#have we ever seen him without hard nips I wonder

[diningwiththeasquiths]

[holylulusworld]

Serve your soldier - Kinktober 5

Summary: The world order changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: angst, mentions of character’s death, mentions of enslavement, implied past dub-con, dystopian world, kind of master/servant relationship, power imbalance possessiveness, jealous Homelander, implied smut, cockwarming

Kink: Collars

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

The world order changed. The Supes took over the world and left nothing but burned earth and broken dreams. A world without hope was the result.

Enslaved by the powerful creatures, the only purpose of normal humans is to fulfill their masters’ every wish. Even if this means letting them kill you.

You are no exception. Born into this world you waited for one of the supes to choose you as their plaything or maid. Whatever they’ll see in you.

Your life never belonged to you. From your first breath to your very last it will only belong to your supe. Eternally.

Three years ago, two simple words changed your life forever. “That one.” Soldier Boy said, before the supe you feared the most, Homelander, even got the chance to look your way.

Soldier Boy isn’t a nice guy either, but you saw, heard, and witnessed what Homelander can do to a woman. He easily gets bored with the girls he chooses and gets rid of them the easy way.

A broken neck is the only thing you could pray for if you ended up in his clutches. But the monster with platin blonde hair likes to play with his victims and to make them suffer.

“I’ve got to attend one of their parties,” Soldier Boy draws at his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air.

You watch him leave the bed, lips parting as your eyes land on his naked ass. “If you keep on looking at me like that, kitten, I’ll break you even more.”

He flashes you a smirk, but you know better than not believing his words. You learned your lesson the hard way. Soldier Boy is not like Homelander, but he’s not your friend or lover.

This man owns you. Body. Soul. Mind. If he wants to kill you, no one will stop him. You’re only a toy to him. If he gets bored, you’ll get replaced in the blink of an eye.

“You’ll come with me tonight,” he casually says, making your heart race. You heard of the parties the supes throw. Nothing good of course. At least not if you are not one of them. “I want you to stay by my side. You are to be seen, not to be touched.”

You’re unsure how to react. He wants you to come with him, but no one is allowed to touch you. “Yes, Soldier Boy.” You smile sweetly, making your cheeks hurt. “All for you.”

“Stop with that nonsense. I don’t want you to talk like one of the others,” he snaps his fingers in front of you, taking you by surprise. You always wonder how a bulky and tall man like him can sneak up on you so easily. “Speak your mind.”

“I’m…confused…and scared,” you choke out. “I’m scared of him…” Soldier Boy nods thoughtfully as he cups your cheek with his large hand. “He’s…scary.”

“He’ll not touch you. You are mine,” he whispers in your ear. “No one but me touches you. No one else ever has. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Sold-“ you moan into his mouth when he crushes his lips onto yours. “Only yours.” He climbs on top of you, lips dominating yours.

“What do you want, kitten? Say it,” he nips at your lower lip, pulling it into his mouth with his teeth.

“I want only you,” you breathlessly reply. Only a kiss and you are already on the edge. “Please. I want you inside of me.”

“Fuck,” he curses against you as you spread your legs to let him settle between your thighs. “I can’t have you now. I’ll break your sweet cunt if I fuck you again.”

“Hmm…” you don’t care. If he takes you, it’s the only time you forget he’s not your lover. You get lost in the feel of his body on top of you and the pleasure he presses out of your body.

“We need to get you clean and I got a surprise for you,” he grins against your kiss-swollen lips. “You’ll love it.”

“Please…” You whine.

“If only we had time. My dick is rock hard for you, kitten.”

You’re unsure if you like your outfit. If you can even call it that.

Soldier Boy chose a crisscross crotchless and open cup gartered teddy with an attached pair of leashes.

“What is it, kitten?” He chuckles as you look at yourself in the mirror. “I want them to see what they can never touch.” Soldier Boy stands behind you to cup your tits with his hands. “I’ve got something nice for you. Wait.”

You take a deep breath and just try to survive this night.

“Here,” Soldier Boy puts a black lockable slave collar around your neck and locks it with a small heart padlock. “It’s silver and leather. Only the best for my pretty girl.”

You swallow thickly as you look at yourself in the mirror again. You look exactly like all the other girls out there, serving their masters.

“See, my name is carved into the heart. Only I can unlock it.”

“It’s very nice,” you mumble, unsure if you like the gesture or not.

“To keep you safe. It means no one but me can touch you,” Soldier Boy hastily explains. “Come on, give me a smile. I spent two days looking for the perfect collar.”

“Thank you.”

He huffs. “I thought you’d like it…”

“I like it,” giving him a half smile you hope he’ll not get mad at you. Maybe this is his way of showing you that he at least cares for you to a certain degree. “The heart is pretty.”

“All for my pretty girl. You deserve only the best. Maybe we should get a matching chastity belt. You can hide the key and I’ll try to get you out of it,” he pecks your neck, nibbling at your skin. "I love me a challenge."

“Finally,” Homelander spats the moment Soldier Boy guides you inside the huge ballroom. He looks at you with hungry eyes, drinking every inch of your mostly exposed body in. “And look at the gift you brought me. She even wears a heart.”

He steps closer, shamelessly presenting his naked body to you and your master. You try to ignore that you can see his erection and the fear creeping into your mind.

“Fuck off,” Soldier Boy slaps Homelander’s hand away when the supe tries to touch you. “She’s off limits. I’m only here to make sure you don’t overdo it again. Last time the cleaning took a week.”

“What do you mean? We share. All of us,” the blonde sneers. “You can’t present your whore like that and expect me to not fuck her.”

“Last warning, get lost,” you whimper when Soldier Boy wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward his favorite spot in the ballroom. A large plush sofa, reserved only for him.

“Hey, don’t walk away like that,” Homelander grunts. “I’m talking to you.”

“Fuck off and find some hole to fuck,” Soldier Boy tells you to sit on the sofa as he plops down to enjoy the show.

You glance around the room, pretending to not see all the bodies grind against each other. It’s an orgy. Several women and men are copulating on the carpet. You don’t recognize them, but you assume all of them are masters and their servants.

“Boring. All of them.” Soldier Boy says as he turns his attention toward you next to him.

“What do you want me to do?” you whisper, afraid to speak any louder. “Soldier Boy?”

He unbuckles his belt and shoves the zipper down. His erection springs free, making your mouth water as you reach out for his cock.

“Come here, take your throne,” Soldier Boy grasps for you to bring you on his lap, helping you sink onto his cock.

“I want you to keep me warm and enjoy the show. And after they are all done, we will show them what sex should look like."

Tags in reblog.

[sleepyemoxd]

I'm now sending numbers, I saw your number post and multiple of your fantasy posts, I'm obsessed.

12, 15, 17, 18, 20, 21

There, a whole lotta numbers

DFSAGRFDSGHTRS- I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU LIKE MY SELF INDULGENT NONSENSE

*awkwardly clears throat* Anyways, for the asks

12. Sun is harassing his twin with tickle teases, talking about how he was gonna feast on his sensitive lil tummy and waist, and that he couldn't wait to nip and nibble on all of his highly sensitive little scars

And then there's Moon who is covering his now bright red face while Sun is just like "Awhawwww, Moony you're blushing!!" Which only flusters the poor thing even more

15. Lunar definitely said this when Sun first spilled the beans about his big brother being ticklish as hecc, before squealing excitedly and tackling poor Moony to the ground and relentlessly spidering all up and down his tummy until Sun revealed all of his twin's tickle spots

You see, before they escaped Moon hardly ever cracked a smile, even on a good day. Buuuut needless to say, Moony's laughter is absolutely precious, filled with frequent squeaks, squeals and hiccups and an occasional snort if he's really getting got

17. Sun walked in on Moon playfully tickling Lunar and pinned them both down because how dare they have a tickle fight without him before saying "Hmmmm, I wonder which one of you two cuties is more ticklish, let's find out shall we~?" and starts tickling them both into oblivion, making sure to find every little sweet spot he could and then tormenting it till the poor things could barely stand it

<it was moon>

18. I can't help but think this one would work best in a sleepover like setting.

Okay, so Sun, Moon, Lunar, Monty, Eclipse, Roxanne, Chica, Foxy, and Uncle DJ were having a sleepover and of them suggested a try not to laugh challenge. But there's a twist, instead of funny videos or other silly nonsense the person in the hotseat has to hold in their laugh for a minute while being tickled, each time one cracks that would be one minute of tickles. At the end of the game everyone's laughs are tallied up

And whoever laughed the most had to be tickled for however long depending on how many times they laughed

Guess who got fifteen minutes worth of tummy tickles

20. You mentioned that you've read some of my posts on the fantasy au so you've probably seen the one where I talked about how Sun first found out Moony was ticklish

Sun: Moony, are you okay? Did I press too hard or something- waaaait..... are you ticklish Moonlight?

Moon: ....what's that?

asgagdhahgd a traumatized cinnamon roll finding out what tickles are for the first time and then getting lovingly tickled to pieces is one of my all time favorite t-word tropes! ❤❤️❤️

21. Moony was feeling insecure about all of his scars again so Sunny had to nom on them while telling him how beautiful he is and several other things, and telling him to repeat everything he said back to him amidst his hysterical laughter because Sun sure as heck wasn't gonna stop so the poor thing could think clearly

I hope these were alright ^^'

[brendaonao3]

Clueless is one of my all time favourite Steve/Thor fics, it's such a fun read and I love the final realisation as it dawns on Steve just how dense he's been all this time, he and Thor make such a great pair in this universe!

Thank you SO SO much!!! I adore Clueless - I had the best time writing it <3

And, because I'll probably never get around to fleshing it out & finishing it, here's the (very very) rough draft/ideas I had for the sequel that's been sitting in my Docs folder for forever - enjoy!

Steve woke up with a large, familiar hand on his dick and Thor's erection pressed against the cleft of his ass – which was pretty much his idea of heaven. He shifted his hips, rubbing against Thor's cock, precome working as a makeshift lube, as Thor started to rock against him, jerking Steve off nice and slow as a counterpoint.  

(slow, sleepy morning sex - Thor's told Steve he had a gig that's supposed to take him to Baltimore for a few days, so this is to 'tide them over' - as if that's even possible) 

When Thor rolled Steve to his back, Steve grimaced. "Really?" he griped. "In the wet spot?"

Thor grinned, wolfish and wide. "In ten seconds, you won't care."

"Beg to disagr – oh fuck!"

Thor smirked around Steve's cock, then got right back to work. Steve grabbed two handfuls of Thor's hair and hung on for dear life.

(Thor then blows Steve when he's all fucked-out and blissful)

"You know, for someone who'd never been with a guy before me, you've taken to cock-sucking like you're getting a degree in it."

Thor grinned, and nipped at Steve's hip.  "What's this degree in, I wonder? Pleasuring Steve Rogers?"

"Maybe?"

"And would you be teaching this class?"

"I could be persuaded."

"In that case, I may have to go for my Master's degree.  And then my Doctorate."

"No objections here..." Steve groaned, head thumping back on the pillow as Thor's lips closed over one of his balls.

Nope, he had no objections to Thor's academic pursuits in the slightest.

***

(Bucky dragging him out for a drink)

"To keep you from sulking," Bucky said.

"I do not sulk," Steve replied, totally sulking.

"Sorry, pining like a lovestruck boyfriend who sleeps on the sofa when Thor is gone because the bed is, how'd you put it, too fucking big without him in it, is that better?"

"Remind me why I put up with you."

"Platonic lifemate," Bucky replied.  "And the BFF code never lies."

"Pretty sure it made a mistake in our case."

"Keep it up and I'm rescinding the offer of you being my kid's godfather."

"You don't have any –" Steve abruptly dropped his mug to the table with a dull thunk.  "Oh my fucking God, Buck, you and Maria are <i>not</i>."

"Fuck yeah we are." Bucky's grin was so dazzling it could probably be seen from space.  "Just coasted through the first trimester, you're the first person we've told outside my mom and hers."

"And your mom kept it a secret from me?" Steve asked.  "I'm insulted."

"Well, we only just told her two hours ago, if that makes you feel better."

"It does. Holy shit, Buck," Steve said, and reeled Bucky in for a hard, back-thumping hug.  "Holy <i>shit</i>! I'm gonna be an uncle! You're gonna be a <i>dad</i>!"

"I know, right?! Fucking crazy." Bucky still looked dazed, but also so lit up from within that it was like he was his own power source. "I mean, who would have ever thought I'd be husband material, let alone parent material."

"You're gonna be amazing," Steve replied, dropping his hand over Bucky's to squeeze his fist.  "You kept me out of trouble for almost 30 years, so I'd say you've got a ton of practice."

"Good point," Bucky conceded. "I swear, you gave me more white hairs than all three of my sisters combined."

"Don't say that anywhere near Becca, she'd take it as a personal challenge."

They both shuddered in unison. "Good point," Bucky said, and rapped on the wooden table for extra luck. Where Becca was concerned, it was needed.

Bucky making some excuse to say he's got to stop by his mom's for something - and Thor's there, with his mom and Steve's mom and all of Bucky's family and Maria and Darcy and Sam and Nat and Clint and Rhodey and Stark and Pepper and -

"What the hell is going on?" Steve asked, looking around the backyard.  "Is it someone's birthday?" He racked his brain, trying to remember if there was a party he'd forgotten, but came up blank. "Is your mom throwing a baby shower already..."

He trailed off as Thor came out of the house, wearing a very nice, form-fitting suit.  

and Steve's very confused - and horny, bc Thor in a suit - and then Thor drops to a knee and

"What the..." Steve managed, even though he had a really good idea about what was happening and <i>wow</i>, holy shit, holy...

"Steven Grant Rogers, I would very much like to spend the rest of my life waking up with you just like we have every morning for the last two years we've been dating. Will you do me the highest honor of marrying me?"

"Really?  You really want to get married?" Steve asked, aware his voice was shaking. "To me?"

"Right now, if you'll have me. You've always said you wanted a small wedding and a big party after."

Right now? All of a sudden, the gathering made so much more sense. The fact that Thor had been paying attention to Steve's ramblings, and had asked everyone here... 

"Yes," he breathed, his heart so full it was bursting. Behind Thor, Bucky pumped his fist and mock-whispered <i>Finally</i>, but Steve could barely hear it over the roaring in his ears.

"Yes?" Thor repeated, like he couldn't quite believe it.

"Yes," Steve said, surer this time.  "A lifetime waking up next to you sounds just about perfect."

(Bucky became an ordained minister just to officiate)

(Thor and Steve slow-dance after)

"See, I told you all of those dance lessons would come in handy."

"One dance lesson," Steve corrected.  "You gave me one lesson."

"Clearly you only needed one," Thor replied, leading Steve into a turn as easy as breathing.

[buckyismybicycle]

CHAPTER 7

Pairing: WS!Bucky x Reader [AO3 LINK] Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: canon-typical violence, canon-divergent, angst, fluff, music soothes the soul y’all, soft boi Bucky Summary:  You happen to get caught in the Winter Soldier’s attack one day, but you don’t expect to ever see him again. You definitely don’t expect him to show up at your home, bleeding. You definitely, definitely don’t expect to want to go on the run with him.

A/N: Ah, finally -- the sex. 

♬ ♪ ♫ I've been thinking 'bout it all day And I hope you feel the same way, yeah 'Cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby Slow, slow hands, like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry No, no chance, that I'm leaving here without you on me I, I know, yeah, I already know that there ain't no stoppin' Your plans and those, slow hands I just wanna take my time We could do this, baby, all night, yeah 'Cause I want you bad, yeah, I want you, baby ♬ ♪ ♫

He slips his hands under your shirt and you gasp in his mouth, the anticipation of him touching you making you shiver with excitement. Screw it, you think, and you tug your top off, nothing underneath. It’s the first time he’s seen you bare and he actually lifts himself off of you to look. It makes you self-conscious, so you move to pull a blanket up but Bucky snatches it.

“Don’t.” His voice sounds absolutely wrecked and you watch in fascination as his pupils dilate. He kisses you again, nudging you to lie down before he runs his hands all over you, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You miss his lips the moment you pull away but feel him move to your neck, his beard tickling your skin. He nips at your collarbones and you can’t help the gasps and moans that he pulls from you. When he finally puts his mouth to your breasts, you almost lose it. Your body has been aching for this, for months, and it is so, so much better than you imagined. Bucky, for all of his strength, is so gentle with you, like you were something precious. Nobody has ever treated you with this much care.

You want to feel him, skin on skin, so you tug at his shirt, hoping he’ll take the hint. He pulls away and looks between where your hands have rucked up his shirt all the way to his armpits and your face, looking up at him in silent question.

“You don’t want -” he starts. “The scars. It’s… bad.”

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” you assure him. “But I will love you no matter what. Scars or no scars. Don’t you know how beautiful I think you are?”

Fuck, he thinks. Your eyes are filled with nothing but adoration and the blush across your cheeks, your hair wild and fanned out beneath the two of you. He takes a deep breath and takes it off.

You smile up at him and push upward to him, kissing him. Your fingers dance along the ridge where metal meets flesh and you kiss his scars as though you could heal them. Bucky’s lost in his own world right now, but you want more.

It takes some maneuvering, but you get your shorts off, and his pants, until you’re both just in your underwear. Your skin lights up everywhere you’re touching, you whisper praises against his skin as you explore with absolute freedom. He sits back, leaning against the wall, dizzy from the rush of his blood, your words filling up all the cracks and crevices in his memories, in his heart. You crawl over his legs to straddle him. You can hear Bucky’s nervous swallow and let your hands roam the hard, toned body beneath you. He’s lost a little weight, but not much, his muscles are prominent and twitch under your fingertips.

“Angel,” he whispers in your ear. You lean back to look at him. His eyes are like a tidal wave, crashing into you, pulling you to sea.

“Can I?” You ask him, two fingers on the inside of the band of his briefs. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t pull away, either.

“Stop me, okay? If you want me to stop, you’ll tell me?” You ask him again, looking right into his eyes, which are filled with wonder – and a bit of fear. He nods slowly and you remove the last bits of clothing between you, kicking off your underwear along the way. You barely manage to catch the gasp in your mouth as you marvel at Bucky’s perfect, thick cock. There’d been times where you could tell that Bucky was… well-endowed but you resolutely tried to look away. Now, though – now – it was out on full display for you, heavy and aching for your touch. God, what you wouldn’t give to run your tongue along the veins on the underside.

“I - I haven’t done this since the serum,” Bucky confesses, snapping you out of your thoughts. “I don’t wanna… I could hurt you, by accident.”

“You’d never,” you say with confidence as you crash your lips to his. You’re already wet from Bucky’s touch, and can feel his hardening cock against your folds so you thrust your hips lazily. Bucky groans and his head lands with a thunk against the wall. A burning starts to fill your body as you feel how hard he is underneath you and think about how much you’d have to work just to get it inside you.

“God, Bucky, please, I wanna feel you, fuck,” you pant, your lust overtaking your shyness. Bucky hisses, and grabs onto your hips as you continue to grind against him. “Shit, I should’ve - I want to feel you fill me so bad but I can’t -”

“I can’t,” Bucky interrupts, looking a little on edge. “I mean, um, they had to make sure I couldn’t pass the serum on like that. So. I can’t actually...”

