#Red Hand Commando

[yllowpages]

i'll always stand by following the mcu's backstory for steve and bucky though. and with bucky not being steve's sidekick. them growing up together and that power dynamic changing and manifesting only after steve becomes captain america is just Better to me.

also it gives me the liberty for comedy bc i get to say that the in-universe captain america comics are what portray bucky as a child sidekick and everyone teases him for it because it's rightfully dumb and hilarious

[misayani]

MINISKIRT — SQUID GAME WOMEN + THANOS AND YOU WEARING A MINISKIRT HCS

◜ featuring ... kang mi-na (player 196), no eul (guard 011), se-mi (player 380), jun-hee (player 222), hyun-ju (player 120), young-mi (player 195), kang sae-byeok (s1 player 067), + thanos (player 230)

𔗨 author's note — hope u guys missed me cs i havent posted any works for the past 24 hours [lowercase intended]

warnings: nsfw on some parts

mi na — 

- FEMXFEM.

- the two of you going on a cute date while wearing miniskirts because hello??? 

- u shop together for clothes and everytime you guys do she gets you a miniskirt

- you now have like 30 of them in ur closet

- compliments you non stop because ??? her gf's so pretty it makes her wanna cry

- will tease you all day if you decide to wear that out

- lingering touches on your thighs here and there

- has a smug smirk on her face while doing it

- she rides it up more, claiming "it looks better like that"

- has a pepper spray in her bag in case the both of you stays out until night 

- will STARE and GLARE at anybody who's looking at your legs

- like how dare they that's only for hers to look at ??

- the both of you are so feminine, guys mistake the both of you as just friends

- she'll simply roll her eyes and give them a disgusted look

- "what? haven't seen a pretty girl date another pretty girl? idiots."

- planning outfits with her !!!! ><

- the both of you laying down on your stomach, legs tangled with each other behind, and scrolling on your laptop to buy more clothes (and miniskirts)

- overall a power couple, we love feminine pussy eater girls <3

"cmon, lift it a little more up. what's the point of a miniskirt if you're gonna pull it down?" your butt cheeks are literally already hanging out.

no eul —

- oh boy

- she's so protective

- if you're out together, she'll subtly walk closer to you to shield you from unwanted attention

- wears a jacket for you whenever you decide to wear a miniskirt

- HEKSKSKSK YOU LOVE TEASING HER SM

- guiding her hand to your thighs

- she'll stiffen and yank her hand away and you pout :(

- she shoots you a glare, her eyes giving you a warning

- "wait until we get home."

- you sigh and decide to tease her more by riding your skirt up until your safety shorts r literally visible

- SHE'LL CLENCH HER JAW AT YOUR STUBBORNNESS AND IT'S LITERALLY SO FUCKING HOT????

- you'll just act innocent and bat your eyelashes at her

- "what? i didn't do anything wrong:("

- whenever you get the chance, you'll grind your ass against her

- she will.audibly.hiss.ohmyfuckinggosh

- you're so dead when the two of you finally get home !!!

- she's USUALLY a soft dom but don't expect her to go easy on you after you literally just teased her the whole day

- the miniskirt stays on while she fucks your brains out

- ends up with you drooling and moaning nothing but her name the whole night

- well... that's what you get when you don't listen!

- you obviously liked it though, so ever since that you started to wear miniskirts more often;)

"stop crying. you asked for this, didn't you?"

se mi —

- SHE INSISTS YOU WEAR THEM.

- will walk around the mall with her arm wrapped around your waist FOR EVERYONE TO SEE YOU'RE HERS

- shamelessly stares at your thighs and smirks if she sees you blushing

- "come here closer, baby"

- unlike with no-eul's, se-mi will be the one grinding on your ass

- literally fantasizes about bending you over and lifting your skirt up 

- OHMYGO

- if you're acting bratty, she'll bend you over her lap and spank you until your ass is red

- sometimes she makes you go commando 

- se-mi loves being risky

- she will sneakily brush her hand up your thighs

- but if you're not in the mood for anything and just really want to wear a cute miniskirt, she'll respect that

- because no is no <3

- although, if you like it like that

- she'll definitely have some fun with you

- secretly gets turned on whenever you wear miniskirts but doesn't admit it because she has to keep that 'cool' exterior of hers /eyeroll

- overall just loves your thighs so much. to the moon and back.

"can we go home now? i wanna rip that skirt off you"

jun hee —

- out of all four ABOVE (^), she's the most respectful

- "you look so pretty wearing that"

- if the miniskirt is too mini though, she'll get flustered

- she's the one who's gonna pull it down for you

- "baby, it's short like that on purpose!" "i don't care, it's too short!"

- acts like a mother to you

- she may complain sometimes but when you ask her to pick out your clothes

- she'll definitely go for the miniskirt with no hesitation

- she secretly likes it. she just isn't fond of the idea of other people seeing your legs

- her eyes will involuntarily flicker to your legs often as much as she hates to admit it

- "are you staring?"

- "what? no! i mean, maybe a little but—!"

- you just laugh at her while she rolls her eyes playfully at you

- but with that aside, she does really think you're breathtaking whenever you wear miniskirts. i mean she thinks you're breathtaking in general but something about you wearing miniskirts just gets her on

"you're starting to convince me to let you wear that more often." "glad to know."

hyun ju —

before her surgery: 

- you tried to tell her once that it's more than fine for her to wear a miniskirt

- she politely declines, telling you that she doesn't really feel confident yet

- you respect her decision, "okay, i'll be right here whenever you're ready!"

- instead, she admires you. her stares linger a little longer than usual

- though a little part of her wishes she could be as confident as you 

- not in an envy way though!!! NEVER.

- you inspire hyun-ju so much, and she's glad to have you. someone that helps her and understands her

- anyways, she's calm most of the time, you'll hear some compliments here and there

- "you look amazing."

- this literally makes your heart melt so much, the way she's staring at you out of love :((( <3

- her protective side though ?????

- "did that person tell you anything??" "no, they just said i look pretty!:)"

- her jaw clenches, but she does nothing about it.

- after all, what they said was right. it was undeniable, you really do look pretty

- you give her a little twirl sometimes, showing off your pretty outfit

- "you're showing off, aren't you?"

- your lips curve into a smile, "mhm! and you will too, one day."

- she smiles at the thought but doesn't say anything further

after her surgery:

- YAAAAAY !!!!!!!!

- 10000 MORE TIMES CONFIDENT 

- hesitates at first though, but that's totally fine!!!

- "are you sure i can pull this off..?" "BABY YOU WOULD LOOK THE HOTTEST."

- you decided to get her comfortable with skirts first

- "hmm... what do you say to wearing a skirt but just inside the house?" 

- "...okay." 

- you help her relax and get comfy with it. you're literally her safe space:(

- and then you hype her up so much to the point she gets convinced

- are you ready....

- TA-DA!! she finally wears a skirt outside the house !!

- not as short as yours though, she isn't ready for that yet. BUT !!! baby steps <33

- "we can just go for a quick walk, if you're fine with that."

- if anybody stares, you glare at them and turn to hyun-ju with a warm smile

- "don't mind them, they don't matter. you're doing so well"

- after a while, she grows more and more comfortable wearing a skirt

- then the both of you finally go on dates while wearing matching skirts !! yay 

"i realized people care way less than we think they do."

young mi —

- ADORES YOU SO SO MUCH

- she gets flustered easily, and you take advantage of that

- "sweetheart, do you think this length is good? or should i go for a shorter one?"

- will stutter and nervously fiddle with her fingers

- "i think— i think it's already too short.."

- "too short? come closer so you can see it better."

- you're an absolute tease 

- KEEPS HER HANDS TO HERSELF WHEN THE BOTH OF YOU ARE SITTING TOGETHER

- literally just stares forward, trying her hardest to not look at your bare legs

- you sulk though when you wear a miniskirt specifically for her but she won't even bat an eye on you:(

- "do you not like it? i can change.."

- she snaps her head towards you, "no no no! i just cant handle all that.." LMFAO

- "well you better learn how to, i'm not gonna give up until you look at me."

- spoiler alert!!!! you make her ride your thigh ♡

"unnie.." 

sae byeok —

- 'wear that idgaf i can fight' TYPE

- she literally has her pocket knife with her no matter where she goes

- she doesn't need it ngl, it's mostly for you

- I MEAN NOT TO USE ON YOU (unless you want her to;)

- you draw her attention on purpose: lifting your skirt up, brushing your thigh against her leg, bending down to pick something up

- you whine if you see her not reacting even once:(

- "if you want me to do something, then you'll have to be riskier."

- you'd literally do anything, even if that made you look so desperate

- you'd rub your thighs together and softly moan directly into sae-byeok's ear 

- ... still gets you nowhere

- HAND PLACEMENTTT

- makes your cunt throb sb when you feel her hot palm against your inner thigh

- her fingers might brush over your core if you're lucky

- but that's all she does, the rest happens at home

- aside from all that horny shit though, she really likes it when you wear miniskirts

- she can't quite place her finger on it as to why— miniskirts are just so you

- most of the time she doesn't even know what to say, mostly cause she can't think of a word to compliment you. simply saying that you're beautiful sounds such an understatement for her.

"sae, stop glaring at the man." "i'm gonna fucking gut him up if he doesn't rip his eyes away from you." shit left you speechless.

thanos —

- EASY ACCESS !!!!!!!!

- "holy shit baby, you look good. easier for me to—" "thanos!"

- he's SURPRISINGLY good at giving you outfit tips like ??? okay diva??

- "wear my leather jacket over that, it matches with the skirt."

- he wants to accompany you whenever you go shopping

- he's not one of those bitchy guys who complain about you taking so long at the store, he actually enjoys spending time with you shopping for your girly stuff

- just like se-mi, this man stares at your thighs shamelessly

- he's so sassy 

- "my legs look better." "baby, i love you, but shut the fuck up."

- curses in english whenever you come out of your room and he sees you wearing a miniskirt

- if he sees another man staring at HIS girlfriend, he'll call him out

- "isn't my girlfriend so stunning? you're lucky cause she's the last pretty thing you get to see before i fucking gouge your eyes out"

- he sulks when you scold him

- "might ban you from wearing a skirt outside from now on, just too many eyes."

- though he's jealous, deep down he's proud to call you as his

- like??? nobody else can't handle your fine ass but him

- he doesn't even need his drugs anymore; you're his drug

- he just can't have enough of you

"you're killing me with that outfit, you know that?"

@misayani

[satorena]

❛ # MÉNAGE À TROIS ! ❜

ᡣ𐭩 featuring. g. satoru x reader x g. suguru

☆ warnings. explicit content. foul language. thrēēsome (mmf). getting caught in the act. ceo!satoru and secretary!reader make a comeback. jealous gojo. ceo!suguru but he’s a pervert. crēāmpie. fīngerīng. oral (f+m). backshots. afab!reader. feminine descriptions used.

ᡣ𐭩 serena's note. can be read as a stand-alone but it’s basically a continuing to unprofessionalism !

“are you—mmph, insane?!” you’re hoping your words are convincing enough to draw him back to his senses, despite them jumbling out your mouth and right into his. pressed up against the door of the empty bathroom, your legs are spread apart in favour to be supported by a strong thigh. big hands slide from your lower back to your ass, and squeeze, forcing a moan out of you. “we’re in public— we’ll get caught!”

when gojo does give you space to breathe, a thin string of saliva connects from his bottom lip to yours. he pants heavily, lips shaded a hue of cherry red as the corner of his mouth tugs into a sadistic smile, “yeah but don’t that make it more excitin’ though?”

you blink at him, the thought having already crossed your mind. you weren’t in any position to oppose as you’d even gone commando to a formal business dinner all due to your perverted boss’ orders. but a lot would be at stake here— you both could lose your jobs if caught, and you’d most likely be labelled a whore for the rest of your career. naturally, that was the last thing you wanted, and yet—

“quit overthinkin’ sweets,” you’re pulled out of your train of thought when his bulge grinds against your core. you gasp, eye lids fluttering shut as a rush of heat spreads in your gut. you feel his hands grip your waist and drag your hips forward, angling your body at a perfect position enough to force a whine out of you.

he leans forward to seal his lips with yours yet again, and you foolishly kiss him back. gojo pulls away too quickly for your liking, though his lips trail from the corner of your mouth to trail hot kisses at your jaw, to the slope of your neck. “promise we’ll be quick, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

“b-but,” you stammer, head thrown back against the cold surface of the door as your fingernails claw to the fabric of his expensive blazer. you try to recollect your thoughts, perfectly aware of how risky this entire situation could be. you do not get wetter because of the idea of getting caught—no way, you’d rather blame it on the stimulation of your clit rubbing against muscly thighs. “i could lose my job! or worse, we could lose our jobs—”

“‘m not gonna let that happen.” gojo cuts you off sternly, hand leaving the dip in your waist in favour of cupping your jaw. his index raises your chin, enforcing eye contact between you both to ensure his certainty. there isn’t a shred of doubt in those cerulean orbs, gaze intensely strong as opposed to your shyer one.

the arm at your hips snake around the perimeter of your lower back to hug you snugly against him. you’re entirely at his disposition— body trapped between the door and his much larger frame towering over you, and you hate the way your chest tightens at the unreadable look on his face.

“ever.” he repeats more firmly, before planting a short kiss onto your lips. you’re taken aback from the intimacy behind the kiss, as if he really were trying to reassure you you had nothing to worry about it. he might’ve been reckless and utterly stupid, but when it mattered, he really could be reliable. “do ya trust me?”

“yes.” you answer honestly, and the grin he offers at your response confirms every shred of doubt you’d had in mind. of course you’d do this— you were as much unprofessional as he was.

“that’s my girl.” you jolt at the firm blow landed on your ass. when your lips fall into an annoyed pout, he’s quick to kiss it away, beaming at you like a child on their way to a candy store. “now go face the mirror f’me— needa apologize for not properly treating you right the last time.”

you’re sure he’s referring to your last encounter in his office when he’d decided to punish you for bad mouthing him by skipping oral, if the way he hiked your dress up to your hips, kneeled on the floor and spread your pussy lips apart said anything. you shiver from the cool air he breathes at your aching cunt, fingers gripping the ceramic sink before you.

“shitttt,” you moan, head lolling forward when you feel his tongue swipe from your clit all the way near your rear end. gojo latches his lips onto yours, and feasts like a starved man. he rotates his tongue into motions he knows will have your knees buckle the way it does, flicks it at your a swollen leaking clit, and fucks it in and out of your clenching hole. “f-fuck, satoru, oh my goddd!”

he groans loudly into your cunt, big hands gripping an asscheek each as he divulges into your core. you’re a slippery mess, and you can’t imagine how soaked his face must be by how sloppy he tugs and nibbles onto your labia, drinking up any fluid you have to offer him. he makes it nearly impossible to keep alert of any upcoming visitors— any time you attempt to regard the door, just a peek over you shoulder, he plunges his canines into the flesh of your ass and spanks at your cunt. it’s as if he wants you to completely trust and rely on his word.

“nah uh princess.” you feel the impact of the coolness of his rings against your warm folds, mixture of saliva and your juices splurting as he spanks you. you feel your thighs trembling as you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your skull from the pleasurable pain. “you’re offendin’ me over here. focus on me—not that damn door.” if you didn’t know any better, he was definitely pouting with a mouth full of your cunt.

how ridiculous.

“‘m just tryna w-watch out for the doo—ooohh!” his tongue finds its way to your clit and you officially give up. completely surrendering yourself to his disposition, you let your guard down and allow him to ravish you whole.

it’s proven difficult to keep your eyes on yourself as you watch your reflection through low lidded eyes— gloss smeared on your swollen lips as fat tears build at your lower lash line. your neck and chest littered in love bites, areas that are incredibly visible to the public. and under any other circumstance, you would’ve made a big fuss about it, but you simply couldn’t care with gojo’s index and middle finger pumping in and out of your sopping pussy.

you’re irresponsible and foolish, and admittedly shameful as you feel the infamous knot of arousal in your core tightening. your knees feel wobbly, and you’re moans tune into a higher pitch as you claw the marble sink. gojo reads your body language well, his pace steady as he simultaneously finger fucks your cunt while lapping at your bundle of nerves.

you shoot him a look behind your shoulders, the sight of your boss on his knees aiming to please you admittedly quickening the process, “s-satoru, fuuuck, ‘m gonna cum!” you whimper, bottom lip tugged into your teeth. you remove your death claw grip on the sink in favour of carding your fingers through a set of fluffy hair.

he cocks a brow behind snowy locks, cerulean eyes peering at you with sheer intensity. he knows you’re close, could’ve guessed from how tightly you clamped down on his tongue, and he’s aiming to give you the best damn orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life because you deserve it.

it takes one, two, three jabs of his fingers at that spongy spot against your muscles for the dam to break. and it all happens too damn quickly to register—your eyelids beginning to shut close as your cunt squirts onto gojo’s face with the addition of an indifferent suguru geto at the bathroom door—

wait. wait wait wait.

your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets as you’re quickly drawn back into reality, “oh shittttt— shit! w-wait, toru, hol’on a second ‘m— he’s right there— fuckin’ hell!”

it’s like he’s doing it to fuck with you, deliberately ignoring your pleas as he swirls his tongue deeper into your high. it takes a forceful grab of your fingers at his scalp to remove him away from your cunt, and even that makes him moan.

his skin is botched red and glistening wet in your arousal, a childish pout resting on his shiny lips. he looks like a child who you’ve confiscated his jar of cookies for overeating, “what’s the rush, princess? y’re kinda killin’ me here, ‘m not done with you just yet.”

