehead as he went to fill you again and again. How could he stop now? Miguel only stopped once he heard Lyla call for him for his meeting. You whined in response. Miguel chuckled towards you, giving you one last load. He stroked your hair, pulling you in for another kiss.

"I think it's time you move in with me," You panted softly, fixing your skirt as he pulled out,

"Only if you can last as long as I did with that toy,"

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Hi! Can you do a Bang-able drabble where he has a glitch in his programing (he's a computer after all), and he shuts off. She has to call the company to help fix him, but it takes a few days. She's miserable without him and when he's working again, she's all over him and he's loving all the attention from her. He could even say something like "wow I should shut off more often" because he just loves how much she missed him. Thank you!

Okay so this is a little different and a lot less excitable but I thought it was cute 🥰

I hope you like it!

(And sorry it took me so long 😅)

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"How long has it been?" Ava ask, sitting down on the couch and handing me a glass of wine, helping me drown my sorrows of being away from him. 

"A couple of days" I say and she hums, trying to hold back her clear need to make fun of me and when I glance up at her after my attention had been on my wine she breaks. "A couple day's without robo-dick got you down this bad?" she snorks, not being able to sympathize with me any longer. 

"It's not just that alright. Although I won't lie in saying that's been on my mind, but I'm worried. What if they reprogram him on accident and we have to start all over? What if they break him and try to replace him with a new model? What if-" 

"Y/n, it's fine. I read up on what's going on and it looks like it's a normal defect that's happened with most of the models that were made around that time and from the looks of it, it seems like it's an easy fix" she interrupts, having looked it up beforehand to quell my worries.

"Yeah, you're probably right...but I've never been away from him this long. I mean he's barely been out of my sight since he got here" I say, making a valid point as to why I'm feeling like this. 

"You really miss him, don't you?" she sighs, realizing that the sex bot part of him, although very prevalent from how often I decide to stay home most weekends, has become a secondary thought for me. "I do" I say, not needing to point out the elephant in the room but still wanting to voice my feelings. 

"He's my best friend...besides you" I admit and she scoffs "Thanks". 

She rolls her eyes and gets up to grab the other half of the second bottle she had forgotten on the counter but before we can change or even continue the subject there's a knock on my door. 

She looks over at me but I shrug, deciding to let her answer it since it's almost ten pm and let's admit it, she's a lot more fearless than I am. 

Getting up on her tip toes she looks out of the peephole and when she's realized who it is she turns around, a smirk splayed across her face. "You're gonna wanna to answer it" she says and steps aside, waiting for me to do as she says and when I stand up and cautiously make my way to the door I look out the peephole as well and it's like I can't unlock the door fast enough. 

"Took you long enough" he smirks and braces for impact since I'm literally clinging onto him as soon as I open the door. "I missed you" I say, burring my face into his neck and breathing in that familiar scent I bought him. "Missed you too baby" he chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me in so there's no space between us. 

"And that's my cue to leave" Ava interrupts, her bag already on her shoulder and her shoes on her feet. "Wait you don't have to lea-" "I'm going before the tension gets too high between the two of you and I feel like even more of a third wheel than I already am" she interrupts, parting her way through the both of us and throwing a half ass wave our way. 

"Thanks Ava" Jungkook smirks, looking down at me and appreciating the unspoken agreement they have.

"Yeah yeah whatever lover boy, just don't leave her for that long again. Mopey y/n is a pain to deal with" she sighs. "Hey!" I call out in protest but she's already at the elevator when that simple word leaves my lips. "Bye" she waves again, a devious look in her eyes since she knows I'll be thanking her later. 

"Don't you ever leave me for that long again!" I scold him, as if he had a say in any of this. "I've literally been out cold since they took me back y/n, I had zero concept of time until I 'woke up'" he says with air quotes, slipping inside the apartment and closing the door. 

"Ew don't call me that" I say and walk further into the living room with him trailing behind me. "That's your name isn't it?" he says so matter o' factly that I whip around way too fast, scared that my fears might've become a reality.

"No no no no! Don't tell me they reprogramed you! Your memories are all gone aren't they? I knew I shouldn't have let them take you! The glitch wasn't that big of a deal! I thought you spacing out all the time was really cute. I jus-" 

"Baby" he says in a way that convinces me I was wrong, making me let out a breath. "I haven't forgotten about you and I sure as hell made sure I came back to you as soon as possible" he reassures me and that alone is enough. 

"Really?" I pout, having stopped the nervous pacing I had been doing since I started my short lived spiral. "Really really" he assures me, pulling me in by my waist, making me place my hands on his shoulders in turn, looking up at him and seeing that same expression he gives me when he's trying to convince me that everything'll be okay. 

"Come here" he says, taking one of his hands off my hip and placing it on my cheek, angling my face just right so he can kiss me. That same familiar feeling hitting my senses when he kisses me perfectly, matching with the pace he knows always makes me dizzy. 

"Believe me now?" he chuckles once I pulled back, looking up at him suspiciously. "Maybe" I say, narrowing my eyes, still not fully convinced but enough to know that my Jungkook is back. 

Not a new and improved one, my Jungkook.

"There were a few things they changed though, well more like added" he admits and I step back, leaving his embrace, skeptical and scared about what it might be. "What is it?" I whisper, and he chuckles before stalking towards me, telling me everything I need to know but with every step forward he takes, I take one back. 

"No no no I'm not in the mood for that right now" I say and he sighs, reeling in that predatory gaze. "Didn't you say you missed me though?" he huffs and I scoff, realizing how nosy he remains, another sign that he's still the same. 

"How long were you spying on us?" I cock a brow at him, crossing my arms over my chest and demanding an answer. "First thing I heard was Ava making fun of you for missing my robo-dick" he grins making me roll my eyes, sitting down on the couch, crossing my arms and feeling embarrassed that he heard all of that.

"It's cute to know that you missed me so much…and my robo-dick" he smiles and sits down next to me, pulling me under his arm even through my stiffened protest. "Whatever" I pout, not wanting him to know how hopeless I am without him, although I'm sure he could've guessed since I'm not good at hiding my emotions around him. 

"I missed you too" he chuckles and lays my head down on his lap instead, caressing my face and tracing all my features, almost as if he hadn't committed them to memory already...literally. "You sure you don't wanna..." he asks, the new features he had hinted at before clearly being something the company is wanting to get feedback on. 

"I just...I just wanna be with you" I confess, laying on my back with my head still in his lap, looking up at him and just enjoying the fact that he's back. "You're so adorable, you know that?" he coos, pinching my cheek just the slightest bit but I don't mind it. Not this time. 

I continue to study him, completely silent for a while watching him look down at me, looking just as fascinated in me as I am with him. Maybe it's just a feature for data collection but those are things I've come to ignore now. 

"Come here" I whisper and use one hand to slowly encourage him to lean down and kiss me, the angle awkward but it doesn't matter, with him all that matters is the here and now...

and that's enough for me.

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Read the full One Shot here 💜

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Ace of Hearts - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: enemies to lovers, secret feelings, late night confessions, new Avengers

word count: 7.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1438059900-ace-of-hearts-alicia

vibe: "I'm testing something." Alicia whispered. 

His brows furrowed in confusion as her hand crawled slowly up his arm until it stopped just below his elbow. "When was the last time you kissed someone?" She asked softly.

Masterlist

“Why are you like this?” Bucky asked following behind Sam as they headed towards the hangar. The last thing he needed on this mission was to be partnered with her. 

“It’s one mission, Buck.” Sam laughed, “Besides, if we’re all going to be a team and play nice with each other, you have to learn how to communicate with Alicia.” 

Bucky huffed as he glanced to the side as they walked. The building is much quieter nowadays. Well, as quiet as it could be. Both Parker and Bishop moved in a month ago and within a week Bucky had moved to the quietest hall in the building. The only probably now? His quarters were two doors down from hers…and that red hair… and those blue eyes that rival his own. 

“I’m not the one with the communication issue.” He muttered quickly, earning himself a look from Sam. Bucky frowned. “I’m not! I’m her superior,” he started but the word felt foreign on his tongue and distasteful, “Ace hardly listens to any orders that I give her and when she does it’s her way.” 

Sam sighed and stopped as they reached the Quinjet. “You know she hates it when you call her that.” His eyes darted around behind them checking for any of the other team members before speaking. “Listen, Alicia is a good addition to this team, a great one even. She’s got the skills you just refuse to see through whatever machismo front your putting up to hide the fact that somewhere deep down in that robo-brain of yours you actually like her.” 

His heart started to race and it was one of the many times that Bucky was thankful Sam didn’t have super hearing. “I don’t like her.” 

“You do.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, “okay argue with me all you want, but she’s still your partner on this mission so learn to actually listen to what she has to say.” 

“I wouldn’t need to if she would just listen–” 

“Reporting for Duty sir.” The sound of her voice carried through the hangar. Soft yet commanded the space around her. Chills ran down his spine the moment her footsteps stopped behind him. 

“Agent,” Sam nodded, “you’ll be with Barnes today.” 

Bucky turned just in time to see the slight fall of her features before she caught herself and pinned her shoulders back with a nod. “Great.” 

Sam let out a chuckle and patted Bucky on the shoulder before climbing into the quinjet without them. 

"Where do you need me, Barnes?" Alicia asked.

"Everywhere," Bucky thought, but managed to hold his composure in front of her. She looked at him with a raised brow, blue eyes boring into his with an intensity that he had to admire.

Alicia knew how to stand tall in front of him, shoulders rolled back so every vibe coming from her screamed confidence.

"You can go over the weapons once more, while I get the baby in the air. Make sure everything is as I taught you," he eventually answered. Alicia nodded, spun on her heels and stepped into the Quinjet.

"One mission," Bucky mumbled to himself while driving his fingers through his hair. His heart was galloping and he couldn't understand why. Maybe it was because her red hair and the confidence, that could easily be misjudged as arrogance, reminded him so much of Natasha.

Bucky had thought long and hard about the similarities the two redheads shared, but Natasha had inspired his confidence in his colleagues, encouraged him to embrace the team and fit in, Alicia's presence unsettled him. What was that phrase the kid used? Oh yeah, she set his spider sense tingling. He'd never really got over losing Natasha, both her and then Steve, and even Iron Dick at a push, had left him adrift. 

As the Quinjet took to the air, Bucky could hear Alicia, talking herself through the weapons check routine he'd taught the new recruits. She might make him feel like there were ants under her skin, but he had to give her some credit, she was a quick learner when she put her mind to it. It was her damn fucking mouth, which she put into gear before fully engaging her brain, that made her so damn infuriating. And then that damn look, like the outcome had actually been planned and wasn't down to sheer pissing good luck. And for her then to have the cheek of accusing him of neither being an effective communicator or listener.