It takes a moment for your sex-addled brain to process what Bucky was saying. He… can’t sire children. The serum means he can’t catch anything, and he can’t get you pregnant. Well, fuck.

“Then I really, really, need you inside me,” you beg in his ear, lips catching on his earlobe.

“Christ, doll, you’re going to be the death of me.” He hoists you up with no effort and lays you back down gently, eyes committing every detail of your body to memory. “So beautiful,” he murmurs against your chest.

He slips a finger inside you easily and you let out a pleasured groan. Thankfully, some of the memories that came back were from his days in Brooklyn. This he knew how to do.

“I’ve thought about this for so long,” you admit. “How good you would look like this, how good you’d feel.”

“That right?” he murmurs, getting cockier with each praise you give him. You nod furiously, clutching at his shoulders, and he doesn’t even flinch.

“Ever do this to yourself thinking about me?” He asks, slipping a second finger in.

“Yes!” You wail. “Yes, yes, fuck. I only - only ever got off thinking about you the - ah - whole time in Australia.” Bucky groans, curls his fingers just right, to hear all the sweet little sounds you’re making. His enhanced hearing meant that he knew exactly when you’d been touching yourself in the shower, when you thought he didn’t know what you were doing. He has to be patient when he adds a third finger in and has to hold you down to stop your hips from bucking up. He couldn’t bring himself to talk to you about – or too selfish, maybe.

“Almost there,” he teases you lightly.

“Now, Buck, please,” you beg against better judgement. “Please, I need you, I need you.” And Bucky only has so much resolve. He rubs his thumb against your clit as his fingers still work inside you while you come screaming his name over and over again. He thinks that heaven itself might not feel as good as he does right now, watching you underneath him, giving yourself entirely to him. He slips his fingers out, marvels at how slick you are, tastes you off his own fingers and you groan hungrily.

“Come here,” you motion, having a different thought, tugging at Bucky’s thighs to knee-walk over your hips to your chest. You wiggle and take a hold of his cock. Bucky’s head drops back and he stills your hand.

“I’m gonna blow my load if you so much as breathe on me right now.”

“I’m fine with that,” you say contently and take the head of his cock in your mouth. Bucky practically yelps and his hips jerk on their own accord. You take as much as you can, but there’s no way it’ll all fit, so you make a slobbery mess and pump your hand down the rest of the way to the base of his cock, the other hand braced on his muscular thigh.

He makes a strangled sound above you, and tries to pull away, but you look up at him with pleading eyes, your hand purposely pulling his hip toward you and even though your jaw is aching, you pick up the pace just enough. HIs metal hand cradles your head as you hollow your cheeks, and when he pulls your hair, you moan around his cock. It’s like an electric spark that jolts through his body, and it makes him come down your throat without warning. You take as much as you can trying to remember to breathe. Gently, you lick him clean, right through his orgasm and you’re pretty sure Bucky has honest to god tears in his eyes. He withdraws and rolls off of you, but you follow him so that you’re on your side.

“Fuck,” he swears, flinging an arm over his eyes. You can see his chest has also gone pink, like an ombre of blush from his cheeks down.

“C’mere,” he groans, manhandling you closer. Your giggle is cut off when he simply hikes your leg up in his elbow and doesn’t bother building up again, just plunges two fingers inside of you instantly, the third joining in only a few pumps.

“Nnngh.” His fingers are so thick, and the steady rhythm he built had you lit up again with desire. He teased you just right, curling here and there, watching your body writhe in pleasure. It doesn’t take long for your body to recover and get on board with Bucky’s plan for your second orgasm.

“Oh,” he says suddenly and your eyes flutter open to see him staring down at himself. Apparently, super soldiers don’t have a refractory period. You both look at each other, this new piece of information now opening a whole new can of worms.

“Inside me. Right now,” you demand, making a move to climb on top of him but he beats you to it and is on you in a second, his hands gently holding your arms down. You shiver in excitement.

“Bossy,” he laughs, and just like that, there’s no nervousness anymore, only a comfortable trust between you two. He pushes in slowly, and you hiss as you feel the pain of being stretched out. You can’t take him all at once and god that’s hotter than it has any right to be. He sets about rocking back and forth, so that you take just a little more of him each time. It’s torturously slow, and between your spit and slick, he manages to slide in bit by bit. You know that you’re babbling absolute nonsense right now but it feels so good it makes you lightheaded.

“You’re so tight for me,” Bucky moans when he’s fully seated and takes a moment to admire you spread out beneath him, for him. There’s a thin layer of sweat on your chest, and he licks it without thinking, sucking a mark on your breast as he’s done. His hips keep rock languidly, not in any rush since he wants to drink in every sound you make; they’re just as beautiful as your singing.

“Buck - you’re - perfect,” you pant. “Feels so perfect. Oh my god, Buck.”

He can’t remember anything ever feeling this good in his entire life. When he pulls back it’s almost like your body tugs him back in, and the trails of scratches you leave on his skin burn deliciously.

“You can - faster,” you gush, eyes half-lidded, your lust for him outweighing the passing pain. He runs his hands down your body, up your thigh, revels in how smooth and soft you are, the very opposite of him. He picks up the pace, ever so slightly, worried he’ll forget his strength. You’d read enough stories and books, heard of this mysterious ‘making love’ but have never experienced such a thing up until now. Hands slide down your thighs until one rests upon your mound, his thumb slowly dragging across your sensitive clit, and it doesn’t take you much longer to come undone, your body wound tight and eyes screwed shut as you sing his name.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky’s voice is hoarse as he reigns himself in, stilling completely as you come back down to earth, your breathing heavy and chest rising, capturing his attention.

“Come on, Buck,” you plead. “Keep going.”

“I - are you sure, angel?”

“Yes, I want you.”

Bucky’s entire world narrows down to you, legs limp and face looking absolutely love-drunk. He hikes your legs up higher on his arms, drags your hips closer before going deep as he can, the angle makes you cry out in pleasure, even if you feel completely wrung out. Bucky presses, impossibly further and continues his moderate pace, memorizing every detail of this moment. One day, he wants to test the strength of this bed and how flexible the two of you can be, but right now - god, right now he wants to drown in you slowly and cherish every second of it.

“Bucky, Bucky. Feel so good, you fill me - uh - up so perfectly with your - ah - thick cock.”

He groans as he drops over you and empties inside you for what feels like an eternity to him. There’s a warm, fuzzy feeling in his head as he kisses up your neck, his arms a little shaky as he holds himself up. You try to shift the blankets away from your bodies to preserve them, trying not to think about how cool and uncomfortable the logs were beneath.

“Come here,” he coaxes, not caring about anything except holding you close. You should both clean up, but, given that Bucky never relaxes, you have no choice but to go to him. His heart beats, fast and strong under your palm. You’re both a little sweaty but he still holds you to him, and you take the opportunity to curl up into him, like there was a perfect space carved out for you against him.

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[hard-to-be-the-bard]

boss bitch (Helmut Zemo x Reader) NSFW

Warnings: Smut, alcohol, AFAB Reader, orgasm denial, daddy kink, unprotected sex, choking, thigh-riding.

“Are you sure you want to be drinking all of the good stuff?” 

You glanced up at the voice, seeing Zemo leaning across the doorway, watching you with an accusatory glance towards the bottle of whiskey you were holding in one hand, having poured half a glassful already.

He moves from where he’s standing, coming closer, using the countertop to rest on this time, instead of the doorframe.

At this moment in time it’s quiet, Sam and Bucky are already asleep on the floor above, and you’re almost wondering why Zemo’s awake, but then again, he did seem to appear in rooms when you least expected him to, he was almost impressively quiet.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing towards the bottle you’re holding, and you nod, sliding it across the counter towards him.

“It’s hardly like you have to ask, it’s your stuff” You muttered. He gave a chuckle at this, which you would of missed if the room wasn’t so quiet. 

You took a sip of your drink, the burning liquid going down the back of your throat as you felt Zemo’s eyes on you. You placed it back down on the countertop and sighed.

Zemo moves again, changing from leaning on the counter to actually sitting down, on the opposite side you’re on, his eyes not leaving you once, before he speaks again.

“So what makes you feel like drinking at such an hour?” He questions.

“I could ask you the same question” You say, nodding towards his own glass, and he tilts his head in thought for a moment.

“I couldn’t sleep”  You answer before he has a chance to speak, and then you gesture towards the shelf filled with various other bottles.

“So I decided why not” You laugh to yourself. Zemo nods, and cradles his glass in his hands.

“Seems like we are both in the same predicament” He responds, lifting his glass in mock cheers, before bringing it to his lips, again, watching you as he did so. Your eyes watching the way his lips wrapped around the edge of the glass, and you turned away, clearing your throat slightly. 

When you turn back, he’s smirking almost, an amused expression on his face.

It’s almost painfully difficult to ignore the way your stomach churns when he looks at you, especially when he watches you so closely. 

Sam and Bucky would be disappointed if not upset with you if they found out that you had feelings for the man who technically broke up the avengers.

But there was something different in the way he watched you, a softer gaze to the one he gives Sam, or Bucky, he’s almost sizing them up, wondering what their next move will be, always thinking ahead.

You don’t realise Zemo has even moved until he’s sliding into the seat next to you. Your head turning sharply as his elbow brushes against yours gently.

You inhaled softly, before breathing out again. Zemo turns his head towards you

“Is something wrong?” He asks, and you shake your head, before you down the rest of your drink.

“I’m fine” You assure him, and he’s still watching you, constantly. You wished he wouldn’t, almost squirming under his gaze. 

He knows your nervous, he’d be an idiot if he couldn’t tell that much, but it was satisfying for him, watching the way you tried to pretend nothing was wrong when he was sat ever so close to you, arms brushing for a slight moment, and the way you tensed up.

You’re scolding yourself mentally, he’s practically a terrorist you tell yourself. A few glances and gentle touches won’t change that.

You feel a hand on your arm and when you turn to look at Zemo his face is close to yours. You look down at your arm, and see his hand resting on top of your wrist.

“What are you thinking liebling?” He asks.

“Nothing I-” You can’t stop looking at his mouth, and you force yourself to turn away, until the hand on your wrist moves to your chin, tilting your head back towards Zemo.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me” Zemo whispers, and you shake your head

“I’m not scared of you” He watches you for a moment, his thumb running across the underside of your lip, your eyes almost close at the contact, as you move closer towards him in your seat unconsciously.

He chuckles at that, low and soft, tilting his head to examine you further. He moves closer to you, so that his lips are level with yours, and you’re waiting for him to to move, do anything other than just watch you.

And then he kisses you. His hands moving to rest on your waist as he pulls you closer towards him, so that you’re actually on his lap, it’s an almost awkward manoeuvre from your chair to his knee, without breaking the kiss once.

All you can think about is the way his lips are moving against yours, the soft grip of his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist.

His leg moves upwards, and you almost stiffen at the sudden contact of his thigh against you, and he pulls away once again, eyes on you, waiting for you to push him away or give any sign that this isn’t what you want.

But it is, and you respond by kissing him again, your hands pressed against his chest as he kisses you back, harder this time, more desperate, pressing open mouthed kisses against you. 

Zemo moves away, his mouth now moving across your neck, as he switches between nipping and sucking on the skin. It almost draws a moan from you, yet you bite your lip before any sound can escape.

The hands on your waist shift your body forward, and he moves his leg upwards again, creating friction between the two of you, and you suck in a gasp of air.

“Shit-” You mumble into his shoulder, as he continues to move you against his thigh, and his leg almost bounced up against you, unrelenting with his pace. Continuing to grind his leg into your cunt. He watched you, pleased with the way your eyes fluttered shut, and your mouth opened and closed slightly in breathy pants for air. 

You moved to bury your head in his shoulder, but his hand stopped you.

“I want you to look at me” Zemo instructs, as his hands move from your waists, allowing you to continue your actions at your own pace, as his fingers worked quickly on removing your shirt, glancing at you for approval before he swiftly unbuttoned it, pulling it off you, and then making quick work of your bra, throwing it onto the ground below the two of you.

His hands moved to cup your breasts, a finger and thumb flicking one of your nipples to get a grasp of your reaction, to which you respond by pushing your breast further into his hand, desperate for him to keep going. His head lowered and he pressed a kiss to the top of your breast, before moving his hands again, around your waist and he quickly picked you up, and you made a noise at the sudden movement, as he placed you onto the top of the counter, pushing your legs aside to stand between them.

A hand wrapped around your throat gently as he kissed you, and you could taste the whiskey on his lips still, and his hand got tighter, as yours gripped onto the fabric of his shirt, making pleading noises into his mouth.

“God take it off” You gasped, breathless from the kiss, tugging at his shirt. Zemo raises a brow at you before complying, shrugging the fabric over his head and discarding it onto the floor along with your clothes.

His hands were quick to move down to your pants, pushing a hand under the waistband and pulling them down in a swift motion, removing your underwear at the same time, leaving you completely exposed to him.

Zemo’s fingers moved quickly, pressing up against your clit almost immediately, and circling it against it watching as you shuddered at the contact. He moved closer, so that he could kiss you while he continued to touch you, and you moaned against his mouth as he continued to circle his finger against your clit. 

His other hand moved back up to your neck at the exact time he pushed a digit into you, and your body jolted further, in an anguished attempt to make more contact with Zemo. 

“You’re so good for me” He breathed out, pressing kisses into your neck, starting to nip at the flesh again, making sure he left marks for the morning to come,  while adding another finger, and increasing his pace.

Your legs shuddered and your hand moved to grip around the one around your neck, pleas and moans leaving your mouth as you felt your orgasm building up, you felt hot and exhausted already, Zemo’s hand tightening around your throat, helping build up to the climax even more

“Fuck Zemo I-” And before you can reach the top of your climax he pulls his fingers out completely, and you whine at him almost childishly, begging for the contact to come back again.

“You don’t get to come until I’m inside you” He murmurs, pressing a kiss against your mouth as your hands reach for his fly, deprived of the skin on skin contact that you crave from him so much. 

There was a moment of silence, where you pulled off his belt, and he pushed his own trousers down to speed up the process.

He was at his limit at this point, allowing you a moment to run a hand over the tip of his cock as he let out a soft groan at the contact.

He moves closer to you to position the tip of his cock at your entrance, and you arch your back as you feel him push into you slowly. He brings a hand to pull your leg behind his back as he pushes further into you, and your wraps around his arm again, digging into the flesh, and you think to yourself that it’s definitely going to leave marks in the morning.

His hips snap forward, meeting yours and he stretches you out so well, and you can feel him filling you entirely, but god it feels so good.

And he’s fucking you hard, yet with a delicacy that you’ve never seen before, your head is lulling back slightly as a string of curses leave your mouth, you can feel him fully as he shifts back and then thrusts into you harshly again, and the hand on your thigh is squeezing hard enough to bruise you.

“Fuck daddy-” You whimper, and you don’t know where it came from, neither does Zemo, but it definitely spurs him on

“You such a good girl” He murmurs, picking up his speed, and you whimper from the pleasure coursing through your body, a hand goes to the side of the countertop and grips the edge, the glass that was near you has fallen off the side now, and shattered on the floor, but neither of you care, you’re both lost in the feeling of each other, as he continues to bury himself inside you, your toes curl at the sensation of him thrusting in all the way, and you continue to let out a stream of cries and whimpers, moaning from the way he’s fucking you.

You feel your climax building again and you know it won’t be long before you come undone. Zemo leans down to kiss you again, as a grunt of pleasure leaves his mouth, his fingers grip tighter around your thigh, and the hand on your neck loosens slightly. He thrusts harder than before and you watch his face contort as he removes the hand from your neck and begins to circle your clit, it’s too much for you and with a whimper and a cry of his name you’re climaxing over his cock, he feels your walls tighten and he with a grunt he’s reaching his peak quickly after you, spilling his seed into your cunt.

He’s breathing against your neck as you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. He doesn’t move, not yet, until you slide your leg down from around his waist..

He pulls back, sliding out of you with ease, and watches with some sort of satisfaction and his cum drips out of you slowly. Your arms fall down to your side slowly, and he glances towards your slumped figure.

“Come, let’s get you cleaned up”

[wri0thesley]

Please could I get poly Nanami and Gojo working together to overstimulation their fem s/o? Thank you nat!!! 🥵

do not look at me

teamwork - nanami x fem reader x gojo (5.4k)

it’s not surprising that satoru gojo wants to turn everything into a competition. even this. still - you’re not exactly complaining. 

(warnings: afab reader, fem pronouns. cunnilingus, fingering, overstimulation, use of toys, deep-throating, threesome, coming inside)

Every time you end up with either one of these men, you wonder how it happened. But this time . . . with both of them beside you, hungrily eyeing you, your bedroom feeling very small and warm . . . this time, you decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth. 

Gojo’s fingers brush across your cheek, turning your face so you can’t look anywhere but into his crystalline blue eyes. You know what they look like under his blindfold, of course – but every time you see them feels like a surprise, like the wind is being knocked out of your sails. He’s too handsome for his own good, and the worst part about it is that he absolutely knows that.

From the other side of you on the bed is a long-suffering, world-weary sigh.

“It’s not a fair competition if you monopolise her,” comes Nanami’s voice.

“Aww,” Gojo complains, not breaking the eye contact with you. “Come on. You’re around way more often than I am, you get more of a chance to monopolise--”

“If we had to see even more of you,” Nanami says drily, “I’m not sure we’d survive.”

“C-competition?” You breathe, even as you feel Nanami’s hand feather light on your leg. “I didn’t realise that was what happening--”

Maybe you had been too breathlessly caught off-guard by the suggestion that the two sorcerers take you home. Too distracted by how handsome they both were when they had kissed you in turn, by how you’d opened the door and tumbled into your bedroom.

You’ve only ever had them one at a time before, their schedules never quite lining up, their various duties calling them away and depositing them back in your bed at a whim. Having both of them on your bed, touching you, looking at you – that feels like a novelty, despite how long these trysts have been going on.

“Satoru’s nature makes him want to turn everything into a competition,” Nanami murmurs, leaning in – you start as you feel his lips on your calf, gently drawing a path higher and higher, feather-light and reverent.

Gojo huffs out a laugh.

“I just know I’ll win,” he tells you. His face comes very close to yours and you feel like you could drown in the starlight of his eyes, his lips curving into a smirk. “Nanamin’s acting like this because he knows it, too--”

He kisses you even as Nanami snorts against the back of your knee. Gojo’s lips press against yours hungrily, as good at kissing as he is at everything else – suckling your lower lip into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth, a taste that’s unmistakably sugary sweet flooding your senses. You’ve learnt from much experience that Gojo always tastes like sweets. The hand on your cheek strokes across your face to grip your hair, tugging it hard enough that a gasp escapes from your mouth to be caught in Gojo’s in turn. Nanami’s kisses have not stopped a moment, higher and higher, on the soft flesh of your inner thigh now--

Gojo pauses to pull back, drinking in your widened eyes and the swollen jut of your lower lip. He’s far too pleased with himself. You manage to put some of your thoughts in order, as strong fingers stroke up the thigh that isn’t being lavished with Nanami’s kisses, to say;

“W-what’s the competition?”