“so is she the girl?” geto shuts the door behind him, back resting against the flat surface. he cocks his head to the side and presents his infamous smile— the one you’ve seen briefly in the hallways as you passed by him, on your way out of your boss’ office.

“hmm?” gojo tilts his head to the intruding voice, and when his eyes fall onto his colleague, he lazily shrugs his shoulders, as if his appearance had been the most natural thing. “oh, suguru—what’re you doin’ here?”

“they’ve sent me to come find you both as the closing speech is soon commencing,” geto pushes himself off the door and takes long strides towards you both. “though i did have my suspicions— turns out i was right. satoru, you fuckin’ whore.”

your heart beat wildly against your chest. your mind raced a mile a minute, thoughts in turmoil as you fought between the fear that settled im your gut from being caught by another worker but simultaneously feeling your cunt ache at getting caught by another worker.

“heyyy, that’s fuckin’ rude,” gojo squints his eyes at his friend, a firm hand raising to spank your ass. you jolt from the impact as you squeal, your face heating in embarrassment at the situation. “she isn’t the girl, she’s my girl. there’s a difference and you oughta learn it.”

geto waves a hand around as if to dismiss his complaints. “yeah yeah, sure.” the ravenette stops before you, and for the first time you notice just how much tall he is too. a large frame sitting in an expensive tuxedo towering over your bent form, leaning forward to sit at an eye-level with you.

your lips part, as if to weakly defend yourself from the shameful situation you’ve found yourself in, but before words can escape your throat, you feel his knuckles grazing along the slope of your jawline. the gentle touch begins at your jaw and trails down to your chin, where the pad of his thumb then fondles at the corner of your mouth.

there’s a hypnotic look in his eyes— a seductive gaze stuck in the endless pools of purple as he stares you down. despite still being clothed, you feel naked beneath his gaze, and yet you can’t find yourself looking away, even when he hooks his thumb into your mouth.

“hi beautiful. mind tellin’ me your name?” geto asks, the melody of his voice so honeyed that you can’t help the automatic response you give him. he chuckles, pulling his thumb out of your lips and swiping the wet digit against your bottom lip.

“gorgeous name for a gorgeous beholder,” you’ve heard that line before, most likely from your boss, and if it ever came out corny then, then it certainly didn’t feel corny now. “tell me y/n, has satoru taken care of you properly?”

gojo interrupts, taken aback by the nerve of his friend’s assumption of him. “what— of course i have! who do you take me for?” you can hear the whine through his words, though you were still entirely stuck in a trance by the man before you. “baby, tell ‘im i took good care of ya!”

“mind if i take a look?” geto cocks his head to the side, the tip of his nose grazing yours. blinking, you suddenly realized the proximity of the man before you, warm breath fanning above the dip of your cupid’s bow. “promise i won’t take too long. feel free to say no.”

and rationally speaking, you should’ve said no. you should’ve taken the outing and tell him it was unprofessional and entirely risky since you’d already gotten caught by him, and had it been any other worker, you would’ve surely been black balled for the rest of your career days. and yet, the way his touches felt comforting and safe, fleeting from the back of your neck down to your arms and chest, another around your torso—

oh fuck it. “yeah, g-go ahead.” you nod instead, your mind telling you one thing but your pussy telling you another.

“whaaaaat?! y/n!” gojo complains, but geto’s quick to smile at you, going as far as calling you a ‘good girl’ before quickly shoving gojo out of the way. he crouches down as gojo rises to his full height, one hand holding onto your cheek and spreading it as the other grips onto the back of your thigh.

you suddenly feel very aware of the situation at hand, and lower your head in shame, teeth nibbling onto your bottom lip. you feel like a slut— your pussy casually being inspected by another high figure at your workplace, meanwhile your boss leans against a nearby wall with his arms crossed over his chest and a deep frown on his face.

“not bad satoru.” geto teasingly praises his friend, the grip on your cheek spreading the flesh further apart, as your sticky cunt squelches in result. your lips then follow suit as they spread, and geto abandons the hold on your thigh in favour of swiping his thumb to collect all of your juices, before popping it in his mouth. “mmhm, she’s all wet and sweet too. can’t believe you were holdin’ out on me man. i feel betrayed.”

“ever considered the fact i don’t want to share her with anyone? much less you?” gojo retaliates, pushing himself off the wall to stand beside you. your brows furrow at his words, eyes following his steps before he plants himself at your side.

geto chuckles, an sleek eyebrow raising up, “oh?”

gojo ignores his friend in favour of directing his attention towards you, pushing your hair away from your face and behind your ear. you blink at him through thick lashes, tilting your head into the warmth of his palm at your cheek, “if you don’t want this at any time, just lemme know and i’ll kick his ass, yeah?”

“wait.” you hold onto the wrist near your face, and his blue eyes follow the point of contact before returning to your eyes. you suddenly feel bashful as he stares at you as if you were the only girl in the world. “wanna suck you off too. . . y’know, as a payment for earlier.”

“yeah?” his smirk returns to his face, fiddling with a piece of your hair between his fingers. you roll your eyes despite the smile that crept at your own lips. “i dunno sweets, it’s startin’ to sound like you’re in love with me or somethin’.”

“not even in your wildest dreams, satoru.” you scoff, grabbing the hand that played with your hair to rest it above the mounds of your chest. the fleeting touch of his fingers against your perky buds through the thin material of your dress has you humming in pleasure. you watch as his eyes light up like a child on christmas day, the smirk on his lips stretched even wider as he cups onto your sensitive flesh.

gojo pushes the material of your dress aside to free your tits, watching the recoil as your bud comes to contact with cooler air and instantly stiffens. “oh come on—you can admit it princess, y’know i won’t hold it against you.”

you lick your lips, “give me a break toru— hngh, fuck!”

“oops, my hand slipped.” geto comments, running his fingers up and down the entrance of your folds. you can tell by the sound of his voice that it was definitely not an accident, as he dips his fingers in and out of your cunt, drawing out moans from you.

you fail to see how gojo frowns, a bitter look on his face as his best friend snatches your attention away from him. it’s soon replaced by admiration when your face contorts into that beautiful look you make whenever you’re completely over washed with pleasure— and even if it isn’t him offering you that euphoric feeling, he feels his cock twitch in his slacks regardless.

“toruuuu,” you call out his name, your gaze unfocused as you stare him up with doe eyes. you watch as he gulps, completely enamoured by you. “whip it out already, need it in my mouth.”

you giggle as he wastes no time, fumbling with the belt at his slacks before dropping them to his knees. he pulls out his cock from his dampened briefs, dick standing tall in arousal. veins decorated the sensitive skin all over, his mushroom tip a raging red as it dribbled pre cum. you could feel your mouth salivate at the look of his dick alone, balls hanging heavily full of cum.

he tightens his fist around the perimeter of his cock, dragging it down from the base all the way up to his tip, a guttural moan heaving from deep in his chest. he’s taunting you, and you shamefully feel your cunt dampen at his wanton sounds, “ngh, you ready baby?”

from behind you, you hear geto’s slacks also fall down to his ankles as he pumps his own hardness right against the cleft of your reddened cheek. he taps the tip of his dick against your soft flesh, watching the recoil of your ass bouncing on his cock, panting heavily as his words come out breathily, “you—shit, good to go, y/n?”

you nod eagerly, legs spreading for stability as you bend your upper body forward. your hands grip around the firm muscle of gojo’s thighs, and your nose nuzzles in the bush of snowy pubes, his musk clouding over your senses in a familiar way. your tongue lolls out as it rolls over the sensitive skin of his ballsack and sucks, and gojo whines, hand immediately flying to the back of your head to grip at your hair tightly.

you can feel the tip of geto’s dick pushing past your first ring of muscle, and you attempt to relax the muscles of your body at the intense intrusion of his penetration. he’s fucking girthy— much thicker than gojo, though not as lengthier. he’s stretching you out in ways that has your limbs liquify in heat, fingernails clawing deeper into gojo’s pale skin.

“fuck, shit, you gotta loosen up f’me baby— you’re too tight,” geto grunts, hands gripping tightly at your waist as he lurches forward. your stomach tightens in lust as your thighs tremble, the intrusion of his cock balls deep in your cunt melting your brain. he’d just bottom out, and you already felt on cloud nine.

“feel s’good, ngh fuckkk—mmph!” your mouth is suddenly full, the familiar taste of saltiness resting on the pallets of your tongue. you hear gojo above you moan pathetically, hips already rutting desperately into the warmth cave of your mouth.

you’ve sucked him off plenty before and so you know just how he likes it— sloppy and tight. you hollow your cheeks and stay mindful of your teeth, as you relax your throat muscles and let him work his magic.

“there’s my good girl, fuck yeah— y’know jus’ how i love it, dontcha?” gojo smiles down at you, thumb grazing at the dent in your cheek. he drags his thumb over the outline of his cock against your face, “what a fuckin’ beauty, shit, keep doin’ great for me, hnghhh, ‘m gonna bust soon.”

“already?” geto teases, thrusts languid as they match the pace of his friend’s. his hips meet the curve of your ass in hypnotic bounces as your ass ripples off his pelvis, and gojo’s quick to roll his eyes.

“fuck you,” it’s meant to come off as an insult but when you take him even further down, a gag tightening around the length of his cock, it trails off into a desperate moan.

“no thanks, ‘ve got your pretty little secretary here.” geto hisses when your pussy clamps down on his cock. he feels sweat begin to collect at his hairline, and focuses on the grip of your folds latching at his dick desperately.

you feel a firm blow at your ass cheeks, your muffled whines echoing in the room at the stinging pleasure. you attempt to run away from the impaling dick in your stomach, but you feel geto’s hands grab at your hips, stabilizing your limp body before a hand rises up and pushes your back into a curve.

“and where do you think y’re goin’?” geto tuts, hips angling at a new position, one that draws a broken mewl from your sore throat. every moan resonates against the dick stuffed in your mouth, and the sounds travel from gojo’s tip all the way to his stomach, as he feels his balls tighten.

“oh god baby, y’can’t do that to me!” gojo mewls, matted locks glued to his forehead from excessive sweat. you feel his droplets trickle down to your forehead, dribbling down your face and combining in the mixture of fluids leaking from your lips.

you feel his dick twitching in your mouth, a telltale that he’s bound to bust his load in no time. you release a hold from his thigh to cup at his balls, gently fondling with the sack as you bob your head forward to match his pace. saliva pools from the corner of your mouth and dribbles down your chin to the floor.

geto leans forward, chest pressed against the arch of your back. his breath is warm and tickles at the column of your hickey-littered neck, and the stretch of his girthy cock spreading the tight muscles of your rim has your stomach knotting in foreign pleasure.

his hand creeps in between your thighs, fingers toying with your aching clit as his lips graze at the shell of your ear, “love havin’ this clit of yours played with?” he purrs in your ear, lips ghosting over the goosebumps of your skin, and despite being gagged, you nod your head frantically in response. he’s bottomed out, balls deep inside your cunt, grinding his hips and rubbing his cock into areas you had yet to explore. “such a good slut f’me, ain’t that right?”

“for me– ngh, me too!” gojo argues childishly, quivery pink lips falling into a pout. he runs the pad of his thumb against your cheek, hooking his fingertip at the corner of your lips, thus painfully widening the hole of your mouth.

tears quickly build up at your lash line, vision blurring when you feel geto pull back up, landing blow after blow on the planes of your ass. the harsh impacts and rough thrusts has your backside ricochetting against his pelvis, your pussy clenching uncontrollably. the sensation was one that left you speechless– besides gojo’s lengthy cock occupying your throat. it was most definitely an uncomfortable stretch, but every now and then, when you’d feel the coolness of geto’s rings trailing down your inner thighs and the pad of his fingers soothing the ache at your clit, it easily subsided into pleasure.

“shitttt, just wan’ stay in your mouth forever,” gojo whines loudly, head thrown back with his brows cinched. he’s completely forgotten about your own comfort, fucking into your mouth for the sake of his own pleasure. you watch as his abs contract, chest heaving deeply, adam’s apple bobbing up and down. 

another gag rips out of your mouth when gojo abruptly plows into your mouth, your nose all the way to his snowy white pubic hairs. he moans all prettily, hand clutching tightly at your hair at the back of your head, before pulling away and repeating the same motions, “hell yeah baby– just like that, fuck.”

with tears now streaking down your cheeks, your mouth salivates uncontrollably as you clamp down on suguru’s cock, balls heavy with cum as they slap against your clit.

“shit—fuck, hold on,” geto hisses, thrown off by gojo’s sudden pace. purple orbs trail at the curve of your back all the way up to your bobbing head, when he’s hit with an idea. you fail to see it, but the smirk he shoots at his best friend is enough to telltale. you can only realise they’re up to no good too late, when gojo mirrors the smirk before him.

“match my rhythm and watch how quick she’ll cum.”

and embarrassingly enough, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten when you’re pounded into roughly from behind. their pace now much quicker and rougher, your broken moans turn into gargles around gojo’s shaft, and in an attempt to run away from the overwhelmingly thrusts stretching at your pussy, you instinctively move forward, only to choke around a twitching dick. you then realise their plan, when you try to pull away from the mushroom tip stroking at your uvula and wind up back into geto’s possession, balls deep in your cunt.

well shit.

they treat your body as if it were a fleshlight– a mere toy for their own pleasure, and you couldn’t deny the objectification of your body at their dispense had your body tense in straight arousal. the bulge in your throat and musky scent of gojo’s bush overwhelming your senses, and the thickness of geto’s shaft tearing your hole apart had you coming undone quicker than you’d like to admit.

“oh yeahhh,” geto whistles, never letting up his pounding as you leak through your pussy like a faucet. “look at that pussy go– clenchin’ down on me like a whore. y’fuckin’ love it when we slut you out like this, hm? our very own cumdump– shit, gonna fill you up nice ‘n good.”

“that’s my pretty baby— mmhm, swallow every last drop, mkay?” you feel your mouth being filled with warm spurts of cum, thick ropes shooting down your throat as gojo groans. “s’good for princesses like you, fuckkk, better open wide.”

✧.*

“i’m. . . gonna get goin’ now. you two stay back.” you tug at your dress, fixing your appearance with a nod before exiting the bathroom.

the two friends are left in the space as they run water against the heat of the skin, cleaning up any trace of mess they’ve left behind. the silence is incredibly loud, despite the faucet leaking water into the sink.

“she’s cute. i see why you like her.” geto comments, rolling his sleeves up before pumping his hands full of soap. he clicks his tongue against his teeth, “definitely piques interest.”

“suguru.” gojo deadpans, staring him down through the reflection of the mirror. geto looks up and returns the stare, though the crease of his cheeks through his smile sets gojo off wrongly. he can tell what his friend is thinking, and he doesn’t want to play this game— not with you.

“don’t. . . please. just don’t.” gojo breathes out, chest rising up and down. he doesn’t realize his fists are balled tight, nor that there’s a frown on his face. “she’s different, and i really like her. if you consider yourself my friend, you won’t.”

geto eyes him through slanted eyes, washing off the suds of soap on his palms before turning off the tap. every second passes by agonizingly slow for gojo as he watches his friend move. his tongue feels heavy in his mouth and his chest uncharacteristically tight.

he walks to the paper towel dispenser, before drying his hands and shoving the paper down the garbage. gojo’s eyes trail his every move yet again.

finally, purple eyes meet his and they curve into that infamous smile— one that could send chills down your spine if not on his good side.

“yeah, i got you.”

thank you @nantoji for beta reading 🙂‍↕️.

[fckmebarnes]

ˏˋ ★ pretty peach ★ ˎˊ˗

dbf!biker bucky x fem!reader

18+ EIGHTEEN PLUS. — oral (bucky), bucky is a flirt, semi-established fooling around, he makes u suck him while otp w ur dad 🫣

older works re uploaded! feedback welcome <3 love dbf!bkier bucky so bad.

It was going to be a long weekend. You father was out of town for a few weeks for a work trip, and he had asked you to watch over his house while he was gone. While you didn’t want to, you were getting paid for it, so you decided to suck it up and deal with it.

The downside? He wanted his best friend to check up on you, who happened to be a biker for the small town you lived in. It wasn’t that the town you lived in was sketchy, at least not anymore.

It was pretty safe for the most part, the Howling Commando’s were always patrolling the dimly lit streets looking for trouble and to crack down on drug addicts, robberies, anything that made the town unsafe.

And it wasn’t like you were complaining for being safe by them, what you did mind though, was that your fathers best friend was Bucky Barnes. The one who you sneaked around with quite frequently when your dad was gone. No one questioned it, he was your dad's best friend, and Bucky was just making sure everyone was safe.

You can’t remember how it started, all you knew was that he took care of you, he wanted to keep you safe while fucking your brains out.

You sighed, tossing your dads keys on the table when you went inside his house, kicking your shoes off and heading to the kitchen. You needed a drink since it was going to be a long few weeks staying by yourself until Bucky decided to pop in whenever he wanted.

And boy, he sure did.

“Hey, peach. You all good here?” He opened the front door quietly, letting himself in and rubbing his hands together. The cold air blew in and nipped at your cheeks, making you pull your legs into yourself and hug your blanket tighter.

“M’ all good. Either come in or leave, it’s getting cold in here.” He chuckled, closing the door behind him and waking in fully. He sported his leather jacket with ‘The Howling Commando’s’ on the back side, a few pointed studs on each shoulder pad. You couldn’t deny that he looked hot in that jacket.