Bucky could feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise and realized he's got goosebumps on his arms, as he turned to look over his shoulder he realized his nemesis was standing inches away.

“What?” He asked, moving to reach for his locket to check on his own weapons, not meeting her heavy gaze. 

Alicia smacked her lips loudly, “You need to cut the Winter Soldier out of your hair again.”

Bucky stilled, stunned into silence for a few heartbeats. 

“I mean—“ Alicia blurted out. “Your hair— it’s getting longer!”

And there she was.

How could he become a better listener if she was always spitting nonsense at the most random times? 

“You need to focus on our mission,” Bucky sighed, his already low patience level dropping drastically in a matter of seconds. “And my hair is completely fine.” ‎

“Alright,” she mumbled, resuming her task and clicking in place the barrel of her most trusted handgun. Then, in a venomous whisper to herself: “Not my fault you’re starting to look like Elvis.”

“Do you always just blurt out every thought that pops into your head?” Bucky asked, “or do you do it purely just to piss me off?” 

He knew his mistake the second the corner of her pouty lips turned upwards into a shit eating grin. His heart thumped against his chest reminding him that maybe Sam wasn’t completely wrong. 

“I’m not responsible for your feelings Sergeant Barnes.” She quipped, going back to checking her weapons. “I was just simply informing you that your hair makes you look like you’re about to break out in song while you gyrate across the ship's platform and while I would pay good money, really good money to watch you impersonate Elvis, we don’t have time for that.” Alicia’s bright blue eyes found his with that smirk he so badly wanted to wipe off her face. 

“You’re pushing it Ace.” He said slamming his locker shut. Heat flickered in her eyes at the nickname, the jab a perfect hit. His own smirk crawled over his features as he sat down at the head of the quinjet. “Quit daydreaming and make yourself familiar with the layout of the warehouse.” 

“I’m already familiar—“ 

“Do it again.” Bucky barked, keeping his eyes forward on the clouds. A huff sounded from behind him with a muttered “yes sir,” before her footsteps disappeared away from him. He swallowed hard, guilt and frustration making an angry mess in his chest but this wasn’t a game to him. It never had been and taking precautions was important. If she didn’t understand that then he would make her.

"Twenty minutes 'till arrival," the Quinjet informed Bucky, so he took a deep breath and went once more over his own equipment, securing multiple guns and knives on his tactical suit. 

Alicia returned with a large blueprint in her hands, slamming it on the table in the middle of the lockers with a loud thud. 

Bucky turned, seeing her studying the paper in front of her with concentration.

"Let's go over the mission one more time."

"But I'm just coming out of the briefing..."

"I know, but as you've probably realized, I was busy getting the jet ready for our departure, so I wasn't at the briefing."

"Right. I'd never miss the grumpy vibes radiating from you," Alicia mumbled under her breath. A normal man wouldn't have heard it, but Bucky's super soldier senses allowed him to hear more than he'd liked to. He clenched his teeth in disapproval, but decided to ignore her.

"The documents are secured in an old wood factory, located in the middle of the forest underneath us. The factory has been abandoned for a few years now, but it's not our target anyway. Scans showed that there is an extended tunnel system under the area, reaching from the factory all the way to another house that was supposed to be the forester's home," Bucky started.

"We're entering the tunnels through one of the ventilation shafts that end right next to the main building of the factory. Redwing's scans this morning showed that there are only a few men guarding the factory, so we should be easily able to reach and enter the shaft without distraction." Alicia pointed her finger on the X on the map that signaled the entrance point through the shaft, showing off her burgundy painted fingernails. 

"Never call a mission easy. You'll jinx it," Bucky growled. 

"Wouldn't have seen you as the superstitious guy, Sergeant Barnes," she commented with a smirk.

"I'm not superstitious, just very fond of my life."

"Suuuuure," Alicia mumbled under her breath.

Bucky patted himself down, one last check that his favorite knife was in his most accessible holster, and eyed Alicia’s tactical suit too. 

“Move your glock, Ace—” 

“That’s what she said.” 

Bucky blinked slowly, flicking his tongue up to his top lip as a beat of silence passed between them before he continued, nonplussed.

“That gun is your strength and you’ll never reach it quick enough if it’s holstered on your less dominant side.” 

Surprisingly, Alicia did as she was told and Bucky thanked the high heavens for at least one win today. His gaze flicking to her slicked back ponytail — not a hair out of place — and her suddenly serious expression as he gave her a nod. 

“Lead the way, Sarge.” Then she beamed, big and bright, and Bucky groaned, swiping his metal hand over his face.

The forest wasn’t very thick, with large gaps between the trees. Bucky wasn’t sure if it would help or hinder them but the broad branches of the canopy were enough to disguise the quinjet in the clearing they touched down in.

They stood side by side at the ramp, eyes alert for any threat but there were none and the two Avengers made their way out of the clearing and into the forest in the direction of their factory target.

Quietly, the Quinjet closed back up behind them. He took a deep breath, listening, watching, trying to gauge just how close the guards were. "Should be through this area of forest," he said quietly, pointing straight in front of him.

The two Avengers tracked silently through the forest, only stopping to check their bearings and to listen for signs of life. Redwing had shown that there were few patrols in this area, which is why they'd chosen that particular landing site. 

Bucky had to admit that, when her mouth was shut and she was focussed on the mission, the girl could potentially make a half decent agent. She was light on her feet and her eyes were constantly monitoring the terrain whilst still.being watchful for danger and able to clock his position. He spotted movement ahead and was impressed that when he turned to signal their stop, she was already signaling the alert back, nodding her agreement.

Alicia’s dominant hand reached for her holster, hovering over it as she made a first step sideways to cover Bucky’s side. She clenched her jaw, her focus unwavering.

His gaze lingered there, following the motion of her throat as she swallowed. 

Funny how a single, innocent action could derail the train of thought of even the best soldier on the field.

In a matter of seconds, a sliver of light passed right by him. The air thickened as his senses fired up with danger signals.

In front of him a guard fell on the soft layer of leaves with a deaf thud, an all too familiar blade handle standing straight from his chest.

“Did you just throw my knife at him?” Bucky asked, almost giving himself whiplash from turning in Alicia’s direction.

“You just dropped something, Sarge,” She blinked up at him. “Your jaw.” 

"Don't touch my knife." He grumbled pressing his foot to the guard's chest and pulling it out in one swift motion. He wiped the blood on his pant leg before putting it back into his holster. "Did you bring any of your own?" Bucky glanced up at her watching as her eyes scanned the treeline around them. 

"Your's was closer." She muttered her blue gaze flicking down to his before she readjusted her grip on her gun and pushed forward. Bucky stood there, staring at her with a thousand thoughts running through his mind. It was impressive, her speed and aim. He had seen her in the training room, plenty of times throwing daggers at foam forms but never quite like that. "You coming?" She asked, cutting through his thoughts. 

He narrowed his eyes at her and nodded.

It wasn’t long before they made it to the factory. The building looked decrepit, surrounded by rubble and rotting wood. 

“This looks safe,” Alicia muttered, shuddering as a large bird landed on the roof and more brick and stone fell to the ground by the rusted iron doors. 

“We’ll be fine. Stay alert, watch my six. We make it to the vent, that’s half the job done.” 

“See, how can I not say it’s an easy op when you make it sound like a piece of cake?” 

Bucky glanced at her over his shoulder, two seconds away from an eye roll as he brought his fingers to his lips and mimed zipping them shut. 

“Shut up, Alicia. Got it, Sarge.” 

Bucky couldn’t contain the eye roll that time, choosing to ignore anything that came out of Alicia’s mouth that wasn’t mission imperative. He raised a hand, pointing two sharp fingers towards the entrance and made a mental note to knock Sam upside the head.

On the lightest of steps, both Bucky and Alicia crept silently to it and swiftly pulled it open, careful not to make a sound to alert any guards. With a confirming nod, Bucky went it first and then felt as Alicia went in after him.

He sent a silent prayer nothing would give out from underneath their weights as a low creak sounded.

Thankfully it was a short distance and they reached the end of it without trouble, checked their surroundings and headed for the hidden lab. 

“This is it,” Alicia muttered, approaching an unmarked and nondescript door.

She stood to the side, her hand on the door handle and then nodded to Bucky, awaiting his confirmation that he was ready. One brusque nod in return and they were entering and sweeping the room with a syncopation that belied the short amount of time they’d actually worked together.

Bucky stared at her, rifling through paperwork, her bottom lip pinched between her teeth in concentration. Maybe he’d been too hard on her, maybe she deserved…

“You ok there, Sarge?” She asked, shaking him from his reverie. “You look a little dazed. You didn’t touch any of the bottles did you? Didn’t breathe in any powder or gas? ‘Cause I’ve read things and as much as we’re teammates there ain’t no way I’d assist you in-”

“Can it, Ace, just keep looking,” he grumbled, his brows drawn into a frown.

Bucky watched as she rolled her eyes and continued her search. He turned and looked out of the door, looking side to side, making sure they weren't followed. He could hear every step, every shuffle of paper, every drawer and folder she opened. "Any luck?"

"Nothing," she shook her head, turning towards him. "And the intel was definite that the formula was still here?" She asked.

"You know as much as I do," he retorted, "you being in the briefing and all." He blew out a frustrated breath, turning away from her his eyes focussed on the bench at the far corner of the room. The drawers were all closed, with individual keyholes in each.

"Over here," Bucky suggested, covering the distance in a few strides.

Her footsteps behind him were careful, calculated and he counted each one until he knelt in front of the bench. Warm vanilla and lavender flooded his senses as she squatted next to him, running her fingers over each key hole. "Think you can get this open?" He asked, his voice strained as he tried to not let her sweet smell overwhelm him. 

"Maybe," She said with furrowed brows as she glanced closer. "You think they're in here?" 

"It's the only one locked." He said plainly. 

"It could also be a decoy." Alicia frowned, pulling out a small tool kit. "Use those ears of yours and listen for more guards while I do this." 

Bucky scowled, "you ain't the boss here Ace." 

"And you don't have the lock picking skill I do." She quipped back scooting closer to the drawers. "Have my back for once."

Bucky grumbled but took watch, glancing back at Alicia every few seconds. She hummed under her breath as she worked and he tried to drown it out, focusing his ears on the faint sounds beyond the door, picking out noise in the wind and footsteps too far away to worry about yet.

“How’s it looking?” 

