#sleepy steve rogers

[hainethehero]

Steve likes soft, baby blue things.

Bucky got him a Peter Rabbit stuffie because Steve absolutely loved The Tale of Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter as a child and even into adulthood.

Steve loves being swaddled by his powder blue blanket. He doesn't go anywhere around the Tower without it.

His Daddies often dress him up in soft blue lace & put cute little blue bows in his hair.

Steve is a sleepy babie all the time- well, when he's not being Captain America. And even when he's Captain America, he can't help but snooze after a mission.

All tuckered out after fighting bad guys.

[dam-bluecookies]

BEFORE VOTING REMEMBER WE ARE TALKING ABOUT HIM

HE FOUGHT NAZIS OKAY

[writeyourdarlings]

missing my babygirl

[romanestuffsposts]

Possible Drabble of you go to work with them and they end up staying later than expected? They fall asleep on the couch. Sickening sweet fluff 🥺❤️

Hi there love! Thank you for the request. I hope you like how I turned it 💜

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Warnings : clingy, paci, sleepy, fluff, pet names

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : ⬆️⬆️

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"Finish your niggets, baby. We'll leave after" Your Daddy says and you nod tearing your gaze away from your Papa who is walking around the room with a phone against his ear. You pick up the fork but instead of eating, you give it to your Daddy.

He looks away from Steve and gazes the fork "you want me to feed you, little one ?" he asks and you nod. He gets up from across the table and sits on the seat beside you. He pulls your chair closer to him making you giggle from the funny movement.

"Open your pretty mouth" he says bringing the fork to your lips. You open your lips and keep your gaze on the fork with the food until you can't see it anymore. You Daddy smiles and praises you when you swallow the little nuggets

You swing your legs and smile looking up at him. He can't help but benches over to kiss your little nose at your adorable form.

"We need to go Buck, we'll be late for the afternoon" Steve sighs ending his phone call. You look up at your Papa with a pout "But Papa I eat"

He looks down at you before kneeling infront of you "I know, sweetness. But Daddy and I need to go back to work. You can stay in the office and Daddy or me will come to you as much as we can"

Bucky frowns "Steve we can't leave her" Both of them don't like when they have to take you to work with them. When you come with them it means you'll have to stay alone at one point and they absolutly hate it

"We don't have a choice, Buck" Steve says taking you in his arms "You'll play in uncle Tony office ? Would you like that, baby ?" he asks walking toward the office. You nod happily "big woom fow my dolls" you say giggling

Steve smiles "yes, you can create a big city for your dolls in the big room. We'll try to be quick but we really need to go, i'm sorry, baby" He says putting you down on the ground

"Is oki" You say and he smiles thanking you for your understanding.

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Your head turns to the doors when they open. You smile when you see your Daddy walking in the office. He walks toward you before kneeling infront of you "How are you doing, beautiful ?" he asks and you look down at your dolls "I sad, Daddy" You pout and he frowns "Why's that ?" his fingers sliding down your hair

" 'cause my dolls awe awguing" You pout looking up at him. He quietly sighs in relief "Aww baby, You know arguments are quickly over, maybe it's a misunderstanding and you can help them"

"When awe we go home ?" You ask changing the subject and this time, Your Daddy sighs louder. He knews there was something else "I don't know, little one. I hope soon but I can't tell. We need to take care of something important" he tilts his head looking at you. You look down at your dolls and nod

Bucky's heart hurts knowing that you don't want to be here anymore. It's been too much time that you're here now and you're getting bored and wanted to go home, you want to be with your Daddies, spending the evening with them, not with your dolls who are arguing

"Here" he hands you a bottle of water "I took this for you in case you're thirsty" he kisses you temple "sank you, Daddy" you whisper taking the bottle. You take a sip and Your Daddy praises you "that's my good girl" he smiles "can you stop pouting, please ? we're trying our best to be quick and I don't want to go back to work knowing that you're sad"

You nod but that doesn't get ride of your pouty face. Your Daddy sighs and takes your naked feet on his laps, he starts to rub them trying to get your attention "pretty, please ?" he sighs "we don't like it either but we have to"

"You said you wew home all day" You quietly say and your Daddy nods "I know, sweets. I know we said that we were home all day but there was an emergency here and we had to come" he says but you don't look at him so he tries something else "you know how sad you are when your dolls are arguing ? How you don't like it and how you want to take care of it so you all can play together again ?" he asks and you nod "well that's how we felt and that's why we need to work on that. We want and need to take care of people. Do you understand how important it is and how we are feeling ?’’

Bucky hopes that you can understand now. Knowing yourself how it feel. He often explained things to you with example of little probleme you have to compare theirs so you can understand easier

You nod again and this time the pout on your face soften. Your Daddy smiles "thank you, beautiful" he benches to kiss your toes making you giggle "I'll have to go but we'll be back soon, baby. I promise" He says patting your legs. He grabs your cheeks and brings his face closer to yours "will you be good for your Daddies ?"

You nod "I pwomise Daddy"

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Steve sighs, his head backward toward the ceiling of the elevator "I can't fucking do it anymore" Bucky looks up from his phone "I know. It's hard to be a hero" he teases trying to calm his husband. Steve snorts shaking his head

They step out of the elevator and start walking down the hallway to the office "I don't say that really often but i'm exhausted" Steve adds and Bukcy gives him a sweet smile "I know, we'll be at home soon" He reassures him with his hand on his back, caressing it up and down

Steve opens the door of the office and lets Bucky steps inside first. "Aww, our sweet baby" Bucky says smiling as he gazes you on the ground. Your head is resting on the couch and your dolls are still in your hands. Your breathing is calm and your body is relax against the soft sofa. The hard floor under your butt doesn't bother you as your mind is in a sleepy mode

"we need to woke her up" Steve says walking behind Bucky. Bucky nods and slides his fingers against your cheek "Baby," You move your head whimpering "we'll go home" he adds and you nod with your eyes close. While Steve puts your shoes back on, Bucky slides your jacket on your arms

They now make their way to the car, with you holding both of their hands. You yawn just as you reach the car. You don't enjoy the dark outside the window like you usually do, instead you concentrate on the back of your daddies head, you listen the silence who is in the car and you think about your evening with your daddies. What you'll do, what you'll watch, what story they'll read you at bedtime.