You caught yourself staring too long and looked away, blinking. He walked over, and sat next to you, sitting down on the couch and resting a hand on your knee.

“You know, I don’t have to patrol tonight. Steve is on duty.” He leaned into your side, mouth hovering near your ear lobe and pulling at it softly, earning a soft gasp from your lips. You could feel him smirking against your skin and pulling you closer, lips traveling down to your neck and nipping at it.

“Mmm..” Was all you could get out as he sucked harder, pulling away with a pop and kissing the same spot he assaulted. You knew he wasn’t going to stop, and you honestly didn’t want him to.

He grabbed your face with his hand making you look at him, eyes filling with lust and need. He grabbed your hand, holding yours and his and trailing it down to his crotch, pressing your pal against his clear erection. Your cheeks grew red as a smirk was across his lips, hovering over yours.

“See what you do?” He voice was low, as you palmed him through his jeans, making him groan out in pleasure as he caught your lips in his. He swiped his tongue across your lower lip, pulling at it gently making you submit to his tongue darting to meet yours.

Your hand worked it’s way to unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down and snaking it’s was under his briefs to grab his hard cock. You held it in your hand, squeezing it gently and pulling it put, pumping softly. He moaned into your mouth as you rubbed your thumb over the slit, his breathing becoming quicker and his hips thrusting up into your hand. You smeared his pre-come down his shaft and using it to pump him more easily.

“Fuck, peach. You work my cock to good.” He pressed his lips against your jawline as you picked up the pace, his hips thrusting into your hand as much as you would let him. You pulled your hand away and he stopped kissing your neck, looking at you curiously. You got off the couch and crouched between his legs, face level with his cock as it stood in the air.

“Let me pay you back for keeping the streets safe, Barnes.” His mouth fell open as you took him in your mouth, messing with the tip with your tongue slowly, twirling it around to collect the pre-cum that had spilled from the top.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. Such a natural.” You moaned as you had him in your mouth, the vibrations traveling through his duck and up his body making him moan out. He grabbed a fistful of your hair at your scalp, pushing your head down as much as you would let him.

Spit fell from the corners of your mouth and down his shaft. You used it to pump him with your hands as you practically gagged on him. You loved sucking him off, it was one of your many pleasures as you felt yourself growing wet at the obscene sounds he was making.

“So dirty, sucking me off in your dads living room. You love this, don’t you?” He pushed your head down further, hitting the far back of your throat and making a loud, guttural moan. He pulled at your hair as you took all of him, his hips snapping up and throat fucking you.

You felt the couch vibrate as Bucky’s phone lit up with your dads name as the caller ID. Bucky muttered a quite ‘fuck’ before picking up the phone.

“Keep my cock in your mouth, you hear peach?” You nodded as you blinked up through your eyelashes, warming his cock in your mouth as he accepted the call.

“Hey man.” You sucked softly, watching as his bit his lip when you hear the low sounds of your dad on the other end of the phone. You couldn’t understand a word he was saying and from the looks of it, Bucky couldn't either.

“She’s been so good. Nothing to worry about here.” You met the tip of his cock with your lips, sucking softly and teasing the tip once more when he grunted, bucking his hips up.

“What? No I’m good. Everything is good here.” At this point it was your mission to make him come. You took his balls in your other hand and massaged them in between your fingers softly as you bottomed out, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and started sucking.

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, the vein that ran up the underside of his shaft throbbed, and you knew he was close.

“I hear you man.” It didn’t seem like your dad was going to stop talking anytime soon, and you took this as pay back for all the times Bucky made you come while on the phone with your dad. You sucked as hard as your could while fondly his balls, feeling the hot cum shoot down the back of your throat. He let out a ‘shit’ as he came, blushing at the fact he was coming in his best friends daughters mouth.

“Talk later.” He hung up as quick as he could and tossed the phone on the pillow, grabbing your hand and cumming hard down your throat. You swallowed every last drop, as he continued to slowly mouth fuck you.

“Fuck, sweets. That turn you on? Swallowing my cum while I’m on the phone with your dad, huh?” You let go of his balls and sat up, making a ‘pop’ noise as you let go of his dick. You licked your lips and smirked up at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You had tears down your face, hair disheveled but felt good.

“Payback, Buck.” Those words lit something behind his eyes as he leaned over and grabbed your face with his hands, smashing his lips against yours and pulling you up to him, as you straddled his lap and felt his hard dick on the inside of your thigh.

“I’m going to fuck you all night. Think you can keep up, peach?”

[spicygrilledscorpio]

Sweet dreams - LN

Summary: Lando wanted to suprise his girlfriend but got suprised

Warnings: SMUT, somnophilia, horny!Lando, sleepy!reader, slight overstimulation(?), pet names, oral (f!receiving), penetrative sex (i think that’s it let me know if i missed any)

Side notes: English is not my first language so sorry if anything sounds weird. Hopes you guys enjoy❤️‍🔥

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Y/n went to sleep wearing one of Lando’s button-ups with nothing underneath. She doesn’t usually go to sleep full commando but since her boyfriend isn’t home, why not? Lando was out for the triple header, he just finished Barcelona and was supposed to go straight to Austria, but Lando decided to give his girlfriend a surprise.

Lando opened the door to his apartment slightly, tiptoeing his way through the dark room, careful not to wake her up. He cracks the door to their bedroom quietly, guessing she was asleep since it was pretty late at night. He made his way to where she was lying, looking down at y/n’s peaceful face…until something caught his attention.

Y/n was letting out some incoherent mumbling and panting but was still pretty much fast asleep. She was straddling a pillow, that’s what caught Lando’s eyes. He reached for the pillow between her legs to remove it and to his surprise, there was a damp spot on the pillow. Lando’s eyes widen as he looks down at his girlfriend, who is now rubbing her legs together from the loss of the pillow. He parted her legs slightly, staring at the glistening wetness and leaning down, placing kisses on both sides of her thigh. Meanwhile, Y/n was still very deep asleep.

“P-please, Lando” Y/n mumbled in a quiet tone but enough for Lando to hear

He looks up from between her legs to see that she’s still sleeping. She’s having a wet dream. This is a perfect opportunity for Lando to try out something they talked about for a while but never got the chance to try.

He moved his finger up and down collecting the wetness and then bringing them up to his mouth to taste. He’s pretty sure if y/n was awake and watching him doing that right now, she would be too embarrassed and try to cover her red face. However, she was still fast asleep right now, stirred a little but nothing else, allowing Lando to do everything he wanted to her.

Lando leaned down and lick a stripe from her hole up to her clit, making her breath hitch in her sleep. He starts doing kitten licks and placing kisses on y/n’s clit, teeth glazing it sending shivers down her body

“L-Lan?” She woke up and tried to close her leg in confusion, unsure what was happening.

“I’m here princess, go back to sleep and lemme take care of you yeah?” Lando shushed y/n and pecked her lip before lowering himself again to finish what he started.

Lando started to eat you out like crazy. If anybody sees how he is right now they would think that he was starved for days. The combination of y/n’s arousal and his saliva glistening on her soaked cunt as he continues to devour her. Sucking and practically “making out” with her clit as two of his fingers enter her and immediately start to move at a brutal pace, as his other hand moves up to toy with y/n’s tits. It was too much for her, hands desperately trying to find something to grab onto when they found Lando’s hair.

“I-I’m close Lan”

Her boyfriend didn’t reply but hummed into her soaked cunt, sending vibration to y/n’s already sensitive clit, adding up to the knot building up in her lower abdomen, pushing her over the edge. She grabbed onto Lando’s hair tightly as she cum, moaning out loud.

“That’s it sweetheart, good girl” Lando coos as he plants kisses all over her face. Just when Y/n was about to doze off again, she felt Lando’s tip squeezing into her tight cunt.

“N-no, I want to sleep” Y/n whines, closing her legs and trying to push Lando away

“C’mon, just one more for me ok?”. Lando coos as he grabs her hands and pins them above her head. With one thrust, he bottomed out in her. Lando let out a groan feeling her warm, tight cunt wrapping around his hard member.

“So good f’me huh baby” He whispers in her ear, feeling her clenching extra hard down on him. Lando started with slow but deep strokes, hitting y/n’s G-spot with every thrust making her moan out loud.

“M-more”

“I thought you wanted to sleep, no?” Lando jokes as y/n gives him a death stare.

“Your wish is my command, princess” He chuckled slightly as he increased his pace, hips snapping into her at brutal speed. The sound of skin slapping and wet noises from the combination of her arousal and his pre-cum fills the room.

“I’m close-“

“Cum for me baby” Lando’s hand sneaks down to rub her clit in a circular motion, adding more pleasure, and pushing her over the edge. Y/n let out a loud moan as she comes, clenching around and milking his cock. Lando pulls out and shoots his cum on her stomach.

“Did so well for me, gorgeous” Lando says as he pecks her lip quickly then runs to grab a towel to clean both of them up. After he’s done with the cleaning, Lando climbs onto the bed to cuddle up with Y/n.

“So what were you dreaming about earlier” Lando asks as Y/n hits his chest playfully with her palm.

“Some handsome guy teasing me”

[aliwritex]

I HAD A VISION fc43

summary: it’s your first time sharing with a man and you’re still getting used to some things. or, you catch franco pleasuring himself over you.

wc: 3.1k

warnings: oral (fem rec), masturbation, unprotected sex, cum eating. two lines about body image.

You had never shared anything with a man before, never with a boyfriend, never with family, never with a friend. At college you just guessed rooming with girls would be easier and more fun, and honestly they were.

Since Franco moved in you realized a couple of things were different. Sure, he didn’t mess with your decor, never got his clothes mixed up with yours and you had so much space for your things in the shower it was shocking. On the other hand the thing that was affecting you the most was literally the fact that you had a man living in your home.

With all the girls you shared you had quickly gotten comfortable enough around them. So much that in a couple weeks you were wearing tiny pajamas, wearing just a bra or no pants around the house. And ou hadn’t been comfortable enough around Franco just yet — after three months — but he certainly was. Ever since the first month he had been walking around the place in extremely tiny shorts, shirtless, sometimes clearly going commando and sometimes a combo between two of the options.

In that time you’ve learned that Franco is a good looking guy, not only that but that he takes good care of his body. You’ve also learned, from his eating habits, that a six pack doesn’t come easily. He always tries to ignore the treats you bake, eating one or two cookies at most, and that has become a discussion at the apartment.

“Please, you have to eat more, you know they’re so good.” you told him, shoving the plate of lemon cookies in his direction.

“I know they’re good! Really good. But look at this” he lifted his shirt up, flexing his muscles for you. It was clearly a joke, but it did catch you by surprise, making you blush. “This is not made of cookies.”

“Fine!” you lifted your hands up in surrender as you got up from your dining table, “But just so you know,” you turned back to face him, “you’re making me fat. And possibly diabetic!”

“That is so unreasonable, you could always just stop baking three times a week” he followed after you, placing his bowl next to the mountain of dishes caused by the cookies, “bet our water and gas bill would go down too”

“God forbid a girl has hobbies” you joked and walked away.

That same night, Franco came back from the gym as you were cooking yourself dinner. You greeted him and watched as he walked in, sweaty, his shirt sticking to his chest and his hair wet. You had to distract yourself with some music before you let your mind go too far, but still stopped to look at him walking shirtless to the shower and walking back to his room, just the towel wrapped around his hips.

You knocked on his door later, “Fran?” you called, hearing back a grunt and a barely audible ‘fuck’ coming from behind the door.

“Yeah?” You actually couldn’t believe it when he answered, his voice was weak, shaking and it was followed by the sound of something hitting the floor, then footsteps to the door, “Can I help you?” He opened the door, his face was red, his hair still damp and the towel around his hips had a tent around his crotch.

Your face went red immediately, matching his when you realized what was happening. “That towel is mine. It’s pink, yours are the dark ones” you tried to mask the fact that you had absolutely looked down at his tent. He just nodded uncomfortably, pressing his lips together between his teeth. “I’m sorry, that’s not what I wanted to say. I was just gonna ask you if you want dinner”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll, uhm, get dressed, be out in a second.” You just nodded at him, walking away before he even closed the door.

You plated his food and brought it to the table, still shaken by the situation, what the fuck would you do. Sure, something like that was bound to happen but it was worse than you imagined. You wish you could’ve just laughed about it instead but he was hot, you couldn’t just act like he didn’t have an effect on you.

Franco came out of his room covered head to toe, sweatpants and a hoodie covering his face. He walked slowly to the table and sat down in silence. You watched him, waiting for something, he had to say something, but he didn’t, so when you realized he was finishing his plate you had to do something about it.

“I’m sorry I knocked, won’t let that happen again, I’ll only text from now on” you blurted out, making him let his head down on the table.

“We don't need to talk about it, it’s fine. I’m sorry I used your towel, I didn't realize” he said, getting up from the table and taking his plate to the sink.

“Are you sure it’s fine? Should we have a talk about privacy?” you suggested, nervously.

“Oh, my God, I hate you. Please, please let this go! I’m going to bed now. Thanks for the meal, it was really good. See you in the morning.” he spoke, already making his way out of the kitchen and to his room.

Then it was your turn to slam your head to the table. Fuck! You had just ruined the entire relationship you had been building with your roommate, and it wasn’t even your fault.

The next morning you woke up to a note on the kitchen counter, written in one of your glittery pens “went to the gym early, won’t be back for dinner, Fran.” You thought it was silly at first, he could’ve just texted but then it worried you. Was he really gonna act weird about it? You had to talk about it.

So you spent the day trying to find a way to corner him into talking to you. You still hadn’t figured it out by the time he got home. It was late, you were finishing your dishes when you heard the front door unlock.

“Franco, we have to talk!” he heard you say and reluctantly walked to the kitchen.

“Dios mio! Please just let it go!” he told you, letting his things down on the counter as you dried your hands.

“I really can’t let it go if you’re gonna act weird about it.” you said, resting your hands on the counter behind your back, he was resting against the cabinets, crossed arms over his chest, you were incredibly close in the small kitchen.

“Of course I’m weird about it, you looked at it!”

“You opened the door! And it was rubbing up against my towel.” you argued, not wanting to be caught.

“So I’m at fault?”

“Oh my God! That’s not what I said! No one’s ’at fault’. I just want to talk so you stop acting weird! Why are you so hung up about this? Is this the first time someone catches you touching yourself?” you both visually cringed at the expression “It happens to a lot of people, you know?”

“Oh, God, don’t ever say that again!” you had just noticed how you had approached him in your discussion, your bodies mere inches away from each other’s. “Fine, I’ll tell you why I got so hung up on it. But you have to believe me,” before you could even ask why you wouldn’t he confessed “it was about you”

Your eyebrows raised, your face turned red immediately and you could barely react. “Me?”

“Please don’t make me repeat it” he leaned even closer to you, hands resting on the counter around you, trapping your body against it. You looked up at him and let your hand touch his face, gently guiding it close to yours.

His lips brushed against yours, teasing before you pulled him into a kiss. And it was even better than you’d imagined, those plump lips that you sneaked looks at so often were incredibly soft and when you raised your hands to his curls you figured out why your hair products were running out so quickly.

“That’s my shampoo” you teased, “is there anything else of mine that you’ve been stealing?”

He chuckled, “chapstick” and pressed his lips back to yours.

The mint one, you realized as you tasted it on his lips. His hands met your bare waist, pushing your body to lean against the counter while yours held on to his arms, trying not to fall back on it. His lips were working magic on yours, kissing further into your mouth till his tongue was brushing against yours. It was almost desperate, as if both of you had been yearning for each other the entire time you had lived together. You let your hands feel his arms, running up and meeting his bicep with a gentle squeeze, it made you let out a small gasp into the kiss when the muscle resisted your fingers.

Franco only pulled away from your lips when you were out of breath, and he did it with a bite to the bottom one. His lips lowered to your jaw, moving on to your neck, brushing gently the sensitive skin while his breath reached the spot behind your ear, sending shivers down your body. Your reaction made him smirk, kissing down your neck till he reached your upper chest. His hands lifted you up to sit on the counter, surprising you with the stronger grip. Your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to you as he worked a hickey on your clavicle.

“Franco!”

“Oops” he said sarcastically, pushing his hips forward to make you moan, the fabric of your gym shorts allowing you to feel him, the action distracting you from the mark he left on your body.

You sighed and pulled him back to your mouth. Your hands fell from his arms to rest on his chest, feeling the muscles under your palms, then letting them run down till they reached the hem of his shirt, settling down under it, on his bare waist. Franco pulled you even closer to him, and this time he was the one to moan when your hips met, a deep groan against your lips. You used it against him, taking advantage of his state to pull away from his lips and kiss his neck too. His stubble brushed your face as he lifted his chin, giving you space to work on his neck. You made sure to suck a mark below his ear, payback for yours but you could tell that he enjoyed it, it even made his head fall back.

You shook your head and pulled away, your hands grabbing the hem of his top to pull over his head. “You shaved” he nodded “too bad, I like the hair”

“You notice it?”

“Well, you keep walking around the place shirtless in shorts, your chest is the most decent thing I notice” you confessed, letting his shirt fall to the ground.

You mirrored his actions, kissing down his clavicule and his chest, your hands following your lips till he guided your face up, back to his. “We’re really gonna fuck this up if we do this” he told you, holding your face by your chin.

“I don’t care, I just really want you right now” you breathed out, body already aching for him.

