#COME AND PUT YA NAME ON IT
I like that Sanrio doesn’t stop at just making your typical animals into cutesy mascots like kittens and rabbits, but they go for it like
“yeah we can make a slab of salmon steak into a cute mascot.”
“egg yolk into a cute mascot? done.”
“Seamonster? pssh, who do you think we are??”
“We’ll even turn your grandma into a cute mascot, No one can stop us!”
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*wakes up in the middle of the night* no but when Loki was offering Thor the throne at the end of The Dark World as Odin he said one son wanted the throne too much while another would not take it but in that moment neither Thor nor Loki wanted the position because now both know the burdens that come with it and how Odin had ruled and Loki hadn’t ever wanted the throne for itself but to be an equal to Thor and in Thor 1 Thor had been impatient and arrogant and started a war over being denied his place as King so the phrase not only doubles over to call Thor out on flaws he now himself admits to since there is only one Odinson but it is also an open admission that he himself sitting there right now does not want the crown because he is ‘another’ and Odin’s legacy in the end, right there, right then in that scene was amounting to neither son wanting to be a part of what Odin had built through his imperialist practices (even if Thor was only just coming to terms with that) and through disregarding the lives of others and that’s something both sons, Thor included, now sees and THEN Thor replies with how he’s try to live with honour as Loki died and acknowledges them both on equal footing which is all Loki had wanted and hearing “Is that not legacy enough?” before being offered the hammer, the fr*ckin hammer that Odin had put between them to declare Thor more worthy, and Loki declines taking it from Thor because he never wanted to drag Thor down or take the throne from him but just having it was the chance to prove that he wasn’t less and it reflects how now he doesn’t even see the need to compete and he finally thinks his brother is capable of ruling well without starting wars and suddenly there’s no one who wants the dumb chair just Loki knowing that he doesn’t need to be Thor and Thor taking the time to reflect on himself and admit that the brother he knew and cared for was still there and hoping to make himself equal to Loki and Loki who still looks up to Thor and it’s the perfect complementary half to the way their developments in Thor 1/Avengers 1 had them mirroring each other and taking the place the other was in because now they’re both on the same side and they got there themselves and the words of their shared antagonist “our survival will be your legacy” apply to Thor and Loki too because Frigga died and Odin isn’t to be looked up to as a pillar of strength and what these two brothers have is a relationship that was put through the blender because of secrets and lies but neither cares for that because even when he thinks him dead Thor sees Loki’s worth and Loki knows the death effected him enough to try and change more and now Thor is rejecting his birthright and just handing it to Loki without knowing it’s him but it’s the same birthright that Loki had argued with Odin on only earlier and so you have both of them who would take up the responsibility but doesn’t see it as their place and that’s why Thor and Loki working together from the get-go when more secrets and lies came forth in Ragnarok with Odin’s actual death should have been the natural progression in both of their arcs and in reconciling their relationship they should have either shared or abolished the throne by the end of the trilogy because literally one person would want the throne and it would be Hela as a symbol for what Odin stood for which only makes Thor’s role as an inheritor of a colonial empire trying to make amends and Loki’s role as the colonized relevant again from Thor 1 and should have tied the loose ends up with Mjolnir’s destruction having no significant impact because it also stood as a symbol of the wedge drawn between Thor and Loki which they already shared sentiment enough with each other to have agreed on as not a determiner of worth and this makes Endgame even worse because Thor has fallen back on letting the hammer be an indication of worth while avoiding acknowledgement of Loki at all while also being King after the both of them already expressed no interest in having the position and they were finally so close to being seen as equals in each other’s eyes and were respecting each other and both had decided to move on from the ideas they had been raised on and only had each other left because they always end up with each other again and
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JP:What happens if i microwave a raw egg in its shell?
Leon:I don’t know. Go find out.
JP:Good idea, alright.
(one minute later)
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So as you all know I don't really actively engage with FN//AF anymore (I just stopped around the Pizzeria Simulator, not because I lost interest but because Scott is just too damn fast and I can't keep up. Like dude it takes me two years to watch one show. Stop churning out content god damn it) but from what I know about that fucked up rabbit girl she's unreal. Like girlboss is really like "Hello! My hobbies include murder and murder! I also enjoy murder." and I can respect that in an unhinged woman.
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me: i invest in mdzs a perfectly normal amount
also me: here is my outline of a pokemon AU. i have figured out every nature and ability and moveset and pokemon order for each trainer. you play as jin ling and your rival is sizhui. you two challenge gym/sect leaders while unearthing your uncle mo xuanyu’s plan to resurrect the yiling patriarch. multiple characters have weak teams that come back a second time as hidden bosses with leveled up versions of their original setup. there is a true and a bad ending
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next love pick a card readings be like “someone from your past is coming back” “oh wait nvm it’s someone new” “actually you have to make a decision” and my indecisiveness is 😭🤧
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hm. thought: opposing nazis is the bare minimum when it comes 2 opposing antisemitism and especially whn it comes to supporting jewish ppl
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Catching up with volume 7 only makes me wanna work on my RWBY!YGO GX AU again.
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more pictures throughout this year (2018) of my mom’s bitty girl, Baby. She’s a real cuuuuuutie!
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queenology replied to your post “this cold has nothing on my ability to sleep for an entire day ������”
Yesss sleep the cold away! Sleep all the bad stuff away!
i am the master of sleep!
ive been having so many dreams too tho like #fuck
the last one was sort of dw in set up but about a submarine and the carpark of my university and a large dinoanimalbot that was trying to eat us
and i made out w Fleur Fanshawe. so that was dope.
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i’m working on my “l'elisir d'amore” au and i was trying to decide what to call deceit and then i gave up and now i’m just gonna give him the same name that the orginal character has because it starts with a “d” and i’m too lazy to come up with anything else lol
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The only person who subs as far as I know had laptop issues but solo-silenzio did make a transcript. It was magically and amazing even understanding nothing. And very different. They were comfy cozy right away. Not so nervous as our other boys
skjdskdskj thank you so much and skdjskdj RIGHT??? i did see it now ill link at the bottom but in fat letters so ppl will see but yeah omg ... idk it was so different but still so magical i love it - i felt like niccolò seemed more nervous than even did ... hmmmm i like that (not more not less i just like it)
and martino is so shy i mean isak was too! he was a shy blushy mess but he was also SO COCKY and i havent seen that in martino yet which is sooo cool bc aaargh i feel ya boy!!! ID BE A MESS!!! loveeee this
HERE IS THE SUBBED VERSION
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nothing more annoying than seeing a post with over 20k notes on the dash about the serious problems that come with submerging yourself too much in fandom (which i read through and honestly agree with) and then scrolling down through the tags for several minutes and almost every tagger saying something like "ohh i Know the notes are full of discourse/complaints/arguments" and seeing none of the sort 😶
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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏 𝐖/ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄
𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 & 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐰/ 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 // hurt/comfort (there’s no actual breaking up)
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 // mentions of insecurity and cyber bullying
☄︎ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 // hi!! this is my first post omg !! how exciting :D hopefully u guys like it <3 also omi’s got long sorry !
part two !!