“Aww,” Gojo’s hands are at your shirt, pulling the fabric up over your breasts. He whistles when he sees them; it’s been so many times, and you’re still not over Satoru Gojo being impressed by the way you look. Your cheeks flame at the appreciation raw in his gaze. “It’s way more fun if you don’t know, princess.”

You’ve almost forgotten Nanami is there until you feel lips firmly press against the fabric of your underwear, hot breath obvious even through the cotton. You whimper, your back arching up to seek out more sensation and friction. Gojo sighs, tugging off the fabric of your shirt and throwing it off the bed (possibly to never be seen again).

“You’re wet,” Nanami murmurs, through a mouthful of fabric, at once sinfully close to your slit and too far away from it. Gojo raises his eyebrows.

“Of course she is,” he says, “hot guy like me here, and everything--”

Yes. Too handsome for his own good, and far, far too smug about it--

“Don’t you ever shut up?” Nanami asks, raising one eyebrow, pulling back from between your thighs. You make a soft mewl of displeasure at the movement, and he turns his stern gaze to you. “Be good, sweetheart. I had to take these off, didn’t I?” Big, calloused fingers slide under the waistband of your underwear to tug them down your legs. For a moment, the cloth clings uncomfortably to the slickness of your folds – and then, you’re bare to Nanami’s hungry eyes (and Gojo’s, though he seems far more interested in your upper half right now. You guess Nanami is having his turn at whatever this competition is first--).

“Look at you,” he murmurs, soft and low, admiring. He’s not the kind of man who throws out compliments willy-nilly, but you can still hear it in his tone, and it makes you go all over hot and needy.

“You’re gorgeous,” Gojo says, not to be outdone – and there’s a man who does throw out compliments. Nanami is right in that he really doesn’t shut up; but when the things spilling out of his mouth are about how good you are around him, how nice you feel, how pretty your face looks when you’re about to come – you’re much less bothered by Gojo’s habit of running his mouth. “I’m going to make you feel so good – you’re not going to be able to walk for a week after I’m done with you, doll--”

“We’re going to,” Nanami corrects. His hands land on your inner thigh, thumbs gently teasing the outer lips of your sex apart so that the slick folds are exposed to the cool air and the eyes of the two men in your bedroom. You shift, both uncomfortable and aroused by being so open and revealed to them – but both of them are looking at you hungrily, like two predators who are about to pounce.

You forget how dangerous they are, sometimes. You are so used to them as colleagues and friends – Gojo’s occasional childish whims, his laughter, his schemes, and Nanami’s sternness, the surprisingly caring heart beneath all of it – that you forget that their bodies are all raw power, their minds sharply trained weapons.

“Is that a promise?” You breathe, and for that you win a bright laugh from Gojo and a tilt of the lips from Nanami, a huff that would pass as laughter in a court of law.

The latter settles himself between your legs and you can’t help the rush of electricity that goes through you seeing him there, a fizzling spark that settles low in your stomach. His shirtsleeves are pushed up to reveal corded muscle in his forearm, his tired eyes still hungry as they drink in every inch of you like you’re a meal that he’s about to very much enjoy.

(Coincidentally, you’ve seen Nanami before he tucks into a meal he’s looking forward to, and it’s very much the same appreciative air – you, food, a piece of art . . . his gaze is equally appreciative).

“You’re very slow,” Gojo says, a lilt of laughter in the back of his voice. Nanami doesn’t rise to the bait as his face comes very close to your sex – you twitch under the gaze, the hot wash of his breath over your sensitive folds.

When Nanami’s tongue darts out to taste you, it sends a spiralling shock wave that you feel from your shoulders to the tips of your toes. You exhale softly – and, clearly spurred on by the soft little noise, Nanami’s tongue darts out again for a longer lick.

Gojo sighs, but when your unfocused eyes stray to him, his own gaze is locked upon where Nanami is bent with his mouth against your sex.

The tip of the latter’s tongue flickers over your clit and you mewl, heart skipping a beat. He’s being so slow – teasing you, making you incredibly aware of every wash of his breath and slight flick of his tongue. Your stomach ties itself into knots at just how good it feels – Nanami is always good at this, but having Gojo watching is clearly making him want to impress even more. This is far slower and more teasing that he usually is with you.

It’s not bad, by any stretch of the imagination – you’d argue it’s better than usual – but that doesn’t absolve the fact that you want more. You move your thighs so they’re over Nanami’s shoulder, intending to try and pull him against you – but big strong hands come to rest on them, Nanami’s grip stopping you from doing anything so rash.

He pulls back from between your legs for a moment, the glimmer of your slick on his lips, as he says;

“I told you to be good. Let me be in charge.”

There’s authority in his words that you can’t argue with – so instead, you let out a frustrated little moan. Nanami’s smirk is obvious as he presses a kiss to your clit.

He teases you for a few minutes, his tongue slowly lapping at you with nowhere near enough pressure for you to be satisfied, until you’re flushed and squirming under every brief twitch of his tongue. Only then does he pull you in a little closer and let the broad flat of his tongue slide across your sex entirely, making your toes curl and your thighs twitch and your eyes flutter closed at just how good it feels to finally have his full attention.

You’re surprised that Gojo isn’t complaining more about having nothing to do – from your experience with the man, he likes to always have himself occupied. He’s not usually prone to sitting still – at least, not without much complaint. When you do manage to look at him through the hazy veil of ‘oh, fuck, Nanami’s mouth feels amazing’, though, he’s watching Nanami with eyes of a hawk.

Right.

They’re having some kind of competition, and you know that Gojo hates to lose--

Nanami does something with his tongue, a flourish over your clit like he’s painting calligraphy, and your eyes snap shut as your hips stroke up to meet him and you come for the first time, a pleasant wash of heat and snapping pressure making your entire being feel light and floaty for a moment.

Nanami’s mouth does not stop for an instant. You know he must feel the wetness coat his chin and the twitch and flutter of your sex, but your peak does not stop him – his tongue just moves lower, pushing inside of your quivering entrance--

“Fuck,” you whimper aloud. Your toes are curling. Your hands fly up to Nanami’s hair, twisting within the strands, dishevelling him. “K-Kento, I’m-- I already--”

He pulls his tongue out of your channel only long enough to murmur;

“I know,” and then he is continuing the onslaught, the tip of his tongue imitating the action that you wish his cock were taking, thrusting in and out of your sex. Your walls try and tighten around it to suck him further in, but his tongue does not act in the same way as a cock and it’s not enough--

He alternates between the two, moving from clit to entrance to clit again, flickering his tongue and thrusting it until you’re wondering how he can even manage to keep moving it, he must be aching . . . Occasionally, he wraps his lips about your clit and sucks and you just about lose your damn mind from how it feels.

You lose track of how many times you come, weakly pulsing around him. The glide of Nanami’s face against your sex is so wet that you think it will be a miracle if you don’t have to change your sheets after this. You must be a puddle between them, every flicker of his tongue and puff of his breath against your overstimulated slit making you whine and whimper and moan.

Tears bead in the corner of your eyes as Nanami finally – finally – surfaces for air. His face is soaking wet, the aftermath of your various orgasms also staining the collar of his shirt dark with damp. You don’t know if Nanami is really done, even then – but Gojo takes the opportunity to bounce, unrestrained energy, and push Nanami away so your thighs fall from his shoulders.

“Come on,” Gojo urges. “It’s my turn--”

“Satoru,” you say, weakly. “I’m—I need a minute-- I don’t think I can--”

But his fingers are already on you. He swipes them through the mess of your sex (half with Nanami’s saliva, half with your own slick, both of them so mixed together you can’t tell what’s you and what’s not), delighting in the way your form twitches under the onslaught of sensation.

“Sure you can,” he says. “You’re so good for us--”

His fingers are cool against your heated skin. The hand that isn’t resting over your sex moves over your breast, squeezing the curve of your skin – you sigh, arching into the touch, letting him pinch your nipple between thumb and forefinger at the same time as he gently slides one of his fingers inside you.

It’s still not enough. He fits inside you without a single ounce of resistance, knuckle deep – more solid than Nanami’s tongue, reaching further and deeper, but still not filling you up as much as you want to be filled. You thrust your hips to make sure that he’s buried in as deep as he can go and he chuckles, giving the pinched nipple a good-natured tug that sends an electric surge to the pit of your stomach where another orgasm is already building.

You didn’t know you could come again. You thought that Nanami had pulled every ounce of pleasure you were capable of from your body already, but here is Gojo Satoru to prove you wrong once again--

“You want another?” He murmurs. “I thought you couldn’t . . .?”

The last words are said mocking and smug, and if you didn’t want even more of his fingers inside of you you would slap him. Instead, you simply moan and hope that he takes it as the permission that it is. Gojo knows you too well to misunderstand, and can see that you’re enjoying yourself too much to withhold (not to mention Nanami, watching him – he can’t help but want to assert his dominance even more when the junior sorcerer is around), so with the next thrust of his fingers he scissors you open with a second.

You whimper, but your body greedily welcomes them inside of you. They’re long and good, rubbing against all of the patches of your inner walls that have you seeing stars. You’re incapable of real thought right now, with Gojo’s fingers buried so deep inside of you. All you can think of is the stretch of him, the feel of him, his knuckles. With every thrust of his fingers your sex makes wet, slick noises that would be shaming if you weren’t so far gone.

You’re not ashamed of how good you feel right now. You’re not ashamed of the rocking of your hips as you help him along, fucking yourself on his fingers just as much as he’s fucking you with them. He bends his head and wraps his lips about your nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive little bud, at the same time as his thumb strokes across the swollen pearl of your clit and the string inside of you snaps.

You don’t know what number orgasm this is, but it feels like the first one all over again as you cry out Gojo’s name into the ceiling. His lips leave your nipple with an audible pop, turning to where Nanami is sitting on the bed. At some point, he lost his ruined shirt, and your eyes blearily fixate on the scars on his side and the muscles in his shoulders. God, it’s unfair that he hides his body like that--

“She never said your name,” Gojo says, smugly. You want to reprimand him, but you can’t speak – your throat feels dry and sore, your heart beating loudly in your ears. Gojo must be able to feel it, too, where he’s still deep inside you; the heartbeat feels like it’s reverberating all through you until you can’t think of anything else. Gojo lets you ride out the final pulses of your orgasm with his fingers buried inside you.

If you think that he’s going to pull his fingers out of you, though, you’re deeply mistaken. He lets your body stop weakly pulsating around him, and then his thumb is back to drawing circles around your clit. He knows better than to touch it straight off – but the feeling is still half-good and half-ache, more than you can handle so soon after coming so hard. Your hips wriggle beneath him, your breath coming in short gasps. He slides his fingers half-out, and then pushes them back in, already halfway to establishing a rhythm.

Oh, oh, oh. It’s so much. Gojo leans his head to kiss your neck, teeth scraping across the sensitive hollows of your throat, spending a moment to suck a lovebite into your skin that you know you’ll have to cover up tomorrow. Three fingers are inside you, and Gojo is just getting faster.

His thumb stops being so delicate and drags across your clit, leaving a trail of fiery hot pleasure. Tension coils in your gut all over again.

Too much, it’s too much, all of your body is on fire – you can’t, you can’t, you can’t--

You want him to stop. You don’t want him to stop? You’re trembling all over like a tautly pulled violin string, ready to snap. How is he going so fast? How are you taking it? Three fingers stuffed inside you and you’re ready to fall into pieces--

Nanami moves, pulling your head onto his knee as Gojo continues to fuck you open with every pump of his hand.

“C-can’t,” you whimper, arching up into Gojo’s fingers. You’re soaking wet everywhere – your brow is beading with sweat, your sex so slick that it’s a wonder those fingers don’t slip out of you with every hungry flex of Gojo’s hand. “I can’t come again, Satoru, please--”

You don’t want him to stop despite the protestation, hips still hopelessly pumping up in greedy search of friction. His thumb has not ceased the assault over your swollen clit, every brush of the digit sending shocks throughout your body. Your mouth is open to take great hungry, gasping breaths – it’s a wonder you managed to form any syllables. Nanami is bent over you with a hand stroking your hair, but there’s a hungry frustration in his gaze as he watches Gojo fuck you with his fingers.

You know that the other man wants another turn – but you’re honestly not sure if you can take it.

“Aww, don’t be like that!” Gojo chirps, and his hand gets faster, which you didn’t even realise was possible. Your fingers fist into the bedsheets below you throwing your head back, panting. “Of course you can come again, princess! You’re just about to, actually--”

You hate him for being right. The ball of tension in your stomach is so tight it’s almost painful, pulling at you from all angles ready to unravel once more. One little mean grind of Gojo’s thumb against your clit has you falling again, slick walls of your sex clamping about the three fingers buried inside you, a gush of wetness soaking him even further and making Gojo exclaim in delight.

Your chest heaves with effort. Gojo pulls his fingers out of you with a weak pop, followed by a little pour of your slick that he was plugging inside you. The white-haired man brings his fingers to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste you – he tilts his head back, savouring the taste.

“Sweet,” he tells you, with a grin. “I could get drunk on you.” He turns to Nanami with a challenge in his face. “Did I win?”

As competitive as Nanami can be sometimes, you also know that he’s willing to admit when he’s beaten. You’re expecting the younger sorcerer to sigh but ultimately agree with Gojo’s words – you’re not expecting, above you, Nanami’s face to become something that’s all fervent ruthlessness.

Nanami moves to your bedside drawer and opens the second one down. Your face grows heated. He knows what’s in there, because you’ve experimented with using them in the bedroom before – but still! Having him go in there of your own accord!

Despite the panting and the sweating and the fact that you feel like you’ve been pushed to your limit already, seeing Nanami holding the bulbous headed magic wand toy sends a jolt of arousal right to your poor swollen sex.

“That’s cheating,” Gojo says hotly, pouting as Nanami gently pushes him out of the way to settle between your thighs instead. “I win by default!”

“If you want,” Nanami says, measured. You gasp as he presses the smooth head against your clit without turning it on, the cool, smooth sensation making you squirm even without the vibrations that you know are coming. “Perhaps it would be more fun if we worked together.”

A flash goes over Gojo’s face, as he tips his head to one side in consideration.

Nanami moves the toy again, still turned off – sliding it along the wet slit of your sex, to where your opening is pulsing and fluttering to be filled by something more substantial than Gojo or Nanami’s fingers and tongues. You shudder at the bolts of heat that it sends all through you. You’ve come – what, four times? Five? Almost too many to count – but you still feel so achingly empty, you still feel as though you need to be properly held down and fucked. You’re at once overstimulated and nowhere near stimulated enough, and your hips jerk with every slow measured rub of the toy against your slit.

“You admitted it,” Gojo crows, but he watches Nanami’s slow teasing of your heated body nonetheless. “I’ll remember that. But . . . if you really think we should work together . . .”

“Alright,” Nanami says agreeably, far more entranced by you and unwilling to be pulled into Gojo’s games.

Gojo moves onto the bed, over your head. You watch him undo his pants with hazy, unfocused eyes – still too far gone to make sense of anything that’s happening around you except how good the cool head of the wand feels on all of your slick, hot folds and how your entire body is still fizzling with pleasure.

When he pulls out his cock, it’s clear to see that you’ve had an effect on him – the swollen head, all pink and slick, the pulsing shaft.

“Is that for me?” You ask, and Gojo laughs at just how out of it you still sound. He supposes that the best way to describe it is ‘cockdrunk, only you haven’t taken any cock yet’ – pleasure soaked, unreal, all satisfaction and greedy arousal.

“Do you want it?” He asks, teasingly. “I’d like to give you it, but I’ll wait until you use your words, pretty girl--”

You open your mouth to speak at the same time as Nanami flicks the switch on the toy, and whatever affirmation is about to spill out of your slack mouth is lost in the wail.

It’s too fast, too soon, against your poor clit that’s had enough stimulation for a year – and you can feel your orgasm hovering at the edge of your vision in moments. You try to clamp your legs shut to stop it being so overwhelming, but Nanami is too settled in between them.

Gojo uses the open-mouthed moan to slide the head of his cock into your open mouth, groaning as if in relief when your lips seal around it. Anything to distract you from the persistent buzzing of the toy between your thighs. Anything to stop you coming again, embarrassingly quickly--

Gojo’s hand strokes through your hair tenderly as he murmurs softly;

“Good, fuck, you feel amazing--”

Your body and heart do a flip at the praise. From the glint in Gojo’s eye, he’s remembered how well you respond to praise – and your sex clenches hungrily around nothing in response. You drag your eyes from Gojo to look at Nanami, still between your legs, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he studies your sex and how it’s clenching and pulsing and dripping even with the toy pressed against your clit.

You can see the thick outline of his cock pressing against his slacks – but Nanami is far more focussed on your pleasure than his own right now. He’s always been better at holding himself off than Gojo is.

“Hey,” Gojo says. “Keep your eyes on me, let him do whatever he wants . . . I deserve that, for winning, huh?”

You drag your eyes back to Gojo as you keep sucking at his cock. You whine around it – and there’s Nanami again, flicking up the intensity the barest notch. You whine around the shaft, making his cock vibrate with your hums, your tongue sloppily sliding along the salty slit. “Oh, fuck – you’re gonna come again? Ha-a, guess both of us is . . . a bit much--”

You do. You come again, your back arching – Nanami grabs your waist with one hand to keep you anchored against the bed, your thighs still unable to close as a pleasure-painful orgasm is wrung out of you. You’re not going to be able to walk for a week, Gojo was right.

Somehow, there is still enough liquid in your body to soak the bed beneath you again, though you feel like after the amount that the two have brought forth from your body you ought to be a dry husk where you lay.

“Good girl,” Nanami purrs, and you’re helpless under the onslaught of him turning the toy up one more time. You can’t come again, you can’t you can’t you can’t--

And moments after the last orgasm you do, your legs shaking wildly. Nanami has the sense to pull the toy off you this time and he’s treated to the full view of your empty hole clenching around nothing. The scream of pleasure is lost to Gojo’s cock – his hips thrusting against you, the head bumping against your throat. You wish you could concentrate on anything but the fire between your legs. You’re in pieces, feeling like you’re floating through stars, not properly anchored down anywhere--

Maybe you pass out for a moment, but your tongue is still moving against the meat of Gojo’s shaft and your heart is still beating a frantic rhythm and aftershocks are still ricocheting through you when your eyes manage to refocus and you remember where you are.

“I need to--” Nanami murmurs softly, and you hear the zipper and button of his trousers. He’s almost apologetic as his cock rests at your entrance. You make a soft noise of encouragement around Gojo’s cock and Nanami seizes upon it with relief, your entrance welcoming him inside its wet, tight embrace without a fraction of resistance.

You’re still utterly overwhelmed in the best possible way, sore from coming over and over again, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to leave the two of them high and dry. You redouble your efforts on Gojo’s cock, tongue tracing line where his cock head and shaft meet and winning a groan from him. You hollow your cheeks and suck as Nanami begins to establish an even pace, the slick glide of his cock inside of you sending pleasant shivers all through your body.

Gojo’s hips chase every suck, his breath beginning to sound unsteady in his chest. His mouth is moving and you know he must be talking to you, but all you can hear is the slick wet sound of Nanami’s cock driving in and out of you and the pound of your own heart in your ears.