“Fuck, me too” he kissed you, letting go of your face and waist, falling to his knees in front of you.

The sight of Franco kneeling and looking up at you with doe eyes and plump lips made your middle twitch in excitement. His hands reached the band of your shorts, tugging on it till it slipped past your legs. His hands reached for your calves, slowly running up and down, sending shivers up your body as his lips brushed your knees. They kissed up your thighs, teeth playing with the skin till he reached your middle, his nose brushing against the wet fabric of your panties. You let out a soft breath at the brief sensation, making Franco smile.

He ran his fingers along the seam of your underwear, pulling it to the side just to see how perfectly ready you were for him. They met your lips, easily slipping between them and meeting your hole. He groaned at the sight of you taking his fingers, mesmerized as you bit your bottom lip, trying to stop any noises. He pushed the fingers in and out a couple of times, a teasing touch to your sensitive walls before he pulled them away completely. Before you could even complain, his face was on you. His lips, nose and chin brushing against your skin as he kissed your thighs almost aggressively, he was rushing, he wanted to work you up but was just so desperate to have his mouth on you.

You let your hand fall down to his hair, your fingers tangling in the curls as you pulled him closer to your cunt. Franco’s tongue immediately darted out, licking a stripe between your lips, you felt it starting right by your hole and finishing with a flick, by your clit. Then it started, his mouth was on you like there was no tomorrow, kissing, licking and sucking at anything he could. What you couldn’t get enough of was the way his tongue flicked at the bottom of your hole, the ultra sensitive area making your middle throb.

His arms slipped under your thighs, wrapping around them to be as close to you as possible, his nose brushing your clit while his tongue worked your hole. He was perfect, your body was trembling within minutes, legs threatening to close around his head but he held them open. Your hand gripped tighter on his hair, pulling it when he moved to suck on your clit.

“Fuck! Franco” you sighed, tugging on his hair to make him look at you “don’t stop” you told him as your eyes met.

He nodded, with your clit still in his mouth, it made his face rub against you. You felt it build up inside you, coming up from all of your extremities to meet in your middle, a knot forming right above your cunt, tightening by the second till it snapped. You moaned embarrassingly loudly, letting your hand tug harder on his hair till he was groaning too, pulling away from your cunt.

“So sweet” he whispered against your leg, kissing and licking the sensitive skin before getting up on his feet.

His hand reached out for your face, guiding you to kiss him again. You could taste yourself on his mouth, the residual sour taste present on his tongue as it brushed against yours. Your hands reached for his chest and ran down, reaching the waistband of his jeans. They made quick work of unbuttoning them while you kissed, and in seconds his jeans were pooling around his feet on the floor.

Then you palmed him, making him pull away from the kiss and drop his forehead to your shoulder with a broken groan. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, licking the soft spots as your hand kept working him through his boxers. Soon his groans turned into moans and his hand covered yours, stopping it before you went too far.

“Let me go get a condom.” he breathed out into your neck “Do you have any? Easy access?”

“‘M all out”

“Please tell me you’re joking.” he sighed, pulling away to look you in the eyes, only truth behind them “I’m out too”

“For fucks sake, Franco” you groaned “just pull out”

“Sure?” he asked and you nodded, slipping down from the counter. You left a last quick kiss on his lips before turning around and bending over the counter. “Fuck! Look at you.” he practically moaned when he saw your ass up in the air, his hands coming down to grab both cheeks, spreading them apart just to catch you clenching around nothing.

“Just do something, Franco” you whined, impatient as you felt the cool stone of the counter against your body.

After your whining Franco wasted no time in pulling his cock out of his boxers, pumping himself a couple of times before you felt his head poking at your lips. He still teased, tapping it directly on your clit and brushing it between your lips, his actions making you jolt in anticipation. But when you arched your ass up he was done, pushed inside you at once, making you both moan. He bent his body over yours, kissing your shoulder as he whispered pathetic apologies — “sorry, sorry, you feel so good, are you okay?”

You just nod, turning your face to kiss him. It was messy, your lips barely meeting as you kissed the corner of his mouth, but it was enough to distract you from the slight burn he was causing between your legs. He tested small thrusts after a couple seconds, barely pulling out, just rolling his hips against yours. You feel so full, his cock already pressing against the right spots.

In just minutes he was fucking into you, his body up straight as he pulled you back onto his cock, his hands gripping your waist so tightly you thought they would leave marks, but fuck, you did not want him to stop. He was so big and he was dragging against your walls perfectly as your clit bumped the corner of the counter, stimulating you with every thrust. Moans fell out of your mouth uncontrollably, followed by ragged breaths. Behind you, Franco let out low groans that made your entire body shiver, the noise of his thighs against yours also filling the room.

With all those sensations, you quickly felt another orgasm approaching, creeping up your body, making all your muscles tense till you let go. Franco moaned loudly when you clenched around him, gripping your waist tighter as he stopped moving. You barely made a noise, your mouth open but no voice coming from your throat as your body shook in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m close, shit. Where do you want it?” he asked, already pulling out before he burst inside you.

“My mouth” you sighed and he couldn’t believe it when you pushed him away and got on your knees in front of him.

Spanish curses were leaving his mouth as you sat on your ankles in front of him, mouth open wide with your tongue sticking out, waiting for him. You reached to wrap a hand around his, following the rhythm he set, and in seconds he was shooting cum into your mouth. You smiled at it, swallowing when he finished. His thumb reached for your face, wiping a drop that landed there, then pushing it past your lips. You sucked it clean without a second thought.

“Fuck. You’re so perfect, you’re gonna be the death of me”

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Muzzled

FatWS!Bucky x Reader | Smut🔞

Face riding as therapy? Bucky thinks it's a wonderful idea.

Part two of Barrier, set way later in the timeline.

You and Bucky probably had the weirdest relationship of anyone you knew. Over the decades you had been together you had been separated by war accidents, evil organizations and helful allies, only to find a different version of Bucky each time your paths crossed once more.

Now, the most recent time of seeing Bucky again almost gave you whiplash as a wave of nostalgia hit you.

His hair was cut and styled short and he sported a gorgeous new arm. He didn't look like the tortured soul that came and took you to Romania but resembled his old boyish self once more.

He was Sergeant Barnes again.

Bucky still hesitated to touch you, his mind telling him he needed to make sure you hadn't stopped feeling for him romantically before he'd make a fool of himself.

Once he stepped into your apartment, though, that fear left him entirely.

On the wall sat a vintage Captain America propaganda poster that Steve himself signed. Next to it a small toy shield signed by Sam. A huge bookcase ran along the remainder of the wall and wherever he looked he saw memories.

Far off in the corner of his eye he spotted a familiar teddybear, now worn and clearly loved.

But what really caught his eye was all the different items of his she had scattered throughout the cabinet.

Books about the Howling Commandos, a small portrait picture he knew she had kept on her person during the war and even a little action figure of him and Steve stood ready for battle beside and old group photo.

Even--

..even his Winter Soldier mask sat proudly in a square along with a HYDRA file labeled with his name, and that small red book.

"Why did you keep this?" His voice was soft, his eyes focused on the items that represented his worst side, displayed so proudly in the open.

"Well, it shows I love all versions of you, even the one everyone else disliked." The way you said it so casually caught him off guard.

"But if you don't like having it here I can always put it in my nightstand.." You liked how that made a blush creep up his face. "I know you liked it last time you wore it around me."

You let out a full blown laugh at Bucky clearly remembering the events you mentioned. He picked up the item and turned it in his hand, inspecting all the intricate details on it.

Part of him was excited you loved the assassin and didn't cast him away or tried to pretend he didn't exsist, but part of him also felt extremely uncomfortable being around items that reminded him of a part of him he had tried to forget.

"If you put it on I'll sit on your face." You passed the ex-assassin with a wink as you stepped towards the hall connecting the livingroom to your bedroom, keeping him in your view as he stood, frozen and almost dropping the mask in shock.

By the time you reached the bedroom door he still hadn't moved. "Oh, Sergeant?"

"Y.. yes, peach." He quickly slipped past you into the room and sat down on the edge, mask still in hand.

Standing in front of him you toed off your shoes, crossing your arms as your eyes glanced at the mask for a second, signaling you were waiting.

You watched trembling hands lift the item to his face, his eyes focused on it as fear glinted in the blues.

"Hey, look at me." Your voice was soft and got his attention immediately. His eyes quickly lost the fear and clouded with something more primal as he took in your form only clad in simple but tasteful underwear.

A simple "Okay" was all he muttered before the mask went back up to his face and he secured it in place. "Happy now?" His hands moved to take it off again but you moved swiftly to stop him.

"Oh no, baby. I think you misunderstood." You placed his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed.

"I said," Crawling over him you sat yourself down on his chest. "Put on the mask and I'll sit on your face. Don't you want me to sit on your face, Bucky?"

God, you loved how expressive his eyes were. They told you everything you needed to know when his mouth couldn't cooperate with his brain. But you needed him to talk before you moved on, making sure he was still here with you.

"Buck, talk to me please. I need to know that you're okay with this." Your hand came up to rest against his temple and he nodded. "I'm okay. Still breathing."

You took his words in happily, smiling down at him and moving his hands again, motioning for him to take off your remaining clothes.

With you completely bare, Bucky's hands found your ass and kneaded the soft flesh making him hum in pleasure. "So soft.."

With each squeeze you maneuvered yourself further up his body until your core was hovering above his head. Bucky's was breathing hard in anticipation, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your clit to distract himself from the eery feeling of the mask over his face.

"Relax, Buck. Tap out when it becomes too much. Do whatever you want with your hands in the meantime." Your fingers found his hair and gently combed through it as you lowered yourself onto the mask. Your slick already coating the hard material from Bucky's touches.

On your first roll of your hips you felt Bucky's hands twitch beside you, laying against the bed. As you continued to gently move you took his hands and put them on you. One on your chest and one on the plush of your thigh.

"Feels good, Buck.." You sighed as he rolled a nipple between his vibranium fingers and kept pawing at your thigh and ass. He hummed beneath you, inhaling deep to take in your scent through the mask. Your arousal was starting to seep through the slits down the front, the holes making perfect bumps and valleys to pleasure yourself on. Bucky moaned at your scent invading his senses, your slick dtipping down from the slits. Beneath the mask he had his tongue out, lapping at the inside to drink up everything he could get to.

The groan he let out at your taste went straight trough you and you felt the hand on your ass leave you. The sound of him fumbling with his pants caught your ears and it only spurred you on, rutting against the mask with renewed energy. Your tired legs finding new strength to continue riding Bucky's face.

You felt his arm move beside you, peeking back to see him taking his cock in hand and jerking himself off as he squirmed under you. "Taste so good.."

As he jerked himself off to the taste of you, your hips kept rolling. The slits in the mask being perfect ridges for your clit to catch on and help you closer to the edge.

"Hah.. Buck, feels good.." You moaned as he toyed with your nipple, your hand on his vibranium wrist squeezing the metal. Your other hand still rested in his hair, tugging on the short strands with each ridge that caught on your folds. "Getting close.."

While you used Bucky's mask as a saddle, he stroked his cock and played with your tits. Moans and sighs filled the room as you both neared your end. Bucky wordlessly placed his hand on your hip, holding you down as you tugged at his hair, gripping the strands hard as your orgasm washed over you. With a few slow rolls of your hips you came down just as Bucky groaned into the mask, panting as he finished all over his hand and shirt.

With a lazy smile you laid down next to him. "So, how are you feeling about it now?" Next to you Bucky unclipped the mask and turned it in his hands.

"Yeah," he huffed, his smile widening as his gaze turned to you. "I think I can start liking this thing."

Bucky was sure you were still eyeing him, pulling the outside of the mask back to his lips and licking a broad stripe right over the middle, his eyes still focused on you in the process. Only when he noticed you squirming and rubbing your thighs together he stopped and tossed the mask aside.

"Now, are you gonna let your soldier fuck you properly?"

[gay-dorito-dust]

hello! if you're still writing for Creature Commandos, i'd like to request some platonic headcanons for Weasel, please! just some general thoughts or scenarios on being his friend/caretaker. if you're not writing for these characters anymore then pls ignore!

Weasel was innocent in your eyes! No fucking doubt about that! You didn’t buy the whole ‘child killer’ narrative about him when you were quick to see that there was no hostile nor violent tendencies towards children in general.

So your and weasels friendship felt borderline like you were his caretaker in most cases as dr phosphorus would always tell you to rein in your ‘feral child’

To which you would smile innocently before telling Weasel to piss on the irradiated Skelton out of spite. Good times.

Many on the team had noticed that weasel was more comfortable and at ease when you were nearby, which mean that you were often teamed up together on more then one occasion as you both worked like a well oiled machine. You could understand him on a level that others couldn’t grasp and that was what made you an unlikely duo.

You weren’t seen without weasel and weasel wasn’t seen without you, so even if the rest of the team saw one without the other they’d always ask the question;

‘Where’s the rest of you?’

You would then point to the rafter above you where weasel was hanging out, looking a little sickly than usual. ‘He threw up.’

Or if weasel was asked where you were, he’d run away before coming back to with your arm in his jaw, but you were unfazed as this wasn’t the first time that weasel dragged you with your arm in his jaw, you still had the marks form the previous times he did this that you had to squint to see since he never put any pressure when dragging you at all as though he was careful to not hurt you.

Weasel does go fucking apeshit when he sees that you were hurt, his only friend and somewhat caretaker was injured and he was seeing red as he tore apart the person(s) who did it to absolute shreds. Literally he gave a new meaning to the word feral after that with a bloody muzzle, teeth and claws.

‘I’m fine.’ You’d have to tell him when he inspects your wounds, making noises of distress as he would attempt to lick your wounds like a dog would, but you were certain that wasn’t hygienic at all but you appreciate the gesture as you scratched him behind the ear, making him close his eyes and let out a noise akin to purr.

I’d like to think that now and then weasel would cuddle into your side afterwards, always being your feral protector when you were healing, always watching over you silently as you smile at your best friend. It’s a beautiful thing between the two of you as you cradled your furry friend to your chest before drifting off to sleep after a gruesome and tiresome mission.

‘You did good today weez.’ You’d praise him as you rubbed his back, only for weasel to make a soft noise like he was telling you something similar as he nuzzled himself further into you like the clingy rat that you knew he could be. And he could be clingy when he wanted to be as half of the time he was climb your back and force you to carry him back to your shared room.

Now if weasel was hurt, you’d react in kind by going ballistic before sticking by his side as he recovered. ‘You okay weez?’ You’d ask.

Weasel would make a weak noise but you’d smile and keep watch over him. ‘I’m right here weez, I’m not going anywhere.’ You’d remind him and that was enough to calm him down and go into a light slumber.

Yours and weasel’s friendship was unheard of but you wouldn’t change it for anything not anyone as weasel has become a vital part of you as you had become a vital part of him, something you’d protect until you couldn’t anymore as you didn’t know where you’d be without having your furry friend making your life that little more bearable…even if you did have to tell him to stop licking the damn windows and eating shit that he’s not meant to by forcing your hand in his jaw to get it out yourself.

‘SPIT IT OUT WEEZ! YOU’RE NOT MEANT TO EAT THAT!’ You’d yell but weasel was adamant on eating the dirty bandaid he found on the floor, much to your disappointment and everyone else’s (mainly dr phosphorus) hilarity.

Also you, weasel and dr phosphorus are like a trio of pure chaos with you being the mediator between the two, but that’s a story for another day.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I can feel in my bones that Shigaraki would praise you after finding out you weren’t wearing panties or a bra just for him in a public setting and this thought has possessed me in a dressing room help my sanity queen 🫶🏻

Can’t Stop Myself

Tags: Shigaraki x fem!Reader, established relationship, smut, exhibitionism (kinda), cunninglus, daddy kink, nsfw, mdni

Synopsis: Tomura finds out you’re not wearing any panties in a dressing room 🤭

An: GODDD IM SO SICK. I LOVE THIS SICK FREAK. can we please not talk about the logistics of this fic because i realize trying on jeans without panties on is DISGUSTING, but this is fictional.

“Don’t make it obvious, and it won’t be a big deal.” Tomura says it like it’s easy. You had begged him to go shopping with you, and he had only one request: to let him watch you try on the clothes.

It was a win-win scenario for him because even if he didn’t like being out in public that much, he loved watching you undress and get dressed. He’s a bit of a pervert when it comes to you. Not to mention, he enjoyed spending time with you.

You were nervous about letting him into the changing room with you for two reasons mainly. You didn’t want to be caught by a store associate and face that level of embarrassment, and you weren’t wearing any panties… You didn’t know how Tomura was going to behave once he found out that information.

With an armful of different clothes to try on, you walk towards an open changing room, and you quickly try to shut the door before your boyfriend quickly slips in. “Trying to shut me out?” He tsked before his hand swatted at your bottom with a nice smack. “Bad girl. We had a deal.” He chides with a sly smile.

Turning to face him, you lightly pouted, and you slowly hung the clothes up on the little clothes hook that was screwed into the wall.

Tomura makes himself comfortable on the bench that they place in dressing rooms, and his eyes carefully roam your body, devouring each and every detail. His cock was already starting to strain inside his boxers from the promise of seeing you naked.

“Can you… look away for just a second?” You ask timidly, knowing that he wasn’t going to oblige in your request, but you asked anyways.

Tomura looked up at you with an almost offended look on his face. “Why would I do that…? I’ve seen you plenty of times before.” His arms cross over his chest, and his legs are spread on the bench. It’s obvious that he has no intention of looking away from you. He wouldn’t dream of missing this for a second.