You know it's almost your bedtime but they won't ever let you go to sleep without eating and without cuddles with a story. Maybe you won't watch the tv but at least you will be comfy and warm between them

"Papa" You call from behind the car. His eyes change from the road to the mirror "what is it, sweetness ?" Bucky looks behind him and lets his gaze fall on you

"Can I dwink an appe juce with dinnew ?" you ask swinging your legs. Bucky chuckles and turns his body back toward the road. He turns his face to Steve with a coky smile. Steve shakes his head trying to hide his smile "Well, you were good today and you were patient so yes you can have one glass of apple juice" he nods winking at you in the mirror before looking back at the road

You smile happily and swing your legs harder from happiness. Bucky smiles at your reaction before going back in his talk with Steve.

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"Can I do my dwink myswelf ?" You ask once your daddies open the front door. Steve chuckles and nods his head "your plastic cup is on the counter where you can see it. Be careful" he pats your head and you run to the kitchen while your daddies puts their jacket on the wall and their shoes beside the front door.

Bucky sighs and grabs your shoes who are on the ground. You didn't took the time to rest them correctly so much you were excited to do your drink yourself

They walk toward the couch and fall on it immediatly. They hear you mumbling to yourself about the things you're doing, making them smile at each other at how sweet you are

You close the fridge with the juice in your hands. You pull out your tongue as you concentrate yourself at not spill the juice when you pour it in your plastic cup. You smile proudly when not one drop is beside your cup

Your daddies will be so proud of you

You grab your cup with two hands and walk slowly to the couch, still with your tongue out of your lips.

"Daddy, Papa loot" you say happily. You walk infront of them and when you look up, you see them with their eyes close, drooling on the soft couch of the living room.

You smile at your exhausted daddies and slide yourself between them. You quietly grab the remote and start a cartoons with a coky smile on your lips

It's gonna be a great evening...

...Well, until they woke up

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Hi Amber, would you please write few lines for Bodyguard Steve and reader for 31. “I understand wanting to get things done, but please don’t pull anymore all-nighters, babe.  You need to sleep.”

Ahhh, a first for me. I hope you like it.

"I promise it will be done soon. Tomorrow afternoon at the latest." You promised your best friend on the phone. Somehow you insisted you could help make her wedding dress, your designer roots unable to resist the challenge.

Now the deadline was coming up faster than you could anticipate and you had to make it just right.

Better than just right, this had to be the most beautiful creation you have ever made, your best friend deserved your finest work. With a goodbye and I love you on the phone, you set it down, staring at the nearly done dress.

Your mind was buzzing tiredly, your eyes feeling heavy. But your heart soared as you looked at your creation. A beautiful ethereal piece, you were sure your friend would see the heavy influences you added of her favorite fae character from a series of books she loved as much as life itself.

A woman worthy of a court of night, glittering with falling stars.

You felt warm hands slide over your tense shoulders as your bodygaurd but now lover come join you. Steve looked over your shoulder at your creation before dropping a gentle brush of his lips against your shoulder. "It is your finest piece Sweetheart."

Your heart beat quicker at the praise, sending a thrill through your chest. "It is almost finished, I just have to sew in a few finishing touches."

"Tomorrow?" Steve asked gently, not exactly a demand, but you could tell he was purposely making it a question for you.

"But I'm really that close to finishing." You twisted into his arms to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "And tomorrow you have to take me to her house so she can try it on and I can make sure it fits properly."

Steve arched a brow in doubt that you would actually have to make any changes. "Baby, you are falling asleep on your feet. I understand wanting to get things done, but please don’t pull any more all-nighters, babe.  You need to sleep. I also promised your father to look after you, that means your mental well-being too." You rolled your eyes at him, making him narrow his in return.

You loved your bodyguard, but he could be bossy. You glanced one more time at the dress, calculating your time management. Of course, you could slip out of bed if you could untangle from around Steve and come finish. Plus you were tired, you could feel the ache now to close your eyes.

"Take me away, protect me from myself." You gave a little jump, Steve catching you while your legs wrapped around his waist and you were rewarded with the most brilliant smile from him.

"Gladly."

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[captainsophiestark]

Do Not Disturb

Steve Rogers x Reader

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Written for Man With A Plan Bingo 2022! @manwithaplanbingo​

Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Cuddles

Summary: Steve's exhausted and a little run down with the hero business lately. Thankfully, he has Y/N to come home to and cuddle with. And they're not going to let ANYBODY interrupt what little rest Steve gets.

Word Count: 1,054

Category: Fluff

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I flipped to the next page of my book, trying to block out the noise and focus on the story as someone came into the living room. I'd been trying to finish the newest book in my favorite series for a while, and I'd decided to do so on the couch in the living room of Avengers Tower. If I wanted to be confident no one would disturb my reading, I would've stayed in my room, but I wanted to venture out of my cave for a little bit, and most people were training or on missions, so it felt likely that no one would bother me.

Apparently, I was wrong. Someone flopped down onto the couch right next to me with a heavy sigh. I wouldn't have set down my book, except I recognized that sigh. It was my boyfriend, Steve Rogers, sounding more exhausted than he usually ever let people see.

I bookmarked my page and set my book aside, then turned to Steve. He had bags under his eyes and looked like he was about to pass out, right where he was. Usually, he was a pretty upbeat person, but clearly something was weighing on him today.

"Hey babe," I said, shifting on the couch so I was facing Steve. "What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. It's just... the job's wearing on me a little more than usual."

"What do you mean?" I asked, shuffling a little closer and putting a hand on his arm. Steve didn't look at me, just kept staring holes in the ground.

"I've been running around putting out fires and getting the shit kicked out of me for days. I don't think I've slept more than a few twenty-minute naps in... four days?"

"Oh my gosh, Steve!" I cried, wrapping one arm around him and pulling him into me. His head landed on my chest, and slowly, he leaned the rest of his weight against me.

"I'm just so tired," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. I pursed my lips, but didn't say anything. I hated seeing him like this, and I hated what this job did to him sometimes. But at the end of the day, he loved it. Nothing would ever convince him to give it up.

I pulled Steve a little closer as I gently stroked his hair. I could feel him focusing on taking deep breaths and staying calm, so I slowly leaned back until we were reclined on the couch, Steve on top of me with his head on my chest.

"I'm so sorry you've had such a bad stretch of days," I mumbled, wrapping myself around him tightly. He just hummed in response. I kept running my hands through his hair, trying to help him relax and make him feel safe despite everything he'd gone through.

After a few minutes, I felt the tension fade out of Steve's body. His breathing evened out, and I quickly realized he'd fallen asleep.

I smiled to myself. About damn time he got some rest.

We stayed like that for a long time, and I'd just started to drift off myself when I heard footsteps and loud voices coming up from the training room. I turned to glare at the doorway whoever it was would have to come through, trying to move as little as possible so I didn't disturb Steve.