☄︎ 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔
the feeling of dread fills your body once more. the comments on your boyfriend’s post— a picture of both of you. faceless accounts calling you rude name after name after name.
naturally, you knew what came with dating one of the best pro athletes in the entire country, but after time, the things people would say would start to affect your own self image.
you knew how to let it slide. after all, you and atsumu had been dating for so long, you were unfortunately used to the abundance of mean words, opting on putting up a facade for your boyfriend. but it was one comment that made your strong resolve crumble quickly.
i still don’t understand what THE miya atsumu is doing with this person ??? he literally deserves so much better wtf !!!
you always knew he was too good to be true. a handsome prince that just so happened to fall into the palm of your hand. but to have someone actually think so was extremely upsetting. were you really not good enough for him? obviously not, right? if everyone thinks so?
the overthinking led to you sitting on the bed, legs crossed and thumbs twiddling as you wait for him to come back from practice. when you hear the door slam shut and him call for you, you take a deep breath in and prepare yourself.
“baby!” he cheers walking into the bedroom to see you, a big smile on his face like there’s nothing wrong. “missed ya s’much,”
“atsumu,” you breath, trying to contain your tears. you practiced it 30 times without crying and even still, your watery eyes threaten to spill.
he cocks his head, confused, a frown replacing the once bright smile, “atsumu? what happened to tsumie?”
you look at your lap, avoiding eye contact with his honey brown eyes. you need to get it over with, “we… we should breakup.”
he chuckles, awkwardly, waiting for the punchline in this twisted joke you’ve got going. when he notices the tears dripping from your face, his smile quickly fades and his eyebrows furrow. his body fills with panic.
you sniffle, unable to look him in the eye. you twiddle your thumbs feeling a sense of guilt.
you hand him your phone, opened to the several instagram comments, shuddering out, “y-you deserve so much better, tsum… it’s best—“
he scoffs, turning off your phone and tossing it to the side. “yer the best— i already have the best.” he tilts your head up, cupping your cheek. he takes the pad of his thumb, swiping your tears. “i don’t care what any of these people are sayin,’ yer my pretty… the love of my life. who’s gonna put up with me if yer not around? who’s the one that makes sure i have somethin’ to eat at practice?”
he doesn’t realize it, but there are tears sliding down his cheeks, too, and you give him a wobbly smile.
“ya can’t leave me, i think ‘ll die.” he chuckles, breathily.
you nod, sniffling, “‘m sorry…”
he shakes his head as if to say, don’t apologize. he wraps his arm around you, pulling you in close and squeezing your body tightly. “i love ya, no one’s gonna change that.”
☄︎ 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈
kiyoomi has always wanted your relationship to be private because he hates people pestering him about all of the personal things in his life. especially you.
there are no photos of you on kiyoomi’s social media accounts. at all. and for the most part, you’re okay with it. you understand why he doesn’t want to be seen in with you in public, even if it does hurt a little.
you know your boyfriend wants the best for you, and the best means that you two are limited to at home dates and disguises in public. you hate it, honestly, but you love your boyfriend, so you tough it out.
it’s all fine until you’re at an MSBY game (that ended in victory, of course) and you run down the stands to give him a hug in excitement. adrenaline rushing throughout his body, he barley has time to process before camera’s start flashing in your direction.
the drive home with kiyoomi is silent. you can’t tell if he’s angry at you for being so reckless or if he’s angry at himself for not stopping something from happening. regardless, you knew he was mad, but you didn’t want to upset him any further, so you left him alone for the night. you muttered a soft goodnight and secretly hoped it’d all be over tomorrow.
that’s definitely not what happened because when you woke up and checked your phone to see dozens of twitter mentions with pictures of you and kiyoomi from the game, you were very confused.
sakusa kiyoomi apparently dating some person named @y/n !? yikes…
have you guys seen that MSBY player’s s/o… he looks he doesn’t even like them ???
your eyes burn at the other hateful tweets you’d found, every doubt you ever had about your relationship with kiyoomi now creeping back into your brain.
you should’ve seen you coming, though, right? why else would he keep you a secret? he was probably just embarrassed of you is the conclusion you came to.
when you walk downstairs, you see him sitting on the couch with a mug of coffee and his phone in his other hand. he perks up immediately at the sound of you.
“kiyoomi… we should break up.” you frown, your breaking-heart pounding in your chest. “i mean, these twitter people are right, i’m not up to your standards and there are a lot of people in the world that you’d look a lot better with.”
kiyoomi shudders, the thought of another person in his life, he couldn’t possibly.
“and… i know you’re embarrassed to be seen with me, i don’t blame you—“
he abruptly cuts you off, “don’t… do that. don’t talk down on yourself because of something that was completely my fault.” his sigh is heavy, like he has so much to say. “you’re so amazing, don’t you get that?”
“it’s kinda hard to tell when you don’t want to be seen with me. really, kiyoomi, it’s fine. let me help you make this easy.” your voice is cracking. it’s the last thing you want, but if it’ll help him, then so be it.
he groans, putting his mug and phone down on the table in front of him, walking over to shake your shoulders, vigorously. “listen, i’m not embarrassed of you! i love you! more than anything. i just wanted to avoid people talking about you. you don’t deserve to be called things like that. you’re gorgeous and loving and kind and i couldn’t bare losing you to someone else who probably does deserve you.” he says in what feels like one breath.
you look at him in awe, “you mean that? you really think i deserve better than you, the sakusa kiyoomi?” and he nods, avoiding your eyes. “i beg to differ,”
a soft pink blush dusts over his cheeks, “no more hiding,” he mutters. “i’ll show the world that you’re my beautiful s/o every day for the rest of my life if i have to.”
☄︎ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎
suna rintarō believes that you are his light. he adores you, your beauty, your personality, the way you love him endlessly— he loves it and he isn’t afraid to let it be known.
although rin is a professional athlete, that doesn’t stop him from spending every waking second of free time by your side. he likes to make sure you don’t doubt him. ever. he loves you and you love him.
there’s also his instagram, which consists of candid photos of you (and thirst traps of himself that you keep telling him to delete) or just photos of the two of you together.
you just so happen to be stalking the account late at night with rintarō’s dead asleep body right next to you. it never occurred to you to do so, but you figured you’d take a look at his comments, half expecting them to be comments of his friends making fun of him for being so mushy and some teenage girls making heart eyes at him.
but what you weren’t expecting was for there to be comments degrading and talking down on you.
your smile quickly fades, turning into a pout. you spend the next hour obsessively going through his comments on the pictures of you or the two of you together.
suna, pick me, im so much more attractive than them!!!
soon, you realize you’ve had enough, feeling drained of life and love. you impulsively shake your boyfriend awake, not stopping until you hear his annoyed groans. “what is it, baby?”
you don’t think much about it be fore you say it, “we should break up.”