“My pick keeps jamming, but I can feel it loosening. Just give me a moment,” Alicia replied, “I’ve got this, Sarge.”

“I know you do, Ace,” Bucky mumbled, pacing towards the door on light feet. 

“So you do trust me to do my job?” 

“Never said I didn’t. I just—” he was cut off when something clicked loudly and the sound of metal sliding on metal had him spinning on his heel. 

“Ah-ha! I’m in!”

"Careful!" The order came out quickly from Bucky, startling her as he rushed to her before she could touch anything. 

Alicia's hands were raised away from the drawer, apprehensive as he approached her and braced himself to open it.

"It could be booby trapped," Bucky felt the need to explain. Even if he knew that she understood without saying the dangers possibly lurking everywhere.

"Step back, let me handle it." He ordered firmly.

With a raised brow, Alicia stood back on her feet and gestured to the drawer in a sweeping motion.

"I don't think it's fair that you'd take a possible hit but.. all yours Sarge."

“Nice,” he nodded, a small smile gracing his features. “Now let’s get the hell out of here.”

Bucky watched as Alicia rolled the paperwork and stowed it inside the zip of her combat gear. 

"What?" She asked, feeling a scorning judgment brewing behind his hooded gaze. "This way I've got both hands free in case we need to fight our way out." 

"Well we may well need to do that. Come on, shift gears," cocking his head towards the door back to the tunnels. Checking the coast was clear before stepping out, Bucky took the lead, heading back in the direction they had entered the facility. Alicia followed close behind, watching to ensure there were no surprises from the rear.

"Oi!" Two men rounded the back corner of the building, stopping both Bucky and Alicia in their tracks. 

Alicia spun around, flashing a smile he had never seen before but sent a burst of butterflies through his stomach. "Hey boys!" She grinned, "Interesting place you've got here. Any renovations planned?" 

The two men shared a confused look before looking back at her. "Why don't you unzip that suit and show us what you have underneath it." 

A low snarl from his left almost made him turn to look at her but before he could even stop it, she took a step forward. 

"I tried being nice." She said before going straight for the one who made the comment. Bucky let out a sigh as the other man made eye contact with him and grinned before charging at him. 

"Son of a bitch." He whispered as fists started flying.

The fight was quick but messy. Bucky ended up with more blood on him than he would have liked, caught off guard just once when his eyes were on Alicia, holding her own but visibly tiring as she took on the other man. 

It ended with two unconscious goons dumped in the woods and the two Avengers making a run for the quinjet, a little bruised and battered but with the papers still secure in Alicia's pocket. 

"You did good back there, Ace," Bucky murmured as he fired up the jet. He set the nav system to autopilot before joining her in the rear, plopping down beside her with a heaving sigh. "Any injuries that can't wait?" 

With a shake of her head, Alicia pulled the documents out and handed them over. 

"All good, Sarge. You'll need these for your report later, right?" 

"Oh, uh. Yeah. Thanks, agent." 

"I'm gonna take the bunk, wake me when we're back?" Alicia murmured and all Bucky could do was nod before leaving her to it, making his way back up front and knocking one of the books he kept hidden for long journeys down from the locker above the control panel.

A four-note whistle dragged Bucky abruptly from his book and he cursed under his breath at Alicia, who stretched languidly after her nap and joined him in the co-pilot seat.

“What the hell was that?” He grumbled, more in embarrassment at being so distracted as to not hear her moving around in the back.

She repeated the whistled tune and Bucky’s gaze homed in on her pursed lips and the teasing glint in her eye.

“You keep doin’ that but I still don’t know what-“

“It’s from the movie, dumbass. Sorry, I mean Sarge” she chuckled, crossing her legs up on the control panel and gesturing to his copy of The Hunger Games.

“They made a movie of it?” He asked, his eyebrows raising in pleasant surprise before he caught himself and scowled once more. “I like books better.”

“Course you do,” Alicia sighed. “Old man.”

Bucky shot her another ornery glare and grunted as the autopilot signaled their approach and began to facilitate landing. He barely managed to ignore the way she ran through the co-pilot checks in synchronicity with him, as if they’d always worked so closely. 

As soon as they docked Bucky was up, out of his seat, and stalking down the ramp as if the hounds of hell were after him.

“Thanks, Sarge, good mission, great company,” Alicia called after him, with a barely audible “asshole” added at the end but, thanks to the damned serum, he heard it anyway.

Bucky sighed as he made his way to the locker room nearby before he stripped down, wanting to take a shower. He ran his hands over his face as he stood beneath the hot spray. Why couldn’t I fucking focus today?

It didn’t take him long to shower and get dressed but by the time he did the halls were dark and the tower was quiet aside from the sounds of Parker and Bishop arguing over some video game. They tried to teach it to him and it lasted about ten minutes before he almost threw the controller into the wall and stalked off. He made his way down to his quarters tossing his clothes into his room before heading into the small kitchen shared with the other rooms on this wing. 

Flickers of red hair and blue eyes filled his mind, sending feelings swarming in his chest that he wasn't familiar with. Ones he didn't know how to deal with. She was a pain in his ass, tenfold but she could also fight and held her own against his unruly attitude. 

Bucky reached for the bottle of whiskey on the top shelf of one of the cabinets and poured himself a glass.

Parking himself at the marble-top kitchen island with his drink and a bag of chips, Bucky laid the papers they recovered out in front of him. He wasn't going to sleep any time soon, never has done after a mission, even one so simple. His mind often reeled, flashbacks and what ifs and all the fears that he still harbored. They were training  young people to fight, to put themselves in danger and he couldn't help but feel responsible for them. 

Settling in for the night, he looked over the documents, making notes for his report and draining one then two glasses of whiskey. It wasn't until he heard footsteps, soft and sleepy, padding into the kitchen that he realized he'd let himself zone out, get lost in his work. 

Alicia rounded the island and made a beeline for a clean glass on the draining board. Bucky glanced up, noting her rumpled pajamas and ponytail, now loose and slept in, and silently pushed the bottle of whiskey towards her.

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice rough from lack of sleep.

He huffed an acknowledgement and went back to staring at the paperwork, mindlessly swirling the amber liquid in his own glass.

A stool scraped across the floor and Alicia pulled herself up next to him, her head tilted as she perused the documents. He could smell her shampoo. The scent was…familiar, comforting, although he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. He found himself leaning closer to her and managed to pull back before he ended up with his nose buried in her scarlet ponytail.

“You should be asleep.” He muttered, glancing back down at the paperwork in front of him. The irony of that statement was he should be too. But lately the nights were long and a sick game of roulette on whether or not he’d get a peaceful sleep or be haunted by the nightmares of his past. 

Alicia tufts softly and leans back against the stool. “And let you have all the fun?” She said with the corner of her mouth turned upward as she reached for another small stack of paperwork. “Don’t think so, Sarge.” 

His eyes trailed to her profile. Button nose, pouty lips and eyes that even in the dark still seemed to shine a bright blue. “Can’t sleep, Ace?” 

It was small and quick but he caught how her body tensed for a brief moment at his question. It was the first inclination he’s had outside of her smart mouth. “Still wired from the mission I guess.” She said softly trying to recover that brief moment of silence after a question like that and not knowing how to answer. 

He was all too familiar with that.

"Wish I could tell you that feeling goes away," Bucky replied, taking a sip of his drink, "but you're lookin' at a man who'd rather bore himself with a mission report than close his eyes so I guess that tells you everythin' you need to know."

With her chin planted in the palm of her hand as she leant forward on the island, Alicia leveled him with a heavy stare before she bumped him softly on the shoulder. 

"You want to play a game?" She asked quietly, not what Bucky was expecting. "Twenty questions or something?" 

"Can't say I do, Ace." 

"Ah, come on. It'll be more interesting than reading those for what, the twentieth time?" 

"Fifteenth," Bucky murmured and Alicia cocked her head, pretty eyes knowing and convincing as hell.

He tried to ignore her stare and his jaw ticked as his face heated. A second passed, and another.

“Fine,” he huffed, shuffling around on his stool and taking a fortifying swig of liquor. “But I’m going first.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, Sarge. Fire away.”

Bucky hummed and took the opportunity to appraise her without having to pretend he wasn’t. 

“Cute pyjamas,” he grunted. “They your favorite color?”

“No, it’s blue. Why do you drink if it doesn’t affect you?” She retorted, firing straight back with a question of her own.

Bucky grinned at the quickness of her question. "Reminds me of the old days and I like the taste." 

"No one likes the taste." She quipped. 

He chuckled, "you've had shit whiskey then. Favorite drink?" 

"Tequila." 

"Tequila? Like mixed with some--" His brows raised when she shook her head cutting off his question. 

"Good old fashioned salt and lime." She smiled widely. "Does that surprise you?" 

Bucky thought about it for a moment and shook his head. "No. You're quite the spitfire, it's actually...quite the match." He chuckled.

"Thank you," Alicia grinned, "when did you lose your virginity?" 

Bucky blinked but rolled with it, "not pulling any punches, huh? 1933, Lucy Hargreaves. She was two years older and her Ma hated me." 

"Ooh, why?" Alicia shifted in her seat, big eyes earnest and her lips curved in interest. 

"Nice try, Ace, it's my turn," Bucky chuckled, reaching for a handful of chips and pushing the bag in her direction. He munched happily as he thought of another question, surprised by the way the load of tension in his shoulders was lightening and his whole body was turned towards Alicia now, open and comfortable.

“Tick tock, Sarge,” she teased, popping a chip into her mouth and firing a wink in his direction.

“Alright, alright. Why don’t you date?” He asked.

“I date,” Alicia protested, stiffening in her seat, her smile growing tight.

“Nah, you don’t. Or if you do it was before you moved in here. I ain’t seen you go out and there sure as hell ain’t been no-one havin’ a sleepover with you.”

“You keeping tabs on me, Barnes?” She grated awkwardly. “I didn’t realize you cared enough to notice.”

“I don’t, I mean, I do…I mean, not like that, I-“ Bucky blustered himself into a corner.

"Easy there," She said, grabbing his bicep. "Don't force yourself into a reboot." 

Bucky took a deep breath and glanced over at her his own body tense under the weight of her touch. "I'm not a robot." He frowned which only made the soft smile on her features grow. 

"Tell that to Wilson." she laughed and pulled her hand away and his heart fell with the loss of contact. "Who's turn is it?"

"Yours, and I feel like I'm gonna need more whiskey for this," Bucky muttered, topping up both of their glasses. 

"Why don't you date?" Alicia asked and it sounded as sincere as it did in retaliation to his own question. He should have expected that really. Bucky screwed his face up and gulped back his drink, wishing it would affect him for once. 