After a few seconds, Tony and Bruce appeared, chatting away about some science project or other they were working on. They stopped short when they saw me, and Tony opened his mouth (probably to ask why I was glaring), but he stopped short when I put my finger to my mouth in an aggressive shushing gesture.

They both gave me questioning looks, so I pointed sharply at Steve, who by some miracle was still passed out on top of me. He must've really been exhausted to sleep through the noise and activity no matter how hard I'd been trying to limit it.

Bruce and Tony tiptoed over until they got close enough to see Steve. Bruce nodded and clearly understood why he needed to be quiet. Tony got an evil gleam in his eye.

"Hey!" I hissed, smacking him in the arm to get him to look at me. Our eyes locked, and I slowly shook my head, giving him a stare that promised death and pain if he acted on whatever idea was clearly bouncing around in his head.

I could literally see the gears turning in Stark's head as he weighed his options. Bruce put a hand on his shoulder and nodded towards the lab, giving Tony another activity to do other than messing with my boyfriend, which I appreciated. Still, it took Tony a minute to consider. And I didn't let up with my stare once during that minute.

Fortunately for Steve, although I wasn't as involved in the superhero business as I used to be, I'd proven time and time again that I could hang with the assassins in our group skill-wise, which made me a dangerous enemy if someone in the Tower chose to piss me off.

After a little bit more considering, Tony seemed to remember this, and my history in the training room and on the battlefield won out. He rolled his eyes and huffed, but turned and headed for the lab instead of waking up Steve. Bruce smiled, giving me a wave as he headed off with Tony. I waved back and watched the two men disappear, then went back to gently stroking Steve's hair.

Absolutely nobody was going to get in the way of him getting some much needed rest if I had anything to say about it. The two of us were too comfortable, and cuddling on the couch was too rare to shorten it any more than we absolutely had to.

Maybe one day, when the younger generation of superheroes were ready to take over, Steve and I could relax and retire and do this more often. But for now, I was going to take every moment I could get.

[muensterfucker]

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[pandagirl45]

Tony:

Steve: tony... Tony!

Tony: *passes on the meeting table snoring*

Bruce: right *gets a pillow out passing out too*

Steve: Bruce! Nat help-

Natasha: *asleep in a hammock*

Steve: when did you get a hammock!?

[turtle-steverogers]

steve is like a cat. if he falls asleep on you, you’re legally not allowed to move or bucky will send you a death glare across the room

[somanywords]

steve waking up around ten, squinty-eyed and fluffy-headed, rolled up in the blankets like a burrito, and bucky, in the kitchen with breakfast made and the radio on and laundry done and god knows what else laughing fondly at him before jumping back in bed beside him to kiss him awake

[angryandanonymous]

Hey Tony, you weren't at breakfast this morning so I -

[lucifersgoodboyinheaven]

How many ehm non-con fics does it take to make this slut tick?

Well...one to be exact...a very hot Steve Rogers fic to be even more precise.

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀

kinktober day 001 | CW!wanda x beefy!avenger!reader

after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed.

cont. mild non-con, vaginal fingering, begging, daddy kink

word count. 1390

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"Fucking arrogant men and their fragile masculinities," you grumble in frustration, forcefully ramming the keys into the keyhole and unlocking the door.

It had been another hellish day of dealing with Tony Stark and Steve Rogers’ clashing personalities. The result of their foolishness meant a mission going haywire and taking about seven more hours than it should’ve.

As expected, you were pissed off. You shrug off your leather jacket, revealing a tight-fitting tactical suit, and then you kick off your shoes. Trudging up the stairs with your mind still in a fit of hazy anger, forcing open the door to your bedroom–

Seeing your pretty girl half-naked on your bed and deep in slumber.

You physically feel your chest relax, shoulders drooping as you exhale slowly. The burning heat that was fury subsides and the smaller flames burn in a different kind of lustful way.

Wanda was asleep in one of your old SHIELD shirts, which was about three sizes too big for her. Her cute, stiff nipples were poking through the fabric that was tight around her big chest, and the addition of tiny sleeping shorts made her all the more tempting.

"Bunny," you whisper, quietly crawling onto the bed, scared to ruin the serene silence.

Along the way, you unzip your tactical suit and toss it into a forgotten corner of the room, leaving you in just a pair of black boxer briefs and a sports bra. You puff out a breath of hot air as you slide into bed with Wanda, dragging the sheets over the two of you as your arms envelop your smaller girlfriend.

The little witch was the small spoon nearly all the time, not that you were complaining. You revelled in the feeling of enveloping Wanda in your arms, protecting her and keeping her safe.

Of course you also enjoyed the other benefits of having your hands so close to your girlfriend’s chest.

Wanda lets out sleepy little noises as she unconsciously shifts closer into your embrace, evidently still fast asleep with the slow rising and falling of her chest.

Her head fits under yours like a satisfying puzzle piece, her head of brown hair tucked under your jaw like it was meant to be. You lean down in the slightest to inhale her sweet scent of lavender soap, pressing a soft kiss on her head afterwards.

You can feel your residing anger gradually fading away, but the tension is still written between the lines and you can’t seem to erase them: in the furrowing of your brows or your tightened grip, in your uneven breaths or your racing mind.

Eventually, your hands creep up Wanda’s shirt, seeking that stress relief like it was second nature.

“Fuck,” you curse quietly, upon actively feeling Wanda’s lack of a bra, rough hands meeting soft mounds that you so loved to caress.

Today is no different, with you kneading her breasts, perhaps even a little rougher than usual. 

Fat spills from your fingers as your greedy hands seek more, the tips of your fingers pulling at her hardened buds. A low rumble sounds in your chest at the cute, affected noise Wanda lets out. 

However, she remains asleep, and you’re free to do whatever you please.

Soon enough, your mouth seeks out the sensation of warm skin, and your teeth find solace in the column of her porcelain neck. Leaving love-bites in different shades of red across Wanda’s skin, she stirs in your grasp, squirming slightly.

Your movements never cease. In fact, you get more eager at the prospect of your girlfriend waking up to such a dirty sight: you greedily groping her tits with your crotch pressed flush against her ass.

“Need you so bad, bunny,” you grunt, knowing Wanda can’t hear you, but having the criminal urge to voice out all the perverse things you were going to do to her.

Smoothly, one of your hands glide down the expanse of her torso and beyond the hem of her sleeping shorts. You’re met with the lace of a pair of panties — but nothing turns you on more than the growing wet spot you find that covers Wanda’s pretty little cunt.