“no, now goodnight.”
he exhales, lifting up and propping his body up with the help of his elbow. “what brought this on?”
“i’m not good enough for you…” you say meekly, face heating up. “all of your fans think so… you’re so handsome and successful and i’m just… me.”
“yeah, you’re you. crybaby-cuddle-me-now-bratty-Y/N. and you’re also, the kind, loving Y/N that pranks atsumu every time he pisses me off. you’re the love of my life.”
you’re shocked that he can say that all so nonchalantly because you’re definitely holding your breath, trying not to cry at his words.
“‘m not a crybaby,” you grumble, that pout still etched onto your face.
he smiles, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, “yeah, you are, but i love that about you.”
he chuckles, leaning in to kiss you, “i love you.” he whispers softly against your lips. “no more looking at my comments, you’re way too hot for that.” he joke, smirking at you.
“i love you, more.”
he shakes his head, “impossible. now get your ass to bed.”
© all works belong to @planetrin 2021, please do not repost, modify, or translate any of my works on any platform
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Books to #ReadWithPride
🏳️🌈 Happy Pride Month, everyone! 🏳️🌈
Seeing our identities and the world around us reflected in the books we read is vitally important. This Pride Month and all year long, we’re excited to spotlight some incredible LGBTQIA+ stories and creators.
Check out some YA books to dive into and #ReadwithPride!
You Should See Me in a Crown
A joyful book about a queer Black girl who runs for Prom Queen to win a college scholarship…but then finds herself falling in love with one of the other girls in the competition. Start reading here!
Here the Whole Time
A body-positive YA love story between two boys who must spend 15 days living with each other over school break. Start reading here!
Two teens. One bridge. Four ways their story could end. A powerful novel about mental health, identity, and how our choices shape the world around us. Start reading here!
The Ghosts We Keep
After their brother is killed, Liam faces the world without the person they loved the most. Their brother's best friend is the only one who knows what they're going through...for better or worse. Start reading here!
Zara Hossain is Here
Zara’s family has waited years for their visas to be finalized, but now that dream is in jeopardy. Zara seeks justice to stay with her girlfriend and in the only home she's ever known. Start reading here!
Follow Your Arrow
When bi influencer CeCe breaks up with her famous girlfriend and starts dating a boy who is very much NOT online, she'll find out what it means to speak her truth. Start reading here!
Girl from the Sea
After Morgan is saved from drowning by a mysterious girl named Keltie, everything they're each trying to hide will find its way to the surface. Start reading here!
Boy meets boy. Boys become friends. Boys fall in love. A sweet coming-of-age story that explores friendship, love, and coming out. Start reading here!
Where We Go From Here
A story about three boys whose lives will become intertwined in a story of HIV, friendship, love, and self-acceptance. Start reading here!
Technically, You Started It
A hilarious, snarky, and utterly addicting book that explores friendship, sexual orientation, mental health, and falling in love (even if things might be falling apart around you). Start reading here!
The Love & Lies of Rukhsana Ali
When Rukhsana’s conservative Muslim parents catch her with her girlfriend, Rukhsana’s carefully planned future begins to collapse around her. Start reading here!
I Wish You All the Best
After Ben comes out to their parents as nonbinary, they’ll move in with their estranged older sister and find friendship, love, and acceptance along the way. Start reading here!
The Music of What Happens
Over the course of one summer, two boys will have to face their biggest fears and decide what they’re willing to risk – to get the thing they want the most. Start reading here!
Openly Straight & Honestly Ben
This heartfelt series follows two boys, Ben and Rafe, who struggle to find who they really are in the midst of falling for one another. Start reading here!
Lie to Me
A pulse-pounding novel about love, betrayal, and a serial killer that features a bisexual protagonist. Start reading here!
A riveting story of ambition, music, and innocence lost - and a deep relationship between two girls who could be something more on their quest for stardom. Start reading here!
Tarnished Are the Stars
The Lunar Chronicles meets Rook in this queer #OwnVoices science-fantasy novel that features asexual, bisexual, and lesbian characters working together to put an end to a deadly epidemic. Start reading here!
The Witch Boy
In Aster’s family, all the girls are raised to be witches and the girls are raised to be shapeshifters. But Aster is fascinated by witchery--can he find the courage to save his family and be truly himself? Start reading here!
King and the Dragonflies
A story about loss, grief, and finding the courage to discover one's identity. Start reading here!
I Felt a Funeral, In My Brain
A powerful novel about navigating death and navigating life, at a time when the only map you have is the one you can draw for yourself. Start reading here!
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“I PAID $500 FOR AN OIL CHANGE” PRANK
character(s): sano manjiro, ryuguji ken, sano shinichiro, haitani rindou, imaushi wakasa, hanma shuji, x gn!reader
notes: thank u tee for supplying me this trend amen
stares at you with an unwavering smile for a solid three seconds before an unbelieving and clipped “what.” slips out his lips. he gets?? mad? not at you! at the place that charged you $500 for the oil change. he literally grabs his keys and starts putting his shoes on because he wants to ‘have a talk’ with the guy at the shop. you better stop him quick because he’s a man on a mission now. when you tell him you were just joking and that it was a prank, he blinks at you for a few moments before he tries to leave to beat the mechanic up anyways because now he’s aggravated and needs an outlet.
is literally in the middle of working on his bike when you tell him, freezes and looks over his shoulder at you like you just started speaking a different language. “you’re joking,” he says as he looks at you, “no fucking way you’d—why the fuck would you go somewhere to get your oil changed? i could do it for you. i can’t believe you’d even—“ yeah, congratulations, you’ve just opened yourself up to a thirty minute lecture. you finally cut him off his tangent to tell him it was a prank and he literally will not talk to you the rest of the day. but he makes you promise to only have him do your oil from now on.
he’s cleaning up his shop after closing hours when you tell him about your expensive oil change and he’s so shocked he drops a wrench on his foot. you nearly forget the prank altogether as you rush up to him to make sure he’s okay. even as he’s wobbling on one foot he’s sputtering, “ya gotta be kidding me. babe, you should’ve called me first to check the prices at least. and i always change your oil for free you know you don’t have to go anywhere else—” you shush him, admitting to the scheme and ushering him to a chair to check out his foot. he makes you baby him as payback.
he literally does not say a single word. he just sits there and stares at you, a look of ‘you’re the dumbest fucking person alive are you shitting me right now’ plastered on his face, brows pinched and eyes narrowed. and if the look alone isn’t enough to break you and send you into a spiral of coming clean to your tomfoolery, him holding his hand out and saying, “let me see your receipt,” is. then when you tell him it’s a prank he pulls his phone out, calls shinichiro, and tells him to charge you $500 for your next oil change. it’s rin’s money you use anyways, but it doesn’t make you any less pouty.