Sighing, you know there’s no way to get out of this, so you slip your skirt down your legs so you can try on the pair of jeans that caught your eye.

Immediately, Tomura’s mouth waters as he sees your dirty secret. He wasn’t expecting for you to be completely nude underneath your skirt. “What’s this?” He speaks up, and his hand reaches out — fingertips just barely brushing against the flesh of your ass. “Going out in public without panties on?”

The small whimper that escapes your mouth makes him chuckle lowly. “All this? For me?” He questions again as his hand begins to full-on grope you. His lower lip is tucked between his teeth as he admires your beauty. “Were you wanting me to use you while we were out today?”

“Tomura..” You whisper softly with a pleading look in your eye. You had gone commando with the idea of him maybe using you, but you didn’t plan on actually going through with it. Your stomach twists at the idea of getting caught in the act.

“Shh, pretty. Be a good girl and answer my question first.” His fingertips carefully dance toward your cunt — that’s already gripping around air.

“Mhmm..” You hum almost inaudibly, and your boyfriend rewards you by sliding his fingers between your folds, gently rubbing your clit.

His red ochre eyes gaze up at you with an amused look. This is not what he expected from his goody-two-shoes girlfriend, but he can’t help but feel proud of how he’s corrupted you.

Your breath starts to falter to soft pants, and your thighs subtly part for him a bit, allowing him to effortlessly glide his fingers against your glistening cunt.

“Already so wet for me.” He praises lowly before he slowly lowers himself down onto his knees. “Come here, pretty. Let daddy reward you properly.”

You look towards the door of the changing room. Luckily, it’s not built like a bathroom stall, and you and Tomura actually have some privacy. However, the walls are still thin, and the store associates will surely get suspicious if you two take too long.

“Don’t keep me waiting now.” Tomura warns, and you quickly shuffle over towards him. His hands carefully part your thighs, and without a second warning, he delves his tongue deep into your wetness — literally humming and softly groaning from your taste.

He’s utterly addicted to you.. to your breathy little sounds.. to your smell.. to your taste. He can never be fully satiated when it comes to you.

Your hands find his hair as you hold on for dear life. Your legs are already shaking while he laps at your wetness like a starved man. Tomura’s cruel for rewarding you like this. He loves the fact that he can look up at you and see what a mess you already are for him — your poor wobbly legs, flushed cheeks, and glassed over eyes.

If he knew he could get away with putting it in you, his cock would’ve already been buried deep into your tight wet entrance, but he knows you too well. You’re too noisy — squealing and whimpering every time he pushes inside.

Instead, you’ll just have to be satisfied with his tongue until you can take his cock better. It’s not like Tomura minds. He’s lapping at you to no abandon.

“Nnngh shi…” You whine softly, trying to move your hips away from his face so you don’t make too much noise.

“Don’t run from me, pretty.” He scolds while giving your bottom a light spank. “Sit on daddy’s face and let him reward you.” His hands part your thighs even further, and his neck is craned upwards so he can keep burying his tongue in your deliciously sopping cunt.

You’re literally dripping on the floor, whining from embarrassment as Tomura’s fingers begin to tease the rim of your entrance. He chuckles against you as your pussy flutters around nothing — desperately crying to be filled by him.

Your eyes double back to the door of the dressing room, checking for the nth time to make sure it was locked. The sound of pop music softly droning on in the store fills the dressing room, thankfully masking the sounds of Tomura devouring your pretty cunt.

Your boyfriend takes this opportunity to stuff you full with two fingers. His tongue continues to swirl around your small bundle of nerves while he begins to pump his two fingers in and out of your tight hole — making the most obscene squelching noises known to man.

Your knees instantly buckle beneath you, and you have to hold onto Tomura to make sure you don’t fall. “What’s the matter, pretty? You wanted me to use you, didn’t you?” He taunts with another small chuckle before going back to slurping down your juices — drinking the sweet nectar of your arousal.

You did want him to use you, but you figured it’d be a lot more subtle than this. You thought maybe he’d subtly slip his hand underneath the table while you two ate lunch, but Tomura seemed to want to make you the lunch. That’s your fault though for forgetting that your boyfriend is an absolute eater.

Your hands tighten around his hair as you’re a complete whiny mess on his face, subtly rocking back and forth to get your fill of his fingers and tongue — both working together to bring you to the edge of a soul-shattering orgasm.

“That’s it, pretty. Give it t’me. Doing so good.” Tomura praises beneath you before he uses his other hand to spank you cunt. “Such a messy pussy. Bet you wish you were getting fucked right now, huh?” He teases before making up to your cunt with sloppy french kisses.

“Mmmph~ Tomura-! Fuck please. please-please.”

“You’re about to cum, aren’t you pretty girl?” He asks as his fingers curl slightly, rubbing attentively against your sweet spot. “Fuck. I can feel you… hah.. tightening around my fingers. Want you on my cock so bad, pretty. Let me out the tip in, please.”

Shigaraki is a complete babbling pussy drunk mess by now — talking complete nonsense while you ride his face and fingers. His cock is pressed firmly against his pants, and his hips can’t help but rock subtly, trying to get whatever friction he can.

“Cum on me. Give everything to me, pretty.” He finally gives you permission, and your orgasm, as if on cue, takes over your body. More juices spill out from you, coating his fingers and hand. Your boyfriend is quick to lick them up and clean himself off.

“Nnn… fuck..” You have to bite your tongue to keep quiet, but you’re sure that everyone has probably already heard you and Tomura.

Your legs tremble as you slowly step back from Shigaraki as he’s still on his knees. Your eyebrows furrow as you see him fumbling with his belt. “What? You thought you were done?” He asks with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Absolutely not. Now, I have to punish you for being such a slut in public.”

[little-miss-fandom-freak]

Bad Chemistry

Summary: A new inmate has arrived and joins Task Force M on their mission; everythung about this new member confuses, yet intruiges Dr Phosphorus and is determined to find out why

A/N: Idk if I want to make this an X Reader or a Canon X OC so I'm leaving it up to interpretation for now :)

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Flag watched as his new "team" hit the floor from an electric shock, directly admitted from a device Waller held. "Meet Task Force M; 'M' for Monster. Also known as the Creature Commandos. " Waller said as she tossed Flag the device. She walked out of the room with him trailing behind. "There is one more member who will be arriving shortly."

"Arriving? Why aren't they in Belle Reve with the others?" He asked as he pocketed the device.

"Let's just say The Batman and I had a long chat before I had to agreed to keep her in Arkham." Waller and Flag stopped in front of a glass wall; behind the wall was a pair of doors that slid open. An unconscious woman on a dolly was pushed into the room. Flag watched as a doctor with surgical gloves came out from behind her with a large needle in hand. He peeled back her eye light and injected its contents into her eye. Flag cringed as the woman - now conscious - screamed in pain.

Waller spoke over the cries. "Meet Android 10; or as the Joker called her, The Ten of Spades."

"Wait, The Joker?"

Waller nodded. "Joker wanted a group of Androids who would do his dirty work. 20 Androids were created, only 5 made the cut for his "Royal Flush Gang". Each one was built with a different set of abilities. Ten was given super strength, intelligence, and aviation."

"A real triple threat, huh?"

"Indeed." Replied Waller. "It's taken me years to convince Batman to take her to Belle Reve, so use her wisely Flag."

The two watched in silence as Ten regained her composure. As she stood up, her piercing red eyes glared into Flag's. Her eye was red and tear-filled from the shot, and there was nothing but hate and anger behind them.

"Good afternoon, Ten. My name is Amanda Waller. Welcome to Belle Reve."

Ten charged at the glass, slamming her fist against it. "I demand to speak with Batman. I demand to know why I'm here."

"That's a lot of demanding for someone trapped in a cage. Unfortunately for you, he's not here. And you won't get to speak to him again unless you comply." Ten's teeth grinded as she kept her glare on Waller; when she realized the woman wouldn't back down, she sighed.

"What do you want from me?"

"That is on a need to know basis. And all you need to know for now is that you'll be taking orders from General Rick Flag Sr." Waller said, gesturing to the man beside her.

Ten crossed her arms as she examined Flag. Her face read that she was unimpressed when she scoffed. "Emphasis on the 'senior' bit." She mumbled.

Flag let out a sharp chuckle. "Real spit fire, isn't she?"

"Ten, for this mission, I will need you to play nice with your new teammates. We don't want a repeat of the last time." Flag watched as Ten's cocky, confident demeanor shift for a split second. Her eyes flickered down before meeting Waller's once more.

"So, when do I meet me new team?"

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When the rest of the team emerged from their cells and out to the landing pad, a few of them were puzzled by the woman standing beside Waller and Flag.

Waller greeted the group as they stood in frontof her. "Task Force M, I'd like for you all to meet your new teammate, Android 10."

Ten took notice of their unimpressed looks, but in her opinion, they weren't anything special either.

"Do we really need another member?" The Bride complained. "There's already enough brainless fools on this team.

"I can assure you Bride, this one is anything but brainless." Waller spoke as she walked away from the team. "General Flag will give you the run down before you enter Pokolistan."

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Phosphorus didn't know what to think of the new girl.

Taking subtle glances at the robotic woman beside him (one of the few times he was thankful for not having actual eyeballs), he tried to get a read on her. She kept to herself; avoiding the banter the rest of the team shared and ignored any and all questions or comments directed at her. He tried taking glances at her exposed skin, trying to find the creases in her joints or the screws that would keep her together, but he found nothing.

Phosphorus had let himself get too wrapped up in his thoughts; his head turning half of an inch too much, caused Ten to take notice. She turned her head, making deep eye contact with the skeleton beside her.

"Got something to say, Skelator?" Her voice rumbled in his ears. He was taken back by her sudden question, but like always he doesn't stay shocked for long.

"I was just thinking." He said, keeping her in suspense.

"About?"

He paused for a moment, deciding if he really wanted to known. "What's so special about you that they kept you out of Belle Reve?"

Ten looked away, bringing her attention back to her boots. "That's none of your concern." She said quietly.

"I think it is." He said, leaning back. "We are a team after all; how am I supposed to trust you if I don't know you?"

"The only thing you need to know, is that I won't kill you simply because there's a shock chip in my brain that I'd rather not trigger."

Before Phosphorus could continue to pry, Flag addressed the group.

"Now look team, I know you all aren't exactly enthusiastic about this mission," he started. The Bride and Ten rolled their eyes in unison." But-"

"General I think you've read us wrong." Phosphorus cut in. "We're delighted to be here and delighted to serve our country."

"Are you smiling?" The bride asked quizzically. Phosphorus hummed with acknowledgment. "Sarcastically?" "Yeah." He said with a shrug. Ten scoffed at his childish behavior, but Phosphorus took it as a chuckle, which boosted his ego a tad.

Ten blocked out the rest of the conversations, just wanting this mission to end already so she can get back to her lovely cell back in Arkham. A place that would drive most people insane, acrually brought her a sense of peace. The isolation from people was just what sher needed, especially since her life has been nothing but chaos sinc ethe day she woke up. But her cell wasn't the only thing about Arkham she missed...

The shake of the plane landing ripped Ten from her thoughts. The team was lined up, waiting for the ramp to lower. When ut did, it revealed rows and rows of silver-clad soldiers with their general in front.The general lead them all to the military vans that would take them to the castle. Ten regeted mentally complaining about sitting close to Phosphorus and The Bride; the van was 10x smaller and more compact than the plane had been, with everyone pressed against each other in some way. The close contact with Phosphorus only got worse when Weasel began to piss on the seats.

"Is he pissing?! Oh my God he's pissing!" Phosphorus cried as he tried to scoot as far away from Weasel as possible.

"Ugh! Get off of me, Glow Stick!" Ten grumbled as she tried to push Phosphorus off of her. She could feel The Bride tense behind her as he pressed the three of them together more as he cried. "Oh dear God, it's on my leg! Did no one think to take him out for a walk after a long trip?" He asked the group, his head facing twords Bride. "You better not be looking at me." She gritted.

Phosperpus turned his "gaze" to Ten. His sarcastic words died on his tongue when he realized how close their faces were. 'Were her eyes always that color?' 'Her hair has a nice shine to it, is it real?' 'Is that lotion I smell? Do they just give out scented lotion in Arkham?' While his mind was whirling with questions, Ten grew irritated by his emotionless stare.

"What? You think it's my job to care for that thing?" She spat, snapping him out of his daze. "I'm not a dog trainer."

Before he could think of a witty comeback that would save him from this situation, the van stopped. Phosphorus straightened himself as they filed out one by one. 'What the hell was that?'

Upon entering, the first thing everyone noticed was the... "incestuous-looking" royal family portraits. Phosphorus snickered at each one, Ten couldn't help herself but smirk in disbelief.

"You can really tell they're a close family." Phosphorus joked to no one in particular; but Ten was the only one who heard it, trying hard to suppress a chuckle. Her quiet sounds drew him in. Her began to observe her as by they waited for the Princess to arrive.

This android - this "woman" was a total mystery to him, an enigma of sorts. Belle Reve held the worst criminals in the world, being held there for Waller's twisted Task Forces; team that are expendable, where no one would care if you lived or died. No one outside of Belle Reve was ever added to a Task Force (at least to his knowledge); so why was she here? What can she do? What are her strengths? Her weaknesses? Her limits? Can she feel emotions like a human? Being the man of science he was, Phosphorus was determined to find the answers to his questions.

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Ten watched in disgust as the people around her tore apart their meals like cavemen. She didn't know about the conditions in Belle Reve, but she had too much dignity to engage in the "monster" idea that people held for her. Next to her, Phosphorus was devouring the steak in his hands.

Ten rolled her eyes as she picked at her meal. The final straw was when a piece had ripped off and flew at her, hitting her cheek. She was disgusted. "You know they gave you a fork, right?"

Phosphorus stopped his movements to look at her. Gulping down the food in his mouth he chuckled. "Sorry princess, am I too messy for you?"

Ten groaned in disgust.

"Don't try and sit there like you don't want to tear that chicken of yours to the bone." He said, gesturing to her untouched meal. "I've spent a short time in Arkham, highly doubt they've improved their meal plan. Go on, enjoy yourself! Who gives a shit anymore?"

She scoffed. "Just because I've lived off of prison food doesn't mean I need to act like some barbaric monster."

"Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but we're all monsters here, even you. You can try and hide behind that synthetic skin and fake hair, but your not human. Your just as much of a monster as me."

A fork was slammed into his plate, splitting the steak and cracking the glass plate beneath. The room went silent at the shake of the table, their attention drawing to the end of the table. Ten leaned in close, his green heat reflecting off of her skin.

"I'm nothing like you. You are nothing more than a murderer and a freak who knows nothing more than bloodlust. Don't ever act like you know shit about me because I can assure you, you will never know anything about me."

She shoved herself off of the table and stormed out of the silent room. Flag cleared his throat, trying to break the alward silence. "Uh, sorry about that, Ilana."

"Will she be okay? I can send someone-"

Flag raused his hand, polierly silencing the princess. "She'll be fine. I think she just needs space from a certain someone." Flag turned to glare at Phosphorus, who wasn't paying attention at all.

His gaze was still on the door Ten had exited from when The Bride began to speak. "The hell did you say?"

"Nothin'. She's just being dramatic." He said with a shrug. Turning back to his food, he couldn't help but be even more curious than before.

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That night, Phosphorus slowly snuck out from behind the door of his room. When the door silently shut, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He jumped with fear; turning around, he slammed his enflammed fist into the face of the person behind him. It took him a second to realize his fist had been caught; behind him stood Ten, casually holding his fist with her bare hands. He jumped back, concerned that the hall wpuld now smell like melting flesh.

"What the hell!? I could've killed you!" He quietly exclaimed.

Ten scoffed as she dropped his fist and crossed her arms. "Yeah, okay." She replied sarcastically.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his "nose". "Look, I don't have time for this. So whatever you have to say just say it so I can go."

"Go where? We're not supposed to leave the grounds. Hell, we're not even supposed to leave our rooms without permission."

"I'm not leaving the grounds I'm-" He stopped himself from sharing too much of his plan. "Just get on with your business!"

Ten sighed, her gaze going from him to her feet. "Sorry about my freak out. Shits been tough since leaving Arkham, it's just stress."

Phosphorus didn't know what to say. Apologizing wasn't a thing he's been accustomed to, with himself or from other people. He just... stood there. Giving her a dumbfounded look. "Are you serious?"

Ten raised her brown. "Excuse me?"

"You don't apologize!" He said, his arms flinging outward. "We are literally war criminals, who the fuck apologizes for possibly hurting someone's feelings?!"

"Look man I could give two shits about your feelings!" Her voice began to rise. "I was just trying to be a mature adult and try to make up with my teamate-"

"Temporary teamate." He corrected.

Ten scoffed. "Ugh! You are so immature!"

As Ten and Phosphorus argued, their voices began to get louder until they weren't even whispering anymore. Phosphorus stopped mid sentence when he saw a light around the corner.

"Shit!" He grabbed Ten's wrist and tugged her into his room and threw her against the wall.

"What the hell are yo-" He slammed his hand over her mouth, though it was a little harder to do since she was taller than him by a good few inches. When she tried to fight him off, Phosphorus pointed at the light shining against the door. That shut her up quickly. The two of them stayed frozen against each other, trying to keep their breathing down as they waited for the light to pass. After a few moments, the two sighed with relief as the guard left. They leaned against the wall, regaining their composure. Ten chewed the inside of her lip as she turned to Phosphorus.