“You’re so needy for me even in your sleep, hm, baby?” you ask heatedly, your other hand remaining up her shirt to massage her tits. It had been too long without having her like this, and you craved to memorise every crease of her lithe figure before your next mission.

Impatiently, you rub your fingers on that wet spot on Wanda’s panties, the growing slick making your fingers wet through the fabric. Your girlfriend emits little cries of discomfort at your unending teasing, turning in her sleep as your hand forcefully enters the threshold of her panties.

“Fuck, bunny,” you growl into her neck, two fingers finding her wet heat and then plunging inside.

It’s the sensation of your thick fingers pushing into her slick cunt that has Wanda awakening with a start.

“Y/N!” Wanda gasps out, high-pitched and breathy. You can imagine her eyes darting around the darkened room, only to register your vice grip around her body, one hand up her shirt and the other down her pants.

“Shh, bunny, go back to sleep,” you say, low and inviting. Wanda’s too sleepy to discern the affected tone of your voice.

“C-can’t sleep when y-you’re touching me,” she whimpers, velvet walls clenching the thick length of your fingers. She’s squirming so much in your grasp, but you’re so much stronger physically and she can’t get out of it.

“Sorry, bunny,” you lie easily, fingers still exploring her tight little cunt. “Five minutes, kay?”

Wanda lets out an incoherent whine when your finger brushes against a sensitive spot. “Too tired, Daddy,” she answers, adorably sleepily.

Yet, Wanda’s body instinctively attempts to arch off the bed when you harshly tug at her nipple, rigid to your touch. “Oh,” she moans, legs spreading wider unconsciously.

“So fuckin’ needy,” you repeat, your left hand thrusting deeper into her tight cunt. Your mouth is now on the juncture of her neck and her shoulder, a quickly purpling bruise making its mark. “Fuck, baby, let me make you cum, okay?”

Wanda tries to protest, the stimulation already too much for her partially unconscious body, but you take her shallow pants as a ‘yes’ and slide in another finger.

Wanda mewls at the intrusion, the familiar feeling of a tightening knot in her lower stomach making itself known. “Daddy,” she whimpers helplessly, fingernails clawing at your iron-hard forearm packed with muscle.

“Yes, bunny?” you pant, moving your three fingers in tight little circles, Wanda’s slick coating them. You were trapped in a headspace of lust, only aiming to make your pretty little girlfriend squirt all over the sheets.

“Please?” Wanda begs mindlessly, her desperate tone making your head spin. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for anymore; maybe it was for you to stop, or maybe it was for you to bring her to a long-awaited high.

“Mhm,” You take her plea as the latter, harshly curling your three fingers inside her tight pussy, your other hand flicking at her rubied nipple. Just like that, and Wanda lets out a choked noise of pleasure as she cums. 

Your grip on her never lightens as Wanda throws her head back onto your shoulder, thrashing as wave after wave of an orgasm washes over her body. Her fingernails dig crescent-shaped imprints into your forearm.

“My pretty girl,” you whisper, fingers continuing in slow rocking motions so Wanda can ride out her high. Her body is too warm under the sheets, lightning-sensitivity overtaking her body, but Wanda feels if she leaves your grasp she’d simply melt into nothingness.

You listen as the erratic breathing of your girlfriend gradually evens out. “Still tired?” you ask, the low husk of your voice raising goosebumps along the shell of Wanda’s ear. 

Wanda only uses both of her hands to drag your left hand back up her body and to her mouth. Grinding her ass into your crotch, her pretty lips wrap around your fingers and suck, suck her own juices off your fingers and into her mouth.

That’s all the confirmation you need before flipping the two of you over, pressing your body weight into Wanda’s front.

It was going to be a long night.

so... how do we feel about day 1 of kinktober??

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[myfictionaldreams]

Day 1: Pegging - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: Steve had once instructed Bucky how to pleasure you, but what happens when you’re the one being given the instructions?

(this is basically part 2.5 to my fic 'Steve's Birthday Wish') Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome f/m/m, polyamorous, pegging, strap-on, size kink, dom/sub, pet names, scratching, kissing, handjob, blowjob, anal fingering, anal, vaginal sex, creampie, praise kink

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Steve Rogers, the leader of the Rogers Mafia, the most renowned organisation throughout Brooklyn, was a highly inquisitive gang member. He had to be in his line of work to continue deceiving the cops or work with people who were so dangerous he didn’t dare to even blink more than necessary whilst in their presence.

Due to the threatening line of work, Steve had to be prepared for anything, making quick decisions to protect his friends, family and business in the heat of the moment. Over time, this could strain him, verging on feeling burnt out; therefore, he needed others to cling to and help unwind, where you and Bucky would always thrive.

However, it wasn’t so much that Steve would lie down and expect the two of you to care or pleasure him; it was quite the opposite. His ideas usually consisted of kinky scenarios you would never even dream of thinking about.  For example, the only reason Bucky was in the relationship now was that Steve had suggested that his second-in-command fuck his girlfriend whilst following his instructions with where to touch you. Never would the thought have crossed your mind to include Bucky in a sexual situation as not only was he your bodyguard but Steve’s best friend, but now, the three of you were inseparable, and you couldn’t imagine it any other way.

This all leads to a dark autumn night, the leaves covering the ground in a sea of burnt orange and brown shades, the sun having set hours ago over the tall Brooklyn buildings as the weather changes. These earlier nights, however, did nothing to stop Steve with his intense working schedule, and neither did it for Bucky, as they both had been in the office at your home for hours on end. Even as you wished them a good night did neither man stop to have a break; only when Bucky glanced at the clock and saw that it was nearing midnight did he mutter that he was going to join you in bed, kissing Steve’s temple tenderly and murmuring for him not to be long. He all but collapsed into bed, only just managing to strip down to his boxers before wrapping his body around yours, his metal arm sliding beneath your head as the other cocooned around your chest and hand resting over your heart, his face nuzzling into the back of your neck as the feeling of your heartbeat lulled him into a deep sleep.

Sometime later, you found yourself waking, detecting warmth behind you but not in front, which felt unnerving and like something was missing, which happened to be Steve. Carefully reaching across the bed, you grasped your phone and clicked the button to see the time was nearing 3 a.m. and still no sign of your blonde boyfriend.