“you did what?” is the first thing that comes out of his mouth as soon as you tell him, his expression morphed into confusion. “and you only got your oil changed?” you nod and he blinks, then he’s standing up from the couch and looking for his shoes. “what’s the name of the shop?” he’s distracted as he asks it, and you catch the mumbled curses of ‘how dare they take advantage of my baby’ under his breath that have you jumping from your seat as well. once you tell him it’s a joke the relief is evident, but his annoyance is too as he pinches your nose. “don’t do that again.” you so do.
you should know better than to even try this, seriously. “you’re a fucking idiot,” he laughs, damn near cackles actually, as you sit in the passenger seat of his car. then he’s reaching in the backseat under his suit coat for his gun, and you realize you really should know better. for the love of god stop him before he loads the damn thing unless you want an innocent mechanic’s blood on your hands. it’s not even fun because he isn’t even phased when you tell him it’s a prank. he just leans over to pinch your cheek and murmur a, “aw, knew my baby wasn’t that stupid.” please hit him.
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good luck charm
includes. hinata shoyo, atsumu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto kotaro, ushijima wakatoshi, kageyama tobio, iwaizumi hajime, aran ojiro, suna rintaro x f!reader
cw. orgy? fingering, objectification? [they call you their good luck charm], oral [receiving and giving], face sitting, degradation, praise, nipple play, vaginal penetration, size kink, voyeurism, use of pet name "bunny", dacryphilia, mentions of past hookups, creampie, squirting, dumbification, double penetration, use of pet name puppy
a/n. my part for @somecravings gangbang collab!! thank you for letting me join, also thank you to the lovely @iheartkuroorin for beta reading!!
it started out nice, like most things do. a nice team dinner to celebrate the upcoming game, and the victory they were sure to win. then hinata pointed out to atsumu they were going to be late.
“late for what?”
atsumu slightly jumps at the sudden question, ushijima’s voice only deepened with the years, strong vocals were sure enough to frighten him. “nothin’ much, we’re just gonna pay a visit to our good luck charm” atsumu says.
everyone except the msby members looked at them confused, wondering what could he mean by—
“good luck... charm?” suna asks, a fire of curiosity evident in his eyes.
“our manager,” atsumu answers. “she’s the prettiest thing you’ll ever meet, a sweet lil’ thing that lets us fuck ‘er every day before a game”
“and we always end up winning the next day” hinata finished his sentence, a drunk look on his eyes despite him not having an ounce of alcohol. he was thinking about you, how pretty you’d looked the last time he and his teammates fucked you, and how you were probably waiting on them with one of your pretty matching underwear right about now.
“come to think of it, since we’re all in the same team... shouldn’t we share her with the rest?” bokuto says, pitching in an idea no one could refuse.
so you stand in front of your small apartment door after hearing the doorbell, expecting the same four men that would visit you every day before a match, certainly not expecting to find nine well built men waiting on you to open the door.
you hesitate to say anything, and for a split second, the thought of slamming the door crosses your mind. it would be rude wouldn’t it?
“hey darlin’” atsumu greets, the first one to step into your apartment and make himself at home. taking off his coat as you watch the rest of the team step in after him. “we brought some company this time” he smirks
“hope ya don’ mind” he places a quick peck to your cheek and walks over to the bedroom. you’re left to look as they follow atsumu to the room, each of them eyeing you out in your crop top and skirt, evidently a little too short for you as it outlines the curve of your ass a little too much. a provocative outfit you'd worn for the expected men, not for the newly visiting.
you're still shocked they could do something like this, a kin to bringing new customers to a lady of the night, after they've been so possessive over you.
your train of thought flashes over to previous nights where they would fuck you, one by one, making sure to put you in your place after being a little too friendly to someone. replays of all of them spitting in your mouth and telling you who you belonged to as they fucked you into overstimulation.
"ya comin'?" atsumu calls from the other room. you follow him like a lost puppy between all the tall bodies that surround you, to find him sitting on your bed, bed resting against the headboard in comfort.
you look at him concerned, "i didn't agree to so many people" you shoot at him while he fakes a pout in hopes you'll join him in bed while everybody watches.
"aww" he coos, opening his arms in a welcoming hug, positioning your hips to have you straddling him when you sit next to him on the edge of the bed. he leans close to your ear. "ya gonna leave 'em hangin' sweetheart?"
you pout at him, clearly mad at the fact that none of them asked you beforehand, even though they knew you could never refuse them.
you're so easy to persuade when it comes to anything sexual, just a slut for them. you bend over so easily, literally.
"you wouldn't want to leave a bad impression, would you babe?" iwaizumi pitches in, you don't notice how close he is to you until you feel his breath fanning over your neck, making you gasp at the warmth.
"n-no" you say, knowing better than to ignore his question.
"good" atsumu says, caressing the side of your thigh with his palms, calloused from all the balls he's served on the court.
"you wanna show everyone this cute lil' cunny?" he mutters close to your ear. deep down, you know it's his way of asking consent, his way of confirming if this is really ok with you and you're not just saying yes for the sake of being coerced into intercourse.
but luckily for him, you nod and turn around, resting your back on atsumu's chest with your spread legs. there's a small breath in unission from all of them, almost as if it had been building up from all this time.
suna is the first to step up and approach the bed while you look at him with awaiting eyes. he leans close to your face and whispers, "god, you're beautiful". then he presses his lips onto yours, the first kiss of the night, filled with hunger and want as he desperately dances his tongue in sync with yours.
he pulls away when he runs out of breath, a small string of drool connecting the two of you in evidence of the kiss you just shared. one of his hands has been tracing circles on your thigh all the while he kissed you, a distraction to his real intentions as he toys with the hem of your panties. a beautiful pair of white, lacy panties, though he finds you more attractive without them. he discards them to some other corner of the room, more focused on the naked skin of your cunt.
he's quick to run his fingers down your slit, watching the wetness gather on his fingertips and reveling in the gorgeous sight of your face. you're almost fearful, he can see it when you suddenly hold his wrist back when he threatens to slip a finger into your drooling hole. his fingers just seem so much thicker than yours, and even if that's the case for the men you'd been sleeping with prior to them, you were still a bit frightful everytime.
"don't worry, bunny" he deemed you a proper nickname, seeing that you were easily frightened just from the feelings of his digits massaging the outside of your lips. "i'll take good care of you"
with that he slips a finger inside you. he would be surprised about how smoothly it went in, but it's no surprise when he sees how you're dripping slick like a faucet, staining the bed sheets beneath you.