Gojo’s cock twitches in your mouth as the only warning before he’s coming, thick spurts down your throat. You swallow reflexively, practically sucking him dry and making Gojo groan and whisper your name like a prayer. Part of you feels smug about the heated way his voice sounds as you suck the very final shivers of his orgasm out of him, wondering if he feels even half as drunk on it as you did after all the times he’s made you come tonight.

He pulls out of your mouth in time for Nanami to grab your face and kiss you, seemingly uncaring about the fact you must still taste like Gojo. Nanami always likes to have his mouth pressed somewhere against you when he comes, almost as if he’s embarrassed of the breathy groans he makes as you push him over the edge. His hips stutter, his even strokes turning into ragged plunges of his cock into you, and you use your energy to give his lip a nip as you feel him come inside of you with weak pulses. The way that his pelvis grinds against your clit with his final thrust is enough to push you over the edge one last time, your channel throbbing feebly against his as the final, quieter orgasm washes over you like waves lapping at a seashore.

He stays there for a moment, gasping against your lips. You suppose he did wait longer than Gojo did to finally be touched, even after touching you first, and you wonder just how much he was aching to be inside of you by the time he finally got there.

You’d be willing to let him lay there forever, if he wanted to – unfortunately, that feeling is not mutual on the part of everyone in the bedroom.

Gojo clicks his tongue.

“You can’t stay there forever.” He says. “I want to cuddle.”

Of course he does. Nanami groans as he rolls off you, his softening cock popping out of you with a wet noise. You should clean up – the bed beneath you is already soaking wet, your thighs soaking and uncomfortably sticky, Nanami’s come oozing from your hole as press your thighs together. But . . . if you do stand up, you think you will just fall over. And Nanami’s chest looks inviting, perfectly positioned for you to just shift an inch or two and rest upon it . . .

Cleaning up can wait. You stifle a yawn, the bed dipping as Gojo chases the way you move towards Nanami, as if he cannot bear for there to be space between any of you.

“Do I get to decide who won?” You ask, sleepily, resting your head on Nanami’s chest as he sighs and allows it, running his fingers through your hair. Gojo grumbles, locking his arms about your waist and pressing his cheek against your bare back despite the fact you know you must be sticky with sweat. Despite the sigh, Nanami’s hand is fond, his posture all relaxed, a quiet kind of satisfaction in every line of his body.

“You’re probably the best judge,” he says.

“I thought we already decided,” Gojo whines. “Nanamin cheated--”

“I think,” you say, ignoring what Gojo is saying (which you have long learned is one of the best ways to deal with him when he gets prideful and arrogant). “You both won. Teamwork was definitely superior.”

“Hmm,” Nanami says. “You know what? I think you’re right.”

Gojo shifts, hugging you tighter, his body pressed as close to you as is humanly possible. Your bed isn’t really comfortable for all three of you to embrace like this, but in between them you can’t bring yourself to care.

“Say whatever you want to make yourself feel better,” he says, all dignity. “I definitely won.”

[besotted-eros]

Obsessed!Eren Headcanons+

Genre: SFW Headcanons + NSFW scene under cut

Summary: Eren being helplessly in love with you, and the night where he could show you just how bad.

Content: Bit of toxic jealousy, obsessive thoughts, losing virginity, romance,established relationship,oral (female receiving), unprotected sex

AN: Take some fluff, take some angst, take some smut and don't say I don't feed you

Eren loves so deeply, so passionately, so possessively. From the moment his heart decides on you, you are twisted in him. Yours is the first name on his lips in the morning, whether he wakes up beside you, or in a barracks beside Armin. Or in a jail cell alone. He thinks of you obsessively, weaving you into everything he does.

He used to follow you, sorting his schedule by yours. You would find him by your door, by the table you liked to read at, waiting for you expectantly.

It's almost scary sometimes. He makes your breath falter with his intensity, his need for you. You know he means it that he'll go mad if he ever loses you.

He keeps a note you wrote him in the inner pocket of his jacket. It doesn't say much, a quick entreatment to sleep and eat, your name signed with love. When he salutes his fist rests over it. He pledges to more than the scouts. It remains there long after his last salute.

He steals your hair ties, often reaching up to touch his hair when your absence gets too much. When his hair is down, falling below his shoulders like a chestnut curtain, he keeps it around his wrist. When he loses himself in the fog of memories that don't belong to him, he snaps it. It reminds him of the way you'd tap the back of his hand, pulling him back into the world of the living. You are his anchor.

He refuses to keep his hands off you in public, even if it gets him in trouble. No amount of scolding from Levi will make him stop touching your waist as you pass by during training, or pulling you in for a kiss before zipping away. Your friends become use to it, the way Eren will pull you against him when you sit together, or move you into his lap. His hands will rest on your hips, rub your shoulders. But he loves holding your hand above all. It's the way the world knows you are tied. Bound.

There are only a few people allowed to touch you. Mikasa, Armin. Sasha on good days. One time Jean attempted to throw a casual arm around you as you spoke, and was quickly thrown to the ground. Yes, Eren and Jean fought. But this time was different. Eren spat in his face, baring his teeth as he delivering a bone crunching punch. "Don't. Fucking. Touch her." He growled, sounding more animal than man. He never apologised for that. You were careful to keep your space from other men too.

When you're apart he is hollow. Listless. He imagines what you're doing, if you're safe. If you're missing him. He pictures you in trouble without him, and it stirs him into action, to find you faster. To wrap you in his arms, the only place you'll ever truly be safe.

When you reunite, it brings him to tears. They quiver in the corners of his verdant eyes as he tenderly cradles you, large hands stroking through your hair. He buries his face in you so you won't see them. And he says your name. Over and over. Like a chant. Like a prayer. Like a thank you.

There is one time that those tears fall. It is when he takes you, when he gives himself to you.

The evening had been perfect, ignoring the upcoming trip to Marley that weighed heavily on all minds. You didn't want to think about that, instead focusing on the spiced wine that Levi had quietly pushed into your hands while Hange grinned from behind him. And the way Eren traced circles on your knee, his normal stoic face softened into a half smile.

You snuck away from your friends, leaving Connie and Sasha bellowing a war song while Mikasa tried to force Sasha's shirt back on. You had tapped his wrist, and soon you were out of the mess hall, holding onto each other as you stumbled into the moonlight. You kissed, soft and repeated, your lips unbearably supple under his. Eren wondered if the butterflies would ever fade as your head leaned against his shoulder. He never wanted them to. He wanted to love you like he was free falling from a wall, with his heart in his throat and life bursting from every pore.

Soon you found yourself at the door to the room you shared with Mikasa and Sasha. This is where you would usually part, with him kissing your forehead goodnight. He would quell his thoughts of you in the shower later, your name hot on his tongue as the cool water cascaded over his firm body.

But this time you pulled him in.

When he laid you on the bed, your soft hair splayed across the over the pillow like a sunburst, his heart stopped. He had seen this before. He had dreamt it. There was no god to Eren, no angels. But in that moment he knew he had found someone to worship.

But nothing could have prepared him for how it felt. Lips meeting like crashing waves, the soft gasps that left your throat as his hands found parts of you no one else would ever touch. He wanted to run his fingers across every inch, to discover you like a new world. Here, the dip of your hips. There they smooth into your legs, here into your ass where the flesh was soft and pliable under his fingers. His thumb brushed across your lips, and when you took into your mouth, tongue tracing the pad of it, he groaned.

He could have ruined you right then and there. But he held back.

Eren memorized you, the feel of your chest against his and the way you kissed his collarbone until it was a field of blooming bruises. Tomorrow he would wear his shirt unbuttoned, wearing your love like a medal. He returned the favour in tenfold, leaving blossoms of soft purple across your neck. They were rewards for every time you touched him. How good it felt. Eren had never felt this good. Soon your chest was littered with them, his mouth hot and desperate on your breasts. Here he seemed to say. I have touched you here, and here. I loved you there, and there.

You spoke his name into the night like a prayer. The want in it, the need of him. It twisted his stomach into a rosary as he held your face and kissed you like a blessing. He liked how your mouth formed him, called him forth into the world. He wanted more of that.

So he kissed his way down, teeth sneaking out every once in a while to nip at your supple skin. You found where you wanted him most, where you throbbed with want. You were so delicate under his fingers as he dipped them into you, walls fluttering as your toes curled. Your hands found his hair, encouraging him further as his tongue slid against your clit, making you buck.

He could do this to you. He could make you putty under his fingers. This strong, demanding woman who slayed those who threatened her, reduced to whimpering his name.

His. Eren was making you his. He was defiling you in the softest of ways, pressing your legs open, your slick slit parting for him. He dragged his tongue up, down, up again to circle your throbbing clit. When you looked down at him, his eyes were glazed green glass, your wetness making his lips shine. He pulled his fingers out, holding the soaked fingers towards you. Obediently you took them into your mouth, and he gasped against your warmth, sucking at your clit in response and making you throw your head back. Your throat exposed, vulnerable and ridden with angry bruises.

He couldn't handle it. His shaft was hard against the bed as he pressed into it, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. And then you pulled up, tugging his long hair. You licked yourself off his lips, tasting how you coated his tongue. Your legs were still spread, exposed for him. Eren angled himself, his dripping head aligned with your wet entrance, while he kissed his love into you.

"Please," you asked, it was all Eren needed.

And then you were connected. His fingers found yours, and you held tightly to his hand as hips rocked against yours. Your eyes were closed, pinched tightly at the sensation of pleasure and pain radiating from the warmth between your legs. He was big. He was so big.

Eren whispered your name.

"Look at me. Look at me while we do this." He murmured, his nose tracing your cheek as he peppered soft kisses on your jaw.

You did, meeting his green gaze. His mouth opened, a kick of pleasure making his toes curl as he adored you. The way you stared up at him, a look he would never see you give another. Your hand moved to cup his cheek, breasts bouncing as his body picked up speed. He was desperate. He was aching. He had pictured you like this for so long, but his dreams held no candle to the way your walls gripped him.

"Never. Never let another man touch you." He panted, his heart soaring as you nodded, nails digging into his shoulder as you held on to him, feeling him rail into you. "Be mine. Be forever mine. Please y/n..." His voice broke as he picked you up from the bed, needing to feel even closer. Even tighter. Your legs wrapped around him in response as your moans hit a fervored pitch. He gripped your thighs, using them to bounce you up and down his veiny shaft, using you to milk him. Eren sat back, letting the moonlight bathe your back as your hair stuck to your skin, mingling with his.

"I love you." He said. It cut through your incoherent moans, your whimpers of satisfaction. You pulled back to rest your forehead against his, letting yourself stare at him. To be seen by him. He could have done anything to look at you forever, to live his world only through your eyes.

"I love you too, 'ren." You whispered, and it pushed him over the edge. He slammed you back into the bed, load whines ripping from his throat as his hips snapped against yours over and over. You. You. You. You invaded his every sense, his every particle. You were Eren's everything.

When he came, it was like a dam breaking. Flooding you, making you cream around him. You overflowed with him, and he was at once addicted to the sensation. You cried out with him, your moans mingling as his hot mouth overtook yours. His cheeks were wet. He shook as you kissed, collapsing against you. His body was hot and muscular, the scratches you left on his back steaming slightly.

You lay there for peaceful moments, pressing your face into the top of his head while he listened to your heartbeat. He would do anything to ensure that it would never stop. He was going to do anything to ensure it never stopped.

Even if that meant he wouldn't always be there to hear it.

[cosmiclunarprincess-fanfic]

Whatever You Want

A/N:  My first Hawks fic omg I’m so excited. The smut could've been longer but I was tired writing this. I know most of the time Hawks is depicted as being super aggressive and dominant during his rut but I wanted to try a different approach. I hope you guys enjoy this subby Hawks meal because I know I sure did. Love you all !!!!!

Fandom: Hawks, MHA

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Warnings: I’m not the best when it comes to following writing rules. I pretty much write how I want to, so if you’re a stickler for grammar and what not just ignore it or don’t read loll (I’m nice I promise.) SMUT SMUT SMUT

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Plot: Spring has hit and Hawks is entering his rut. He is desperate for any type of release.

        Spring is here. The weather is great and everyone is in a wonderful mood. Well, almost everyone. My phone continuously vibrates in my lap, my screen lighting up with text after text and call after missed call from my boyfriend. I feel bad not answering him but I have things to do and unfortunately he’s going to have to wait for a while. I sat at my desk trying my best to complete all the work I had left before I left for the day. Heat began to emanate from my phone from the sheer number of notifications coming through. All from one person. Keigo goes through this rut every spring. He told me about it when we first began dating and even though we've been together for two years this is the first time I'm going through it with him. Last year I was in another country on a very important mission. I had to stay on the phone with him for hours while he jerked himself off, saying lewd and obscene things.

        He made me promise not to go on any missions that would take me away from him this year. I replied to the last of my emails for the day before closing my computer. As I made my way out the door of my busy office I said my goodbyes to all my co-workers. When I finally got to my car I sighed trying to release all the stress I had built up. The engine of my car revved to life, I backed out of my parking space and drove out onto the road. I used a voice command to call Keigo back as I drove. I just know he’s gonna be pissed.

“Babybird, where have you been all day? I've been calling you nonstop. Why didn't you pick up the phone?” His voice shook as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry babe but I had to finish my work and I didnt want to get distracted. I’m on my way home to you now, don't worry.”

        I could hear him shifting in the bed. Probably trying to get comfortable while he waited for me.

“Hurry. Please. I want you so bad. I don’t even know what to do with myself. All        I can think about is how badly I want to touch you and hear all the noises you make when I’m inside you. Get home now.”

        He hung up before I could even respond. I knew what that meant. I sped home as fast as I could. Once I made it up to our apartment I opened the door to see the place in shambles. Things were all over the place, all the pillows in the living room were gone and ice littered the floor. Slowly I pushed the door open to our room and my vision was instantly blocked by keigo as he rushed me. His hands were all over my body grabbing and squeezing, as if they were searching for any inch of me that wasn't covered by clothing. His mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was desperate and passionate. He nipped at my bottom lip. A small yelp escaped me. His wings fluttered in response.

“Keigo wait - just - I need to - let me just take a shower. I’ll be quick, just give me two minutes.”

“You can shower later. I need you.”

        I squirmed and turned, trying to escape his grasp but no matter what I tried I couldn't get away from him. I’d been at work all day running up and down doing all kinds of things. I felt sweaty and icky and all I wanted to do was wash this long day away before I did anything with him. His lips traveled to my neck. He inhaled deeply taking in my scent.

“Babybird you smell so good just the way you are. You don't need to shower.”

        My resolve to shower started wearing thin as the heat within my core grew. He placed wet open mouth kisses all over my neck. I moaned, pressing my body into his.

“Please baby, I need you. I’m desperate for you right now. My cock is so hard I can feel it pulsating and so much pre cum is leaking out of me, I can't take it.  Please!”

        Hearing him beg was like music to my ears. I love it when he lets go and gives me control. It doesn't happen often but when it does I turn into a different person,

“Okay baby I’ll help you. Take these pants off.”

        As he removed his pants I unbuttoned my dress shirt and allowed it to slide off of me to the floor. My bra followed soon after. Keigo was on me in an instant, his mouth attached to one of my sensitive nipples while his free hand massaged the other. I cradled his head in my hands gently stroking the nape of his neck. He groaned into my chest.

“That feels so good baby.” I said breathlessly as he moved his attention to my other breast.

        My head fell back as I reveled in the feeling of his lips and tongue. His strong hands were wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. His face was completely engulfed in my chest now.

“Do you like when I hold you like this while your mouth is full with my breast? Hmmm? You like turning me on like that? You wanna be my good boy so badly don’t you?”

        He let out a whine like groan. I felt his body shiver. I could see how frustrated he was but I was enjoying myself too much to give in just yet.

“What’s the matter baby? Are you that worked up you can’t even talk anymore? All you can do is moan and groan? All you want is a little release huh? You want to fuck me until I can’t take anymore, until I’m full with all your cum. Is that it?”

        I gently slid my fingers down one of his wings just to tease him even more.

“Please! Don’t tease me like that (Y/N)  I’m barely holding on here. You’re so fucking hot I just wanna take you right here right now but I also wanna be a such  good boy for you it hurts.”

“Okay baby I think I’ve had my fun. Let me make you feel better.”

        I knelt down in front of Hawks, his swollen erection twitched with anticipation. His eyes darkened with lust as he looked down on me. He probably thought I was going to give him a blow job but I had something else in mind. I took him in my hand, he inhaled sharply at the contact. I allowed the pre cum leaking from his cock to fall onto my chest as I pumped him slowly allowing it to coat my breasts. The sheer amount that came from him shocked me. I’d never seen anything like it. His hips bucked into my hand desperate for more friction. My slow pace made him growl with frustration. I loved teasing him, he always got needy so quickly but I knew it was time to finally give him what he wanted.

        Ever so slowly I guided him in between my breasts and squeezed them together. I opened my mouth to speak but before I could even get the words out he was pumping his cock up and down against my chest. His pace was fast and without thought. His hands gripped my hair pulling it as he used my body for his pleasure.

“It feels s-so good.” He groaned through clenched teeth, throwing his head back

“Look at me. Yes. Is this what you've been craving? Huh? What you've been begging for all day? I know this is what you've been dreaming about. Having your cock between my beautiful soft breasts?”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuk.” He moaned.

        I couldn't help but smile. I had him wrapped around my finger in this moment. I could ask anything of him right now and he’d say yes without hesitation. I loved having this control. It really made me feel so powerful to know that I could make such a dominant man like Hawks bend to my will using only my breasts. I could feel his  body begin to shiver. His grip on my hair grew even tighter. The veins in his cock bulged and pulsated and I knew he was close.

“If you wanna cum you know what you have to say don't you baby?”

        He hesitated, not wanting to give up that last little piece of control.

“Come on, I know you’re so close. It's right there isnt it. All you have to do is say one thing for me.” I pushed my breasts together even more around him.

“Ahhhhhhhh! Can I cum please?!”

“Please what?”

“Mommy!”

        That’s all it took. His thrusts were hard and rough as he came all over my face and chest. His whole body convulsed and shook. I could hear the ruffeling of his feathers. Once his movements stopped I used my hand to pump him. He groaned as a jolt went through his body. I was shocked. He was so sensitive yet he was still so hard. I looked up at him in disbelief. A chill ran through my body when we made eye contact. The look on his face was unlike any I'd seen before.

“You’ve had your fun with me babybird now it’s my turn.”

[eiressofinspirationwrites]

On the Other Side

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Gender Neutral Reader

Note: minor description using a feminine-ish hairstyle.

Word Count: 2165

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood and harm to the reader. Some light suggestive interactions.

Matt Murdock was not used to being on the other side of the fence when it came to being the one dating a vigilante. Usually, it was his loved ones waiting anxiously for him to come home late at night. Wondering if he would come home in one piece, broken and bleeding profusely, or if someone had finally put Daredevil’s reign to an end. That was not the case tonight. Tonight he was the one left wondering if his loved one would come home safe. Left wondering if you would come home safe and it was driving him crazy.