“Is he still working?” Bucky’s voice croaked, startling you, having not realised he had woken from your slight movement.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go and find him”, you respond whilst untangling your limbs from his. Bucky sighed away, the sleep still settled heavily in his body, before following you, not bothering to pull on any clothes as you’d stolen his oversized shirt from where it lay on the floor. It took only seconds to walk across the hall and find Steve in the same position as hours ago. Your voice was soft as you explained, “Steve, you can’t work 24 hours a day; you must sleep at some point. The bed’s getting so cold without you.” Your bottom lip pouted dramatically as you stood on the other side of his desk, looking at him with wide, sad eyes and fingers teasingly stroking the edge of the oak surface.

The corner of Steve’s lips turned up as he took in your sleepy appearance and then over to his just as tired boyfriend over your shoulder. “Is Bucky not keeping you warm?” he asked, his voice deep and full of jest.

Bucky rushed up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him as you squealed in surprise, “I’m doing a perfect job, actually”. You melted into the embrace, tilting your head to the side so he could dramatically kiss your cheek with an audible smooch noise.

The brunette man dropped into the leather chair behind him, pulling you with him. You laughed at the sudden movement but quickly righted your position to feel more comfortable, turning slightly so that your legs were slung over his lap, hands resting against his toned shoulder and face resting on his chest.

Steve watched you curiously, especially the skin of your bare legs as he rested his chin on his closed fist, the material of his black button-up shirt straining to keep his muscles contained. You noticed the look and gave him a flirtatious smile whilst reaching up to scratch your nails through Bucky’s buzzcut hair. “What’s going on that’s keeping you up for so long and can’t wait for the morning?”

Steve sighed and leaned back in his bulky leather chair, causing it to squeak under the strain of his massive muscular body. For once, Steve looked to be contemplating something and being careful how to phrase his words before explaining, “I’ve actually been thinking about you two and distracting myself with work”.

You could feel Bucky adjusting his position as he frowned, “What about us, Stevie?” His tone was calm, but you became more aware, fingers pausing with their idle distractions as your attention fixed completely on Steve.

“I’ve bought you both a present”, Steve simply explained, offering no further description and leaving you both with more questions than answers.

“Are you going to tell us, or will we forever remain in suspense?” Bucky drawled tiredly, his hand beginning to stroke a swirling pattern against your ticklish thigh.

You yawned from the comforting touch, leaning further into Bucky again, eyes feeling increasingly heavier with each passing second as you struggled to stay awake. 

Steve’s ocean-blue eyes flicked between his two lovers as he continued to be careful with his wording. “I’m not being upfront about the gift because I’m unsure if you’d be into it. Wait, let me rephrase that, Bucky, I know you’d be into it, and I sure as hell would be, but little miss Sleepy head over there is the one I’m not sure about”.

Your posture straightened as you pushed off Bucky’s chest to give Steve a toothy grin, “I’d be up for whatever you have bought us!” you say happily, being a people pleaser and automatically agreeing to it.

Steve smiled, knowing you’d already give this sort of response. “You don’t even know what it is yet, baby”, he laughs under his breath before reaching next to his chair and lifting the gift onto the desk.

A confused frown settled on your expression as you visually inspected the boxed gift. “You want to fuck me with a dildo? But you’ve both done that in the past anyway-” Steve’s shake of his head stopped your words.

The man then looked away from you towards Bucky and asked, “Do you remember the first time Bucky touched you? I want to do something similar, but I want you to touch Bucky while I tell you what to do. How does that sound?” His eyes flicked back to you, waiting for your answer.

“Good. It sounds good.” Your words came out with a rushed, warmed breath as your body heated from head to toe; all lingering exhaustion suddenly disappeared. You thought more on it; you were always the submissive one in the relationship, so at least Steve was still technically in charge of the fucking, but the thought of Bucky lying down with you pleasuring him in such an intimate and dominant way, him allowing you to fuck his body, would he even want that? Sitting in Bucky’s embrace, you turned your full attention to him. “How do you feel about it?”

The handsome smirk already displayed across his face was answer enough, but then he readjusted in his seat so that his half-hardening cock brushed against your lap. Bucky leaned his face closer to yours, confidently stating, “I’d want anything you’re willing to give me, mama”.

And this was how Steve’s latest idea had you standing in your bathroom at 3:30 am, completely naked and stepping into a harness as Steve crouched down to help you into it, tightening the straps until comfortable. You were surprised just how cosy it was as the straps wrapped around your hips and between your legs, resting over your cunt without irritation.

Looking down, you couldn’t help but giggle at seeing the dildo pointing out from between your legs. It was thick, probably the same thickness as Steve, which you had a secret suspicion was on purpose; it even had veins along the shafts and balls beneath. Almost on instinct, you gripped it, running your hand up and down just to feel what it was like, but then the searing gaze of Steve’s caught your eye as his hands rested on your thighs.

“Why does that turn me on so much?” Steve mumbled as he stood, dipping to kiss the pulse point on your neck. You lean into the touch, especially as his hands grasp your waist and pull you closer to his naked body, his cock already hard and flush against your abdomen. “I’m half tempted to just ask you to use it on me”, Steve suggested, leaning back to look down at your body to stare at the toy that rested against his thigh.

Before you could ponder over his words, he gently directed you back towards the bedroom where Bucky was naked and lying in the middle of the giant bed, his metal arm casually under his head as he waited for you both to return.

Bucky’s cock was already hard with anticipation and resting against his abdomen, red and visibly pulsing with desire. His eyes darted from your fake cock to Steve’s real one, a smile brightening his handsome face as he sat up on his elbows, announcing, “I can’t fucking wait for this”.

The warmth behind your back disappeared as Steve dragged a cushioned chair to the side of the bed, extending his arm towards Bucky to encourage you to approach your boyfriend. Bucky licked his lips, sitting up fully to help you climb onto the bed and straddle his lap, hands resting on his shoulders and the dildo awkwardly hitting Bucky’s chest as you hadn’t been careful where it was positioned.

You giggled, flustered, hiding your face behind your hair to avoid ruining the moment, but Bucky tilted your chin up so your eyes met his bright blue orbs. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me, Doll”.

The tension that you hadn’t realised was thick in your shoulders loosened as you relaxed further into his touch, fingers caressing his cheeks and gliding over his stubble as his cold and warm hand smoothed over your hips, pulling you closer over his thighs as your dildo brushed his cock. The two of you simultaneously turned towards Steve, waiting for instructions. Still, all he was doing was looking happily and lovingly at you both before he decided, “Kiss each other, make sure you tease him real good, Baby”.

You looked from one man to another and didn’t waste another second before pulling Bucky in for a heated kiss. Lips slid and massaged against each other as he tilted his head first, deepening and thrusting his tongue into your mouth to taste you, moaning as he did so. It was an automatic response to roll your hips and then brush your breasts against his chest, your nipples pebbling at the contact.