"I just don't," he replied, "next question." 

"Woah, no. I'm not letting you get away with that one, Sarge," Alicia said quickly. "Give me one honest reason why you don't, just one?" 

"You've met me," Bucky shrugged, a poor excuse for an answer and clearly not the one Alicia was expecting as her face fell. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" He saw her face contort into a mixture between contained anger and utter despair as she voiced her question, her voice going an octave louder in the silence.

She didn't wait for him to form a response to her question, not that he had much to say. He knew how people looked at him.

"Sarge! You may be a pain in my ass and also excel in riding my ass in training but," there was quiet determination in her eyes that had the chuckle that threatened to slip from him die down. 

"You're kind, and smart, and you care about us. Your team.. your family." 

Bucky tried to swallow down but it felt like his throat closed up. He didn't dare look her in the eyes even as her icy pools swept over his face.

"Anyone would be lucky to have you," she shrugged. Alicia's voice was much softer now as a tinge of red spread across her face and she turned away from him, picking up her drink.

"Anyone who makes you think otherwise is a fool." She ended quietly while avoiding his eyes and took a large gulp of the amber liquid.

“You been keepin’ tabs on me, Ace?” He managed to croak, ending on a chuckle that sounded forced even to him.

Alicia huffed a little and picked at the rim of her glass with one finger.

“I used to hate that nickname you know,” she muttered. “Always felt like you were putting me down, belittling me, like I wasn’t good enough for the famous Avengers.” Bucky opened his mouth to apologize but she waved her hand to cut him off. “I said I used to. Don’t mind it so much anymore.”

“Why?” Bucky asked, conscious of the tension that was building; like the air before a thunderstorm.

“‘Cause you’re the only one that uses it,” she admitted, looking across at him, a flush creeping across her cheeks.

"Everyone needs a nickname." He muttered feeling those butterflies swarm in his belly again. Her eyes flickered up to his and it was like a bolt of lightning struck him. 

"You don't have nicknames for the others." She said quietly with a hint of hopefulness that sent his heart into a frenzy. He did, but they weren't nice and mainly consisted of picking on Parker. "You also don't ride the others as hard as you do me in training." 

"What are you gettin' at Ace?" He asked softly, picking at the label on the whiskey bottle trying to avoid looking at her because if he did again, if he found those ice blue eyes he was going to be a goner and she was one thing he wasn't going to allow himself to ruin. 

Alicia let out a breath. "I just think maybe you don't dislike me as much as you put off."

Bucky huffed out a soft chuckle, half hating that she’d put the words out there and half pleased he didn’t have to say them himself. 

“You’re—” he paused and dared to glance up, forcing himself to look ahead at the kitchen cabinets but even seeing her blurred in his peripherals was almost too much. 

“I’m what, Sarge?” 

“You’re somethin’ else, Ace.”

The laugh that left her lips was surprised, melodic and a hint of delight danced across her features as Bucky felt that sound hit somewhere deep in his chest. A cascade of feelings he didn't want to put a name to yet filled him.

His hand twitched to rub at his chest where his heart was but he forced himself to only grip the glass in his hand, if a little tighter than before.

"I'll take that as a compliment, Sarge." She said after her laugh had gently faded. A quick wink following.

“You should,” he said, tossing back the last gulp of whiskey and pouring himself another helping.

“I’ll take another, too.”

“Compliment, or whiskey?” He asked, making the mistake of actually looking directly at her.

“Both?” She grinned, sliding her glass towards him. “Although if you carry on with the compliments I’m gonna start to think you actually like me.”

Bucky froze. It was only for a split second but he knew Alicia had noticed. Cursing himself he tried to downplay his reaction but it was no use.

“Sarge?” She asked quietly, warily, almost…hopefully? 

He didn’t respond and when she reached to retrieve her whiskey she stilled him by wrapping her fingers around his on the glass.

“Bucky?”

Bucky's entire body tensed at the feeling of her warm soft skin. 

"Bucky." She said again and this time he cleared his throat with a nod but his gaze remained on their hands. Her fingers loosened their grip on his hand but lingered there for a moment before they trailed up his wrist. 

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice low and raspy as he tried to calm his racing heart. 

"Is that one of your questions?" She asked just as softly. 

Bucky's gaze finally found hers and he nodded. 

"I'm testing something." Alicia whispered. 

His brows furrowed in confusion as her hand crawled slowly up his arm until it stopped just below his elbow. "When was the last time you kissed someone?" She asked softly.

“Couldn’t tell you,” Bucky murmured, unsure if he liked the new way his heart was thrumming hard and fast against his rib cage. It wasn’t the scared thundering he was used to, no overwhelming roar in his ears this time. 

His breath hitched as Alicia’s hand traveled further, up to his bicep where her fingertips pressed lightly into the muscle. Bucky glanced down and he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from how she was holding onto him, warm and gentle and foreign to him now. 

“What would you do if I were to kiss you now?” 

“Alicia.” If he meant it to be a warning, it didn’t come out that way. Her name sounded soft on his lips, a breath of syllables rolling off his tongue in a way he rather liked.

"Tell me," her voice was breathy, soft even though her breathing was starting to turn a little shallow in front of him.

He couldn't help it, couldn't control the way his hand let go of the glass it held and inched its way closer to her while the other clenched and whirred under the strain of his nerves. Both their eyes tracked the movement before locking on each other's faces. 

Alicia's face was flushed under his gaze, inching slightly closer to him with every breath she took.

"I think..." he hesitated. "I would kiss you back." 

The confession hung heavy in the air they shared, Bucky's eyes tracing her face as he dared to touch her back and placed his hand on the curve of her hip and felt her breath hitch.

 Alicia was so delicate underneath his careful touch.

"Can I kiss you, Bucky?"

His tongue darted out to dampen his bottom lip and he drew in a shaky breath. “Y-yeah.”

Her hand on his bicep moved again sliding gently upward to curl around the back of his neck, her thumb stroking tenderly along the curve of his jaw. His pulse thrummed beneath her fingers, which tightened with the smallest amount of pressure to draw him forwards.

“You’re gonna have to meet me halfway, big guy,” she whispered, her mouth curving into a smile as she leaned towards him.

He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself even if he’d wanted to, bending his head down to her, and then her lips were pressed against his so delicately that he almost didn’t believe it was happening. He felt the slight tremble in her kiss, as if her heart were beating as fast as his. If he concentrated he could actually hear it, pounding out a desperate rhythm.

Knowing that she was just as nervous or anxious as he was made him feel less like a hundred year old who couldn’t remember the last time he kissed someone and more like a man desperate for touch. 

He slid his arm around her waist turning fully into her and took her top lip between his deepening the kiss until by sheer instinct he pulled her closer. 

Alicia whimpered slightly as his arm wrapped around her and it forced him to break the kiss, wide eyes and terrified that he had done something to hurt her. “Why did you stop?” She breathed, her breath warm against his. 

“Did I hurt you?” He said the words tight and strained. 

The warmest smile spread over her face as she shook her head. “No, but I can take it.” She whispered. 

This made him chuckle and nod softly as he dipped his head once more. “Okay tough guy.” He rasped before slotting his lips over hers once again.

As they kissed, Alicia toyed with the soft tufts of hair at the nape of his neck, longer than usual just like she'd pointed out earlier, but the fizz of warmth it sent through him as she twirled the strands around her fingers made him reluctant to even think about cutting it now. 

Alicia sighed, her lips parting further and presenting Bucky with the chance to lick into her mouth, taste the whiskey and chips on her tongue. He groaned into it, his fingers dancing over her sides until he had a tight but gentle grasp on her waist. 

"Hold on, Ace," he murmured into her mouth, giving her the barest warning before he hauled her out of her stool and onto his lap. The gleeful yelp that escaped her pulled out a laugh, loud and full as his nose scrunched in delight. And then he dove straight back in, too deep now to stop kissing her for even a second.

Little moans escaped her mouth and right into his as Bucky's hunger grew with each swipe of tongue against one another. His skin felt on fire as heated blood rushed through his veins. 

It was too much and not enough all at once, his hands roved over every inch he could reach and reveled in the way her back arched into him. Her arms wound around his neck to pull herself closer to him.

Bucky pulled back from her mouth only to trail his lips and tongue down her jaw, letting her breathe while he nipped and kissed his way to a spot below her ear that had her gasping the air right back out.

"Oh god.." 

Both his hands tightened on Alicia's hips at the sultry sound. It echoed in his ears again as he repeated the motion.

“Mmm…” Bucky nipped and licked down her neck before sucking gently on her pulse. When he pulled back he grinned, seeing her eyes blown wide with lust and arousal. “Wow…”

He let his gaze drop, taking in her little pyjamas properly now she was so close. His eyes fell to her vest top first, so thin he could see the way her nipples pebbled beneath the fabric, and then the little slither of her belly, pale and soft in the dim light of the kitchen. 

Bucky swallowed thickly, shivered as Alicia trailed her own hands down his chest until they settled between them, where her legs straddled him, all tiny plaid shorts and bare flesh against the rough denim of his jeans. When he finally dragged his eyes back up to meet hers, still dark, still full of wanting, Alicia fluttered her long eyelashes and flashed him a cheeky little smirk. 

"Mind if I move, Sarge?" She whispered and Bucky groaned. His grip on her tightening as he gave her a short nod of affirmation, sucking in a breath at the sudden and torturously slow grind of her hips.

“God,” Bucky gritted out, his hand sliding up to palm her breast through her top, his thumb stroking over her pebbled nipple.

A low moan slipped past her lips and he caught it with his own, teasing into her mouth with his tongue. It was Alicia who tugged down the front of her own top and suddenly there was the tender heat of her bare flesh beneath his palm, a counterpoint to the friction of her core grinding against the straining tent in his jeans.

He shifted on the stool, barely managing to contain the urge to rut against her and desperately trying to control the strength of his grip on her waist as he held her close.

Heat licked at his belly as he nipped at her bottom lip, earning himself another moan dripping from her plump kiss bitten lips. Bucky slid his free hand up her back, tangling it in her hair as she rolled her hips again. It was driving him crazy. She was driving him crazy. Every tiny movement, every sigh, every whimper it all sent a thrill straight to his cock. 

His palm squeezed gently around her breast, molding it to his hand as her head fell back, a soft moan escaping her before she lifted her head with a soft grin. Her lips formed into a smirk before she rocked harder once and dipped her head to nip along his jawline.