"Let me help you with... well, whatever it is you're planning on doing." She offered.

He raised as non-existent eyebrow. "You wanna help? Why?"

She shrugged. "Can't sleep. I'm bored. And I guess if you won't accept a verbal apology, maybe my actions can speak louder."

Phosphorus chuckled in disbelief as he stood straight. "Alright. Deal."

Phosphorus and Ten crossed the hall to the room Flag resided in. Picking the lock to his room, Phosperpus quietly cracked it open.

"Keep watch out here, make sure no one comes by." Ten nodded as she readied herself.

Phosperus snuck into the room and softly knelt in front of Flag's dresser. He carefully moved things around, searching for the device that activated their chips. When he found it, he had a silent victory before he heard footsteps behind him. Turning his head, he was face-to-crotch with Flag.

"Uh.... hey-" Flag slammed his foot against Phosperpus, sending him back into the wall. Ten heard the thud and went running for the room. When she slammed open the door, she watched as Flag chased after Phosperpus in a room lit with flames.

"What the hell Doc?!" She yelled over the flames.

Flag stopped when he heard her voice. "Ten?! The fuc-" Flag stopped when he was forced to dodge Phosphorus' flaming fist charging at him. He threw Phosperpus to the wall and attempted to punch his face, but was quickly met his the intense flames of the doctor's skull.

"Hey Arkham?! You were supposed to keep watch!" Phosphorus yelled as he dodged several of Flag's swings.

"You told me to keep watch outside, asshoel!" Ten yelled even louder as she danced around the flames. Fly out if Flag's hand, the device caught Ten's eye, but when she went to grab it Phosphorus slammed his fist down to the ground. Flames surrounded the three if them. With one step, Phosphorus froze as he heard a creak beneath them.

Ten groaned with annoyance. "You idiot- AAAHH" The floor caved in and by they went tumbling down. The three of them landed in the kitchen below them. Without any thought, the two men went right back to fighting, the device bouncing back and forth between the two of them. Exhausted from the impact, Ten simply sighed before she made her way to the stove where a bottle of wine stood. She leaned against the wall, drinking it as she watched the men fight.

Flag eventually gained the upper hand, kicking Phosperpus across the floor so he could grab the device. His thumb hovered the red button as Phosperpus tried to attack him once more. Ten's attention was redirected, remembered that she too will be shocked.

"Phosperpus, you idiot!" Flag exclaimed. "You think Waller would give me the only remote? You'd be hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean for days if you escaped. Or, if i told her about all this! I'm not here to torture you- any of you." He said, looking at Ten. "We're supposed to be on the same damn team." Phosphorus looked down in shame. It was stupid to even try but he had to. The feeling of being set free just to be tied down again was taunting him, making him go insane.

Ten sighed, tossing the bottle aside she made her way over to the men. Grabbing Phosperpus by the shoulders and hauling him up, she stopped for a moment and made eye contact with Flag; the two had a silent understanding before she helped Phosperpus limp to the nearest bathroom.

At one point he came to his senses and shoved himself off of her, limping the rest of the way to the bathroom. He set himself down on the toilet seat and held his head in his hands. Cautiously, Ten kneeled infront of him and began to run a scan.

"The hell are you doing?" He asked, feeling uncomfortable under her stare.

"Scanning for any other injuries. I'm going to have fix your-" Ten watched as Phosphorus grabbed the back of his leg and cracked it back into place. She stared at it, a wave of confusion, concern, and pure disgusting rushed over her features all at once.

"Oh.... didn't know you could do... that..."

Phosphorus chuckled at her choked up reaction. "No injuries, babes. Just a bruised ego..."

Ten shrugged. "You gave it a shot. It's not entirely your fault, Waller is just freaky when it comes to being prepared. Guess she was right about doing it though..."

"Yeah..." He trailed off, losing himself in his thoughts.

The two sat in the bathroom in complete silence. Ten leaned her back against thw wall as she picked at the grout. Phosphorus watched her, like he had been, but this time he was actually able to see her.

He didn't mind what he saw, finding a strange sense of peace when watching her mindlessly pick at the floor. Maybe he cpuld get used to this...

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There is no better feeling than finally being able to write the fanfic you've been thinking about for days. It's not the best, but it's been a long time since I've written anything, so I'm pretty rusty. I realized in the middle of writing the the character I "kinda" came up with is basically just Android 18 from DBZ lmao. Thanks for reading!!!

EDIT: There will be multiple parts!

[bigfan-fanfic]

Descript of coming into your and his bedroom to get ready for bed to find Bucky on the bed, shirtless, hair down and in his boxers reading please?❤️ cosy vibes. Need cheering up.

Bucky's reading The Silmarillion, hair down, freshly washed and only just looking dry, soft and you can practically smell the gently-scented shampoo he uses. He's in a pair of red plaid-patterned boxers, shirtless, his dog tags and the mate to a set of rings he won for you at a fair he was able to steel himself enough to go to despite the crowds threaded onto a thin chain round his neck. He glances up.

"Hey, sweetheart. You finished up out there?"

You nod. "Yeah. Felt like it was time for bed."

His eyes track you across the room as you head to the bathroom. "I'm glad. It's getting late. Thought I might have to come get you."

"Says the man who rarely sleeps." You tease.

"Maybe I don't sleep, but I'm always happy to be your teddy bear."

"My Bucky Bear, you mean?" you dip into the bathroom as his eyes drift to the housewarming gift Steve had gotten you both when you moved in. A genuine piece of old merchandise - a Bucky Bear, based off of the Howling Commando James Barnes. One of the arms was damaged, replaced with a white one instead. It now sits on your nightstand, there to stand in for its namesake on the rare occasion Bucky isn't in bed at the same time you are.

When you emerge from the bathroom, Bucky's changed the lights to night mode, soft and warm, as if the room were lit by candles, albeit candles that illuminate the floor very well.

He handles the book with one hand now, with practiced ease. It's the one concession he made to his own preferences - while a tablet or book reader would be quieter, he loves a physical book and will turn the pages as quietly as possible.

He's warm and present, able to set his arm around you as you curl into his side. He has a knack for cuddling you to sleep and then easily sliding away when you shift without waking you up.

"Good night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams."

"Will you be in them?" you ask softly.

He grins. "Soon as you close your eyes. I'll meet you there, sweetness."

Protective, soft, present. As you drift off to sleep, Bucky is there. Taking care of you.

And the last thing you hear before sleep takes you in the soft bed- "I love you."

[tehrevving]

Doctor Dante gives you Medicine😉🍆

The Doctor’s office was messier than you expected. There was a couch in the corner, a desk in the other and paperwork stacked in unordered piles everywhere. You walked in slowly, careful, to avoid tripping over anything and then took a seat on the couch. You took out your phone and scrolled through your feed until the Doctor was ready to see you.

“Mx L/N?” you heard and it startled you as you hastily shoved your phone back into your pocket. You looked up and well the Doctor’s appearance surprised you. He looked surprisingly scruffy and was dressed very casually, tight jeans, long sleeved and ripped shirt finished off with a bright red lab coat. You honestly weren’t really sure what to make of him.

“Yes Doctor, that’s me,” you replied, watching as he flipped through a manilla coloured file waiting for your response.

“I am Doctor Sparda,” he smiles, “it says here that you’re here to get your test results from the other day. Is that correct?”

“Yes Sir,” you respond, slightly surprised by the way his eyebrows perk up at your use of a title.

He walks over to you, standing very close. He is surprisingly tall and you crane your neck to look up at him.

“I have some bad news,” he says solemnly, “it says here that your test results came back positive.”

He stops to gauge your reaction.

“Oh,” you say softly.

“Fortunately for you,” he winks, “there is a vaccine available,” he taps his pen on the folder a few times. “Lucky for you, we have an ample supply right here in this office.”

“That’s very good news Doctor,” you say.

He then starts scribbling down on your file, “let me just write a prescription for you. This is purely for auditing purposes of course, we’ll administer the proper dosage right away.”

He quickly tore off the paper, handing a copy to you while he slipped the other into your file. You looked down to read it, more out of curiosity than anything. His handwriting is messy but surprisingly legible but that doesn’t stop you from gasping out in shock when you see what he’s written down.

The semen of Doctor Sparda, to be ingested orally, as many doses as the patient can manage.

“There must be some mistake Doctor,” you say in disbelief, staring up at him and noticing for the first time, the shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m part devil Love,” he smirks, “that’s why you’re here isn’t it? I’m the only person that can cure you of this terrible virus and that’s what you want isn’t it?”

You shake your head. You feel like you shouldn’t give in this easily, but he’s got a point. You’re not opposed to sucking a dick if it will help you get better, stop you from spreading the disease to any of your loved ones.

“That’s a good girl,” he grins. “Now unfortunately,” he licks his lips, “we only have the extra-extra-large sized syringes available.” He gestures to the crotch of his tight jeans, which are now sporting a very noticeable bulge. “I’m sure you can handle it though Sweetheart.”

He starts unzipping his pants, he’s going commando and your eyes widen as he pulls out a very thick cock that bobs between his legs, not quite fully hard yet. He strokes his cock by your face, his eyes watching for your reaction.

You reach out, timidly, to touch the huge cock in front of your face. It pulses and shifts at the light touch of your fingers. He stops stroking it, placing his hands on his hips as he cocks them towards you. You lightly run your fingers up and down the underside of his shaft. It doesn’t take long before he’s breathing slightly heavier, a pool of light coloured fluid building on the tip of his cock.

The Doctor laughs above you, “why don’t you have a taste. See if you like it.” He encourages you as you slowly increase the pressure of your hands until you’re practically stroking his cock.

You lean forwards and lap the fluid up from the tip. It’s salty and bitter but not overly disgusting. He praises you as you slowly take more of his organ between your lips. His dick is very thick and your jaw begins to ache almost immediately, but all in all it’s not as difficult as you thought it might be.

You don’t want to be doing this for long though, intending to finish up as quickly as you can. You try to sink further down, gagging when his cock hits the back of your throat. Doctor Sparda pulls back, stroking at your hair to soothe you, palming at his cock while you cough and splutter, struggling to catch your breath.

He’s slightly out of breath as he coos at you, “you’re doing such a great job Sweetheart. Just a little bit more and then you’ll get your first dose. Mmm, that’s it,” he says as you recover and take him back into your mouth.

You build up a steady rhythm once more and he helps you out, pretty furiously stroking his cock, his hand moving up until it almost touches your lips before moving back down. The salty taste of him starts to flood your mouth as his hips start to buck against you. It pushes him further back into your throat and you struggle not to violently gag. “Make sure you swallow all of it,” he says, moaning out your name as he spills between your lips.

You cough and joke as thick, sticky fluid fills your mouth. His load is huge, his massive cock throbbing between your stretched lips. He just keeps coming and you struggle to swallow all of his release. He sways in front of you, unsteady on his feet as he pulls you off his cock while you’re still struggling to swallow.

He gives you a moment before commanding you to open your mouth, so he can check that you swallowed all of your dose. He praises you as he sees your empty mouth, smiling down at you.

You turn to look up at him, a cheeky grin on your lips. “Doctor,” you say, “would it be more effective if I had more medicine? I don’t want to be contagious.”

He smirks at you and his eyes start to glow red, his cock already thickening once more and bobbing between his legs, “absolutely Darling.”

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Later, after you’ve showered and cleaned up all the mess from the couch, and the floor, and the ceiling for Christ’s sake, you look up at Dante from your position with your head on his chest. “Was that everything you thought it would be?”

He ponders for a moment, fingers stroking your back. “I thought it would be hotter honestly.”

“That’s what happens when you take your inspiration from crappy pornos,” you chide him giggling, but then stop for a moment. “Dante,” you say, lifting yourself up from his chest. “Does your spunk actually stop me from getting sick? I hadn’t thought about it before, but I can’t remember the last time I had a cold.”

He laughs, grinning as he pulls you down for a kiss. “I’m not totally sure,” he says, a cheeky expression growing on his face. “But it probably does have some effect.” He flips you over until he’s on top of you, pushing you down into the sheets while his somehow already hard cock presses between your hips. “But if it does, well I’m sure you already need a booster shot, maybe in a different hole this time.”

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Eternity

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader 

Word Count: 2640

Summary: The moment Bucky saw you, he knew you were going to be his for Eternity.

Warnings: Vampire AU, drinking alcohol, drinking blood, smut, oral fem. 

A/N: For @avengers-assemble-bingo AA-Kinky Bingo with squares Vampire AU + “Sit on your throne.” Card (KB010)

A/N 2: Thanks to my Beta readers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @late-to-the-party-81 & @late-to-the-party-81 header 

A/N 3: prinţesă is princess

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It was a warm night in New York City, and you were waiting to get into a new bar called The Howling Commandos. You’d heard rumors that vampires frequented this establishment and curiosity had got the best of you. The thought should have scared you, since you were human, but instead you were excited and intrigued so here you were, dressed in a short black dress and heels, ready to experience the unknown. A bead of sweat was rolling down your neck due to the heat when the bouncer’s gaze snapped to you. He smiled broadly as the wind blew your fragrance his way.

“You can go in now,” his deep, rich voice said.

You smiled back up at him, taking in his long blonde hair and rippling muscles. “Thank you.”

Walking into the bar you noticed the lighting was subdued. The whole environment was cool and laid back, something you were unused to in a bar. Looking around, you saw people drinking everything from beer to what looked to be red wine. There were couples in corners making out, which wasn’t too surprising, but some were being fed upon, which was. 

What kind of bar allows this behavior out in the open? You thought. You headed to the bar that was off to one side. Standing behind the bar were two bartenders — a short woman with flaming red hair, and a man as tall as the bouncer outside, with hair just as blonde, but cut short.  It was the guy that approached you.

“Hey, my name is Steve. I’ll be your bartender tonight,” he said, congenially

You smiled and gave him your name. “I’ll take a beer please, Steve.”

“One beer coming right up.” He grinned back at you while he grabbed a bottle, popped the top, and handed it to you. “I have to say, if you don’t mind, that your fragrance smells divine.” Steve licked his lips obviously taken with the scent of you.

“Thank you, that's very sweet of you,” you replied, not as taken aback as you thought you would be. “I’d like to start a tab, if that’s okay?”

“Don’t worry about it, it's already been paid for.” 

“Already by whom? I just got here.” You were shocked and looked around. Who already wanted to pay for your drink?

“The boss.” Steve explained, and pointed to a spot behind your shoulder. “He‘s in the back booth to the right.”

“Well, I guess I should go thank him.” You turned from the bar and walked in the direction indicated. You were nothing if not polite.

— Steve smiled as he watched you walk to his boss. He knew that Bucky could use a pick-me-up considering how grumpy he’d been recently. —

As you got closer, you noticed the brunette man sitting in the booth had hair grown to just above his shoulders and an attractive amount of scruff on his face. When you approached the table he looked up at you and his bright red eyes stared back at you, as if he was staring into your soul.

You introduced yourself. “I’m sorry to interrupt you but Steve said that you paid for my drink and I wanted to thank you. So thank you very much.”

— Bucky smirked at you as he looked you over and licked his lips. “Did he?” Bucky could smell the sweetness of your blood and swallowed abruptly. No wonder Steve sent you over. You smelled delicious. He glanced over at the bar and saw Steve give him a thumbs up. —

“A beautiful woman like yourself shouldn’t have to pay for their drink,” he remarked. “The rest of your drinks are on the house.”

”Oh my gosh, thank you… I’m sorry, what's your name?” you enquired.

“It’s Bucky. Would you like to take a seat with me, Prinţesă?” 

The way he pronounced the endearment was so sexy, and a thrill ran through you. Looking over his handsome features, you nodded. “I’d like that.” You knew he was a vampire, dangerous and deadly, but the way he looked at you made you feel desirable, something you hadn’t felt for a long time.

You made yourself comfortable in the seat across from him and smiled at him. “So you’re the man who runs this place? What made you decide on a bar like this? I mean, people are legit making out in public and feeding off humans.” You took a swig of beer.

Bucky chuckled. “I wanted a bar where people could be themselves. Indulge in their desires without being judged. So yeah, people like to make out here or have a drink. Are you a prude?”

You started to laugh. “Me a prude? I’m far from it. If I had a hot guy, I’d probably be doing the same.” You took another drink from your beer bottle. 

“So you’re single then?” Bucky asked, and you thought you could hear a hopeful note to his tone.

You nodded your head as you drank some more. “Yeah, the last guy was an asshole. Too controlling for me so I left him. What about you? You obviously have to be taken.”

Bucky shook his head. “I’m single. I haven’t dated in a very long time.”

How was this hot specimen of a man single? Just looking at him made you want to climb him like a tree.

You took yet another drink as you looked at him curiously. “How long would you say?”

Bucky smirked at you. “Feels like decades ago.”

"Decades?" You started to giggle. "You only look as though you're in your late thirties."

Bucky nodded. "What makes you think that?"

Your hands fidgeted in front of you on the table. “Honestly, I guessed. But also, you do have a few speckles of gray in your beard.” 

He gave an amused snort. “That’s a great observation. Now it’s my turn.” He looked you up and down with an assessing gaze and you struggled not to squirm in your seat. “Hhmm, I think you’re also in your thirties.”

“Good guess.” You were amazed by the perception of this handsome man in front of you.

You finished your beer and Bucky signaled the bartender for another one. This time the red-headed woman walked over and set your beer on the table. She also placed a whiskey in front of him. 