Then there were your fingers; you didn’t know where to touch him first because you wanted to touch him everywhere. But you remained on his face for a moment, over his cheek, his jaw, pulling him closer and holding him there before moving to other areas. Your nails scratched over his shoulders, careful not to irate the joining between his flesh and metal arm before running your fingers down each of his muscled arms, enjoying the contrast of the metal components and then the warmth from his muscles on the other arm.

You were loving every hitch of his breath against your mouth, the throb of his cock that brushed against your thigh, but then, Bucky was doing his own teasing. His large hands cupped your arse, massaging the cheeks and pulling you closer until there wasn’t a gap between your fronts. Both of you were grinding against each other, releasing sweet little moans to show how much you were adoring the other.

In fact, the two of you were getting so into it that the whole notion of the strap-on was a distant memory until Steve’s voice interrupted as he instructed, “Bucky, why don’t you touch her cock”.

You couldn’t feel anything at first because it was a sex toy, but then the harness straps tightened around your hips and between your legs, as Bucky's metal hand moved up and down your thick shaft. You broke the kiss, desperate to see the sight as you looked down between your bodies as he even brushed his thumb over the tip as if he was spreading the precum over the dildo. You were mesmerised, moving your hips in a way that the cock brushed into his circled fist.

Bucky was breathing heavily as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and then scraping his sharp, straight teeth against your pulse point, making your moans deepen in pitch, more wetness forming between your legs and soaking the harness strap.

It was a new form of erotism to see Bucky jerking off your fake cock, as if it was a real one; even though you had seen him doing the same movements to Steve, it still made you feel hot under the skin. Especially when you could see how much he was being turned on by it all, his precum coating your thigh from where you were grinding against his shaft.

Steve was leaning forward in the chair, his hands clasped together as he rested them on his knees, his eyes moving up and down your bodies as he tried to not touch his cock for as long as possible, playing his own erotic game. “Think he needs some stretching now; why don’t you lie Bucky back and work your magic. Remember, don’t listen to his whining; just listen to me, Baby Girl”, Steve continued to instruct.

You pushed lightly against Bucky’s shoulders, and he lay back against the soft sheets; you took a moment to take in the beauty of his swollen lips, glazed-over bright eyes and his chest broad and decorated with red lines from where you’d been scratching him.

Trying to maintain confidence, you smiled seductively down at him before beginning a taunting crawl backwards down his body, not keeping your eyes off of his as you stroked the tip of your cock along his lean muscles as you moved.

Settling between his heavy thighs, you didn’t start immediately stretching him, instead continuing to arouse him further by starting with your tongue licking up the entire length of his cock, feeling the soft yet hard member as it throbbed. Bucky gasped, looking down his body to you on your knees, sucking him off, starting slow, tasting the salty clear juices bubbling at the tip before letting the tip rest heavily against your tongue. You sucked him gently at first, the mushroom head of his cock sensitive from the gasps and groans coming from the man beneath you. Further, you took him into your mouth until he tickled the back of your throat.

Only you didn’t stop there as you pulled off the tip with an audible pop before delving south, sucking his balls into your mouth, a move that you knew drove him insane, and you were greeted by his hips thrusting into the air, his cock throbbing, begging to be touched again.

“You’re doing so well teasing him, Sweetheart”, Steve suddenly mumbled from beside you, still on the chair but finally giving in to his internal game as he was stroking his own cock slowly, his hand squeezing and tugging on the end and then down the length.

Seeing the glorious sight beside you of Steve masturbating and Bucky led out in front of you, the ache between your legs was now becoming nearly painful. You were absent-mindedly rutting your hips onto the mattress, letting the strap of the black harness push against your cunt, trying to relieve some of the need.

Reaching over Bucky’s hairy thighs, you fumbled around on the bed from where you’d caught sight of the bottle of lube hidden within the sheets. Finally, you found it and quickly squirted some on your index finger.

Bucky heard the cap of the lube opening and immediately opened his legs to give you a little more room and better access to your finger's intended goal. Releasing your mouth’s grip on his balls, you licked his inner thighs, teasing him further before stroking the lube around his asshole, ensuring it was thoroughly covered before applying some pressure.

Quickly you could breach through the ringed muscle, and simultaneously, you sucked his length back into your mouth. You worked your digit in and out for a minute before adding another finger, angling and curling them until you massaged his prostate.

“Fuck, that feels so good, Doll, don’t fucking stop; you’re doing so well”, Bucky praised, which pulled a smile to your lips as you were still sucking him off. You moan to add more stimulation before adding a third finger. Bucky almost whimpered at the intrusion, more precum leaking onto your tongue as he begged, “More, I want more”.

Steve’s chair creaked as he leaned forward again, and his voice drew your attention to him as he demanded, “Remember, don’t listen to him. Just listen to me”. So this is what you did, as you didn’t rush to do anything further to Bucky, making sure his hole relaxed around your fingers. Bucky sometimes liked to rush moments like this to get to the main event, not caring about the burn from the stretch or any discomfort as he only needed and wanted to be fucked so Steve usually had to be firm with him to make sure he was thoroughly prepped before continuing any further.

You were thankful for Steve’s directions, even though you did all the movements. It was nice that Steve could still tell you when and how to touch Bucky, and now you had a slight inclining as to how Bucky felt all that time ago when he’d first touched you with Steve’s instructions.

“Add another finger”, Steve encouraged, his hand returning to his own cock, never taking his eyes off of every little gasp that Bucky whimpered. Your fourth finger inserted into Bucky as your mouth continued to tease and tempt Bucky closer to the orgasm that you knew he was dangerously close to. You were shocked to have so many fingers into his hole, having never usually been the one to stretch him out, but then you remembered just how big Steve’s fingers were, and he usually prepped Bucky with more force than your dainty fingers were doing.

The mafia leader finally stands up from his perched position, but only so that he can sit next to Bucky’s head, his hard soothing over the man's throat and forcing him to look up at him. “How does she feel?”

“So fucking good”, Bucky groaned as he began to rock his hips to push your fingers deeper. “But”, he continued, “if she keeps sucking me off like that, I’m going to cum before we even get started”.

You pull off with a sheepish smile, looking between your two boyfriends, but you keep your fingers inside. Steve smirked at you briefly before dipping his face to kiss Bucky, holding his hand around his throat and forcing his tongue into the other's mouth. You watched, all hot breaths and swapping saliva, battling for dominance that both wanted and neither would be willing to succumb to. Only as you removed your fingers from Bucky did the man force his head away from Steve to look down at you.