You and Matt had been seeing each other romantically for quite some time now and had been vigilante partners even longer. Daredevil and Halo had been striking fear into the hearts of the criminals in Hell’s Kitchen for years at this point. The two of you had been through hell together. Seen each other at the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Been each other's nurse what seemed like hundreds of times. The difference tonight was that until now you had always done those things together, side by side.

The night before on patrol, Daredevil had taken a particularly rough beating before being thrown out a third-story window. This series of events resulted in numerous broken ribs, several severe cuts and bruises, and a broken arm. So, for the next several weeks Daredevil was sidelined while Matt Murdock was healing. This left you going out on patrol as Halo alone, much to Matt’s displeasure.

“Matty, come on,” you frowned at your pouting partner as you were pulling on your black supersuit, the dim light glinting ever so slightly off the silver belts around your waist, “It’s hard enough going out on patrol alone without you sitting here acting like a lost puppy.”

“You could just stay home,” Matt suggested as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you toward him.

“God, you’re the devil,” you groaned as he pressed you against himself tighter, the cast on his right arm weighed heavily on your hip.

“That’s what they tell me,” he smirked as he lowered his hands to squeeze your ass.

“Hey! Watch those hands, Mister Murdock,” you protested halfheartedly, eliciting a chuckle from him, “You know I can’t just sit at home doing nothing any more than you can when you don’t have a broken arm.”

“We don’t have to just sit around doing nothing. I’m sure I could find something to keep us occupied,” Matt all but purred into your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“As tempting as that is,” you hummed as he peppered kisses down your neck, your body betrayed you by melting into his touch, “Those guys from last night are still out there and we have no leads. I need to keep on them while the trail is warm.”

“One night might not make a difference,” Matt said before continuing his attempts at breaking down your self-control, nipping at all the places he knows drive you wild.

“Might is not a good enough excuse for me, Matty,” you said, finally summoning the strength to pull away, eliciting a groan from your partner, “Would you please finish zipping me up?”

“Fine,” Matt sighed as you turned to give him access to your back.

He took his time feeling for the zipper to your suit. He’d done this hundreds of times so it wasn’t really necessary to drag his fingers along your skin as slowly as he did. He just took the opportunity to try and persuade you to stay home. He’d hope the goosebumps he sensed prickling your skin meant it was working but his hopes were quickly dashed.

“Thank you,” you said when you turned around to press a kiss to his cheek, “Now I really have to get going.”

Matt remained standing in the middle of the living room as you headed towards the fire escape, grabbing your hooded jacket off the arm of the couch as you passed by.

“Wait,” Matt said without turning.

“Matty, I’m not changing my mind,” you said firmly.

“I know,” Matt said, finally turning, “but you almost forgot your gloves.”

He swiftly grabbed them off the coffee table before closing the distance to hand them to you.

“I love you, Matthew Murdock,” you smiled, giving him one last kiss before pulling on your gloves and slipping out the window onto the fire escape. You paused briefly on the landing, looking back at your partner, wishing that he could go with you.

Matt could sense your unease as you stood on the landing of the fire escape. As much as he hated to admit it, the city did need you out on the streets tonight. He offered a small smile and a wave which seemed to settle your nerves a bit.

“I promise I’ll come home,” he heard you whisper before listening to the sounds of you securing your mask over the lower half of your face and lifting your hood to settle over the rest of your head. Once your identity was obscured, you ascended to the rooftops and into the night.

That entire exchange happened hours ago just after nightfall. Matt spent the rest of the night alternating between pacing the apartment and sitting as close to the windows as he could, listening for any sound that would tell him you were okay. Early in the night when you were close by it was easy. Unfortunately for the man waiting alone in the apartment you shared, the moment when he couldn’t separate you from the rest of the city came too soon. Something had sent you racing through the streets further and further away and out of his earshot.

“Angel? Is that you?” Matt called through the apartment. He waited a few moments before he swung his legs out of bed and padded into the living room your name falling from his lips.

A feeling of helplessness and unease settled into Matt, once he couldn't sense you. After a few hours, he resolved to get comfortable on the bed the two of you shared. That way he could at least be surrounded by your comforting scent. He tried to wait up for you but eventually, he dozed off.

He had no way of knowing exactly how long he’d been asleep but when a crash and the thick scent of blood brought him out of bed the sounds of the city outside his apartment told him the sun was likely just starting to rise.

When he didn’t get a response, he focused on trying to find any sign of your presence other than the metallic tang of blood that hung in the air. It was then that he heard your heartbeat by the window you’d used to access the fire escape earlier in the night. It took him only a second more to register that your heartbeat was erratic and you were bleeding heavily from several wounds on your torso.

“Shit!” Matt cursed before he sprinted towards you.

“You’re safe now, sweetheart,” Matt cooed as he worked, more to steady himself than anything else, “I’ve got you. Just hang on. You’re going to be alright. You’re going to be alright. I promise. Just… just keep breathing for me, baby.”

It only took him seconds to cross the room and slide to your side on his knees. Immediately upon reaching you, he began assessing what state you were in. He pushed away the fabric of your hood before rolling you to your back. As he felt for head injuries to the back of your skull, he noticed the crown of hair you'd braided earlier to keep it out of your face had become dishelved. When removing the mask from your face he noticed the gash on your cheek.

He could feel that the mask that had been whole when you left had been sliced open on one side, matching the cut on your cheek. Once your breathing was unobstructed, he got to work stripping away the heavy fabric of your suit. He needed you free of it so he could access and assess your injuries.

Matt continued to whisper soft reassurances as he worked. The entire time he was internally cursing all of the clasps and zippers that held you in your suit. After what felt like an eternity, you were finally free.

“What did they do to you?” Matt lamented as he started to gently feel your injuries.

By listening, Matt found four broken ribs. Then by touch, Matt cataloged three lacerations on your chest, in addition to the one on your cheek, and a stab wound on your stomach. The cuts were fairly shallow but likely very painful in the moment. It was the stab wound that caused him the most concern. He could hear how much blood was leaking from the wound. The knife that had stabbed you didn’t hit anything vital but the bleeding was enough to worry your partner greatly.

“I’ll be right back, sweetheart,” Matt promised aloud despite the fact that you were still unconscious. He disappeared into the bathroom to grab rags and the trauma kit Claire had insisted he keep in the house for moments exactly like this.

The second he was back by your side, he got to work cleaning away what blood he could and disinfecting. He decided to ignore the shallow cuts and broken ribs for now and focus solely on the stab wound. After what felt like yet another eternity, Matt had the bleeding under control and the wound stitched up.

He paused for a few seconds to take a few calming breaths before he got to work cleaning and patching the rest of your cuts. He cursed the cast on his arm more than once as it made his job harder and slower. Once the work was done he gently collected you into his arms and carried you towards the bedroom. He placed you gently on the silk sheets before he retreated to the bathroom to clean himself up. A few minutes later he returned to the bedroom and started digging through the wardrobe. He felt around for a fresh pair of soft underwear and one of his shirts that you loved to wear.

As he was dressing you, he heard a change in your heartbeat just before you whimpered, “Matty?”

“Yeah, angel, it’s me,” He smiled, relieved to finally hear your voice, “You’re home. You’re safe. I’m taking care of you.”

“I’m so sorry,” Tears pricked your eyes, “I should have listened to you and stayed home. I-I almost broke my promise.”

“Hey, none of that,” Matt said gently but firmly, “You came home. That’s all that matters. Okay?”

“But-,” your partner silenced you with a kiss.

“I said none of that, angel,” Matt told you when he pulled away, “I don’t care about all the what-ifs and almosts. What matters is that you’re here, right now. Got it?”

“Got it,” you whispered.

“Good,” Matt nodded, “Now, I’m going to go grab you a glass of water and some painkillers. Then we are going to spend the rest of the day in bed so that you can rest.”

“But you’ve got work,” you argued weakly.

“Benefit of being my own boss is that I set my own hours,” Matt shrugged, “Now, I don’t want to hear any more arguments.”

“You’re impossible,” a small smile graced your lips, wondering internally how you’d gotten lucky enough to have him.

“That’s why you love me, remember?” he laughed.

“I do,” your smile widened further.

“Good,” he grinned, “I’ll be right back.”

You closed your eyes while Matt was in the kitchen, listening to the sounds of him grabbing a glass from the shelf and filling it at the tap. Then the soft rattle of the pill bottle as he removed a dose followed by the click of the cap being secured. Moments later you heard Matt's soft footsteps enter the bedroom and you opened your eyes when you felt him settle back on the mattress.

“Open,” Matt directed as he held the pills by your mouth.

“Matt, I’m injured, not paralyzed,” you rolled your eyes.

“Just let me pamper you, angel,” Matt asked, “You don’t need to lift a finger for just a little bit.”

“Fine,” you allowed him to place the pill on your tongue and raise the glass of water to your lips for you to drink.

You were much more thirsty than you’d expected. Once you finished half the glass, you pulled away and Matt set the glass on the nightstand.

“Alright,” Matt turned back to you, “Let’s put all these pillows you insist on keeping on our bed to work and get you comfortable.”

Once you were propped up to keep the pressure off your injuries, Matt slid into the space he’d left for himself and pulled the covers up around the two of you. Without a word needing to be said, he snuggled ever so gently into your good side and draped an arm over your hip.

“Is this okay?” he asked to make sure he wasn’t putting any unnecessary pressure on your injuries.

“It’s perfect,” you sighed, breathing in his comforting scent, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” Matt smiled.

It didn’t take long for you to drift off. Once Matt heard your heartbeat and breathing even out, he allowed himself to relax and drift off as well. Sleep came easily to him now that you were home safe in his arms.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed my first go at writing for Matt Murdock! I've recently fallen into a bit of a rabbit hole watching Daredevil and the Defenders. There will probably be more Matt Murdock on the way so stay tuned!

[babyboibucky]

Project V: Pierced

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky convinces you to get matching nipple piercings.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mention of oral, piercing pain lmfao, these two being dumbasses as usual

A/N: Maaaaaaaan, seeing Seb with them piercings really hyped me up to write shit lmfao

Project V Masterlist ||  MAIN MASTERLIST

“Let’s get matching something.”

Bucky proposed as he lounged on your bed, his notes against his chest. You just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your chest with water droplets dripping from your neck down to your cleavage. You saw how Bucky’s eyes followed the droplets until it disappeared into your towel.

“Matching what?” You asked and started applying lotion all over your body.

Bucky’s ears turned red as he watched your hands slide up from your calf up to your thighs, the hem of your towel riding up a bit to expose your skin beneath. You snapped your fingers right in his face and made a face, “My eyes are up here, why the fuck are you so horny all the time?” you complained.

“You’re in a fucking towel and I can literally see your pussy from here. Of course I’m gonna feel horny!” he defended. “Anyway, matching something. What do you think?” Bucky asked again, turning to his side as he watched you continue with your post-shower routine.

You shrugged, “How about bracelets? Rings?” you suggested as you slipped on your underwear.

“Too basic.” Bucky said.

“Matching tats?” you asked and then gasped when an idea struck you. “Get a tattoo of my pussy and I’ll have your dick inked on my butt cheek.”

Bucky deadpanned at you, “Are you for real?” he asked. “Also, I don’t want matching tattoos. It’s too common. And Steve and Sam got matching tattoos. We gotta stand out ‘cause we’re not just regular best friends.” he explained, finally sitting up on your bed.

You were now clad in a loose shirt and skipped on the shorts. Turning around to face Bucky, you placed your hands on your hips. “You’re just jealous that Steve decided to get matching tats with Sam and not you.” you teased and sat down next Bucky on your bed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” he dismissed and thought about what else the both of you can get.

You were combing your hair when Bucky found himself staring at your tits, noticing your pebbled nipples straining through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And then had a eureka moment.

“Let’s get our nips pierced!”

-

“Can I still back out?” you asked, tugging Bucky’s hand as the both of you entered the tattoo parlor.

You refused to get your nipples pierced, you clearly remembered shooting that idea down as soon as Bucky suggested it. But Bucky, Bucky, Bucky...he had a way with his words and his tongue that made you cry out yes to his suggestion.

Fucking Bucky and his talent at cunnilingus. If that man tried to convince you to help him hide a dead body by eating you out, you would’ve started digging a grave as soon as he was done with you.

He was that good at it.

“Pussy.” Bucky teased.

“Using ‘pussy’ as an insult doesn’t make any sense because this pussy can take a pounding. You should know that better than anyone.” you spat back with a scowl.

Bucky frowned at you, “Okay, fine. I take that back. But no one’s backing out. C’mon, we’d be the coolest BFFs in town with these piercings.” he insisted.

You were about to retort back but was immediately cut off when a guy called both your names, confirming the appointment that was made a week ago. Bucky took your hand and pulled you with him further into the parlor, leaving you with no choice but to give in.

“Alright, so nipple piercings huh?” the guy asked. “Are we gonna do both...or?”

You raised your hand, “What’s the aftercare like?” you went straight to the point.

“Oh well, just don’t touch it for as long as you can. It takes about 6 months to a full year for it to completely heal. Wear a cotton bra or skip on it if possible. Try not to tug at the piercings so when doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples.” he explained so casually.

You turned to Bucky, “When doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples. You sure about this, Buck?” you asked, knowing how much Bucky loved playing with your tits during sex.

Bucky swallowed, “For how long should we avoid the nipple play?” he asked shamelessly.

“Couple of months to a full year.”

“Fuck!” Bucky hissed, ignoring how the piercer burst out laughing at his disappointment.

“So what? We still gonna do this or?” you asked.

Bucky pondered for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh, “I really want us to be the coolest BFFs out there.”

-

The both of you decided to show off the piercings back at the dorm, wanting it to be a moment of surprise. The Uber ride was quiet for some reason, tension thick in the air.

“You screamed like a bitch back there.” you said, finally breaking the silence.

Bucky looked offended when he snapped his head towards you, “My pain tolerance is low, okay?” he excused. “And it really did hurt. At least I didn’t whimper like a whore.” he said.

It was true though, you did whimper like a whore getting fucked by three dicks all at once. You always thought you tolerated pain pretty well, getting a Brazilian was a regular thing for you and it never made you flinch. Nipple piercings though? Jesus fucking christ, you couldn’t even explain how much it fucking hurt.

You laughed sarcastically at Bucky’s rebuttal, “Better than screaming as if you were being pegged with no prep.”

As soon as you arrived at Bucky’s dorm, he scrambled to lock the door in hopes of Steve not coming home any time soon. He’d already seen you wearing Bucky’s boxers, he doesn’t need to see the both of you showing off your newly pierced nipples at each other.

“Okay. You ready?” Bucky asked as he stood in front of you.

“On three.” you said before starting off the countdown.

As soon as the countdown was over, Bucky reached for his shirt from behind, removing it at the same time you removed yours, followed by the thin bralette you wore underneath.

“Oh my god, we actually did it.” you snorted, looking closely at the ball closure ring that Bucky went for.

“Shit, I didn’t know you got straight barbells on yours.” Bucky asked, his eyes glued on your slightly red nipples. “Fuck, your tits look so good with piercings.” he grunted breathlessly.

You licked your lips and groaned at the confession you were about to make, “Look, I’m gonna be honest. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Bucky groaned, “Me too. Jesus, I thought I was gay because I got an erection when the dude pierced my first nipple. I mean, he was pretty handsome too.”

“I’m sure we can fuck but we just have to avoid the nips so just hit me from the back.” you said and quickly shimmied off your pants together with your panties.

Bucky rushed to remove his and went over to his bed, kneeling behind as you positioned yourself on all fours. You got so wet at the thought of Bucky’s nipples having piercings that you didn’t need that much foreplay to get ready. Bucky slid his fingers along your folds, gathering more wetness from your entrance before smearing it.

“Fuck, just get on with it!” you moaned and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Bucky jerked his cock a couple of times before finally sliding easily into your cunt. He choked on his moan at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his hard cock. He had been hard too on the way home, no wonder there was tension in that Uber ride.

“Go fast and hard, I’m not gonna last.” you urged, pushing your ass back to meet Bucky’s thrusts.

Placing a hand on your neck and the other on your waist, Bucky fucked you the way you wanted. Thank goodness you started taking pills because Bucky didn’t have the patience to even put a condom on. He felt like he was going to nut as soon as his eyes landed on your pierced nipples, so perky and still swollen.

“Oh shit, fuck. I’m so fucking horny.” Bucky said, his jaw tensing as he watched your ass bounce every time he slammed back inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and your entire body trembled, a soft moan slipping past your lips when you came hard. Even without being touched, your nipples felt sensitive because of the piercings, the sensation only adding to your pleasure when you reached your orgasm.

“Shit, fuck. I gotta see those tits bounce. I can’t cum without seeing them.” Bucky said and pulled out to gently turn you around.

Now on your back with your legs spread open, Bucky slipped inside and continued to fuck you. His hands gripped the pillow beneath your head for leverage as he jackhammered you onto the bed, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you felt another orgasm approach you.

You lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a kiss, moaning into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Your vision blacked out momentarily when you came for the second time. Just as when you regained your senses, Bucky got lost in his own orgasm that he completely forgot about the piercings. He grabbed your left breast and pinched your nipple, your scream joining his loud moan when he came.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” you cried out, the pain too much to bear that you also didn’t notice that your hand clawed at Bucky’s right pec with your middle finger getting caught in his piercing, accidentally ripping it out in the process.

“Motherfucker!”

-

“What the hell happened? Are you both okay?!” Steve worriedly asked as soon as he arrived at the ER of a nearby hospital.

Upon getting Bucky’s voicemail about rushing to the hospital, Steve panicked and went there as soon as he could. He had been Bucky’s emergency contact for a long time now and he was used to receiving calls from police stations due to how often Bucky got himself in trouble, especially when drunk. But Bucky calling, sounding like he was in immense pain, telling him that he needed to go to the hospital?

It was the first time it ever happened so it was understandable for Steve to panic like a husband who got a call informing him that his wife was going into labor.

You and Bucky exchanged glances, faces red from embarrassment before nodding.

“We’re good.” you curtly responded, scratching your neck.

“What happened?” Steve asked again, brows furrowing as he looked at you and Bucky alternately.

You nudged Bucky’s ribs with your elbow, widening your eyes at him as you urged him to do the explaining.

“We uh...werippedouteachothersnipplepiercings.” he murmured to himself.

Steve frowned, “I didn’t catch a word that you said.”

“We ripped out each other’s piercings by accident.” you repeated, clearly and slowly this time.

“Did your earlobes get ripped off or what?” Steve asked, taking a closer look at both your ears.

Confusion washed over his face when he noticed that your ear piercings were still intact and that Bucky didn’t even have his ears pierced. Steve straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you like a reprimanding father.

“What did the two of you do this time?”

A nurse stepped into the scene and offered Steve a kind smile before turning to you and Bucky, handing over a prescription.

“Make sure to follow the instructions when applying the ointment and both your nipples should heal properly.” she explained before walking out.

“Nipples?!” Steve gasped out.

Bucky sighed but shrugged in response, “At least we’re the coolest BFFs out there with matching nipple piercings.”

-

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[bakuvantea]

HEY ITS 😎 ANON. I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THE HEADCANONS. THANK YOU SO MUCH

CAN I HAVE THEM MAKE UP PLEASE

💓💘💖💕💞💖💞💕💞💖💞💖💖

recreant pt. 2

- synopsis: after having seen jin-woo kiss hunter cha, diatance was what you needed. but as they say, distance makes the heart grow fonder

- warnings: okay so if the rest wants angst, i can also write that up!