Bucky grinned at her. “Thanks, Nat.”

“Anytime, boss.” She threw him a small salute as she returned to the bar.

You took another drink and smiled at him. Though the more you stared at him, the more you wanted him. There was just something about him that drew you in. It was almost like magic.

“I have to say, doll,” Bucky said with a grin, “I’m having a good time. It’s been forever since I connected with someone so quickly.”

— Bucky could hear your heart beating a little faster — He could tell the alcohol was getting to you. His poor little lamb was a lightweight being led to slaughter. —

You drank some more to quench your seemingly endless thirst. And Bucky was right, you couldn’t deny there was a connection between the pair of you. You continued to drink as you both talked about your jobs and hobbies. The evening was going better than you’d anticipated when you’d walked in.

You got so comfortable with him you even opened up about how you’d lost both of your parents in a car accident with a drunk driver. To add insult to injury, the man, a John Walker, had gotten off on the charges because he had a previously clean record. Mad with grief and frustration, you wished for nothing except for revenge against him. The situation was helped by the fact that you had no one except a couple of friends in your life. However, they unfortunately lived in other states, which left you effectively alone in the city.

In return, Bucky told you about his family dying and how the people who work for him were his friends. You both talked about the ups and downs in your life, agreeing that life could be lonely at times.

“What I believe in, is that life is what you make of it. Even the smallest thing counts. Like you here with me now, that counts for something,” Bucky confessed as he smirked at you.

You finished your second bottle, feeling a bit tipsy. “You’re like a poet, Bucky.” You giggle for a moment, and Bucky just smiles at you.

“Hey, if you're interested, I was thinking we could take this to a private area of the bar. That way, we could get to know each other better?”

“I’d definitely like that,” you eagerly replied. Though a part of you felt nervous, you were also excited. Maybe you had a chance with him after all? You always wanted to fuck a vampire.

Bucky got out of the booth and offered his hand to you. Once on your feet, you teetered back and forth on your heels as you tried to gain your balance. Tucking your arm in the crook of his, Bucky walked you slowly to the left and down a hallway to a spacious office with a desk, chairs, and a sofa. Once you were settled on the sofa, Bucky closed the door and sat next to you.

At first all you could do was stare at one another, but then Bucky took your hand in his and smelt your wrist. You’re certain he could hear your heart speed up. He placed a kiss on your wrist and moved even closer to you.

“Can I kiss you, doll? I just have to have a taste of you,” he growled against your lips.

You took a slow, deep breath and bit your lip. “Yes. Please.” Your excitement was overflowing.

Bucky tilted your head and leant forward, capturing your lips with his. The kiss started soft and sensual. His lips moved against yours as he got his taste of you. It was you who decided to deepen the kiss, your tongue licking his lips to gain access, and he willingly obliged. Your tongues dance against one another in a display of lust. Bucky groaned into your mouth as you whimpered out your pleasure.

Suddenly, you pounced onto his lap and straddled his legs, which made your dress rise higher up your thighs. Bucky kissed you with increased intensity and you couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. You were enjoying being dominated by this man and were eager to find out what kind of lover he was.

“I need you, Bucky,” you begged as you ground down on his hardening cock.

“You already have me,” he placated you, between kisses.

You pulled away for a moment and pouted coyly at him. “I need you to fuck me like I’m yours. I need you to take what you want.”

“Oh, doll,” he replied huskily, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You’re already mine to keep. Once you walked into this bar, I knew your fate. That we were destined to be together forever.” 

— His mind was made up. He was going to make you his queen. —

“I love the sound of that,” you purred. You knew you should be scared that he was going to turn you, but all you could think about was how it would give you the strength to get revenge on John.  But despite that, all your body wanted was to fuck this hot man in front of you, and the consequences be damned.

Your answer given, Bucky wasted no time in pushing you onto your back and pulling down your see-through black panties. He pushed your dress over your hips and licked his lips as he stared at your bared sex.  He leaned down and licked your pussy, causing you to arch up into his face. When he started to eat you out like a man starved, every flick of his tongue against your pussy had you moaning and every suckle to your clit had you whimpering for more. When Bucky pressed two fingers into you, you let out a high-pitched whine and when he curled them against that spot inside you, you came. However, despite the intensity and the laxness of your body, your mind screamed for more. You reached out towards him, making grabby hands. 

With a knowing grin, Bucky took off his shirt and pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees. His hands spread your legs further apart and he slotted himself between them. Grabbing his thick cock he pumped himself a few times before he ran the tip of himself through your arousal. Once slick enough he pushed into your sweet pussy and started pounding into you. His cock almost felt like it was going to split you in half because of how big he was. You groaned from the stretch and he started to fuck you with vigor. 

—Bucky knew he needed you. He wanted to taste the sweet blood that was pumping through your veins. —

You braced your hands on his biceps, and heard the sound of skin slapping against skin echo throughout the room. Never have you had a man so concentrated on your pleasure before and you swore you would cry happy tears later over your pussy being ruined by him. But for now, you held onto him as he went faster and harder into you.

“Say you’ll be mine for eternity.” Bucky was breathing heavily as he spoke. His fangs were exposed and ready to penetrate your neck.

“I’ll be yo-yours for ETERNITY!” You screamed out the last word as your body was taken over by another orgasm.

As the pleasure washed through you, Bucky bit into your neck, his fangs sinking in deep as he started to feed on you. 

— Bucky had never tasted something so pure and sweet in his life. The more he drained you, the slower your heartbeat got. He wanted you to be his in this lifetime and the next.— 

You knew you were dying. Your heartbeat, oh so slow and weak, was thudding in your ears. Your vision was blurred, but you could make out Bucky as he bit his wrist, making it bleed, and put it to your mouth.

“Drink for me, doll,” he urged 

You did as he said drinking the blood pooling in your mouth. The more you drank, the better you started to feel. Your body told you that you wanted — needed — more blood, so you drank and drank until suddenly, Bucky pulled his wrist away and chuckled at your disheveled look. He slipped from the clutch of your body and pulled his pants back up. 

“Here,” he said. “Let's get you straightened out.” He grabbed a cloth from his desk and wiped your neck off, making sure to remove any traces of blood.

You pulled your dress back down your body and looked around for your underwear. However, before you could grab them, Bucky bent down and pocketed them. He smirked at you before he grabbed your hand. “Now let’s get back out to the bar and order you something suited to your new taste.”

“My new taste?” You were confused by what he was saying.

“Yes, sweetheart, your taste for blood. We have some here for the vampires who visit us. Come. Let’s have Steve pour you a glass.”

You both walked out to the bar floor, hand in hand. Bucky walked to the same booth and pulled you down on his lap. “Sit on your throne, sweetheart, the world is waiting for you, for us.” Bucky nuzzled your neck. 

“For us,” you repeated. With the power you have now, you can get revenge on John and make him pay for what he’s done. Life was going to be perfect now with Bucky by your side. Now you would have companionship instead of being alone.

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Did You Steal Them?

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader Word Count: 1.4k Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI. explicit material

Funny how one missing item can change the whole night.

"Pretty baby hurry up we will be late for our reservation" he called as you rifled through your draw once more. You had done your hair, make up and picked out your dress but for the life of you, you couldn't find the underwear you had planned to wear. You knew you couldn't just wear another pair they would show under your dress so taking one last look in the mirror you gave yourself a once over to check that it wasn't too obvious you were going commando.

"I'm ready" you smiled trying to hide the nerves, you had never left the house without underwear and with such a short dress you were hoping everything would be alright. Hongjoong did a quick double take when he saw you step out of his bedroom and into the living area of the dorm making you flush with shyness and miss the smirk that crossed his face as he noticed how his two members looked at you before returning to what they were previously doing.

"You look gorgeous my stunning baby" He hummed stepping towards you and placing a soft kiss on your temple "shall we go?". Taking your hand in his Hongjoong led you towards the door to help you with your shoes before escorting you downstairs to the waiting car.

"So will you tell me where we are going now?" you asked taking his hand in yours to hold.

"It's a surprise baby" he sighed dramatically "this whole night is meant to be a surprise".

"I know but I'm just excited" you pouted cutely hoping to melt his resolve but he just laughed at your attempt bringing your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

You arrived at the restaurant that provided perfect panorama views of the twinkling city lights and were swept off your feet by the private table that he had booked for you that was waiting with a bottle of champagne and a beautiful red rose that sat on the side of the table that you were to sit at. With his organization of everything all you had to do was sit, sip your wine, enjoy the view and enjoy being with your beloved boyfriend. After several glasses of wine even the food you had eaten couldn't stop the effects of the alcohol making you feel far bolder than you usually would.

"Joonie?" you giggled biting your lower lip as you watched him.

"Yes my pretty silly baby" he grinned back his sweet gummy smile not hiding the mischief that was evident in his eyes.

"Did you take something of mine before we came out?" you dragged the tip of your finger around the rim of your glass.

"What do you think that I took baby?" he chuckled watching you with darkening eyes, as he raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"I'll give you a clue....they are black and made of French lace" you whispered leaning across the table towards him.

"Are we talking about my favorite things baby?" He leaned towards you almost meeting you in the middle as though you were the most unsubtle people in the place.

"We are!" you giggled loudly your eyes bright as he played along making him lean back to laugh at you properly.

"I didn't steal your underwear" he rolled his eyes still chuckling at you.

"Well who did then?" you huffed crossing your arms dramatically "I had to go without because they were gone".

"Baby...wait...are you telling me you aren't wearing anything under that dress?" he coughed on his own saliva as you looked at him innocently the pout still sitting on your lips.

"Uhuh" you nodded picking up your glass to take the last sip of wine that remained in it.

"Shit" he breathed before waving over a waiter from the other side of the room "Can we get the bill please?".

After promptly paying and getting you back into the car as gracefully as he could you headed back to the apartment.

"Joonie?" you frowned his hand having not left your body since you left the restaurant was now holding your thigh his fingers caressing your bare skin in teasing circles that kept creeping higher. "If you didn't take them who did?". Hongjoong simply hummed not answering the question before you were distracted by a bright neon sign that you hadn't noticed previously.

The dorm was quiet when you walked inside you couldn't hear either of the other members so with an amazing lack of awareness you crept your way noisily towards Hongjoong's room trying not to giggle the entire way as he continued to occasionally steer you in the right direction around door frames and large pieces of furniture using your hips. After depositing you safely on his bed Hongjoong checked his phone and noticed that Wooyoung was doing a live that appeared to be at the company with Seonghwa and Yeosang so that left just Jongho, who he guessed was probably out with San.

"I am going to fuck you in that dress baby" he grinned wickedly unbuttoning his shirt and dropping it messily to the floor his face changing as you spread your legs to see exactly how wet you were. "Such a little slut going out with nothing but this little dress to cover you" he murmured against your calf kissing his way up your leg leaving a trail of wetness where ever his lips touched your burning skin.

"Stop teasing me Joonie" you pouted as you arched off the bed his breath fanning across your wet folds before he changed legs and kissed his way down to your other calf.

"You are the one who's teasing baby" he smiled against your skin "and I will thank whoever 'stole' your underwear".

"Hongjoong" you gasped trying to speak but failing and his fingers slid along your slit collecting your juices before spreading them and gently circling your clit. Unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants as he played with you so sweetly, he lent forward kissing the tops of your breasts and up your neck to your jawline mouthing at this skin to leave faint marks all over you.

"Who knew you were such a little whore? I wanted to fuck you right there at the table, just bend you over and show everyone how much you love my cock" he groaned feeling your hips bucking against his fingers slipping two inside you to feel how much you were already clenching for him.

"Need you inside me Joonie" you whined loudly rolling your hips to fuck yourself on his fingers.

"Oh you'll have me baby just not yet" he snickered sliding his finger out of you and sticking it in his mouth licking it clean "First I want my dessert" spreading your thighs apart further only forced your dress up your hips leaving even more of you on display but you couldn't find it in yourself to care as your boyfriend yanked you closer to the edge of the bed and sank to his knees between them. His hot breath tickled your sensitive skin as he pulled your thighs over his shoulders and licked a long hard stripe through your folds.

"Shit, Hongjoong" you mewled wantonly your fingers threading into his hair and scratching his scalp. sucking your clit between his lips he suckled on you until your thighs were shaking only changing to flicking your swollen nub when he felt you getting too close to your high "Fuck just like that, don't stop". His deep groan vibrated against your core making your moan loudly pulling his hair unconsciously.

Pulling away from your puffy lips you cried out in frustrated disappointment only to have your breath knocked out of you and Hongjoong slammed his cock inside you roughly.

"Ah...Ng" You sobbed unintelligibly coming hard around his length as soon as it kissed your cervix.

"Aw, my pretty little slut already creaming on my cock?" he mocked slamming his hips against you again setting as frenzied pace.

"Joonie" you hiccuped gripping his shoulders, the loud sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. "Oh God Hongjoong".

"Be a good girl and take it" he growled sexily, his hands gripping your hip and leg so tightly that he was going to leave you with marks for days, out your second climax sneaking up on you as making you scream his name like a prayer. He grunted his hips becoming erratic as he followed you over the edge, his thick hot seed filling you completely. Gently pulling himself from you he grabbed some tissues to clean himself up before pulling you into his arms. You laid in silence each trying to catch your breath when you noticed.

“Hongjoong…” you started your voice tinged with confusion.

“Yes baby” he hummed, kissing your temple while his hands grazed over your still buzzing skin.

“Why are my knickers hanging on the back of your door handle?”

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Beard Burn - John Price

Pairing: John Price x wife!reader

Word Count: 1.1k+

Warning: allude to s*x, going commando, beard burn (as you can tell by the title)

A/N: originally a jamie benn fic but captain john price 🥰

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Your favorite physical features of John's was hands down his beard. He took a lot of pride into keeping it looking good, often taking hours to line it up and trim it. Often you reminded the captain of how much you loved it and how handsome it made him look. His beard was one of the things you first noticed about him. To say it was an obsession on how much you loved it wouldn't be that far fetched. 

It was a blessing and a curse. As much as you admired it, his beard tended not to be so nice on your skin. During make out sessions or another intimate activity your skin would hate you and get all read and itchy. John noticed the redness afterwards but didn't bother too much since there wasn't much complaining on your end. No way were you going to complain about it.

"Why are you walking like that?" Brandy, your best friend asked as you made your way to the backyard.

You and price decided to hold a little barbecue to celebrate the boys coming back from a four month long mission. He always took care of his team and made sure that they took the time off of work to actually relax. This was one of the ways he could make sure they are doing just that.

"Um, beard burn." a quick mumble was let out as you straighten your pose seeing as she noticed something was up. It wasn't the first time you had to deal with it, but it was the first time you had to play host with it still fresh. 

"You nasty people, someone was excited to be coming home." She teased to which you rolled your eyes at. It was honestly no secret that John couldn't keep his hands off of you especially when he came back from deployment. Your best friend being the only person who knew the dirty details, courtesy of her barging into your house one morning.

"It's fresh from this morning and burns like hell."

"Then why are you wearing jeans? You ain't letting any airflow." She was saying what you already knew. Normally in a situation like this you would go commando and wear the silkiest shorts you own but it didn't feel appropriate for the occasion. 

"This was the first thing i found. The only laundry ive been able to wash is John's and thats not an easy task."

"Come on lets go find something more comfortable, we have time before the rest of your guest come." 

"You going to change lovie?" John asked seemingly hearing what Brandy said as he started up the grill. 

"Yeah, want to change into something more comfortable." You smiled up at him to which he returned. If only he knew the real reason why you were going to change. 

"Don't be long." He said leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

"Let go of her you leach. Don't burn my steak." Brandy's voice broke your kiss making you both laugh before she was pulling you back in the house. 

Navigating through the mess that was your closest you managed to find a clean dress that was tossed all the way in the back. A simple blue sundress that looked modest enough for the night. Thankfully there was no wind and you were able to go commando without the risk of a Marilyn Monroe moment. 

By the time you and Brandy reached downstairs everyone seemed to be here already. A few of your friends were in the house while Price and his boys were out by the grill in the backyard. Looks like you took longer to change then you would have liked. 

"Go play host while i get us some drinks." Brandy said nudging you to your living room as she headed off to the kitchen. 

As you made your way throughout the house greeting people you couldn't help, but be glad at the suggestion to change. Relieve came immediately when you stepped outside to the crisp fall air. The pain wasn't fully gone but it wasn't as irritating as it was when wearing jeans. A smile graced your face while you made your way up to the boys.

"Theres the Missus!" Exclaimed Gaz making everyone look up at you.

"Looking beautiful as always." Soap smiled making you giggle at the compliments. 

"Thank you, you boys enjoying yourselves?"

"Making sure your husband doesn't burn the food." Ghost spoke up earning an eye roll from John. 

"You look beautiful lovie." John said as he pulled you beside him placing a kiss on your lips.

The rest of the night went on great. Much to Ghost and Brandy's doubt John didn't burn the food. Everyone enjoyed themselves which was all worth the last minute planning. As you both settled into bed John was wondering what made you decide to wear a dress. Sure maybe Brandy somehow convinced you, but it was unlikely you would stop your hosting duties just to go and change. 

"You looked comfortable tonight." John hummed as he came out of the shower seeing you in a night gown all ready to go to bed.

"Yeah I was. Cold air felt nice tonight." 

"No other reason?" He asked settling in bed next to you. 

"I kind of got uncomfortable from the activities this morning." Shyly you admitted making a smirk appear on your husbands face. 