“Please, fuck me already, hot mama”.

You looked towards Steve, waiting for him to tell you to do as Bucky wished verbally but instead, he moved off the bed and came up behind you, kneeling on the bed. Without a word, he helped you to your knees, pushing back Bucky’s legs even further so that you had better access to move forward. With further lube coating the dildo between your legs, Steve pointed the toy towards Bucky’s prepped and begging hole.

Gently, Steve nudged you forward, slowly and watching Bucky’s expressions over your shoulders as inch after inch of your cock stretched the man’s asshole. You were in awe at seeing Bucky’s reaction, the way his fists gripped the sheets beside him, his cock dribbled with his juices and was red and aching against his abdomen. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his mouth gaped open so that all his gasps were unfiltered.

The man behind you moved his hands to your hips, where they rested warm and heavy against your skin, pushing you further and further until your hips were flush against Bucky and the length of the blue dildo was penetrated within him.

It took a couple of thrusts to know how you were supposed to move, finding the right rhyme that felt good for you and Bucky, who was an absolute mess beneath you. You started slow and shallow, knowing that the dildo was moving deep and stretching areas your fingers couldn’t reach.

You were also distracted by Steve, who had begun to kiss along your bare shoulder, up the length of your sensitive neck and to the shell of your ear, where he nibbled on the lobe. “Do you like seeing Bucky like this beneath you? Do you see why we both love being dominant? There’s nothing better than seeing your lover sprawled beneath you, responding so well to your touches, until they're sobbing with need, their thoughts only of you and nothing else. I love it so much, making you feel good and seeing you make Bucky feel good”.

You’d begun thrusting harder, driven by Steve’s words and moaning yourself at his explanation. But then you’re halting as Steve starts to move your thighs apart so that he can slip his fingers from your hips, over your mouth and between your legs, pressing on the harness directly over your clit.

“Let me just move these out of the way. I bet you’re dripping, aren’t you, baby?” Steve mumbled against your neck as he moved the straps to the side to caress his fingers through your drenched folds. He chuckled as he confirmed his suspicions, “Always so wet for us; you’re just such a good girl. I think it’s about time to treat our good girl; what do you think, Buck?”

“If you don’t fuck her, I will”, Bucky decided as his hands released their grip on the sheets to begin fondling your tits, twisting and flicking on your nipples and making your hips snap forward harshly.

Steve shifted once again behind you, and before you could even moan his name, his cock slid between your legs and pushed into your soaked, aching pussy. Your hands reached out to grab onto anything and ended up grasping Bucky’s wrists, your eyes shutting and hips pausing as you thrived at the stretching from the Blonde’s cock.

Bucky readjusted his hands so that both of your fingers were linked together, holding you up as you took a moment to get used to the size of Steve as he kissed along your neck to help soothe you. “Feeling good, Sweetheart?” Steve asked, smugness evident in his tone.

“So-... So good”, you stuttered over your words as you tried to accommodate his length, groaning as he finally bottomed out and his tip pushed into your cervix.

“Now the real fun begins”, Steve grunted as he pulled out and pushed back in, causing your hips to snap forward and fuck into Bucky. The two of you gasped at the movement, and then you truly realised Steve’s plan. In this position, as Steve fucked into you, it caused you to thrust into Bucky so effectively; Steve was fucking both of you at the same time, which was probably why he had found a dildo that was similar in size to his own cock.

“Holy shit!” Bucky groaned, his back arching as his hands gripped tightly around yours as Steve began to move faster, the wet sounds echoing around the bedroom as the morning sun began to seep through the gap in the curtains.

Steve rested one hand against your hip, and the other reached around your body to grab your hand, pulling it out of Bucky’s grasp but only so that he could move it down to the man’s cock, wrapping your fingers around his shaft and then covering your hand in his. Matching his thrust, Steve used your hand to jerk off Bucky, and this only made your walls tighten around Steve at seeing the man beneath you crying out.

You knew Bucky was trying not to cum, Steve knew Bucky was trying not to cum, and Bucky was desperately in his own world of attempting to prolong the pleasure. He never wanted it to end. Even as his shaft hardened and his moans became more urgent, he still tried to will his body to not orgasm.

However, this all went out of the window as you had the sudden confidence to say, “I want you to cum for us, Bucky; I know you want to”.

It was almost instantaneous. Bucky’s eyes shut as his back arched further, his hands falling back to his side as long streaks of hot cum lathered up his chest as he came hard, his hips thrusting around your dildo and his cock into your hand.

Steve grunted over your shoulder, his movements quickening as he reached his peak, but he, like Bucky, tried to hold it back. Releasing the grip on Bucky’s spent cock, he reached between your thighs and stroked against your clit, pressing harshly and snapping his hips into yours.

It was like a burst of warmth and tingles spread from your abdomen, over your pussy and down your thighs as you came, slumping forward against Bucky’s chest as you lost any energy you had. Your pussy spasmed around Steve and he heaved a finally harsh thrust into you before he was pouring his seed into your hole, seeping out of the edges and pooling onto the sheets below.

The three of you tried to catch your breaths, not rushing to move as you each kissed random body parts lovingly, not quite having the energy to express how much you loved each other, but the touches conveyed the message thoroughly enough.

Steve was the first to move, kissing between your shoulder blades once before pulling out and then carefully beginning to help you ease out of Bucky, who gasped at the loss of the dildo. Next, Steve helped you stand on wobbly knees, only briefly so that he could clean between your legs with a warm washcloth and remove the harness from your body.

You then turned to Bucky and helped to clean all the cum and lube off of his body and then collapsed onto his chest, cuddling close as his arms wrapped around your shoulders as he kissed the top of your head. Steve did the same on Bucky’s other side, kissing your head and then Bucky wrapping his big arms around the man's abdomen and laying his hand over yours. No further words needed to be said; Steve finally found the calm that came from being with you and Bucky, the ideas and thoughts quietening in his mind as he found the peace he’d been craving all night.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

#16 and 22 with Nomad Steve please

Thank you for playing Mandy! I appreciate the ask! Love me some Nomad Steve, he can help me with my nightmares any time.

"Give us his location!" The stranger screamed in your face, spittle flying against your skin while you tried to turn away from him. "Steve Rogers! Where is he?"

A hand was sharp on your cheek as it whiplashed your head, unable to defend yourself. A muzzle of a gun shoved into your mouth, metal clicking painfully against your teeth. Your watery gaze lifted to eyes that were dead to the soul, his thumb hitting the lever with a ominous click. "This is what will happen if you don't give us the Nomad's location."