- audience: yep, its fem!s/o dearies

- a/n: hello hello dear 😎-anon, i hope you'll like it! very sorry this was VERY late i was too lazy and had to fix up the laptop for school gosh sobs. stay healthy n drink lotsa water! eat lots too!

- tags: @llamakenma @isimpfordanielpark @hqileyy

-•-

jin-woo was at lost for words, the ringing in his head was unbearable and accompanied by your cold impassivity; arose countless thoughts in his head, drowning him in guilt and fear for what's to come

he knew what he did was wrong. heck, for countless nights and dates he chose hae-in over you, his s/o

he knew he messed up as soon as the deed was over. instead of seeing that smile he so loved he only saw your cold gaze nipping at his skin, at his very being. jin-woo felt sick to his stomach

you stare at hae-in this time sighing, "you might want to comfort him, looks like a mess to be honest."

"oh, uhm o-okay miss (name),"

you internally scoff, didn't even try to make up excuses huh?

walking away, you went to you and jin-woo's shared bedroom, grabbing your bags you haphazardly stuffed it with your clothes

you looked calm on the outside, daresay serene even. but inside was a jumbled mess as the image of jin-woo and hunter cha kissing replayed on your mind

you hated it so much, it was surprising how you didn't put that wretched vixen oh her place

she knew how much you loved woo

well, she's more of a dog than a vixen but you're sticking with that

you couldn’t help but wonder how many times he’s done this, the cancelled dates everything just started clawing at you, making your mind go haywire from anger

how many times did he betray your trust, your love for him, and indulged in hunter cha's embrace and kisses

hearing footsteps closing in you sigh and turn around

jin-woo looked close to tears, sighing heavily he let his head drop. he felt his throat closing up, it was hard to breathe

he stalked closer to you, embracing you he said, "please don't leave me, i-it was a mistake you know i would never"

he couldn’t lose you, not now and not ever. he needed to tell you it was all a drunken mistake. the dates were actually them planning about collaborating in future dungeons, as well as creating connections with other more hunters in order to expand the name of the ahjin guild.

it was the alcohol, not him

it wasn't him

the thought of you despising him made hi grimace, choking out a sob he ran to you, holding you close to him

a single tear cascaded down your cheek

alas, you finally break

"but you just did woo.... you just..did"

"but not anymore! please (name) i love you, what happened with hunter cha was a mistake! we were discussing maters concerning the gates but then she suddenly kissed me. i was intoxicated (name)! please (name) you're the only woman i will love, please i don't know how to live without you in my life"

he was sobbing now, breathing erratic and shoulders racking as loud mutters spilled out of him

he blubbering apologies and i love you's

you felt your heart break, even more so when you saw him and hae-in together

jin-woo truly was your only weakness

"woo, let go of me"

"no! never, you'll leave me once i let go!"

"i won't, i just want to look at you"

he stills, "promise you won't go away?"

"i promise, now please you're crushing me"

he slowly lets go, eyes a bloodshot red

he sniffled quietly now, with his cheeks still wet from all the crying

raising his head, he looked at you straight in the eye and said, "you're the only one i want to spend my life with"

"stop being a sap, makes it hard staying mad at you, you know?"

he seemingly perks up at that and says, "you won't go?"

you smile at him albeit not reaching your eyes, "i'm going to need some time woo"

he deflates at that, "but... you will come back right?"

you nod, "once my head clears and once you truly reflect on what you've done, i will come back to you"

you close your eyes, 'always' was left unsaid

as you two stood there in the middle of your bedroom, you thought that everything is going to be okay.

-•-

you wipe the sweat that has collected on your forehead, you have just finished unpacking your belongings at you friend's house

you and jin-woo agreed that much time was needed before things can go back to normal

staring at the photo of you two on the back of your phone, you sigh in relief

you then glance at beru who was tidying up the rest of the room for you

smiling, you dashed over to your friend to help them with lunch

-•-

extra:

"oh yeah where did the vixen go?"

"hunter cha? i made her leave"

"remember, you're still not on the clear. you still have a lot of explaining to do"

"i'm sorry (name).."

"mhmm, now help me pack up"

-•-

- a/n: HOPE YA LIKED IT JDCNJSDSD i am aware that i should not be forgiven sobs

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[sluttyminghao]

when at an awards show... | w.jh x h.vc

w.c: 4.2k genre: smut! pairing: junhui x vernon x fem!reader contains: dom!junhui, dom!vernon, sub!reader, cockwarming, degradation kink, praise kink, slight mentions of mirror sex, also a little bit of car sex oop, sex without protection (please wear protection tho), a bit of spitroasting too?  warnings: alcohol mention right at the beginning :) a/n: for my darling @junsol​ on her birthday, i hope you enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! thank you for giving me the opportunity to do this ily!

The room was dimly lit and the idol awards show was well underway, but your mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be there to support your best friends and their achievements, but you could think of other things you could be doing with your time, rather than sitting for hours on end listening to the hosts ramble on about meaningless topics.

You sighed and looked down at your drink, swirling the orange substance around in the glass before picking it up and taking a large swig, and setting the almost empty glass back down afterwards. The slight burn from the alcohol made shivers run down your spine, and you couldn’t help but smile at the warm feeling that spread throughout your veins.

“Hey, are you okay?” A deep voice rumbled from next to you, making your head lift to face whoever was asking. When your eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, you let a lopsided grin take over your face when Junhui’s beautiful features came into view. A small smile appeared on his face when you nodded your head slightly, before resting your head on his shoulder.

Junhui was probably the closest to you out of all the band members; he had seen you at your highest points and your lowest and was always the most sincere and genuine towards you. If you were completely honest with yourself as well, you’d probably had the biggest crush on him ever since you had first met. It didn’t help in the slightest that his naturally flirtatious nature made your heartbeat a thousand times faster, and send a blush to your cheeks that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

“I just wish I could go home right now,” you pouted, reaching out to play with Junhui’s fingers. He scoffed and lifted your head towards his so that your eyes were peering into his own. “You want to go home? Do you think I want to be here? I’d much rather be back at the dorms with you, snuggled up in my bed,” he retorted, and his words not only brought a blush to your cheeks but also a wave of arousal flowing throughout your body.

The banter between you and Junhui was always like this; bickering with an underlying tone of flirtation that was just enough to make the other members roll their eyes or tell you to take it elsewhere. Only one person didn’t complain about it, Vernon, with whom you were also particularly close. He would always tease you about the flirtatious banter, but his eyes would show hints of jealousy every time he spoke with you afterwards.

It confused you, to say the least.

“You think we would just be snuggled up in bed? I thought for sure you’d want to go further than that,” you replied with a smug smile, making Junhui tense up. He chose to not reply and instead placed a hand on your exposed thigh, squeezing the flesh gently. Your and went to rest atop of his, lacing your fingers through his and sighing softly at the contact.

From across the table, you briefly caught eyes with Vernon, whose expression was unreadable. He cocked a brow at you as if to ask something along the lines of ‘what are you looking at?’ but the small smirk that graced his features told you that his expression meant something else. His eyes darted down to your phone as if to tell you to check your texts, so you picked up your phone and your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the sudden bright light of the screen.

A simple text from Vernon, but it made your whole body heat up as you read and re-read the message. 

‘You’re acting a little bratty right now, trying to impress someone? Or just doing it to be an attention whore?’

Another glance up and you noticed that Vernon had disappeared from his place at the table, and your eyes found him walking towards the bathrooms. Deciding to follow him, you quickly excused yourself and earned a wink from Junhui, before you were making quick steps towards the bathroom in hopes to catch your close friend.

You and Vernon had previously had a small fling that only lasted a few weeks, but your friendship overruled and you mutually decided to remain friends. While you enjoyed being friends with him, you couldn't help the spark of excitement you would feel whenever he let his hand linger on yours, or if he sat a little too close to you when you watched movies. 

He was closer than you thought he was as you made your way down the hallway he had disappeared into, as you were quickly pulled by the arm into an empty room, a small yelp leaving your lips before a hand was covering your mouth, and you panicked even more. “Relax, it’s just me,” Vernon hissed, letting his hand off your mouth and taking his hand off your arm.

“What the hell, man? Why did you drag me into this room-” your complaints and worries were immediately cut off by Vernon pressing his lips to yours hurriedly, pulling your body flush against his own. Instinctively, your hands wrapped around his neck and let yourself melt into his touch, making a smug smirk pull to his lips. 

“I love your lips. You taste amazing, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered between kisses, letting his hands fall from your waist to your ass and squeezing. You could only sigh softly against his mouth in response before he was pressing himself to your mouth again, letting his tongue press against yours and meld as if you were one person.

He tasted vaguely of peppermints, and you couldn’t say you didn't like it.

Vernon pulled away from you briefly, letting you both catch your breath while he adjusted his suit. “Well, that was hot, have room for one more?” another voice filtered through the room and made both you and Vernon jump before you both turned to see Junhui leaning against the doorframe, eyebrow cocked and his lips upturned into a smirk. He walked towards you both, and you couldn't help but feel small under his burning gaze.

“I-it’s not what it looks like,” you began, letting your body back up against the wall. The older man laughed and rolled his eyes, before moving quickly to stand in front of you, while Vernon stared at him slack-jawed. “Sure, you say that, but I saw the text that Vernon sent you and it looks pretty suspicious if you ask me,” he chuckled, holding your phone out to you between his thumb and middle finger. You couldn’t help the burn that covered your cheeks and spread throughout your body.

“What are you even doing here?” Vernon questioned, putting his hands in his pockets and looking towards his friend. “I volunteered to come and look for you both since you’d be gone for a while, and I’ve gotta say, it looks like you two were having some fun though,” Jun let one of his hands reach out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, only making your skin burn up once more.

“And why would you care, hm? I don't think whatever we decide to do is your business… But if you're so curious, yeah, we were having a great time.” You began, studying his face to see how he would react, quickly glancing at Vernon from over your shoulder, who did nothing but look at you with a smirk filled with amusement before you bit your lip and winked at him, just to tease Junhui. "I couldn't help it, Junnie… Vernon has such hot and warm lips… Whenever I see him, I can't control myself. He's such a good kisser, makes my head spin." You sighed, feeling your body go warm just thinking about it. “And also, although you're so handsome and hot yourself, you're just bark and no bite. I doubt you could ever gather the courage to put me on my knees like him." You pouted, grazing your pointer finger over the side of his neck, his eyes following your every action. "He can make me submit to him in a heartbeat, he knows how to be in charge… But you? Junnie… You're just my soft, flirty friend, aren't you?” You spoke cockily, making Junhui’s brows furrow in clear annoyance.

The room fell silent for a few beats before Junhui was walking forward and pressing his body against yours, large hand squeezing your cheeks and forcing your face up to meet his dark, lustful orbs and letting his breath fan across your neck.

"I can see you're testing your luck tonight, baby. You have such a sharp tongue." He spoke darkly, a breathy chuckle erupting from his throat as the pads of his fingers wandered from your jaw, to down your neck and collarbones, setting your skin aflame. "I never thought our first time would be like this, I must admit… But since you're having such an attitude, I might as well teach you that you shouldn't use that pretty mouth for anything other than sucking on my dick as soon as I ask you to."

Your breathing became hitched as he let his lips skim across your jaw, and you wondered if he had locked the door before he came inside. Vernon kept watching the scene in front of him, secretly loving the bickering between the two of you.

“Did you lock the door?” You asked breathily, your fingers brushing through Junhui’s soft strands of hair. You knew where this was going.

“Now where’s the fun in that? Maybe I want people to walk in here and see how much of a mess you are once we’re done with you,” his voice was like velvet as he spoke, and sent shivers cascading down your spine. It was no secret how aroused he was already, feeling his rock hard cock pressing against your stomach, but to be fair, you weren't any better.

You could hardly form a coherent sentence towards him when he nipped at your skin, a pretty pink mark blooming where his teeth had been. His nimble fingers moved your dress straps down your arms and exposed your breasts, a low whistle coming from his lips at the sight. “God, how have I gone this long without seeing these gorgeous breasts of yours?” He hissed under his breath, immediately dipping his head down to nip at the buds.

~~~~

Vernon stood a few feet away from you, feeling his erection grow when he saw how your body reacted to Junhui’s actions. He couldn’t help himself but to move forward and let his hands reach out to play with the bud of your free breast, making a whine spill past your lips. “You look so pretty like this, you’re so hot,” he murmured, and your skin burned at the compliment, making both men chuckle.

“Now, we don’t have a lot of time in here, doll, so let’s make this quick. I want you to come and sit your pretty ass on this couch and pull your dress up for me,” Junhui whispered the words against your lips, making heat pool in your abdomen, and you felt as if your legs were jelly when you finally made your way to the couch he was referring to. 

You made quick work of pulling up your dress, feeling more exposed than ever in front of your two best friends. The lust clouding your mind overthrew those feelings, and it wasn’t long before Junhui was kneeling in front of you, a small smile hanging on his face. He let his lips linger over the top of yours, captivating your senses and your being until you couldn’t take the pressure and pressed your lips to his heatedly. There was a clash of teeth and tongue and he took the opportunity to slide his hand down and play with your soaking folds, eliciting a gasp from you and the men couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Look at how needy you are for us, and we’ve hardly even done anything,” Vernon chuckled, letting his hands roam across your upper body while Junhui pulled away and focused on your swollen bud. You didn’t even have the chance to react to their ministrations before Junhui was letting his tongue dart out to collect your juices. A loud moan passed your lips but was silenced quickly by Vernon placing a hand over your mouth. “Can’t be too loud here, babe, we don’t want to get caught now, do we?”

With the way they were both teasing you, it wasn’t long until you were on the brink of orgasm and begging for a release. “P-please...need to cum!” Your pleas were muffled by Vernon’s large palm still, and he gave you a stern look that said that if you were to cum, they wouldn’t let you cum again. “Just relax, baby, don’t cum yet and you’ll get a bigger reward afterwards,” Junhui cooed, sucking little love bites into the skin of your inner thigh.

It took all of your willpower to not cum, and they finally cut you some slack when they both pulled away from you, letting you catch your breath. You whined as your powerful orgasm ebbed away, but it wasn’t long until another flow of arousal was coating your inner thighs as you watched both men pull their cock out of their suit pants and pumped, letting small pearlescent beads of pre-cum gather on the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you just knew that no matter who was inside of you, you’d end up walking funny for at least three days.

“Ass up in the air sweetheart, see that mirror that’s hanging on the wall there?” Junhui tilted his head in the direction of the floor-length mirror, which you had seemingly missed in your hurry to get their lips on you. You nodded and turned your head back to Junhui, who smirked and shifted your body so that you were facing the mirror, and you could see how truly fucked out you had become from these two men.

Vernon situated himself behind you and smoothed a hand down your back, making sure that you were in a comfortable position and wouldn’t get too many marks on your body to seem suspicious. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but wiggle your ass at him and whine loudly, getting impatient.

“Please fuck me! I’ve been so good for you, I’ll even suck your dick later!” You pleaded, giving him the best possible puppy dog eyes you could muster up in your given position. Without a warning, he had thrust the tip of his cock into you, before pulling out in a teasing manner. You whined even louder, letting your frustrations be known to both of the men, before Junhui finally stepped in front of you, cock in hand. “I know a good way to get you to shut up, whore, open up that pretty mouth for me and get to work,” he spat, letting his pre-cum stain your lips before pushing the tip inside of your welcoming mouth, bobbing eagerly up and down the first half of his erection.

While you focussed your attention on Junhui’s cock inside of your mouth, Vernon took the opportunity to slide his cock the rest of the way inside of you, your moans and whines of appreciation reverberating around Junhui’s cock and in turn, letting a hiss leave Junhui’s lips. “Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” he murmured, thrusting his hips into your mouth and causing you to choke on his thick cock. Vernon’s hips never let up inside of you either, thrusting deep inside of you and hitting all of the right places. A small glance into the mirror showed tears running down your face and your makeup ruined, but neither of the boys seemed to care. 

You were going to be in so much trouble after this.

Vernon’s cock was thick and long, and with the way he was thrusting erratically, he brought you to orgasm relatively quickly and sending you into a spiral of incoherent babbles and leg spasms. You had also taken the time to deepthroat Junhui’s cock, taking as much of him as possible and doing your best to stroke any remaining shaft that you couldn’t take. The feelings were becoming too much, and your mouth was becoming slack. 

“Fuck, she’s getting tighter, I think she’s gonna cum,” Vernon rasped, spanking your ass before doubling his pace, making a cry fall from your lips as the feelings of your orgasm began to wash over you. Your vision turned white as your orgasm turned your body rigid, Junhui’s cock fell from your lips and you couldn’t stop the moans from escaping you, even more so when you heard Vernon’s loud groan as he came too, filling your walls with his hot cum.

When you finally regained your vision, you saw Junhui smiling softly at you, and wiping your cheek to rid it of some of your mascara. “You did so well, sweetheart, so well for us,” he hummed, letting you rest for a while before helping you to stand. 

When you stared at your gaze in the mirror, you knew that if you bumped into anyone on the way back to the table, that they would instantly know what you had been up to. While Vernon adjusted himself in his boxers and fixed up his suit, you glanced over at Junhui, who very clearly still had a raging erection since you didn’t get to finish him off.

“Don’t you wanna cum too?” You asked him, letting your palm land against his clothed erection and begin to rub gently. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh through his nose, holding back on a groan before opening his eyes again and reaching for your hand. “I do, so badly, but I wanna be inside of you, and I have a plan, don’t worry,” he replied, kissing the palm of your hand before helping you to straighten your dress and fix up your hair so it doesn’t look like you had just been fucked in a random room at an awards show.

Carefully, you all walked back out to the ceremony and noticed that they were wrapping up with a performance from a rookie group. You sighed as you took a seat, and brushed off everyone’s confused and concerned glances thrown around the table. “We thought you got lost!” Chan piped up, a chuckle leaving your lips at his somewhat innocent demeanour. “We were just worried, that’s all, you didn’t even tell anyone where you were!” Seungcheol commented, a concerned look present on his face even with the dim lighting of the room.

“I’m fine! I think I did get lost in the hallways, there’s so many of them,” you stated nervously, scratching at the back of your head. Junhui had resumed his earlier position with his hand on your thigh, but this time it was sitting higher up, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “I can’t wait for this to be over so I can have you all for myself,” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see.”

~~~~~~

 You don’t know how he managed to do it, but somehow, in some way, Junhui had managed to secure you sitting on his lap on the way home, as dangerous as it was. “Isn’t this illegal?” You spoke hurriedly, not even having the opportunity to choose somewhere else before the van was moving off. “I mean, probably, but you won’t be complaining soon,” he retorted, a cheeky smile covering his face.

From the angle you were sitting on his lap, you could feel his rock hard erection pressing against your ass. You wiggled around a little to tease him, but when he gripped your hips with an iron-like force, you halted, knowing he was about to return the same energy to you.