"Was I too rough?"

"No not that, um your beard." John was now confused. What did his beard have anything to do with your comfortableness? "Beard burn." You clarified seeing his confused expression. Might as well rip off the bandage while were here.

"You have beard burn from me eating you out?"

"Yeah, Was burning at bit earlier, but got better when i was wearing just the dress."

"So you're telling me you weren't wearing anything under that little thing all night?" The smirk was back up on his face as his big hands slowly moved up and down your bare leg. 

"Just because i said it's better now doesn't mean that i want a repeat of this morning." You playfully slapped his hand away but it had no affect, his hand was back on you. 

"I'll shave." He said with all seriousness in his tone. John was going to do anything to make you happy and feel good. If the beard had to go so be it. 

"Don't you dare John Price." You scolded seeing how serious he was being. As much pain as the hair on his face caused you there was no way in hell you were parting with it just for a night of sex. 

"It's cock blocking me!" With all seriousness in his tone which you couldn't help but laugh at. 

"Well your cock blocker is what turns me on so it stays. You can go one night without sex old man."

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💫 For Your Consideration - Act 1 💫

actor!Bucky x fem!actress!Reader (no use of y/n, l/n, reader is not described in any great detail. I save that for the gowns 💃)

Warnings: Hollywood AU, language, internet nasties, flirty!Bucky, a little power imbalance, age-gap (Bucky is around 40, actress reader is closer to 30 or younger if you prefer 🤭)... more to be added later.

Bucky Barnes, the suave and talented leading man of the 'Winter Soldier' movie series, finds himself on the red carpet circuit during awards season with his latest film 'The Howling Commandos'. But the season takes an unexpected turn when he crosses paths with a mesmerizing newcomer - the actress who has become the talk of Tinseltown with her captivating performance in her most recent film. Sparks fly as they navigate silly season in Hollywood, with a spotlight on their every move will their chemistry ignite a real life romance?

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SEPTEMBER 2025

You hadn't known what to expect. 

Sure, you'd done your fair share of press nights, television awards, red carpets and ceremonies, even the occasional movie premiere where (inexplicably) minor b, c and d-listers were invited.

You'd rubbed shoulders with the winners of Love Island, or the quarter finalists of The Voice, wide eyed and looking at each other like you were equally surprised to have been invited to these things.

Toronto was at a whole other level. 

You’d miraculously been recognised in a public gym class at your hotel that morning, but other than that you’d been able to blend in like the millions of other tourists. 

The studio had ‘loaned’ you the same stylist who’d handled the small flurry of media activity when you’d first been cast in the movie. Becka had been in Toronto ahead of you and had slotted into the third pillar of moral support alongside Dani and Lulu. She’d already taken Lulu with her to track down a selection of outfits to last the week, while you and Dani had been picked up to attend an opening weekend welcome lunch. 

Faces of people you’d only ever seen on TV and the big screen breezed past you both while you stayed glued to the wall.

“You should say hello to someone,” Dani muttered into her mimosa.

“If I knew anyone…” you grimaced. You scanned the room again, hoping to see someone, anyone from your movie. “They sent me here to die,” you lamented with a frown.

“Ahh, none of that,” Dani chastised, taking your hand in her own soft palm. “Look at me, this is fine. You entertain strangers all day, every day. This is just an extension of that. Now breathe, smile, relax.” 

You did as she asked.

“God, your skin looks incredible,” you marvel, “only you could get off a ten hour flight looking like that.” 

“Come on, silly. Let’s at least have a walk around the room and look like we belong here.” She tucked her hand into the bend of your elbow, and nudged you along. “That’s Sam Wilson,” she whispered under her breath, “he’s Bucky Barnes’ agent, and that’s Joaquin Torres with him.”

You looked briefly as Wilson embraced Torres in a huge hug, both of them smiling widely. Distracted, you didn’t notice Dani slip ahead of you to avoid bumping into anyone, leaving you to walk straight into the next person to cross your path.

“Oh, shit,” you hissed, barely managing to keep hold of your glass. A warm hand with a tight grip held your elbow as the collision threatened to send you to the floor.

“You should watch where you’re walking,” a familiar voice chided. 

The gruff tone of the Winter Soldier star, Bucky Barnes, was surprisingly gentle despite the harshness of his words. He’d taken a step back out of your personal space, his eyes locked on your face as he waited for you to respond.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, aghast. “I’m really so sorry.”

You stumbled back another step, his hand leaving your elbow.

His eyes narrowed, studying you. 

He seemed more curious than annoyed at your embarrassment.

You, on the other hand, turned to retreat quickly with eyes like saucers. 

Behind you, Dani had traced her steps back to find you and on seeing Bucky, gave an unintentional squeak of surprise. She clapped one hand over her mouth, the other seeking out yours. 

Her gaze darted between you and Bucky. 

He gave her a cursory glance before his eyes slid back to you, taking in the flush on your cheeks and the tension in your shoulders. He wondered absently why he found himself unable to look away.

Dani tugged lightly on your hand.

“Please, excuse me,” you breathed, your voice far braver and stronger than you’d expected it to be.

He nodded in acknowledgement but didn’t reply, watching as Dani led you away through the throng of producers, agents and PR reps. Bucky found himself still watching the space you’d previously occupied, his usually stern expression slightly softer than normal.

“Ladies fallin’ at your feet again, old man?” Sam grinned, giving Bucky’s shoulder a gentle shake.

Bucky rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his drink.

“Shut it, Wilson,” he muttered. Sam laughed, clearly enjoying Bucky’s discomfort.

“Ah, come on, Barnes,” he teased. ”Can’t handle a couple of adoring fans? It comes with the territory, you know that.”

You’d caught the tail end of the comment before the surrounding noise had filled the air.

“Oh god,” you mumbled under your breath, glancing over your shoulder as Dani dragged you through the crowd. “I just collided with Bucky Barnes.”

Dani nodded sympathetically, her hand tightening around yours.

“Don’t worry babe, this is a big place. You probably won’t see him again.”

“You think?” You asked, your voice small and tight with the embarrassment of almost falling over in front of the hottest, most famous actor in the room.

“Sure,” she smiled, taking a glass of champagne from a passing tray and replacing your empty one with the full one. “Put it out of your head.”

You nodded.

“Right. No point worrying about it.” Your eyes darted around the room, half hoping to catch another glimpse of Bucky, half hoping to avoid any further encounters. 

It wasn’t long before you found your own group of castmates, producers and studio bodies, the memory of bumping into Bucky fading into the background. You were soon caught up in the whirlwind of conversations about upcoming projects, gossip and industry news. 

The afternoon slipped away, with Dani diligently whipping out her phone to note down the various commitments and events you were being invited to. Your schedule was becoming increasingly hectic, and the thought of everything the rest of the week had in store caused a riot of nerves in your stomach.

“You should run a side hustle as my glamorous assistant,” you teased.

“Hmm, the best organised hair stylist in the industry. Curling wand in one hand, calendar in the other.” She laughed, linking her arm through yours. 

“Thank you,” you kissed her cheek softly.

“The studio would get you an assistant, you know?”

“I think I prefer you, if you’re not too busy?”

“You’re the only one I’m here for, babe. Just make sure I have enough time to do your hair.”

You grinned at her, your heart swelling with affection.

“You’re the best. No one else is stealing you away.”

“You dragged me to Toronto,” she said as if it had been a hardship, “of course no one else is stealing me!”

Relief washed over you, having her and Lulu with you was grounding and comforting. 

You made your way towards the exit, ready for a reprieve from the hectic, whirlwind of an afternoon.

The cinema was dark, filled with a growing hum of anticipation. You’d dressed down today, in jeans and a sweater, the polar opposite of awards season glam. It was a relief to be an unknown, no one paid you any mind as you slunk down into your seat and took the popcorn box from Lulu. 

Your studio had given you tickets to the Howling Commandos premiere and panel and as the opening credits rolled, you noticed Bucky Barnes slip into the theatre and take a seat next to Yelena Belova on the front row, their heads bent as they whispered to each other. 

You tore your eyes away and concentrated on the movie.

It quickly pulled you in, the dialogue, the visuals, the acting. You could feel the tension radiating from the screen.

Two hours later, tears streaked your face, the film's emotional punches had hit just right. It had been more powerful than you anticipated and you couldn’t wait to hear from the director as the lights flicked back on.

The energy in the theatre was electric as Belova, Barnes and Torres made their way to the stage, guided by a local journalist acting as the moderator. 

You paid close attention.

You were used to a surface level of media scrutiny, the local paper outside the theatre after a show, but you had a feeling that nothing could prepare you for your own up and coming premiere.

The cast of the Howling Commandos were clearly comfortable in front of such a large audience, and played off the panel's questions with ease.

They were a joy to watch.

Insightful, witty… Belova heaped praise on her starring actors and they responded in kind. 

They left you in awe. 

You'd crept forwards, onto the edge of your seat. 

“And what are you guys looking forward to seeing over the next few days?” The moderator asked curiously. 

“The Stark documentary for me,” Joaquin Torres grinned. 

“Cabaret looks so fun.” Yelena added. 

“For me, it's Cabaret and also the new John Walker movie,” Bucky said with a smirk, the audience erupted into laughter at the mention of his box office rival and Winter Soldier co-star. 

“Musical fans, huh? Think we might see you in a musical one day?”

Bucky scoffed.

“God no, no one wants to hear me sing,” he laughed. The audience vehemently disagreed, as did Yelena. 

“She's gonna put you in one,” Torres laughed, slapping Bucky on the back.

“She can try!”

“I'm gonna write it next,” she teased. 

From far up in the auditorium, you could see the tops of Bucky’s ears pink. 

Next to you, Lulu's hand reached for yours, gripping tightly and leaving crescent moon shapes on your palm. 

“He's coming to see your movie tomorrow,” she hissed. 

“Of course he's not, he's just saying that to be polite. He probably can't even go and get a coffee without getting mobbed. How's he going to sit in a movie theatre?” You fobbed her off but her words lingered in your mind. 

The panel concluded its questions, and the auditorium burst into applause. 

The cast was shepherded out of the room, fans already gathering, eager to catch a glimpse of their favourite actors.

You slipped through the crowded space, trying to stay out of the way. Lulu was ahead of you, navigating her way out of the area, and Dani stayed right behind you. 

It was highly unlikely you’d be recognised here, but you'd already begun to notice an uptick in the number of people doing a double take when they saw you, from the girl in your gym class that morning, to the barista at the coffee shop at lunchtime.

You couldn't help but notice that the thin veil of anonymity you had enjoyed was quickly slipping away. With your own movie premiere just around the corner, you knew it was only a matter of time before your face was plastered everywhere.

“Sit still please,” Lulu breathed, her face millimeters from yours and pinched in concentration as she applied false lashes to your own.

You did as she asked and tried not to look past her at the outfit Becka was steaming. The first of three, one for morning interviews, one for the premiere and one for the party your studio was hosting that night. Next to Lulu, Dani unfurled her case of equipment.

“Hair up or down?” She asked, not you though, she was asking Becka.

Becka took a moment to examine the outfits.

“Can we do up today and have it down later tonight?”

“That’s fine, I can style it loosely so it’s easy to take down this evening.”

“It’s so exciting!” Lulu giggled. She finished the lashes and stood up straight, stretching her back.

“Scary exciting,” you corrected her. “My butterflies have got butterflies.”

She switched places with Dani who squeezed your shoulder before brushing through your hair.

“Just be yourself and have fun,” she chimed in. 

Easier said than done.

You embraced the interviews, your confidence growing with each publication. It was a relief to know you’d done all you could to support your movie and to give it the hype - and the premiere - you felt it deserved.

The girls had gone ahead of you to the theatre, leaving you to walk the red carpet alone.

Your co-stars took you under their wing. 

Despite it being your face (and ass) on the billboards, there were relatively few flashes from the photographers.

“They’ll regret sleeping on this moment, love,” your charming movie love interest, Steve Rogers told you warmly from a few steps further along the carpet. 

“Doesn’t bother me in the slightest,” you smiled, “I think I prefer them not caring who I am.”

“Spoken like a true star in the making,” he moved to your side and the photographers went into a frenzy, “they’ll be fighting for your attention soon enough.”

Steve offered you his arm and you took it gratefully, leaving the red carpet behind and heading into the theatre. 

It was a bigger auditorium than the one the previous night for the Howling Commandos movie, but yours was there on a much bigger budget and with a well known director attached.

You squeezed Steve's arm, slightly hesitant to follow him, but he pulled you along and into the room.

A cheer went up through the room at the sight of you both and you scanned the crowd for a glimpse of the girls as the lights began to fade. Just as you gave up hope of spotting them, you saw Dani’s hand fly into the air and wave. You blew her a quick kiss and sat down. 

You could hear the murmurs of anticipation in the darkness, rustles of people shifting in their seats and getting comfortable. 

This was the first time you would see the finished product - the final edit of the film you’d poured your soul into, upended your entire life for. 

You were nervous at seeing yourself on screen, but there was also a thread of excitement, making your heart race. 

This was the kind of life changing event that you, and others in your circumstances, had always talked about. 

And yes, it could all be over by this time tomorrow. 

The movie could flop, and you’d go back to being one of the nuns on the Sister Act tour, or one of the Mean Girls.

Your company would welcome you back with plenty of gin and hugs, and life would go on. 

But for this night, this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, you wanted to soak it all in.

As the film unravelled before you, you hardly recognised yourself on screen. 

The movie transported you, your memories of filming and rehearsals merging with the outcome you were now finally watching. 

An overwhelming sense of pride filled you.

When the screen went black and the credits rolled, the audience erupted into a deafening applause. 

It drowned out everything around you and you could barely hear the moderator call you to the stage for the panel.

As you lined up on the stage, the applause slowly died down. 

The host smiled warmly.

“Welcome, and congratulations! It seems like these guys are pretty happy with the movie!”

Cheers and shouts filled the room again. 

“Thank you so much!” Steve called out to the audience.

“We'll come to our leading lady first of all, huge experience for you, how's it feel?” She asked you excitedly.

You took a deep breath, trying to find the words to describe the mix of emotions coursing through you. It was hard to articulate something that was so difficult to explain, it all felt so alien to you. 

“Gosh, it's crazy!” You exclaimed happily. “I'm blown away by all the support - I can't thank you enough.”

The audience cheered in response to your heartfelt gratitude, the energy in the room sky high.

“Now, for those who don't know, you're an accomplished stage performer, how different was this to your usual?” The moderator asked.

You took a moment to consider the question. 

“It's definitely a different experience. Theater is live, it's raw and in the moment - no redos or do overs,” you explained, pausing for a breath.

“You say that, but is it true you sang each take live?” she queried. 

“Yeah, I didn't realise until a few takes in that I didn't have to belt it out every time,” you admitted sheepishly.

There was a murmurer of laughter through the audience. You laughed with them, your cheeks turning pink at the revelation.

“Oh, your poor voice! I can only guess how your throat must have felt after a few takes on those songs.” 

The questions progressed quickly through updating the original musical for a modern audience and the casting process before the host wrapped up with some more lighthearted queries. 

“Were there any other inspirations both you and the production team drew on aside from the movie and the stage show?” She asked. 

“Absolutely, for me in particular I watched a lot of Chicago, Sweet Charity, Burlesque… movies with incredible choreography and those instantly recognisable songs.”

“Well it certainly shows, the movie blends seamlessly into the modern era,” the host encouraged. 

“It does, I think it helps that it was already such a forward-thinking show to begin with. The themes really are timeless.” Steve added. 

“And finally, have you had a chance to see any of the movies being shopped around yet?”

“I'm seeing the Stark documentary tomorrow,” Steve offered.

“And I saw Howling Commandos yesterday,” you smiled. 

“How was it?”

“A masterpiece. I cried through the whole thing. The cast were incredible -”

“Bucky Barnes, right?” She interrupted and the audience in your theatre cheered loudly. You nodded in agreement. 

“He was… beautiful to watch. And so lucky to work with Yelena Belova, she's a visionary.”

The host thanked you and the rest of the cast, and the event security appeared from the wings, ready to prevent the audience from rushing down to the stage and mobbing the cast. 

From your vantage point, you could see Dani sitting about halfway back in the auditorium, waving enthusiastically. 

You caught her eye and waved back, the brightness of the auditorium lights now illuminating her features clearly. 

The man sitting directly in front of her seemed a little bewildered by your exchange, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and curiosity.

He appeared familiar, but the baseball cap he was wearing hid most of his face from your view. 

You found yourself squinting, trying to get a better look at him. 

The man's shoulders looked broad and toned, his frame solid. As you leaned slightly to the side to get a better angle, the man jerked his head up, noticing your curious gaze.

Bucky Barnes remained unphased and held your gaze for a moment without blinking, challenging you to make a scene by drawing attention to him. 

After what felt like an eternity, he winked, the corner of his mouth lifted into a sly smirk. 

You felt your cheeks heat up under the bright lights, and embarrassed, tore your eyes away from him, focusing your attention back on the studio PR rep who was outlining the plan for the short meet-and-greet sessions and the after-party event following the screening.

Your heart thundered in your chest, your mouth suddenly dry but your hands clammy.

It felt inevitable that you’d run into Bucky again - though hopefully figuratively rather than literally - the Hollywood press was in a frenzy, hyping up the impact that both movies would have on the upcoming awards season.

Anticipation coiled and twisted in your stomach at the thought of seeing him again, and the very real possibility of talking to him. You’d be lying if you said the notion didn’t exhilarate you.