"Fuck, Alicia-- sweetheart," Bucky choked out, his own head lolling to the side to give her better access to his skin. He could feel her mouthing hotly at his neck, forming a bruise that wouldn't be there come morning; a real shame if you asked him. 

His hands skimmed her body, trying to touch every inch of her, feel her strength and her softness under his fingertips. Every gorgeous bit of her that had him writhing in his seat, trying so hard to keep it together. 

"You can let go, you know. If it feels good," she whispered and Bucky stuttered out a groan and a series of soft grunts as he helped her hips keep up a steady pace that drove them both someplace higher, teetering on the edge of pleasure.

Her teeth nipped at his ear with hot breath and whispered, "keep going." 

All of it was enough to push him over the edge, soaking the inside of his boxers and jeans. He desperately needed her to come too and it wasn't far behind him that her body softly shuddered in his arms. A series of soft praises flew from her mouth as she pressed her lips into his neck sending a chill down his spine. There were a few moments of silence that settled between them. The sounds of their breathing filled the kitchen area. 

"One more question?" He said softly wrapping his arms around her as she melted into his chest. 

"What's that?" She said softly. 

"Will you...I mean would you like to maybe go out sometime?" He said softly as she lifted her head. 

Alicia smiled warmly and nodded. "I'd like that." 

A throat cleared behind them. Bucky's eyes darted to the door seeing Sam standing in the doorway with a shit eating grin. Embarrassment flooded him and his cheeks turned a soft shade of pink as Alicia fixed her top and slowly slid off of his lap. "I'll leave you two to it." She grinned and disappeared down the hallway. 

Bucky leaned forward against the counter, adjusting his jeans underneath it. 

"Pain in your ass huh?" Sam smirked, reaching for the whiskey. 

"Shut up Sam." Bucky groaned and slid out from the counter and shoved past him down towards his quarters leaving Sam chuckling in the kitchen. The moment he was alone, he slipped out of his pants and boxers, finding new ones and crawled into bed. Red hair, blue eyes and perfectly pouty lips flooding his thoughts as his eyes grew heavy and he dreamed of the girl two doors down.

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prev anon hello "later, when they're officially together, pac uses his extensive knowledge to wreck fit effortlessly" would you care to elaborate

ok you know the drill, cut time! this one definitely needs it, this isnt done but im posting it now anyway cuz ao3 [was] down

he built the thing of course he knows where the most sensitive spots are, exactly how to please and how to torture

pac made sure to put the etching of pac man, his permanent claim on fit, on a piece incredibly sensitive to touch, so he could indulge his possessive side by running his tongue over it while racking fit's body with wave after wave of pleasure

pac has given himself the option to either have a robo-cock (fully integrated with his nerves) or a pussy (biological). when he equips his cock he's created a mode where their dicks' sensations are synced

it originally only works when they're extremely close together (like frotting close), but with help from mike (who's partially doing this help his soulmate and friend, partially doing it to see if it can be done and the extents of wireless redstone, and partially doing it because he thinks it'd be a bit funny to see them tease/torture each other) they eventually get the range to be almost anywhere on the island

when that happens shit gets a little crazy, fit's mining and taking to the huevitos when suddenly he's doubled over in pleasure. his instincts from 2b2t won't let him stay out here vulnerable like this, where any stranger wondering the wasteland could find and take advantage of him ((well maybe he wouldn't mind if that stranger was pac)) so with shaky hands he pulls out his warpstone and teleports to Ilha Chume Labs

the walk from the waystone to pac's bedroom is agonizing, the hot wet pressure between his legs makes every step increasingly difficult, but the images filling his mind of what pac must be doing to cause this pleasure propel fit forward as fast as his unsteady legs can take him

none of the images could even come close to the beautiful scene laid out before fit when he opens pac's door

pac's prosthetic leg is carefully set up to charge next to his bed stand where his clothes are neatly folded. on the other side of the bed sits pac's scythe next to the flowers fit last gave him and a bottle of lube. in the middle, a perfect centerpiece for this picture, is pac, lying on his bed, head thrown back in ecstasy as he moves something between his spread legs

before he can investigate what's between pac's legs, fit's attention is drawn to pac's blissed out face when he cries out his name as he notices fit's presence in the room. their eyes meet and for a moment fit is overwhelmed with the love he feels for this man, but the moment is quickly cut off when pac moves the hand between his legs and fit feels another sharp pulse of pleasure in his dick

fit closes the distance between them, shucking his shirt and hoodie in one hasty movement, eyes fixated on pac's hand as he slowly figures out what is going on

pac is fucking his newly wireless dick into his own sopping wet cunt

fit's heart almost definitely skips a beat as he connects the dots, realizing the amazing wet heat around his cock has been pac's pussy the whole time

as fit gets closer pac slows down his ministrations, moving his hand to the side to allow fit better access, using what little leverage he has left to maintain a steady rhythm of pleasure pulsing through their dicks

fit leans down, running his hands along pac's legs and spreading them even further. tracing over surprisingly powerful muscles as his hands inch down steadily

fit ghosts his hands over pac's cunt, reveling in the stutter he causes in pac's rhythm and the quiet "fit" that escapes his mouth (god how he loves when pac says his name with a "tch") he soon returns his hands back to pac's legs, softly gripping onto the comfortable fat that covers beautifully twitching muscles.

pac's cunt isn't left unattended though, once his hands have found their place fit bends in and laps reverently at the connection between pac's dick and pussy.

pac impossibly becomes even wetter, or maybe that's just fit's saliva mixing with his juices, it doesn't matter, he's in heaven

fit however, wants more. pac's arousal is all he can smell, his slick is dripping down his face, his cunt soft and delicious on his tongue, his dick is enveloped completely by pac's warm tight walls

yet he needs more

he looks at the wires attached to pac's clit and is struck with an idea how he can get the more he so desires. it needs to be discussed with pac first though

it takes herculean effort to pull himself away from pac's cunt, but fit manages to, only for the hand pac is not currently using to fuck himself to wrap around the back of his bald head and drag him in for a passionate kiss

it's sloppy and wet and pac must be able to taste himself in fit's mouth, but fit wouldn't have it any other way

when they're finally forced to stop for breath, fit palms pac's dick and pants out "how far away can this thing go?"

"as far as yours i think"

oh the Ideas that gave fit, of taking it with him and fucking himself on it later, of stealing it and pranking him with pleasure or pain at the most inconvenient times, but none of that mattered right now, he had a mission

first he has to draw back from pac, getting up to undo his belt and discard his pants and boxers as quickly as possible (it's not nearly fast enough, fit wishes quesadilla island's anti-cheat wasn't so strong so he could use his abilities to speed it up, just so he wouldn't be away from pac for these unbearable seconds)

his dick finally being free shakes fit back to attention, his eyes refocusing on pac's delicious cunt

fit grabs his dick, giving extra attention to the pac man etched into it (attention pac greatly appreciates judging from the way his hips buck up at the sensation) before crawling up the bed to close the far too large space between them and bringing his hands to rest against pac's hole and hand

once fit has settled into his proper place between pac's legs, he covers the hand pac is using to fuck himself with his own hand, grabbing pac's dick through it. pac's movements stop as he lets fit drag his dick completely free from his pussy, the wet pop it makes echoing throughout the room

[elementary-my-dear-daddy]

as a drabble: wb robo logan being put in bondage w his own wires? by janus or virgil. if thats not your cup of tea than just logan being put in bondage by janus/virgil :))

Wrapped Up

Analoceit (Virgil, Logan, & Janus)

Content: Android!Logan, Wireplay, Teasing

Read it on AO3!

“Calm down, Lo, if I didn't know how to do this I wouldn’t be doing it.” Virgil said, removing the last screw on the android’s back panel. Logan winced as the sound of metal hitting the floor rang out.

“You should really use some sort of cup or other receptacle to place fasteners such as screws or bolts in when performing repairs.” He commented shortly, “I would appreciate it if you didn’t lose any parts of me, no matter how small.”

“Scared we’ll lose your dick, then?” Janus joked from his place on the table.

An obvious whirring from Logan’s cooling fans started as he met the other’s eyes for a moment before looking down, “You know that my model was created with average size in mind- ahh~!”

Just at that moment, Virgil decided to uncoil a few wires tangled inside the other, prompting the noise. Logan reached behind him and grasped his wrist to stop the sensation.

“Woah. What was that?” 

“That was what happens when you aren’t careful with my circuitry.” Logan said in between quick breaths, “Thank you for helping Virgil but I think it’s best if I handle the rest of my repairs myse-oh fuck-”

Virgil tugged on the wires again, “They’re tangled, L, let me do it. You can’t see how much of a mess it is back here.”

Janus caught the subtle flicker of light in Logan’s eye displays, and a devious grin spread across his face at the thought that followed, “Oh, that’s arousing for you, isn’t it?”

Logan blushed, or rather the synthetic skin that made him seem and feel human did. He tried to suppress the energy running through the systems making him feel this way as he fought Virgil’s assault on his hardware behind him.

“Will you just allow me-” His voice glitched heavily, stopping suddenly as a thin wire was pulled taught around his hands.

Virgil tsked, “See, this is why you need to let someone else help with repairs.” He pulled on the wire some more, eliciting another noise from the android, “Now you’re stuck.”

Logan didn’t want to risk tugging at the wires any more than he already was, so he stayed in place, allowing the other to prod at his insides while Janus watched. Speaking of, Janus hopped down from his spot on the table and strutted up to inspect.

“Poor Logan, completely helpless and all tangled up with your own hardware,” He chuckled, “I don’t suppose you’ll mind if we experiment, do you?”

“Please- just don’t break me!” He yelped as he was bent over so the two of them could both mess with him. Needless to say, the three of them discovered many new functions of Logan’s model that night.

[fruitvault]

having an idea where as an ultimate sort of edging for fenton who is extremely intimate and touchy gyro does a sort of doctor play with him.

fens completely tied up on an examination table, can barely move anything but his head, theres a bright light over him and everything is just very sterile. its supposed to make him as cold and as exposed as possible

gyro on the other hand is completely clothed (maybe has a lab coat on too?) and is very harsh with him, refuses to touch him unless he has latex gloves on and punishes him if he calls him anything but 'doctor'. mayyyybe refers to him as an 'experiment' the whole time and theres a lot of degradation/praise going on too

gyro wont pleasure him at all (but maybe theyve got the robo tentacle- not moving- around his dick n he puts a plug in at some point) but uses him to just get himself off, maybe thats the only time he'll praise fenton is when he's doing a good job at pleasuring him

finally he lets fenton go and fenton is so desperate he immediately has gyro on his back and is begging for him, they go a few rounds before fens too exhausted to do more, but gy wants to give him one more so he rides him while hes got the tentacle in his ass

I doodled smthn inspired by this and I have no idea why I kept forgetting to put it here

very quick censor since posts have been taken out for corkscrew before. however, friendly neighborhood reminder that I'm a much more active menace on my twt (same @)

[echos-girlfriend]

Freaky

Echo x reader

Masterlist

I did one for male and female.. gn coming soon tho Also I get straight into it so…

Basic HCs

Echo has robo dick..