With quick movements, he had lifted you off his lap a little, freed his cock from their confines before shifting your dress and panties to the side. Without warning, he sunk you back down onto his cock, and you had to try your absolute hardest to stifle your moan. Luckily, Vernon was sitting next to Junhui and was having the time of his life, watching you try to contain your moans.

“Now, you’re gonna sit on my cock back to the dorms, and if you cum at all, we get to punish you, got it?” He teasingly whispered into your ear, and you could feel his chest moving back and forth with the way he lightly chuckled. 

He knew it wasn’t going to be easy for you.

It also wasn’t made any easier when Vernon managed to slip his hand underneath your dress and find your swollen bud with ease, drawing slow circles onto it and making your legs twitch. “V-Vernon...please…” you whispered out, earning a low groan from Junhui as you bumped against his cock. “Fuck, stay still if you know what’s good for you,” he moaned out, only earning a whimper from you in response. With the way that Vernon’s nimble fingers were pressing to your clit, and the feeling of Junhui’s thick cock filling you up in all the best ways, you could feel your orgasm impending and it was beginning harder to maintain control over yourself.

“I-I…” you managed to stutter out, before it was too late and you could feel your orgasm washing over you, your juices running down Junhui’s cock and your thighs and getting onto his pants. He hissed at the way you tightened around him and wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you on his cock, thrusting up into you lightly so it wasn’t obvious to anyone else in the car. You rode out your high and immediately felt your cheeks burn, and looked up to see Vernon feigning disappointment.

“I guess we need to teach you a lesson then, don’t we? But first, Junhui wants something from you,” Vernon spoke lowly, nodding his head to the man behind you. You weakly turned your head around and saw his dark eyes pooling with desire, and you knew he was only moments away from his breaking point. “As soon as this car stops and everyone is out, I’m going to be fucking you so hard into this car seat you won’t be able to walk inside.”

You gulped and took note of where you were, less than 5 minutes away from the dorm and you couldn’t help but feel excited over the prospect of having both of your best friends cum inside of you. He kept you situated on his cock, seemingly having an innocent conversation with Vernon while you tried to remain as quiet as possible. It became increasingly difficult, especially with speed bumps making you bounce up and down on his cock, but you finally made it back to the dorms, almost on the brink of yet another orgasm. 

The three of you watched as everyone filed out of the van, making sure everyone was out before the door was pulled shut and Junhui had immediately flipped you over, pounding into you as if his life depended on it. He had given you no warning, and the moans and whimpers were flying out of your mouth like a mantra. “God you’re so fucking tight, look how well your pussy takes my cock,” he groaned out, slamming his hips into yours repeatedly. By now, Vernon had taken his cock out and was stroking it languidly, his bottom lip pulled in by his teeth to prevent any noise from falling out.

“I’m gonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna pump my cum into you and make you walk inside with it,” he whispered, loving how your eyes rolled back into your head at his comment. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and it only took another few moments of him praising you that he too, came inside of you with a loud groan. A hand flew down to rub your clit in fast circles, sending you over the edge once more with a loud cry into Junhui’s palm.

Your breathing was erratic as he pulled out, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Vernon had found a tissue to cum inside of and was casually tossing it into his pants pockets and getting himself back into his pants. Junhui had done the same to himself and was slowly placing your clothes back into their rightful positions so that they sat properly. 

“That was...amazing,” you breathed, sitting up and cringing slightly at the feeling of their cum dripping down your thighs. Both of the men nodded and hummed in agreement, before opening the door of the van. “I think that we should continue this inside though, I still have a little bit of energy to burn,” Junhui commented, earning a scoff from Vernon and a slap from you, but you couldn’t say it didn’t turn you on. “What did you have in mind?” You spoke up, earning surprised glances from both of them before their eyes turned dark once more.

“Why don’t you come inside and find out, sweetheart?” 

[goldenlaquer]

I'm sending one more pls forgive me🥺🤠 I just love you and your writings ehsjsj I'm going to be shameless again. I'd like to request Gintoki, Sakamoto and Sougo's reaction to a usually shy s/o who suddenly confesses that she likes to be spanked,, Take care💕🌸🌼ily and sorry for double-request I hope it's legal

incredibly illegal, but i don't see a single cop in here baby ;9

Gintama NSFW (just be shafe) Headcanons:

Okita Sougo:

If you were looking for a smile from Sougo, you might have seen it right there– a hungry, pleased ghost of a thing. But your head is down, too cowed to glance up to see his reaction, embarrasment burning through you, along with an entirely different burn altogether, simmering low from the dirty secret that fell off your chewed lips.

"You?" Sougo makes sure he sounds surprised; you narrow your shoulders in as if to hide the heat on your ears. "Nah, that can't be right. I think I heard wrong. What did you say?"

This is Sougo. He likes to be difficult. He likes to play games. He likes to mercilessly tease until he sees redness and fidgeting, hands wringing together as you whisper again, almost in shame, about how you want it, to be spanked.

He probably already knew too, probably sniffed it out from you from the first encounter (Sougo knows a thing or two about degeneracy, believe him), and was just abiding his time, playing dumb and patiently waiting, like a jackal in the tall leaves, waiting just waiting for you to hop closer and closer, by your own violation, until he bites. Or, spanks, in this case. Or maybe even both, if you've got another confession for him to pluck up.

Sougo takes off his jacket in preparation and leans back, getting comfortable. "Hmm. Still don't get it." When you look at him in confusion, a smile finally breaks, handsome and terrible.

"Show me."

Sakamoto Tatsuma:

For a moment, he thinks that the ground's gone and swallowed him up, floored as he is. A whoosh of laughter escapes him, strangled.

He hasn't- maybe he's heard- it can't be- really?

He looks to you for confirmation, his laugh ending on a question mark. Your eyes dart away for a moment before coming back to peer at him from under your lashes, nipping your lip. Oh. Oh.

Tatsuma... he doesn't know. He's never considered. Not even on a whim. Especially on his sweet girl. Never once has he ever dreamt of— he sucks in a breath.

"Idon'twantothurtyou." His voice spills out. It's not the act itself that he has an objection to; he just doesn't think he'd ever forgive himself if he harmed you, in any way, even like this. He's stronger than he looks, more than people know. He's the Dragon of Katsurahama for a lot of reasons. This is one of them.

Your eyes widen and frantically shake your head, grabbing his hands within your warm ones. "You won't! I promise!" He looks at you doubtfully. "I mean, we need to do it right, of course, and yeah, there'll be a bit of pain, but I..." You trail off, suddenly unable to meet his gaze. "... I like it," you whisper, flushing deeply.

You like it. Spontaneously, Tatsuma's eyes flick down to your lower form, covered by your kimono. Despite his hesitations, his mind is naturally curious, wondering, uncovering the layers and pushing down your panties, exposing the soft skin of your behind. He's felt you up there a lot, always playful and handsy to squeeze, but to spank? A whole different thing. But his merchant imagination pushes beyond, for a test run, and Tatsuma is wondering, if- if he did, and his hand came down, hard, to lay against your ass, smarting the sensitive skin, and your breath hitching as your hips jerk up from his lap and whimpers of pained pleasure hiccupping from you-

Aw, hell. Another laugh bursts from him, incredulous, startling you. Now that his curiosity is stabbing him, Tatsuma doesn't think he'd be able to stop himself from trying it out. Just this once. Maybe. Hopefully, he helplessly thinks.

Sakata Gintoki:

Usually, Gintoki likes it when people tell him after he's had his morning pudding, and not before, any and all breaking news, because it's shit like this- the plate falling out of his loosened grasp and clattering to the floor, along his precious pudding with it- that happens.

You make a hesitant move to help him clean the mess, but he stops you in your place with a raised hand, tutting as he bends his knees to inspect the ceramic shards and deformed sweet lump in its center. It doesn't look like he'll be able salvage the dessert without bleeding a mouth.

"Sorry," you stammer. "Wait here, I'll go and get you another pudding from the-"

"Spanking, huh?" Gintoki doesn't look at you as he arcs a brow, raises his other hand to show you the spoon gripped in it. He brings it down to lightly tap the curve of the head against the gelatinous surface of the pudding. The surface ripples, jiggling. "Like that?"

"...Yes." It's a weird intensity coming from Gintoki's stupid little show, and you gulp, throat suddenly dry.

"Right." He stands and turns to you. Holds up his hand up to your face for your examination. Riddled with small scars and callouses made from years of gripping steel and wood that no pumice stone could ever hope to soften— his hand looks strong, powerful. "Look close." He says expressionlessly, meeting your moon-like eyes. "That's all I have, and gonna use. That good with you?"

You nod, breathless and already clenching. He'd leave you raw and aching, and satisfied.

He sighs and flexes the tendons and muscles. "Great. Clothes off. Bend over. I've got a pudding to avenge."

[blondiebarnes]

in the middle

summary: steve and bucky just got home from a tough mission, and you’re determined to make them feel good.

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader

warnings: smut! threesome, male & female receiving oral, established relationship, cumplay, basically just porn

word count: 6.5k

For the most part, you’ve gotten used to being by yourself when Steve and Bucky are on missions.

You don’t like it - not in the slightest - it goes without saying that you’d love nothing more than to go on missions with them when they’re called in the dead of night but it hardly, if ever, works out that way. They’re nearly always sent together (Fury says they balance each other out, and you’re not exactly sure you know why or how but you’ve learned to accept whatever your director says at face value) and you’re generally excluded from their missions. They get too protective, can ignore the objectives of a mission when you’re in danger, and it’s a sweet sentiment but you know it’s an issue, even if you appreciate it.

And you are used to it. Really, you are. It’s been a year of having them called off in the middle of the night, leaving you sleeping in bed with a lingering kiss to your forehead as you dip out the door - occasionally they’ll wake you up (usually Bucky, because he tends to be a bit more sentimental, though he’d never dare to admit it) and give you a proper kiss, but for the most part you simply wake up in a too-large bed that’s void of the two super soldiers sandwiching you between their warm bodies, and it never fails to feel any more jarring.

That’s what happened Friday. You simply woke up on a day like any other and they were gone, leaving nothing but ruffled covers and a small sticky note pressed to your cell phone in Steve’s scribbled handwriting, telling you that it shouldn’t last more than the weekend and we love you so much and a small smiley face that looks to be more of Bucky’s doing, but you can’t be sure.

It had been a long weekend.

Movies and books and making dinner, and work had been so slow recently with no new missions on the come-up that you need to be called away on, so you’ve been primarily holed up in your apartment watching the time tick by and waiting for your boys to come home. You’d even called Nick at one point, in your boredom, to inquire about how their mission was going, and he told you (paraphrased, of course) that they were doing just fuckin’ great and should be home by Monday, and Monday couldn’t have fucking come any slower.

You’ve been lying awake for nearly three hours since you settled into bed on Sunday night, covers pulled tight against your chin to protect yourself from the January cold that nips at your skin, even after you’ve set the thermostat to 71 degrees. Steve likes it cold - Bucky warm - you laugh at the irony of it, much to the latter’s chagrin - and you prefer it being right in the middle.

The TV plays on mute a rerun of some old movie you’ve never heard of, black and white film running rickety slow and glitching, though you’ve long since given up paying attention to it. You’d been on Pinterest for an hour before getting bored and plugging your phone in on your nightstand, and you’d begun flipping through one of Steve’s favorite books he loves to read to you sometimes, and now - you simply gaze at the ceiling in your boredom, fingers interlocked on top of your stomach, boredom settling in every crevice of your body.

You’re not sure what, exactly, you’re waiting awake for. Not even sure if you’re waiting or simply unable to sleep - it feels like a 50/50 situation, at least at the moment - but there’s still something inherently wrong with sleeping in bed without your boys. Curling into Bucky’s chest while Steve is pressed to his back, the latter’s hand wrapped around to rest on your lip while a metal hand slides up your shirt, cupping your breast just to hear the way you squeal at the chill - or, alternatively, sandwiching yourself between them as Steve practically throws his mass on top of you and Bucky squishes your face into his hard back.

Empty. You feel empty, in more ways than one, and that’s what’s keeping you awake, you decide after a long fifteen minutes of contemplating on it. Your boys complete you. It’s not right without them -

Just as the thought crosses your mind, you hear the front door knob jiggling from across the apartment, and you jerk upright as though someone had doused you with freezing cold water (not that it would be much of an adjustment from the temperature your apartment feels, but the implication still stands.)

If you were smarter - or perhaps less groggy - maybe you’d dig through your nightstand for the gun you keep in case of any intruders, buried beneath notebooks and stray pieces of paper decorated with small smudged sketches that Steve puts on any smooth surface he can find. It’s loaded and ready to go - all you’d need to do is dig through and grab it, creep outside the bedroom door and take down whomever may be invading your home -

Just as you roll onto your side to dig through your drawer and find the weapon, the front door fully opens with a jingle of keys and the scuffling sounds of footsteps, and you pause, listening to the voices that roll through the apartment, hushed and breathy.

“Fuckin’ - tripped over my foot,” comes a familiar voice, louder than the one who follows right after him, murmuring for him to shut the hell up - are you trying to wake up the entire city? -

You’re out of bed faster than you can even process, covers mercilessly kicked to the very bottom of the bed in your haste. The hardwood is cold against your bare feet and the air bites at your skin, wearing nothing but one of Steve’s old t-shirts that falls to your mid thighs and a pair of lace panties that peeks out of the shirt when you bend over or reach up or do anything, really - it’s a bit of a scandalous look - but you pay no mind to it, opening the door and tearing down the hallway into the foyer.

You’ve smacked into a hard, thick body before you could stop yourself, arms thrown around Steve’s torso as you bury your face into his chest, and you can practically feel his deep laugh before you hear it but you do hear it, clear as day, and it brings a grin to your face that’s only deepened when Bucky tugs at your waist, pulling you into his back, arms wrapped around your stomach as he buries his face in your shoulder.

“Fury said you guys wouldn’t be home until tomorrow,” you tell them, letting your body relax into Bucky’s embrace as Steve traces his fingers across your jawline, tilting your head up so he can press one light kiss to your puckered lips. His arms snake around your waist, sandwiched between your back and Bucky’s chest, fingertips clutching tight onto the loose fabric of the shirt you’re donning and he uses it as leverage to hold you closer to him.

“It was an easy one,” Steve replies, leaning forward just a bit until you’re fully pressed between the two soldiers, your head squished into his chest as he inhales the scent of your shampoo, nose buried into the top of your head. “Can’t believe you called Fury about it - missed us that much, hmm?”

A dry chuckle jostles the body behind you, feeling Bucky’s warm laughter against your neck, and you bite on your bottom lip as you nod. “‘Course I missed you - don’t get cocky -” for you’d just caught sight of Steve’s smug grin, toying his lips upward, and you use the top of your head to push him away from you in mock disgust, leaning further into Bucky’s grasp. He hums softly, breath ruffling your hair, messy from your failed attempts to sleep. “S’so lonely here.”

“Aww,” murmurs Bucky, lips pressing warm kisses into the exposed expanse of your neck, and you tilt your head to the side to give him easier access as Steve crosses his arms over his chest, watching the pair of you at work. “Poor baby.”

“Hey -” you reach behind you, running your hands through long, brunette locks just to feel the way Bucky smiles against your skin. “At least you two have each other on missions, getting each other off - I’m here all by myself. Nothin’ but the fingers.” “There’s a lot less time to get your rocks off in the middle of a mission than you’d think.”

“Is there?” you inquire playfully as Bucky’s lips trail further up your neck, landing on a spot just beneath your jawline and suckling the soft skin - the teasing lilt in your voice that you’d intended to sound confident and self-assured gets breathier and just a tad more pathetic as you continue, “Sam and I always seem to have enough time -”

Bucky grunts against your cheek, murmuring something you can’t quite make out about how he hates that fuckin’ bird boy, and a grin spreads across your face that mirrors Steve’s as he watches you. Bucky tilts your head to the side with two fingers pressed to your chin so he can ghost his lips over yours but you deepen it, pushing your face further into his as you wrap one of your arms around his neck, tugging at his hair to hear him groan into your mouth and you swallow the noise. You can practically sense Steve rolling his eyes both at your teasing and the way Bucky’s absolutely devouring you, the metal hand around your waist trailing up your torso and leaving goosebumps in its wake until he reaches your chest, cold fingers plucking at your nipple, and your chest arches into his hand with a broken gasp into his mouth.

“Better tell Sam not to touch what isn’t his,” Steve tells you, and you nod, watching the blonde take a few steps forward and for a moment you wonder if he’ll lean down, take your lips from Bucky’s and kiss you until you’re practically putty in his hands but instead he pushes past the both of you, disappearing down the hallway behind you, and you crane your neck backwards to watch his back as he vanishes around a corner.

For a moment you wonder if Bucky hadn’t seen him leave, continuing his ministrations on your nipples as his teeth bite at your bottom lip as though there’d been no interruption, his mouth turning up into a smug smirk at the way you whimper into his mouth. God, you’ve missed his touch, clever hands knowing exactly how to make you fall apart for him even without slipping into the lace of your panties, and your mouth opens in a silent gasp as his flesh palm presses to the skin of your stomach.

“Wanna go see Stevie?” the soldier questions into your mouth, voice low and sultry smooth, and you jerk your head up and down once. “Tough mission for him.”

You frown at that as Bucky pulls away from you, leaving one lingering kiss to the side of your throat as he pulls your shirt down over your lower half. “Thought he said it was easy.”

“It was,” and that makes your brows furrow as his metal hand wraps around your wrist, beginning to pull you down the hallway where your bedroom door is swung wide open. “But Fury ripped him a new one, ‘cause he disobeyed his orders - got the mission done fine - but you know how Stevie hates having his authority questioned.”

Your lips part in a silent o, and Bucky smirks ever so slightly before leading you into the bedroom where Steve sits at the edge of the bed, peeling off his suit and kicking it off of his ankles. Bucky shuts the door behind you, immediately working at tugging his vest over his head and you leave him to it, bare feet padding on the hardwood floor until you reach Steve, and you merely stand before him until he’s finished taking his clothes off, leaving him clad in only a pair of boxers.

“Do you need something?” Steve questions, glancing up at you with an amused glint in his eyes and you groan, lifting your leg up to straddle his lap, calves on either side of his, and his hands go to rest on the underside of your thigh like an instinct. For a moment you don’t say anything, grinding your hips down into his until his hands slide up your back, tugging your shirt up over your torso so he can press his cold palms to the globes of your ass, halting you in place. “Words, baby.”

“Want you to boss me around,” you tell him, dropping your lips to the side of his throat, and his dry exhale of a laugh blows at your hair as his fingers slip beneath the scrap of lace between your ass, fully digging into the plump skin, and you smile against his neck. “Missed you bein’ bossy.”

“Really?” You nod, feeling the bed dip beside you until there’s another set of hands on your body, tugging the hem of your shirt up until you’re forced to remove your lips from Steve’s neck so Bucky can pull your shirt off, littering it onto the ground beside you. Steve leans his head back as both you and Bucky lean forward, your lips to his throat and the other soldier taking his lips so that the next words he speaks are muffled into the kiss, “Sure Bucky didn’t put you up to this, baby?”

“Who’s Bucky?” 