"good girl" he praises, slowly pressing inch by inch of his finger into you, careful to look for any sign of discomfort on your face.
he sees none, instead he sees you looking behind him, at all of them peering at how pretty you look when you're getting fingered by rintaro. they find themselves being drawn to you and your responsive body. suna's only put in one finger and you're already gasping and pawing at the bed sheets in hopes of relief.
"you like being watched?" he asks, though it comes off as him pointing it off, saying it in an as-a-matter-of-fact-ly manner. you can't do anything but nod and squirm closer to him as he starts pumping more of his fingers in your tight hole, watching as it swallows his digits whole and letting his imagination run wild. the thought of your tight walls enveloping him in your warmth like you do with his fingers has him hard in his pants.
"she's just a desperate lil' thing, likes bein' watched like the good whore she is right darlin'?"
"oh no, she's the prettiest thing ever" suna says, a big contradiction to atsumu's degradation disguised as praise. "look at her, taking my fingers so well"
"bet you're gonna cum soon, aren't you baby?" you suddenly feel the bed shift in weight. bokuto lays down next to you and plays with your pebbled nipples, watching them grow slightly harder under his gaze and sensitive touch.
small tears roll down your face as atsumu paints himself out of the picture, leaving you to rest on top of a pillow to replace his chest, it only gives you more space to squirm and arch your back against the mattress as you feel your orgasm approaching, your moans growing louder and your breathing becoming more agitated than usual, all things that made you look beautiful to everyone's eyes.
"wait- wait i'm gonna… fuck!" you draw out the last syllable as the tight knot finally snaps and you cum. you're shaking and squirming, cumming hard on his fingers while he doesn't stop hitting that sweet spot inside you, prolonging the feeling of your orgasm. you're greeted with a small smirk when you come down from your high, suna smiles at you teasingly while he drags your hips closer to him and picks you up, shaky legs too unstable to stand up by themselves.
you look back to the bed where iwaizumi is laid back, leaning on his elbows and giving you an expectant look. suna places you back down on the bed, leaving you a kneeling mess at the athletic trainer's feet.
"c'mere, princess" he says, and you easily bend to his will. you make your way to his lap, a perfect spot for his clothed cock between your legs. you feel the fabric of his briefs press against your naked cunt, he's already taken his shirt and his pants off, revealing his perfectly sculpted body to you and everyone else in the room. you grind down on him, your hands pressed on his chest for balance while you straddle him.
"no" he says, a simple answer to your movements. for a split second you thought he didn't like it, but then he lays down on his back and drags your hips closer to his mouth. a trail of wetness follows your cunt, from his waist to his chest, and he loves how it leaves a nice warmth to cover him.
"hajime i-!" you try to resist his grip when he pulls your hips down to meet his lips, but he's quick with his moves, stronger than you too, leaving you to try and move away from his mouth. his hands on your waist hold you down as he eats you out like a starved man, licking, nipping and biting at any flesh he can find, paying special attention to your throbbing clit while you grip the edge of the headboard for some sort of support. "no, please!"
he pulls away, "you don't like it?" he asks with a smirk on his face. he knows you like it, and he knows why you're screaming 'no!'. he purposefully started off with strong movements he knew would drive you crazy in a matter of seconds. he places a kiss to your clit, nothing more, expecting your answer.
"yes" you whine before gasping at the feeling of his tongue running up and down your folds, sucking on your clit and lapping up all your juices from your past orgasm. "oh f-fuck yes" you stutter, the stimulation made your mind feel hazy and all of your thoughts were discarded, the only thing on your mind.
you're too fucked out to notice how you're rutting your face against iwaizumi's lips, desperately chasing after your high while squeezing your thighs together around his head. hajime feels like he's in cloud nine when you're squeezing his head, there's no way he could suffocate from two thighs surrounding his head, but if there was ever the possibility, he would find it to be a great way to die.
"oh! hajime- hajime!" his name's paints your lips perfectly as you scream it over and over and cum on his face, a string of juices dripping down his chin. he does his best to lap at everything, but he finds himself pulling away to gasp for air and chuckle to himself, he's enjoying your taste a little too much.
he finally pulls away after you tug at his hair for mercy, and he lets go of your hips as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. you sit on the bed, as best as you can despite your weak legs barely able to keep you up.
"why don't you take your pick, sweetheart?" atsumu says, leaning closer to whisper in your ear. he takes you by surprise, but you still look between all of them, taking in the sight of their toned bodies. most of them had already taken off their clothes, saved for their boxers. "you deserve it"
you set your eyes on the black haired setter, kageyama. he seems to be the most nervous out of all of them, he constantly fiddles his fingers and looks down at the ground in embarrassment. you get up despite your shaky legs, and walk over to him, to most of his teammates' surprise.
poor boy, he can't even look at you without setting his cheeks on fire with a blush that covered most of his face. you put a hand to his cheek and press your lips against his. the kiss is messy, with a lot of tongue and drool involved as you pull him into bed with you. he's surprised to see when you collapse on the bed, your legs hanging off the edge while your cunt is on full display for all of them.
kageyama is selfish of time, slowly pulling out his cock and dragging it up and down your slit. his cock is could be described as pretty as him, with a nice upward curve and a small girth. it has a nice shade of pink on his tip and his hair is well trimmed except for a happy trail that leads down to the base. sure enough, its big and intimidating, but you can't be bothered to take your eyes off of it.
"please, tobio" you plead, spreading your legs as wide as possible, maybe to appear more appealing to him, in hopes he would stop toying with you and finally put it in to relieve the ache between your legs.
he pops the tip in and you gasp, he was way bigger than you expected. it makes you feel a pleasurable stretch, a burn that only worsens when he keeps pushing in, inch by inch. he's mindful of the tears that linger in the corners of your eyes, but he also can't help but bury himself further into your warm walls while you kick and whine.
"oh-!" you're cut off by his sudden thrust, instantly hitting your cervix and making your breath hitch. when he sees you react like that, he does it again, and again, until he sets a steady pace of his mind-blowing thrusts.
you cover your mouth with one of your hands. hoping to muffle your sounds in embarrassment but he pulls the hand away from your face. he takes your other hand, previously fisting the sheets beneath you as he puts them both under the grip of his wrist and places them above your head, pinning them to the mattress atop of you.
"don't be shy" he mumbles, despite the fact that he was the one who seemed to be shy. he fooled you with his nervous demeanor and his shy exterior, he was a beast when it came to moments like this, when he would fuck young pussy like yours until you were nothing but a babbling mess.