Echo has special sensors on his dick so he can feel it 😈

IT CAN VIBRATE

He doesn’t ever get tired

He also has artificial cum.. cuz this is my fic

Am i depraved.. yes. Enjoy my depravity..

Fic under cut ~ 👇

Female reader - kinky switch echo

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“Echo!”

You were currently on your arms and knees as the cyborg on top of you relentlessly drove into you. Having cybernetic legs and hips meant echo wouldn’t tire.. and you were complaining at ALL.

“Echoooo! Slow down!”

You whimpered, feeling your release coming.

“Can’t.. can’t slow down you feel too good”

“If you want your turn.. you slow down..”

Echo took a deep breath and slowed.. you let out a sigh as your release came.

“Now.. get on your hands and knees pretty boy”

Echo’s face turned red as he did what you said. You got your Beskar strap on and immediately went to town on Echo’s ass.

Echo gasped “good.. good god woman..”

“What? Does it feel good?”

You smirked as he nodded. You reached around him and grabbed his cock, stroking it.

“Come on.. I wanna see you come!”

“Y-yes ma’am”

Echo groaned as he felt himself cum.

“What a good boy you are..”

Kissing his cheek you pulled out. It looked like you and echo got the best of both worlds.. ;)

/-/-/-/-/

Male reader .. soft and rough gay echo shit

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“Oh echo.. I didn’t.. didn’t know you could do that”

“It’s something new. Thought you might like it”

Echo winked at you as he moved in and out of your ass. His dick vibrating, your head spinning.. this was good sex

“You feel so good inside me..”

“It’s rather obvious you do.. the sounds you make are beautiful”

He smiled at you and kissed you gently. His hand comic to stroke you. The motion causing you to call out, you covered your mouth quickly.

“Now what’s this all about?”

He took your hands away from your face.

“I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to contain any noises..”

You gulped as he pushed you further into the mattress. Pulling your legs over his shoulders.

He fiddled with something down below.. you felt the vibration get faster.. your eyes widened as the dual action of his thrusts and the vibrations sent you into euphoria.

“Echo! Echo gods!”

“Be a good boy and scream. Scream for me”

You let out yells and shrieks as your release washed over.. and echo finally slowed his motions.

“Huff.. echo. We need to do that again sometime..”

@ilovestarwarsmen725 @seriowan @evron

@ct-echo read this shit as a bedtime story

[crackiswack13]

Kinktober Day 27

Double penetration-Helluva boss Asmodues and Fizz and Robo Fizz

Warning: 18+,smut,robot sex, bottom Asmodeus, top Fizz, pain kink, praise kink

Double Trouble

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Asmodeus felt tired after designing the Fizz Robots all that was left to do was to test them. Asmodeus decided to bring one back to Fizz the prototype and test it.

Asmodeus walked into the room he stopped when he noticed Fizz was doing yoga. Fizz stretched in the doggy position he didn't notice Asmodeus was watching him yet. He let out a squeak as he felt someone touch his tail. He turned his head to be greeted by Asmodeus who was smiling at him.

"Oh hey big guy did you finish the robot?"

Fizz asked as he got off his yoga mat. Asmodeus showed him the robot. Fizz was amazed by how similar the robot looked to him scars and all. The robot looked at Fizz.

"O-ohhh"

The robot twitched a little. They inspected each other for a little. Robo Fizz smiled his eyes glowed as he scanned Fizz calculating where all of his sensitive areas were. He also scanned Asmodeus.

"O-oh my big daddy~"

Robo Fizz cooed as he hugged Asmodeus. Fizz giggled at his robot counterparts' reaction to Asmodeus.

"Yes that man is all for us~"

Fizz said smoothly as he graciously walked his way over to the two his tail swaying with his hips. Asmodeus blushed as he realized he was being ganged up on. Fizz was the first to caress Asmodeus's thighs in the front. Robo got behind him and started to play with his tail.

"Oooh boys~"

Asmodeus giggled his two other heads had a giddy expression on their faces. Fizz unbuttoned Asmodeus's pants. Robo Fizz lightly nipped at the sensitive areas. Asmodeus flinched as he felt the sharp teeth. Blood slowly slipped down from the bite marks Robo Fizz left on Asmodeus's thighs. Fizz slowly licked off the blood. He got a kick out of it as he felt Asmodeus tremble under their touch. Asmodeus's bullhead snarled lightly.

"Oooh big boy is getting excited "

Robo Fizz exclaimed happily as he kissed the marks he left. Fizz hummed in agreement as he went over to Asmodeus's neglected cock which was already throbbing. Fizz slowly sucked on the head. Robo Fizz made his way over. Asmodeus watched the two his body shivering at how much attention he was getting.

Robo Fizz opened his mouth revealing his robotic that was the same shade as Fizz's tongue. His mouth quickly filled with lube giving the illusion its saliva. Robo Fizz joined Fizz in sucking on Asmodeus's large dick. Asmodeus moaned lightly his two heads had a lude expression on their faces.

Fizz went up to the two heads he pulled the goat head in a kiss first. The bull head felt jealous it snarled to get Fizz's attention. Fizz giggled he pulled away from the goat head a string of saliva connected their lips. He went over to the bullhead and kissed it lovingly as well. Asmodeus moaned as Robo Fizz took more of his cock in it's mouth. Robo Fizz grassped on Asmodeus balls.

"I-it feels heavy daddy~"

He commented this caused Asmodeus's dick to twitch again. Robo Fizz took note of this. Fizz pulled away from the kiss with the bullhead. He cupped Asmodeus's cheeks.

"You are so gorgeous babe"

He cooed softly and pulled him into a loving kiss. Asmodeus and Fizz's tongues danced with each other as Robo continued to massage Asmodeus's balls. Asmodeus grunted as he felt Robo's hands hit all the right spots. Fizz pulled away from the kiss Asmodeus had a dazed expression on his face.

"Let's get you to the bed big daddy ~"

Fizz cooed as he led Asmodeus to the bed. They both gently pushed Asmodeus on the bed. Asmodeus let out a small grunt as he hit the bed. He looked down at the two Fizzs. Robo Fizz stayed down lower to his thighs as Fizz scooted closer to his chest. Asmodeus gently played with his tail he smiled as Fizz moaned from the attention. Fizz pecked his lips he cooed to him.

"That feels really good Ozzy you are so good at providing me with so much pleasure I want to return the favor why don't you get on all fours~"

Fizz cooed as he lifted Asmodeus's face to meet his eyes. Robo's smile grew bigger he was getting excited he jumped up.

"Oo oo yeah get on all fours big daddy "

He bounced a little as he perched himself against Asmodeus's thigh. Fizz chuckled at his robot counterpart's excitement. Asmodeus didn't say anything as he obeyed he got on all fours. Fizz stood in front of Asmodeus he got on a pillow to level his hips to Asmodeus's mouth. Robo got behind him he held Asmodeus's hips. He squeezed his butt gently his eyes glowed as he got more excited. Asmodeus moaned lightly as Fizz pushed his cock to his lips. Asmodeus opened his mouth he panted against Fizz's dick as he looked up at him drool slipping down his chin. Fizz chuckled as he stuck his fingers in his mouth.

"Big daddy must be hungry right?~"

He cooed softly Asmodeus nodded. He gave Fizz's dick a little lick. Fizz moaned as he felt his body shiver. Robo's dildo started to vibrate on the lowest setting. Asmodeus moaned this filled Fizz with more pleasure as he felt the vibrations get sent to his dick. Robo petted Asmodeus back.

"You are taking two dicks so good"

Robo cooed Asmodeus's body twitched as he felt twice the amount of stimulation he would normally get. Fizz thrust his dick fully in his mouth. Asmodeus let out a gag sound as he wasn't expecting Fizz to be so rough. Robo noticed Asmodeus squeezed around the dildo more. He chuckled darkly as he lightly smacked Asmodeus's butt.

"Y-you are so dirty"

He commented as he turned up the vibrator more. Asmodeus jolted as it was turned up he moaned as he felt the vibrations from deep inside him. Fizz moaned as Asmodeus sucked his dick like he was trying to suck his life force through it. His head tilted back as he gripped his other head horns. The bull scrunched its face in pleasure and snarled. The goat head made a bleating sound as it leaned into Fizz's touch.

Robo Fizz started thrusting into Asmodeus. Fizz arched his back as this pushed his cock more into Asmodeus's throat. He was loving feeling the warmth around his dick. He felt like the luckiest imp in hell to have such a loving boyfriend who was also great in bed. Asmodeus pushed his hips closer to Robo's pushing the dildo further in. He moaned as he felt Robo was all the inside. He could feel the dildo vibrate against his prostate. He tried to focus on sucking Fizz but it was getting hard as Robo hit his prostate ruthlessly. He gripped the sheets.

Fizz pulled on the feathers on his head to bring his attention back to him. He looked down at Asmodeus. His eyes were half-lidded as he panted. Asmodeus stared back at him as his brains were getting fucked out by Robo. Fizz was loving Asmodeus's fucked expression. Asmodeus couldn't think properly.

"I s-sense he is about to blow"

Robo said as it went a little faster. Fizz looked at Robo he gave him a command.

"Push him to the limit I want to see his face as he comes "

Fizz Mangel to grunt out as Asmodeus was still sucking his dick. Robo nodded and made sure to never stop abusing Asmodeus's prostate. Fizz moaned as he felt Asmodeus's tongue swirl around his dick. He was trying to bring him to his orgasm as well. Fizz giggled as he petted Asmodeus gently.

"Always thinking about me as well you are so sweet ~"

He cooed as he felt his orgasm building up. Robo held onto Asmodeus's hips as he continued to slam into him. Fizz was the first to reach his orgasm. He arched his back as he filled Asmodeus's mouth with his seed. Asmodeus came after Fizz filled his mouth with his cum. He squeezed around the dildo. After they came down from their high Robo pulled out after checking Asmodeus's vitals making sure he was ok.

Robo stood back and put their data in the file. Fizz sat up he panted as he leaned back on the large pillow. Asmodeus opened his mouth as he showed Fizz he swallowed the cum. Fizz smiled softly as the light touched his face. He brushed the feathers lovingly.