Do it, you thought. But he smirked and pulled the gun out, lowering to face you, eye to eye. "And then leave your body in pieces for Steve to find, scattered across this country, make it a scavenger hunt for him. You might not care about your life, but we know that he cares what happens to you." Dread filled you.

You awoke with a jerk, eyes blinking rapidly in the darkness while a gasp of air refilled your lungs. Steve shifted next to you, worried blue eyes blinking at you as his arm tightened around you slightly. "Darling you're shivering. Come here, let me warm you up." He eased you in closer, his chest was warm and solid against your back, making you feel secure and keep you from falling back into that dream. Another shiver wracked your body, your nerves trying to expel all that darkness haunting you.

"Same dream?" He finally asked as his hand flattened against your belly, holding you in place. You gave a little nod, knowing your super soldier would see your subtle movement. He pressed his mouth to the back of your head, muttering into your hair. "You're not going back there Baby, you're free, with me. I will always come for you, I promise."

That made you smile a little, because Steve always kept his promises. If he said he would come for you, he would. "I know." You finally whisper and twist to turn into him, hiding into his chest while breathing in deeply, your racing heart finally starting to slow down. Quiet of the motel room pressed around the two of you, cocooning you two into your own little haven for a few more hours till you two vacated again.

But sleep wouldn't come, not really. For neither of you. You knew Steve was awake with you, waiting out the last of the storm of your mind. "Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you're gonna have a nightmare?" He finally asked and you gave a little defeated shrug.

"Maybe... They make me so tired, I just want them to go away."

His hand roamed up and down your back soothing, trying to ease it away in any way he could.

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NSFW Masterlist Part 6

DC COMICS

Pussydrunk Jason Todd

DC Men Being Bodyworshiped

Sub!Jason Gets Edged

Facesitting with Harley Quinn, Selina Kyle and Diana Prince

Being in a Relationship with a Fuckboy!Slade Wilson

Superspeed Bang with Barry Allen

Whimpering Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent

Sitting on Clark's Face

MARVEL

Peter Quill Gets Caught Masturbating

Body and Scar Kissing for Steve Rogers

Analyzing Bucky's Five Kinks

Steve and Bucky See You Practicing with a Dildo

Body Worshiping Peter Quill

BLUE LOCK

Rin Itoshi + Hate Sex

Victory Celebration in the Locker Room with Blue Lock Men

Sae, Rin, Reo + Fucking You While You Talk on the Phone

Blue Lock Men + Whimpering, Growling or Grunting

Rin Itoshi Gently Takes Your Virginity

Blue Lock Men + Thigh Riding

GENSHIN IMPACT

Genshin Men + Sex Drive

Genshin Men Catch You Watching Porn

Childe Crying During Sex

Genshin Men + Phone Vibrator

Genshin Men Have Sex with You while You're on Your Period

Genshin Men Fucking You When They Think You Flirted With Someone Else

Pussydrunk Arlecchino

Sexy Misunderstanding with Genshin Men

Genshin Men as Escorts

Al-Haitham and Wriothesley Being Mean When Teasing You

Genshin Men + Dycryphilia

Making Neuvillette a Whimpering Mess

Ayato and Childe as Vampires

Jerking Off Diluc Under the Bar

Rough Interrogation Session with Wriothesley

Genshin Men + Omegaverse Status

Impregnation Blurb with Kaeya, Al-Haitham and Zhongli

Genshin Men Overstimulating You to the Point of Using the Safeword

Genshin Men + The Seven Types of Male Orgasm

Tighnari Goes into a Rut in the Forest

Wriothesley Wants to Make You Pregnant

Genshin Men with a Camgirl Girlfriend

HONKAI STAR RAIL

Cockwarming Honkai Men and You Start Sleeping

Getting Caught with Honkai Star Rail Men

Activating Jing Yuan's Size Kink

Blade + Corruption Kink

Dan Heng Being So Jealous of Sampo That He Fucks You in the Bathroom

Gepard Gets Oral for the First Time

Steamy Reunion with Jing Yuan

Kafka + Bondage and Teasing

Dragon Dan Heng Gives You Kisses After Marking You

Sampo Fucking Your Thighs

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Maki Zenin Fucking You with a Strap-On

Divorced Toji Using You for Sex

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters + Sex to Destress

Yuuji Itadori With a Praise Kink

Angry Husband!Toji and You Fuck the Divorce Out of Each Other

Jujutsu Kaisen Men when You Pass Out During Sex

Roommate Yuuji Itadori Catches You Watching Porn

Gojo Gets Addicted to Your Taste

Making an Heir with Sukuna

Jujutsu Kaisen Men Being Sucked Off

Pornstar Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro Loves Making You Cry

Jujutsu Kaisen Men with an S/O with a Breeding Kink

SPIDERVERSE

Miguel O'Hara + Face Sitting

Miguel O'Hara with a Breeding Kink

Interrupted Sex with Peter, Miguel and Noir

Miguel O'Hara when You Call Him Daddy

Being Friends with Benefits with Ben Reilly

Spiderverse Men + Pulling Out

Miguel O'Hara Uses You Like a Toy

KIMETSU NO YAIBA

Dub-Con Breeding with Douma

Aftercare with Akaza and Douma

Akaza + Body Betrayal

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

BNHA Men When They Cum Early

Bakugo Wants a Reward for Having a Higher Score Than You

Steamy Training Session with Bakugo

Sleepy Sex with Pro Hero Bakugo

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Overstimulating Malleus with a Blowjob

Jamil Gives You Attitude While Having Morning Sex

Marked by Ace, Leona, Floyd and Malleus

Twisted Wonderland Dorm Leaders + Sex to Destress

Dire Crowley NSFW Headcanons

RESIDENT EVIL

Leon + Thank God You're Alive

Leon Gives You Hands on Endurance Training

Leon Peaks at You in the Shower

Leon + Don’t Talk Just Spread Your Legs

Leon Interrogates You While Fucking You

Leon + Sex Pollen

Hand Kink with Leon

CALL OF DUTY

Simon Being Free-Use for You

Simon Encouraging Your Size Kink

Poly and Threesome Headcanons with Simon and John

Simon's Favorite Kinks

Task Force 141 and Konig + BDSM Dynamics

Simon Uses His Short Girlfriend Like a Toy

Stuck in a Small Space with Simon

Degredation Drabble with Konig

Fear Play with Ghostface!Simon

Call of Duty Men React to You Wearing a Virgin Killer Sweater