"fuck- i'm gonna cum, where do you want it?" you can't answer him, you're too lost in your thoughts and the way he leans down to suckle at your nipples, leaving slight teeth marks around the sensitive nub. the sound of his strangled groan is what brings you back to the way his uninterrupted pace makes your hips buck in rhythm with his thrusts.
"inside, please inside!" you whine, cut off by the familiar feeling of your orgasm. your back arches off the bed again and you scream his name, or at least slurred attempts of his name, you're too fucked out to realize you can't even say his name properly.
as you come down from your high, you're filled-- literally. the satisfying sensation of his warmth filling your walls and dripping out of your sensitive hole when he pulls out, it would be a heavenly feeling, if it weren't for the sudden emptiness in your cunt.
"poor baby" you hear that same teasing voice as before.
"feel all empty, even after tobio kindly filled ya up?" he coos, a childish tone lingered in his voice as he did very little to hide the fact that he was talking down to you. his hand caresses your inner thigh, though it's evident he has different intentions, and is merely trying to go easy on you. "wasn't enough for you, little cumslut?"
you nod and lean forward, where he's already taken out his cock. it feels heavy in your hand, but you still start pumping it with your fist, and stroking the tip with your thumb. he mutters a string of curses under his breath before pulling your hand away from him.
"don't be so eager, baby, there's people watching," he reminds you, and you lift your gaze to look back at the men in the room. it almost looks like a crowd, expecting to see you and atsumu do something— anything, to relieve their hard cock.
suddenly you're turned around and left on your knees, your ass exposed to everyone. you feel vulnerable like this, left to their disposal and nothing but a toy to be used and abused. you know you'll hardly get out of here without passing out. then, atsumu angles himself against your cunt, running the length of his cock along your folds and finally dipping into your clenching hole. he takes a brief moment to keep moving inside you, the feeling of your walls clamping down on him is a little too much for him to handle.
he can't describe the feeling of your pussy tightening around him when he does anything, if he slightly moves or if he does as little as unintentionally twitching inside of you. it's a vice, and he can't get enough of it, he's developed an unhealthy addiction to your tight core and he's not afraid to admit it. that's why you're more than just a fucktoy to him, that's why he didn't stop coming after hooking up with you just once, and even invited the black jackals team to join him.
“such a pretty pussy, suckin’ me in” he murmurs, leaning close to your ear and running his calloused hand over the skin of your neck. it’s so dainty, so unmarked and vulnerable, it would be so easy to squeeze his fingers and make you choke, leave you breathless and sobbing for him to slow down! like you’d done countless nights before. but he prefers to have that kind of sight only for his eyes.
“you’re such a good slut, wanna have yer mouth full too?” he asks, though it’s one of those questions where it won’t matter what you answer, because you can already feel the bed shift in weight in front of you, as you see a pair of thick thighs positioning in front of you, and you feel the heavy head of his cock tap against your cheek.
you look up to see aran’s face. it’s familiar, you’ve heard funny anecdotes about high school with him from atsumu, but seeing him kneel in front of you while you’re eye level with his waist, it’s undoubtedly intimidating. “c’mon sweetheart” the hand on your neck moves up, lifting your chin to give his former teammate a glimpse of your face. “why don’t you put yer mouth to good use?”
you nod and start with a small lick to the tip, while aran holds it in place against your lips, knowing your hands are too busy trying to hold you up while you fist the sheets, atsumu’s pace is relentless against your cunt, without a moment to spare on your sensitive body. he slowly inches his cock closer to you, until you have no other choice but to open wide and feel his heavy cock on your tongue.
you’re mindful of your teeth, trying your best to keep them away, but he proves to be too big. his girth makes the corners of your mouth ache at the stretch, he’s certainly a little too well endowed. he sighs and throws his head back, you imagine it’s because it feels good, but he’s afraid he’ll cum too quickly if he keeps looking at your face, tainted with tears and looking up at him with your cheeks hollowed out around his length. he doesn’t know how much longer he can go if you keep bobbing your head at the rhythm of atsumu’s hips fucking into you, it leaves him a mess, even if you’re the one who’s getting used for their pleasure.
atsumu sneaks the hand that was previously around your neck to your pussy, rolling small, tight circles into your clit. you’re suddenly seeing stars, feeling the inevitable knot in your stomach start to grow stronger and it’s harder to contain your moans, the vibrations of your voice make him more desperate to feel you. he can only imagine if it was him instead of atsumu who was buried in your tight walls, making your scream until you forgot your own name, until you were a dumb little thing for his cock.
“fuck- fuck!” a string of groans and curses leave aran speechless, gasping at the feeling of his warmth filling up your mouth and surrounding him while you try your best to swallow it, despite already having a mouthful of his cock.
finally, he sighs as he slowly pulls out of your mouth, a string of creamy white connecting the head of his cock with your sore lips at the loss of contact. you can’t have a moment to recover before you feel another one pressing against your lips, urging you to open your mouth. more tears run down your face before leaning in and licking up his length, from the base to the tip, hoping it would ease the ache it would probably leave in your mouth.
if aran was big, then you don’t know what to call ushijima. he’s almost the same in girth, except he carries a few more inches, and a pretty curve upwards, with a small vein running on the underside. you try to lick the head first, and even then it feels like a little too much for you, you’re hesitant to take him all in your mouth.
“don’t be scared, princess, he’ll take good care of you, right?” you can’t decipher if the question is meant for you or ushijima but it’s not like you’re be able to answer, not with the way your thighs and trembling and your pussy is clenching wildly around his cock.
“the best i can” he says, fisting your hair and pushing you to the base of his cock, where you almost gag and choke, if not for the soothing hand he runs along your hair. “good girl” he coos, a calm look on his face to contradict yours, there’s tears running down your face while you sob and clench the bed sheets between your fingers, trying your best to hold back from your impending orgasm because it feels so much stronger than usual.
“mmmh!” you scream around his cock when you can’t hold back, the feeling of atsumu’s cock hitting against your g-spot over and over, combined with the finger that keeps circling your clit, leaves you trembling and whining around ushijima, who doesn’t relent his hold on your hair. atsumu’s too busy to notice how you moan and choke around the bigger man’s cock, instead groaning and panting when you cum around him, your juices squirting and dripping down his thighs while your pussy tries to desperately force him out for any sort of relief, but he’s not done with you.
he gives a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling out and painting your skin with his cum. you were a masterpiece, to his eyes, when you were covered in his seed, he loved watching how it would drip down your ass cheeks, how it would slowly trickle down your cunt and taint the bed sheets beneath you. he moves aside to give the rest of them a clear view of your cum-covered body, how it trembles and shakes in fear. he runs a finger down your slit and you arch your back, keening closer to him in your post-orgasm bliss. you’re so sensitive and perceptive to his touch, he would almost feel bad for leaving you a mess, if it weren’t for the pretty sight of ushijima fucking your throat, using your mouth for his own pleasure as he forces you to take more of him.