"I say the test was a success "

He mumbled a little sleepy. Fizz nodded in agreement he smiled down at Asmodeus as he put his head on Fizz's lap.

"Most definitely we will have to do this again"

Fizz said as he looked at Robo Fizz. Asmodeus hummed happily halfway asleep. Robo walked over to them as Fizz patted the spot next to him on the bed. Fizz turned Robo off as it got close. He laid the robot next to Asmodeus as he held them. He laid down on the bed he fell asleep Asmodeus's snores sounded distant from his consciousness.

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Arthur's note: I had been outside fishing all day and I feel burnt literally and physically so sorry if this feels kinda rushed it was

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 1 episode 7

ok were looking for this lady christines ex.

hes definitely dead

"dr korby"

what kind of bras do they have these ladies wearing

oh hes alive! neat!!

this episode is called "what are little girls made of?" bad omen i think

"can you beam down by yourself captain kirk?" hes going to kill you

this set looks like a zoo exhibit

"beam down two security men" theyre going to die

kirk stop grabbing her shes engaged

dramatic lights!!!

random other guy!

alien!!!

"bottomless pit" shut up

ok so this is where the redshirt thing came from

"dr korby was detained" what

why do you call dr brown "brownie"

dr brown is so evil

so were just skimming over the fact that a guy just fucking died

ohhhh nooooo not the other red shiiirrrrt

this is the most 60s secret lab ive ever seen

woah other woman. christine is obviously jealous

oh hey dr korby

WOW that is the most lustful kiss ive ever seen on television

woooaaahhhh these people are eeeviiiiil who couldve seen this comiiiiing

ok dr brown is a robot apparently

oh shit the alien guy can mimic kirks voice. the actors pretty good at lip syncing too

the aliens not allowed to disobey christines orders. hi chekhov is that ur gun on the table there?

"ruk destroyed them both totally against my wishes, i assure you" sure dude

"the old ones" shut up

this fight choreography is extremely homoerotic

does this show ever pass the bechdel test like ever?

andreas overalls are so stupid

ok so andreas a robot. korby showed this by having her kiss kirk. thats not consensual! go away!!!

theyre turning kirk into a robot??? they had to strip his clothes to do that???

theyre spinning him around. stop spinning him. please

apparently this guys fiancee used to be his student? thats icky

STOP SPINNING HIM

this show is so determined to sexualize kirk at every given opportunity. normally im fine with this but only when he has agency about it

theyre having gummies for dinner

andrea: "i am now programmed to please you, also. is the food appealing?" christine: "yes, thank you" star trek has now passed the bechdel test

this episode seems to have a theme about following orders

oh this episode is also about transhumanism

this episode is strongly criticizing transhumanism

kirk rolls a nat 20 on sleight of hand

hey kirk remember when ruk agreed to follow christines orders. how about you tell her that

oh she knows??? why didnt she take advantage of that before

i love when this show decides to enter the horror genre for a while. its great

weirdly phallic image of kirk holding a dick-shaped stalactite

cameras waaaayyyy too close for this fight choreo. cant tell whats going on

oh ruk is helping him!! yay!

uh oh robot kirk is on the ship

robot kirk commits a hatecrime against spock

"i felt quite at home on the enterprise" what do you mean "felt"

real kirk stop making out with the robot girl. what are you doing

stop trying to seduce the robot girl shes not into you leave her alone

this episode is also about the singularity

jesus christ korby just fuckin killed ruk

korbys a robot too :O literally didnt see that coming

robo korby is having such an existential crisis rn

andreas in love with korby apparently. ok

andrea and korby are dead now

spock: "dont call me slurs" kirk: "ok" (paraphrased) so does spock not know what happened. like at all

[hazbincalifornia]

Machines

Summary: Blitz has a nasty habit of tangling with the Robo-Fizz while working at Loo Loo Land after hours. He can stop anytime. Totally. (Yeah, right.)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Degradation, generally unsanitary, the LLL Robo-Fizz being just kind of a dick to Blitz.

Wordcount: 1240

Ao3 Link

Happy bottom Blitz week, folks.

Blitz told himself that he wasn’t going to do it anymore. He was done. He was done! He was sick of dragging his bruised-up body off the property at ass’oclock while he could hear the ghostly echo of cackling, doubled-over laughter echoing around the rotting foundations around him.

He lasted a week.

Frankly, even that much was an accomplishment, because it was far, far too easy to let his dumbass brain make dumbass decisions and end up flat on his ass as the robot that smelled like booze and popcorn and baby spit stuffed its tongue in his mouth while fingers edged with rust teased up a fluttery red-and-white chest that nearly had the ribs poking out. It tasted like the time he made out with a radiator. (If it was on a dare or because he was plastered or both, he didn’t remember anymore.)

“Couldn’t resist, could you?” it hiccuped as it pulled back, tongue zipping into its mouth before the head jolted so far to the side that it made a clicking snap. Metal fingertips traced up bare skin under his shirt as he growled, the vibrations coming from deep in his chest in a way that might have been mistaken for a purr if you’d thrown him back in time a decade.

“Fuck off, dipshit.”

“If you could do that, you wouldn’t be here!” It gave a pinch on pale skin, just a hand’s length away from the old skin that had been prodded and cinched so directly with sharp metal that they’d sliced in and bubbled up midnight-black blood. Maybe some of the rust was his fault, getting his worthless life juice all over the important merchandise.

“Look, you bucket of bolts, you want this or not?”

It flicked at the brand on his forehead. “I’m a sexbot they use for entertaining snot-nosed little brats, Blitzo, I’m always down for anything your little peabrain can conjure up since it gets some use out of the rest of me. Besides, you’re the one who keeps chasing after the guy who drop-opped your worthless little ass and went on to bigger and better things- like me!” It pinched at his cheek again before rolling over, metal joints clanking as glowing green flooded Blitz's vision and dirt smeared his back. The growl started again, but it just laughed and spread his legs. He didn’t resist. It sounded too familiar once you dug past the distortion, and he was a little drunk and a little high and it burrowed in deep.

He could almost pretend.

Almost.

It whirred and clicked as it pulled popcorn-butter-stained pants down on both itself and him, hands in the right shape but with the wrong texture digging into the withering muscle in his thighs.

“What do you say, Blitzzzzy?”

It buzzed like a bee with vocal distortion, and he should have taken another hit first.

“Not on your fucking busted life.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so…” It dragged a cool, greasy finger around his ring, and he flinched before groaning.

“Come on, Fizzy.”

“You’ve gotta be polite, the kids are brats enough, we’ve gotta show them.”

“Fuck you.”

“Bzzzt, wrong answer. I’m on top tonight, you fell down, down, down way too easy. Try again, one more and I leave your blue b-b-bballs alone.”

He snarled, yellow teeth bared against grinning toxic green like the sludge in the rivers while the same glow blanketed his face.

His cock twitched in the air rich with expired food and busted metal and shattered dreams.

“Please?”

It yanked him into a kiss that tasted like spare change before slotting itself into him, humming as it did. A few squirts of self-lubrication spurted out of it, providing just enough friction to prevent tearing as it started moving, pushing itself along his inner walls as the lube worked its way in. Robotic arms weaved around his thighs, keeping him braced as it thrust before burying a ribbed robotic cock so far up his ass he damn near forgot where he was but for the dead grass under his back and the smells in the air.

Then, the fucker started vibrating.

He couldn’t bite back a gasp, and the robot pulled back, one hand shooting up and pinching a bruise on his thigh between the segments in the process as it squeezed before patting his cheek.

“Got a new feature, buddy boy, ain’t that swell?” He could hear the laugh in its voice, and he shut it up by grabbing at the dumb fucking idiot hat and yanking it into another kiss even as its speed kicked up a notch and he could feel it rattling his inner walls. Pleasure rode through his body as Robo-Fizz pressed up against him, its chassis warm enough from being on all day to simulate body heat and then some.

His eyes were closed, and his heart beat triple-time in his head as it pulled out and pushed back in, finding a rhythm while he panted. It was made to be good at this, and even the dingy, grimy atmosphere wasn’t enough to kill the way his cock shot up when it rammed into exactly the right spot and drew a long whine out of him.

“You liked that, big boy? You like being pounded like a turk-key?” It wrung out every part of him that it could reach. He just twitched, trying to squeeze back on the inside, compress down to that point of pure, white-hot pleasure and nothing else.

“F-fuck, Fizz..”

“There you go, you half-rate, you know who the real prize is. We’re both just machines to the big man, but at least I’m fucking good at my job.” The robot smacked his ass, and the sharp fingers dragged bloody lines as it squeezed into the cheeks before repositioning, adjusting his legs to hit a better angle. “Did Fizzy Classic ever fuck you like this?”

“Shut the f-fuck-”

It ripped the clown nose off his face, stuffing it in his mouth to shut him up. “But riling you up is so fun! You’re such a sweet little hole that whines like a bratty little bitch in and out of the sack, Blitzo, how can you expect me to resist?” It accented the words with a notch up on the vibrations, and Blitz saw stars as it plunged as deep inside of him as it could fit, arms tightening around him as sensations squeezed him inside and out. “At least you’re good for something.”

He came with a muffled cry, and the lights on the robot flickered as its tongue fell out, flickering through a dozen pre-recorded moans before settling on the long one with a bit of a whimper.

(That one was Blitz’s favorite.)

Pleasure spiraled through his blood like a waterslide before hitting the reality of being fucked behind the big top again. Grass and cum stained his clothes, his back ached from where his spines had been pushed into the dirt at some point, and greasy iron lingered on his tongue as he stared up at the wrong shade of green.

He panted for a few moments, tears prickling at the edge of his eyes, but he refused to scrub at them in case it would draw attention as the Robo-Fizz pulled out and pushed his pants at him.

“Same time next week, Blitzo-bitso?”

“You wish. I’m done with this fucking shit.”

(He thought the same next week too.)

[plaindangan]

So miu tricked angie into making a poster for a 'cum competition' where the contestant who made their partner cum the most would win maybe Mukuro and Kyoko are working together to make makoto cum or Akane was using mikan's body to cum, or even kaede using suichi's lovely ass to pleasure him or any other partner

Disclaimer: Below is content that's more on the racy side! If not for you, you probably shouldn't read!