That makes both of them laugh into each other and you smile, leaning back in his lap as you take in the sight of them - lips crashed together, metal hand burying itself in blonde locks that he hasn’t cut in a while, hair brushing the tips of his ears, and Steve’s hand that had been on your ass drops, seemingly forgotten about his job - you huff, wrap your hand around his wrist, and lift his palm up to rest against your left breast.

Instinctively he squeezes, and the two men pull apart from each other as Bucky leans forward to kiss the top of your head, flesh hand sliding down your stomach until he can push into the damp lace fabric of your panties, and you jolt against his hand as he brushes your clit. “Can’t possibly think we forgot about you,” he tells you, and you shrug, watching the way he smiles. “Come on, Stevie, you heard her - wants you to boss her around.”

And Steve is surely still doubtful of your intentions - it isn’t as though you’ve ever asked him to boss you around before - it typically just happens when he’s pissed or upset or happy -

It happens a lot. He’s a bossy guy, both in the field and out of it, and he’s more than happy to give demands and orders and he loves to see you follow them.

Bucky is - usually along for the ride. He’s the calming voice in your ear when Steve is edging you until you’re screaming, the gentle touch when you’ve been overstimulated for an hour, the smooth, sultry kiss when you’re being filled so deep from both ends you feel entirely numb - and he can be mean, too, metal hand tightening around your throat and smirking at the way you sob -

Well, it depends.

“Get on the bed,” Steve tells you, and regardless of whether he’s suspicious of you and Bucky his voice is already hardening and if the words weren’t implicitly sexual, perhaps you could fool yourself into thinking you’re on the field - you listen, though. You always do - swing your legs off of his lap and land on your back on the bed, watching as Steve stands and Bucky merely turns around, leaning back on his arms as he watches you, your leg hiked up to give a limited, tantalizing view to the lace covered pex of your thighs.

“Buck - wanna get behind our girl?”

The phrase our girl never fails to make your stomach flutter, and the feeling only intensifies as Bucky grunts in affirmation, crawling towards you, and with hands hooked under your armpits he lifts you to sit, your back pressed to his chest. Hands reach up to your chest, cupping your tits in flesh and metal palms that have a chill rolling through your spine, hips grinding back against the erection you can feel pressed into your back.

“Spread your legs,” Steve tells you, and you oblige, feet sliding across the bed to spread yourself as wide open as you can, and Bucky’s metal hand leaves your chest to grab onto one of your thighs, forcing it open wide enough that a burn spreads through your muscle. “Yeah - don’t fuckin’ move, baby - hold her down, Buck.”

Bucky doesn’t need to be told twice, moving his other hand so he’s holding both of your thighs, and you can feel wetness dripping down your cunt onto the sheets as Steve stands still, for a moment, just watching the pair of you - your chest heaves and you can feel Bucky’s fingers twitch against your thighs, surely desperate to caress your tits just the way he always likes to, but he wouldn’t dare disobey Steve when he’s like this. You know it, and he knows it, and you’re sure Steve knows it too - he looks so smug, even as he climbs onto the bed, resting on his stomach as he presses his cheek into your thigh, warm breath fanning over your cunt. His fingers hook into the soaked material of your panties, feeling the stickiness that coats your folds and the undergarment, and with not a second of hesitation he rips them in half, tugging them off your leg and tossing the ruined scrap of lace onto the ground.

Your instinct is to reach down and run your fingers through his hair as he lowers his mouth to your pussy, tongue flicking once over your clit, but the second your hands jerk in their spot resting overtop of Bucky’s, Steve is reaching up - one hand manages to wrap around both of your wrists, holding your hands in place on top of your stomach with a grip so tight it’ll surely leave bruises that will darken in the morning.

You groan softly as Steve lifts his head, gaze hard and unforgiving as he stares at you, and then his gaze moves behind you where you know he must be having some sort of silent conversation with Bucky - they’re so good at that - before he’s leaning back down, teeth gnashing at your clit with enough force to make you jolt.

“Think Stevie said not to fuckin’ move, sweetie,” Bucky murmurs, lips sucking a dark hickey just beneath your ear, and a low whine escapes your throat as Steve’s tongue laps up your sticky folds before centering on your clit. “Didn’t you, honey?” And Steve hums in affirmation, pulling back to spit harshly at your clit, and you exhale skaily as you feel the glob of coldness trickle down your folds. “Move again, and I’ll punish you,” he tells you, which is more generous than he typically is when he’s in this state but you suppose the excitement of arriving home after a shitty, weekend mission must not have worn out yet. “Be a good girl for us, baby.”

You nod furiously, Bucky’s forearms hooking beneath your knees until the ache in your thighs nearly tips the balance of pain and pleasure but it’s still leaning towards the latter - more so as Steve dips his head back down, lips wrapping around the sensitive nub at your core that tears a moan from your throat, and you bite at your lips to try and silence the noises.

“Never told you to be quiet,” Steve mumbles against your cunt, vibrations from his voice sending a shiver up your spine, and Bucky smiles against one of the many hickies he’s leaving on your neck - you’re sure you’ll look a damn sight tomorrow, made of practically entirely concealer to hide the marks he’s obsessed with, but you don’t have it in you to stop. “Let us hear your noises - how good we’re making you feel.”

You drop your head back into Bucky’s shoulder with a desperate cry as Steve’s flexed tongue circles your clit before running back down your slit, parting your folds until he can slip his tongue inside of your hole, thrusting it in and out a few times, lips turning upwards at your resulting whine. Bucky’s nails leave deep, crescent-shaped indentations in the smooth skin of your inner thigh, and you can feel his erection pressed thick and swollen against your back. Surely he’s just as wound up as you are - and as much as Steve is, his hips rutting against the edge of the bed as though of their own accord - but he doesn’t do much of anything at all to alleviate the pressure, breathy exhales in your ear as your hips rub against his bulge.

“Wanna hold her open for me, Buck?” Steve questions, pulling back just a mere inch from your swollen clit before dipping his head back down, tongue licking a fat stripe through your folds before lust-blown blue orbs lift up to meet the ones behind you - you can feel Bucky’s hair, brushing against your cheek as he nods once, and your brows furrow in confusion. Surely he’s already holding you open, hands forcing your thighs so far apart that you can feel the burn in every inch of your body - and then he drops one of your thighs against the bed, metal hand trailing down to your cunt, and his fingers dip through your folds, spreading them apart and exposing your swollen clit further to the blonde between your legs. Steve adjusts himself, moving towards the side so he can press his face into your pussy without hitting Bucky’s fingers, and his tongue circles your clit once more.

You moan at the sight, nearly going cross eyed as you stare down at Steve. It’s so erotic, watching everything in your most sacred of areas, Bucky’s fingers and Steve’s face buried so intensely into your cunt you’re sure he can’t possibly breathe - he moans against your folds every so often, as though the act of giving you pleasure makes him feel just as good, and you don’t doubt it for a moment.

“Steve -” you gasp, back arching up, and Steve uses his hand around your wrist to force you back down onto the bed wordlessly - you drop pathetically back onto the duvet, a tear sliding down your cheek, and you can hear Bucky tut behind you, cold fingers slipping on the moisture coating your folds. “Steve - fuck -”

“Gonna cum, baby?” “Yes,” you breathe, hips bucking backwards into Bucky’s erection and he lets out a choked gasp into your ear, head falling back against the headboard with a loud thud that rings through the room. “Yes, need to - please -”

Steve pulls away, then - you cry out at the loss of warmth between your legs - and his nose nudges Bucky’s fingers, prompting the soldier behind you to take the cue to dip his metal digits into your cunt, the cold thickness stretching you out until you’re preening at the sensation. “Think she’s been a good girl? Think she should cum, Buck?”

You want to scream at the pause between the question and Bucky’s answer - he hums for a moment, as though in deep thought, fingers buried down to the knuckle inside of you and body practically leaning over yours so his metal arm can reach, brushing the sweet spot inside of you that makes your vision go fuzzy. He takes too fucking long, Steve’s grasp on your wrist pressed to your tummy the only thing keeping your hips from bucking up to force pressure into your cunt, before he finally says, “You’ve been good for us, haven’t you?”

“Yes!” you practically squeal as his fingers pull out hardly an inch before pumping back in, curling upwards again to hit your G-spot. “Yes, please, been so good, Bucky -”

“Cum for us, sweetie -”

You hardly wait for him to finish his sentence when Steve lowers his lips to your clit, wrapping around the bud and sucking until his cheeks hollow out, and your hips jerk desperately into his face as the waves of euphoria rack through your body, tearing a desperate sob from your throat as Bucky thrusts his fingers in and out of you, nearly hitting the side of Steve’s face in his haste to get you off, and he’s doing a damn good job at it - your hips jut into his back as you cum into their mouth and fingers, stuttering groans leaving your mouth one after another.

Steve’s mouth never leaves your clit - not even when your hips thrash against his mouth and you tear your hands free of his grasp to dig into his hair, attempting to stop his ministrations on your clit but he refuses - your folds drip wetness into his waiting mouth and he laps it up like a man dying of thirst, Bucky’s fingers lazily thrusting in and out of you as his chest rises and falls against your back, dropping your other thigh to hook an arm around your torso and hold you close to him.

Hold her down, Steve had told him, and he seems more than content to oblige with the order, whispering loving nothings in your ear that you can’t bring yourself to understand, words coming through as nothing more than incoherent babble to your brain muddled with the pressure to cum already building in your core again -

“Oh,” you whimper, heels digging into the mattress as Steve’s tongue laps over your folds and Bucky’s finger before settling on your clit again, flicking the nub over and over until you feel yourself fucking burst - “oh, fuck!”

It’s entirely more intense than the first one, Steve’s teeth nibbling at your clit as you topple over the edge like a row of dominoes - fire shoots through every limb, every crevice of your body until you’re shaking, tears streaming out of the corners of your eyes and trickling down to your jawline. Your thighs tense, a high pitched cry piercing the air of the room as the aftershocks overtake your body, leaving you trembling into Bucky’s grasp as Steve pulls off your clit with a pop.

“That’s good,” Bucky whispers into your ear, pulling his metal fingers out of you once the shaking rolling through your body has come to a relative halt - through your blurred vision you can see Steve take the digits in his mouth, licking them clean eyes rolling up to meet Bucky’s, and he groans softly. “Good girl.”

Steve leaves one last kiss to your swollen clit before moving up your body, and you’re quick to lean forward, wrapping a quivering arm around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss - it’s rough and biting, teeth clashing together and his tongue swiping into your mouth without a moment for you to catch your breath, and when he pulls away his breathing is noticeably heavier than before. 

“Yeah, you’re good for us,” he tells you, bringing a hand up to stroke at the soft skin of your cheek before pulling it back and smacking it back down - it’s not hard, not by a long shot, but it’s enough to draw another whimper from your throat at the soft sting. “On your knees.”

Your legs feel shaky but you manage to push yourself to your knees, resting your arms around Steve’s shoulders to hold yourself up as Bucky shuffles behind you, slotting his hips against your ass so you can feel his bulge through his boxers - he grinds himself into your ass, sliding his arms around your waist just as Steve tugs his own boxers down, fist lazily pumping his cock as you watch him.

“You know what?” the blonde murmurs after a moment of you watching him, your cunt throbbing in need. “Think I’m gonna take your throat.”

You whine at that as Steve pulls away abruptly, leaving you nearly collapse onto your stomach but Bucky’s arm around your stomach mercifully holds you up, practically manhandling you as he turns you around, shoving you onto your back with your head nearly dangling off the bed as he crawls up your body, leaving lingering kisses on the smooth expanses of skin exposed to him. Large hands force your thighs open, pushing his hips in between your legs, and you whimper as his cock rubs against your overstimulated clit, even through the fabric of his boxers -

Steve stands beside the bed, smoothing his fingers through your matted hair as you come face to face with his cock, throbbing red and leaking precum down the sides, and your mouth practically waters at the sight - then Bucky’s pulling his own boxers down, swollen tip of his dick sliding through your sodden folds wettened from the aftermath of two orgasms. You push your thighs farther apart, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out for Steve and he grins down at you, the expression looking less joyful and more downright smug and don’t you love seeing him like this? All dominant and intense, like he could control you if he pleased, and he does please -

His cock shoves forward into your throat at the same moment Bucky sheathes himself inside of your cunt fully, and a choked cry forces its way out of your mouth, reverberating through Steve’s body until he lets out a strangled grunt. Your nose brushes against the trimmed hair at his pelvis, hollowing your throat to take him in the best you can, and his grip on your hair tightens as leverage to hold you onto him.

“Oh - oh, shit,” Bucky gasps, the noise stuttered and breathy, and the hands on your thigh move up to squeeze your waist, grasp tough and bruising against your skin. “Fuck, fuck -”

You gag around Steve as he finally pulls out of your mouth, leaving just the tip on your tongue, and you swirl it around him - he drops his head back with a groan and when he speaks, his words are shallow, controlled - “Feels good, Buck?”

“So good, Stevie -” Bucky thrusts himself out of you before pushing back in, cunt stretching around his girth and your eyes roll back at the coil of pleasure already building in your lower stomach as his pace picks up, hips working faster and faster until the sound of skin slapping skin nearly overpowers your desperate mixture of moans and cries -

Nearly. Not completely.

Steve tugs at your hair and you remember your job to suck him off and you let him push your head forward, lips wrapping around his girth and tongue flattening to lap at the thick vein on the underside - his resulting groan is immediate, is desperate, and your urge to smile is only thwarted by Bucky’s metal hand pressing to your clit as his hips slam against yours.

Your hips jerk against his, pressure on the most sensitive point of your body making your eyes roll back once more as Steve’s cock slides in and out of your throat, both hands buried tight in your hair until there’s nothing else you can do than just take both of them - you bring your hands from their spot clutching the duvet to your tits, shaking fingertips kneading at your peaked nipples, and you’re not sure if the needy whine that emits from Bucky’s throat is due to his cock slamming into your pussy or from the sight of you toying with your boobs, but either one is reasonable, you decide.

It takes hardly a moment to work the three of you into a rhythm, but when you get it, it’s perfect - Bucky thrusts into you, filling you up so deep you swear you can feel him in every crevice of your body, and once he pulls out Steve pushes himself into your mouth, tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat just to hear you gag around him. Every once in a while, though, there’s a stutter in the pattern, and both men pull out to ram into your cunt and mouth at the same time, and the three of you cry out in unison.

Bucky’s flesh hand moves to your thigh, pushing it up so far that your knee nearly touches your chest and the burn only heightens the pleasure he’s giving you as he hits the sweet spot buried deep in your cunt over and over like he’s memorized exactly where it is - and surely he has - they know your body better than you do, sometimes - know just how to make you scream. Metal fingers tweak at your clit and your hips grind up into his, pushing him deeper and deeper into you, and you moan around Steve’s dick.

“I’m gonna cum,” Bucky groans, hips slowing deliberately in pace but it’s still fast enough to make your head spin - Steve moves one hand to your face, grabbing your chin and holding you in place with his cock still halfway down your throat. “Fuck - want me to fill you up, sweetie?”

You nod.

“Tell me,” he insists, and your eyes squeeze shut as you exhale through your nose. “Want me to fill you up?”

Steve pulls out until only the tip of his length rests in your mouth, and you swallow thickly before saying, words a desperate sob, “Please - please cum in me, Bucky, baby, please - fill me up -”

“Good girl,” the brunette between your thigh grunts, squeezing your clit harshly and your back arches, Steve slipping his cock all the way back in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and you gag around him as he moans. “Good - fuckin’ - girl -”

With a few more harsh thrusts into your pussy Bucky’s hips halt, pressed taut to yours, filling you to the brim, and his head drops backwards, lips parting with a drawn out, silent scream before he fully cries out, and you feel his ribbons of cum in your cunt - the warmth filling you up is enough to snap the coil building in your abdomen and you sob around Steve as you cum onto Bucky, core clenching around him like a vise as he holds you to him. 

“Yes, yes -” Bucky’s voice sounds far away as your muscles go lax, collapsing like putty onto the bed with the grasps on your head and your hips the only thing grounding you to Earth - “yes, takin’ me so fuckin’ good -”

It’s then that Steve gives one last thrust, deep in your throat, and his grip on your chin forces you to look up at him, meeting his stern eyes and he’s so close you can see it reflected in his orbs - they’re dark, pupils wide, and you whimper. “Don’t swallow,” he whispers, tone sounding similar to that of a hiss, and you nod. “Don’t swallow a single drop.”

Your head bobs up and down as Steve’s hand pumps up and down the base of his cock, his cry strangled and needy when he finally releases into your mouth - he cums in spurts onto your tongue and you keep it stuck out for him, trying to resist the overwhelming desire to swallow everything he’s given you but he looks so proud of you when he’s finished and every drop still rests on your tongue and you prefer that look of admiration over the taste, really.

“Kiss her, Buck -”

And Bucky doesn’t have to be told twice, both hands moving to your neck and pulling you up so vigorously your head is spinning when he crashes his lips to yours. His tongue slips into your mouth and you part your lips for him, cum dribbling out of the sides of your mouth and he laps it up like a dying man, palms pressed to your tits. You can see the bob of his throat when he swallows everything you’ve forced into his mouth and you swallow the rest, parting your lips from him with a gasp, practically heaving for air in the bedroom that suddenly feels humid, smelling of sex and cum and desire and remarkably like your two boys themselves.

Steve collapses onto the bed first. He grabs for Bucky, tugging him into his chest and you sit on your knees for a moment, simply watching them - they fall into tandem with each other like they were made for it, and maybe they were, Steve’s face nuzzling into Bucky’s back and you’re never surprised by the sudden vulnerability of your captain immediately after sex. The first time you’d joined them you’d suspected he was embarrassed but you don’t think he is 

He’s in love.

It’s a sweet thought.

Bucky wraps his metal hand around your wrist and pulls you down to him, his chin resting on top of your head as you press your cheek to his sweaty chest, feeling his arm wrap around your back. He’s silent, using his foot to kick the comforter up from where it’s been shoved to the bottom of the bed, and when it’s far enough up Steve reaches down to pull it over the three of you, drowning you in its warmth even though you’re not feeling quite cold anymore.

“I don’t know,” you say, after a moment of silence, voice muffled against Bucky’s chest. “It feels like I’m the only one getting ganged up on, nowadays.”

They laugh at that, Bucky’s flesh palm smoothing up and down your back. “You asked for it,” Steve tells you, and you shrug.

“Still.” You move to rest your chin on Bucky’s chest, and he nearly goes cross eyed to meet your eyes as he looks down at you. “Maybe, one of these days, we could tie Stevie up. Have our way with him.”

“He’d love that,” Bucky muses, and you can practically hear Steve rolling his eyes.

“Yeah - right after a mission, when he’s all wound up -”

“Hey,” Steve warns, and you smile.

“I don’t think there are restraints strong enough for those muscles, anyway,” you murmur, and Bucky smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

You fall into silence again, and after a couple of minutes you hear Steve’s soft snoring, followed by Bucky’s, until you’re the last awake between the three of you. They’re rightfully exhausted, surely getting little to no sleep over the weekend - you like hearing how peaceful they sound when they’re resting, even after fucking you so silly you were practically crying.

You smile as you bury your face into Bucky’s chest. Shit, maybe Fury was right - maybe they do balance each other out, a bit.