“who wants to go next?” he asks, looking at the small crowd of people behind him, seeing a small spark inside iwaizumi’s eyes. he takes the initiative and walks up behind you, taking a hold of your shaking hips and lifting them, since you were practically laying down.
“you didn’t forget about me, did you?” he whispers, and you immediately whine, sobbing at the feeling of vulnerability. you feel as if you might really pass out if you have to go again, but you’re suddenly enlightened when he slowly pushes in through the tight ring of warmth, your cum filled pussy greeting him with an indescribable warmth that leaves his mouth agape.
you moan against ushijima one more time before you’re filled with his cum, overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin when he pulls out. you choke and cough it out, gasping for air after he finished cumming on your cheeks, and pulling on the sheets because hajime’s already started thrusting into you without any remorse.
he's quick to move your hips back to him, his balls slapping against your clit every time he slams his hips into yours. “you like it when i fuck you like this?” you squirm and shy away from his hold, your body too tired to hold itself up, and your face is squished into the pillow with the hand he presses to the back of your head, making sure to ground your cheek into the bed. “‘course you do, you love it, don’t you?” he answers for you, knowing well you’re too dumb to tell him for yourself, instead squealing everytime his fat cock hit the spot deep within your walls, making you keen and whine under him.
he flips you over and presses your knees close to your body, fucking you in the tightest mating press he could, while you paw at his chest for any sort of relief. his lips ghost over your neck, and slowly make their way to your plump lips, sore after being filled for such a long time. it’s a miracle you still have the strength to reciprocate his kiss as he moves his tongue along yours. you moan at his taste, a few beers he had been drinking before coming over, while he drinks in every little sound you make against his lips.
“pretty girl, cum for me, i know you want to” he says, long and breathy groans shuddering against your cheek when he felt your walls clamp down around him, and his hands squeeze around the fat of your thighs, painful, but easy to ignore when you were cumming around him, gushing and throwing your head back in ecstasy as he never stopped thrusting into you, not even to let you come down from your high.
“s-slow down! please—“
“hold your legs up” he completely ignores and interrupts you, waiting for you to take a hold of the back of your thighs so he can toy with your sensitive nub, rubbing your clit until you’re screaming his name and shaking wildly.
you know you’ve gone too dumb for his cock when you feel hot spurts of cum shooting on your cheek, staining your dainty skin with creamy white, until sakusa has nothing left to give. how did you not notice him stroking himself to the pretty sight in front of him.
he’s the cleanest out of all of them, going to the bathroom and bringing back a few baby wipes to clean the mess he made. he knows they’ll probably make an even bigger mess of your face later, but he couldn’t stand the thought of such a pretty face being ruined with his seed.
“h-hajime! i’m gonna cum— i’m gonna c-cum again!” you scream, letting go of your thighs and instead clawing at iwaizumi’s back as you come undone, leaving red nail prints on his back, evidence of the great time he spent with you. he groans against your ear when he releases inside of you, a feeling of warmth spreading on your womb and overflowing out of your raw cunt.
“good girl… good girl” he praises, sighing and panting, trying to recover his breath after fucking you like that. his hands relax a bit on your body, and instead of roughing tabs of your skin, he runs his hands over your curves, soothing you in praise for taking all of him.
he slips out of your tight walls, and watches as it drips like a fountain, oozing out and joining the other spilt cum on the bed. he leaves a last kiss on your forehead before bokuto replaces his space in front of you, taking in the sight of your sweaty fucked-out body while you look at him with numbed eyes, too messed up to complain that it was too much.
you’ve taken him before, but now that your body is spent out and tired, you’re not so sure if you can make it through without passing out.
it takes you off guard when he lays down next to you on his side and flips you to be on your side, facing him. you find it out of the ordinary, since he would usually fuck you in a simple missionary, but not tonight. then you felt the bed shift in weight behind you and you understood why. hinata laid down on his side behind you, his hard cock rubbing on your exposed ass, covered in dry and new cum.
bokuto roams his hands over your body, kissing your neck while hinata toyed with your pebbled nipples, rolling them between his fingers and grinding against you. can you blame him? he’s desperate after watching you get fucked over and over, and even after he came from touching himself, he just hand to fuck your tight pussy to be satisfied.
both of them position their cock’s to your entrance at the same time, making you tremble in fear and anticipation of the pleasurable burn of your cunt. it didn’t prepare you at all, you still yelp when bokuto slowly pushes in, followed by hinata slipping in inch by inch, making sure to calm you with a few strokes to your perky nipples.
“shh… you’re doing so good” he whispers in your ear, and bokuto nods in agreement.
“can’t take it! ‘s t-too big!” you cry, wrapping your arms around bokuto’s shoulders and burying your face in the crook of his neck. you bite down on the skin of his neck for relief, which only makes his hips stutter against you, wincing in slight pain and moaning.
“sure you can, puppy” shoyo is next to start moving his hips to the rhythm of bokuto’s, making sure to follow his pace and hit that sweet spot within you at the same time. “you’re already taking it, see?” you look down between sweaty bodies and see your cunt, stretched out beyond what you thought you could take.
you pant and look back up, almost scared at the sight before you continue nipping and sucking at bokuto’s neck, suckling small bite marks on his skin and leaving open mouthed kisses all over him, until you reached his lips, which you kissed with more need and want than the rest of his body.
you almost bite down on his lip when hinata starts playing with your clit, as if the torture against your abused pussy wasn’t enough.
“please! i c-can’t!” you sob, new tears running down your face again, only proving just how dumb you were for them, just how stupid and brain-dead you’ve gone for having the two of them fuck you at the same time. you try to shy away from hinata’s touch, but it’s too hard when you’re practically sandwiched between the two of them, no other option left for you but too lay there, all read out for them, and take it.
“you keep saying you can’t…” shoyo says, slapping your sensitive clit and making you cry in pain. “but this sweet pussy keeps sucking us in, are you sure you can’t?” he’s mocking you, grinning like a maniac, you can feel it when he starts kissing your neck.
“no! no no, please! h-hahh!” you whine when you start gushing around them, squirting and gripping onto bokuto’s back for dear life, not enough to draw blood, just enough to leave him panting and hissing in pain while he emptied himself at the same time you came. he fucked his cum into you, spurt after spurt while hinata followed not long after, spilling his cum inside your tight cunt.
“fuck, puppy” bokuto groans, using his hand to slick back the hair that stuck to his forehead with his sweat, slowly pulling out and collapsing on his back to the mattress, with you trying to cuddle closer to him.