"Alright, you cocksuckers and cockwarmers!~ Time for the results? A lot of baby batter and spunk has been spilled out and inside you damn sluts!~ Now...whose the horniest of them all?~ Was it Kyoko and Mukuro's fat ass combo that got them first place? Just look at how spunk is on junk!~ Or maybe it was Akane using Mikan the Living Fucktoy to get her balls dra-oi!! Hey, slut, you can quit sucking the competition is over!! But that isn't even considering Kaede ass-bsolute rail session of Suck-chi!~ Bet he isn't going to be sitting for days!~Peko, I see you determination back there! That yakuza guy is still out like a light on your tights, riiiight?~ Or, or, or could coming in from behind is Celeste and Hiyoko filling up that pretty little hole of Chihiros' So.....who wins?

....

"Me, bitches!!!" Lifting the heavy trophy up in the air, Miu smirked a the crowd of snubbers fuckers and fuckees. "Hah! In the end, its those who cum smarter that always wins!~ Isn't that right, Keebo?~"

Completely and utterly exhausted was the Ultimate Robot - an upgrade that Miu gave him granted him an eight-inch robo-dick....and quite a lot of cum to go alongisde side. Something that Miu oh-so generously helped him in that area by inventing quite the vibrator and hands to really get the 'bot going. What some couples could only achieve for, at best, five or even ten, her contraption had made it that Kiibo easily reached fifty!~

...Too bad once it ended the poor guy promptly lost power and fell into a deep sleep. But, hey, Miu will be sure to properly thank him for his efforts! In bed of course!~

[musekicker]

New fusion au drabble. Spoilers for the new episode under the read more.

Blitz had not been at all shocked when Chaz came knocking on his door that night. He had gotten a really good idea of what Chaz was like almost as soon as he met the guy. And yes, he accepted the pass Chaz made at him. Partly for his own curiosities but also because he did not trust the shark. He was up to something. 

And if he was up to something, the best idea was to get close so he could figure out what. So he let Chaz into his room.

The shark was on him in moments, pushing Blitz up against the wall as he was feeling up the imp. Blitz didn't really like him doing that, but he let Chaz think he was in control here. It would make him easier to fool.

As they continued to kiss and bite, hands all over each other, Chaz grinded his groin against Blitz's before Blitz could even get his pants off. How were either to know that would be a trigger action for fusion for them?

It was happening before either of them knew it and both were caught off guard. In seconds, the fusion was formed. They swore they heard saxophone music as it did.

Blitz's horns were in the fusion, but for the most part the new fusion was shark shaped.

The four pair of eyes were mostly blue except dots of yellow in the center. Their tail had a red coil around it, akin to Blitz's tail. But otherwise was shark like.

Their jacket still had the bone pattern on it, but sharp spines were on the shoulders. And the pants had a red stripe running down each leg.

They knew their name was Feeding Frenzy and they were hungry for everything.

As fast as the fusion had happened, their fusion fell apart.

Blitz still had no idea how the fusion had formed so easily. Yes, he always had been really good at fusion. But this was unnaturally easy and had happened without his own volition. And it was clear from the expression on Chaz's face that this had not been his idea either.

"What the fuck was that!?" Chaz cried.

"Fusion. What, you never fused before?" Blitz snapped.

"Of course I've fused before." Chaz said, rolling his eyes. "Just... that was different. Better then sex! And I like sex, a lot!" 

Chaz was clearly happy with the fusion moment. Blitz on the other hand felt almost slimy. His skin was fine, but somewhere deep inside he kept getting the vision of slime like pond scum.

"Think we could try that again?" Chaz asked.

The question caught Blitz off guard. Fusion had been the very last thing on Chaz's mind when he approached Blitz.

Then there was the look in Chaz's eyes. Blitz knew that look. He saw it in the expression of his Robo Fizz stalker often. Shit, this wasn't good. Blitz attempted to distract Chaz.

"Hey, weren't we about to bone?" Blitz asked.

Chaz's expression changed to awe to a more barely disguised lust.

"Fuck yeah we are." Chaz said.

Thank fuck this asshole seemed to think with his dicks. He forgot all about the fusion after that.

After a long but very unsatisfactory hook up, Blitz feigned sleep. He knew the shark was asleep when he heard the heavy snoring. Even so he waited a few minutes before carefully slipping out of bed and looking through Chaz's clothes. Finding his car keys and stealing Chaz's coat to at least cover some part of him, he stepped outside. 

Finding Chaz's car was not hard. And neither was finding the proof of Chaz not only lying his ass off to Crimson but also a plan to try and marry Moxxie. Blitz hissed under his breath at this. No one messed with this couple except him.

And he wouldn't want to see Moxxie stuck with that scum either way. Having spent time with Chaz had not been fun. Neither had the fusion.

Shit, thinking about that made him remember the looks in Chaz's eyes after that fusion. How Chaz had looked at him like he was the last cigarette in the pack and he had gone far too long without a smoke. 

"Son of a bitch he's going to be another problem isn't he?" Blitz said to himself.

This was seconds before the needle went into his neck.

[fkyumerica]

each area, circles on the map, to have their kids take care of their kids they left and the rest of them

how tall is she, how big is her head. She got to mate with all those giants then go giant. They made another big fucking everyone whore. Does she put her pussy on their hair too? Yea. Cupid area was they mated with the infants. Anyways. Kentucky ground. Wire. Blow it up.

is that carol. "my opponent" mama right im your mama. stfu and die.

she was running around at the neurologist office

cailigulaaaaaaaaaaa

she was taller than him

holy sht

and

cupid guard

chop off her legs

like in the mummy

holding onto a infant to fuck it

on her back

bent knees

hahahah robo

i googled legs chopped off the mummy

images

now jump

it was the group in the coliseum in the gladiator leading it, knew about it

the groups to kill

the rest was family didnt know or whoever went in it

wtf I wanna be that bitch again. him or her or who. the noroi guy. then full house after. her whole family to let out a bug. then bug houses the rest of the day. after. noam chomski.

uggghh

the water rape

to tko

gtfo

glenis

dead kennedy

yea we raped them

whole group on the ground

alive still

come back the next day begging

why why why

give me something

wtf

queer

make a punk concert

theyre in it

and push you down

wtf my ass

didnt have a kid

and

conceited

i know i got the biggest ass

good here too

alix said they used these

float

invincible

can do it again

cheat rob steal and fuck in your house

kids take it out of it

and if they hand me it i take it in and fucking mess up with it too new mom and dad in here whoa im new and come back and hit them

again

whaa

got the sex

good too

kids says the got the sex good too part

and we married hah take a picture

arm around the kid

her

too

dick

we can find the map to get her too (giant)

and all of it

see the blood man

after mating with 18 see his skull to crack. and they would number off. and his arms out after.

not knowing what any of it is

send it to mar ch again

it is march

once a year wtf go

rain

guitar

see the blood man

who

oo

ahhhhhhh

no fear

we live

so cute her

i do her

and terror

send cuer

wtf

85

one alert for sex

and they all fuck

heard it

kennedy

you and me

take her to, any leg surgery, i dunno i like it

and

went

to

march

i live this long

then sleep

come on

bed

a lot of the world that stayed was just short. and whoreing parties around the world you wanna go? mating was it.

theres the noroi kid

he had no eyes

and

the girl,, her head would go all the way back

isnt decapitated

like it was fabric or something cardboard cut out

and

a giant too

hwo to catch them

part of a litter, she was

her face was the ET

she was a giant

the grudge one

and kept inbreeding, for them to win

that was the point

have a kid throw it in the window

it is that big people go to it

they used the camera to edit their facess

of seecurity cameras

she only shows up when she is giving birth

or puts her son in her

it was her husband

any relative is

there were 44 of her with those faces

senritsu kaiki file kowasugi file 1 operation capture the slit they put face masks on them

it is like reverse bear trap

no shes alive

they will push in their molars to go in their eyes

they are shreks

they take a eye donation of a dead relative

i can draw it

cappa why

hahaha

i got my hair flower in the mail today

it is big

its so pretty i love it

now i gotta sew on the collar

and moddel it

shrek and fiona

she is as big as the garage next door

the neighbor will get them to leave

chris keeps saying no let them over

and thinks they are her kids

to attack me

for anything hahaha

her leader

no

what

well fuck your bear child

WTF was that

WTF was that

GIVE ME YOUR TRASH BAG

these guys did fk their moms

punch her head backwards

dad would drag her

and

shes knocked out

dead

i can fuck her

so her son would

and dad would hold her head and go oh no

so the whole area

would hop

and wtf i cant figure this out

woman didnt talk to her

or him

so they fucked as they wanted

anyone

and kids dump them on her she wants me to teach it

so they shit it out on her

and in too

rapists

abortion to in you

uma

make ghost noise

see i dont go back

make the noise for me to take my kid back

and shes my kid

go walk

hits her i dunno its her

her son would

for her to get raped by everyone

even cared

kids infants toddlers in their arms

sit it on her

flip it around its her

and the sons stay short she hits them on top of the head

she hits her son

and

the mom

and the dad

but super giant

dan and katie

her just born

grandparents

find her

and

again she gave birth 8 times

funny to her not to you, his mother is the one on the right or big boy raped him got him drunk or drugged him right before he said it

lied to a whole town

tommy lee

me and my whole family

the actor

and boomers was this

midget night

edit for grease

they took all the buildings

insane

huge skulls

midgets

clockwork

and

sun

wont be a dad them neither

and their moms

next to them huge too

or gay what is it

ewoks wasnt it

but hits them too to go giant

one on the ground

top of its head in

no cone head

wont set out cones either

wooo

planet of the apes said put it in the garbage, they arent even their word of the lord.

Wed 8:00 PM

they let out mass dope, empty right? the whole house

hole

you know you live young over 400 years

and the old men who fuck no face girls

and those guys to whoreing girls

haha joke

infant what

abortion

happened

fucked old men too wo ho ho hot

abandon house whoa.. uhhh

mmmm

they will just go in and fuck

and hey who wants to live here give her a play house

and school

yea amanda bye

shes et

and no face mask

they were c ommercials so no one moves south

or out

already our family did

i was nice once

to my state no

leaave

hell yea

and go to the map area where the land, have kids again, and float, and just leave wtf ever it flooded float to mee I feel my child make a church and it ended there, we found them, and news too woo hoo tubing the kids mated. Pregnant or not. I dunno leave it. The mummy guy said it. And movie get money go. Move in college area. Why build another one no one else moved in yet.

he brings over the kid after he fucks it

party fowl

it was alawys that if you party you cant bring it with you

oh and caught, oh and caught

tale of gregor, guys caught, suicidal, kill it too. marilyn manson

him hating everyone, is him. the whole time. curtis

im gay i can be your daughter- murder that obsessed italy, i am obsessed

gwen stefani/destiny- no im not you, yea she did it, hi