“c’mon bunny” you hear a voice, but you’re not quite ano to identify it in your hazy state.”you didn’t think it was over, right?” he asks, pulling you towards him to the edge of the bed, you immediately start crying again, for all the right reasons he slips in carefully and sucks on your chest, leaving hickeys over every part of your body he could cover in his marks.
he’s slow and considerate about you, trying his best to angle his cock to that special spot he’d abused earlier when he fingered you, until you squeaked and bucked your hips against him. he found it.
your tight pussy is sucking him everytime he pulls out, and now he understands what atsumu meant.
good luck charm.
damn right. there’s no way someone is losing after fucking this tight cunt.
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MR. BRIGHTSIDE | B.B
summary┃the one where you fuck your ex’s dad.
pairing┃ex’s!dad!bucky x f!reader
word count┃1,997 words
warnings┃age-gap [20’s versus 40’s], cheating, divorce, sexual tension, teasing, revenge, protected sex, pet-names [sweets], squirting, oral, overstimulation, slight orgasm denial/edging, taunting, praise kink, metal arm kink, slight mocking — 18+ ONLY // MINORS DNI [please do not read if uncomfortable with any of the topics!]
notes┃i don’t think this is my best work, but i’m just trying to get through a funk. not proof read as always, oops.
The Killers were onto something, they really truly were when they wrote the lyric it started out with a kiss.
Because it was only just a kiss.
You didn’t know how it ended up like this, it was only just a kiss.
Except it wasn’t just a kiss.
At least not for your boyf—sorry, ex boyfriend.
He sure as hell did a lot more than just a kiss. Hitting all three bases in fact, slam dunking on them or whatever the fucking term is.
He did it all.
The worst part? He didn’t even cover his tracks properly, leaving you to find the evidence: panties shoved underneath the bed when you bent down to find the stupid earring backing that fell from your fingers.
You really wished you’d never bent down to find it, uncovering the pretty lace thong.
It wasn’t yours, never quite comfortably fitting into them before swearing them off. Your butt was plenty cute anyways.
Yet another part of you is glad that you found them because you would have never ended up in the position you were in.
Revenge tasted sweet and you really didn’t care about the consequences.
No, not when Bucky Barnes, your ex’s father was between your legs speaking Greek and making you moan his name.
Let’s rewind for a second.
You expected him to be there. For him to be opening the door. So when it wasn’t in fact him, but his father, well you were pleasantly surprised.
Call it what you want, but Bucky Barnes was hot.
He was a certified dilf, the ones you’d see at Disneyland and go damn, wish that was me.
And he was divorced, newly divorced. No one but a few people knew the details — you being one of them.
It had been a long time coming, apparently, neither of them putting up a fight as they signed divorce papers and she left.
He kept the house, busying himself with repair work as he told you he was looking to sell it and start fresh.
A new life. Some new experiences. New people.
You saw the way he looked at you, you weren’t blind to the fact that he licked his lips every time you wore something revealing or tight or really, anything.
He placed his hand on the small of your back whispering jus’ gettin’ by ya as a shudder went through your body.
How his son turned out to be a cheating dirtbag you’d never know. Quite frankly, you didn’t want to either because well, you wanted revenge.
You’d raised your share of men and God knows you were done with that.
Bucky was older, nearly twice your senior and maybe that was part of the appeal. Or maybe it was the bionic arm he told you countless stories of over dinner.
Whatever it was, he had you hooked.
So that’s how it started off with a kiss.
He had opened the door, moving aside to let you step inside as he put a hand on your shoulder and squeezed all while saying…
“Between you and me, he never could’ve treated you right.” Something about those words made you tingle, fire blazing inside of you as you had to take a deep breath and nod your hand.
“Thank you, Mr. Barnes. It means a lot,” he chuckled, reminding you that it was Bucky and that you would have to start getting used to calling him that.
Oh how intriguing that statement was.
The tension was thick and you knew Bucky could feel it too. You could tell by the way his eyes travelled up and down your body — nothing but a tank top and some shorts.
“Here, you can drop his stuff off in his room,” he said before you followed him up the stairs despite knowing the blueprint to his house.
You scoffed to yourself, of course your ex was living with his dad. Not that there was anything wrong with that.
It’s just that he kept telling you he was gonna get his own place, you know, for privacy. Yeah, it’d been two years and he hadn’t even tried to look for his own place.
You also thought you should be a lot more upset and broken-hearted over this. Carrying up a trash bag of his stuff and yet…all you could focus on was Bucky’s ass.
He opened the door and you just dropped his stuff on the floor without a second look before your eyes were trained on Bucky.
And his on yours.
And suddenly you were on the bed.
Lip-locked with your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the roots while he rutted his hips against yours before you finally parted for breath.
“You got any idea how sweet your moans are when you’re tryin’ to keep it down?” He whispered and fuck, it sent you into overdrive.
You whimpered, wanting to feel his lips on yours again.
Then an idea struck you, smirking as you licked your lips.
“Was always thinking of you, Bucky.”
That was clearly the right thing to say because he moaned into the kiss, nipping at your bottom lip as your heart thumped loudly, flipping at the prospect of fucking Bucky.
The way his hands travelled over your body, squeezing curves you’d grown to hate only for him to lust over. There was no denying that whatever the fuck you were feeling was real.
Even if it was a product of the moment; a product of you being cheated on causing your emotions to say fuck it and take what you’ve been wanting for years now.
So that’s how you got to this place.
With Bucky’s face between your legs, holding them open with thick arms as he lapped at whatever you had to offer him, making sure not to waste a single drop.
“I’ve never heard you so,” he stops to think, “loud.”
One cocky motherfucker, you thought, but he deserved to be one when he had made you cum two, three? Ah, you’d lost count.
“Never thought I’d get to hear you moanin’ all for me,” he hums, “so much better than what I’ve been dreamin’ ‘bout.”
Your legs instinctively go to squeeze shut, but Bucky has other plans.
“Uh, uh, Sweets,” he purrs, “I know you’re not done, look at how wet you are.”
His words made a shiver run down your body, thighs slick with your wetness and Bucky’s face was absolutely drenched as he continued to circle your clit with his tongue, rutting his hips into the mattress at the same time.
“I can feel how close you are, right on the edge,” he taunts, fingers curling upwards and brushing the spot you thought was a myth until that moment because no one had ever made you feel this good.
“If you want it,” he smirks, “all you gotta do is ask.”
You whine, arching your back as you grip onto the bedsheets like you’ve never before. His fingers are still deep inside of you, but they’ve stilled, eyes watching you like you’re a helpless deer in the wild and he’s the starving lion who’s gotten a taste for you.
“Please,” you croak, “please let me cum.”
He groans against your pussy, wrapping his lips around your clit and you’re on the verge of tears from how fucking good everything feels. Your brain is foggy, head dizzy and everything is a new sensation.
“You’re not gonna cum,” he growls, a whine leaving your lips out of pure frustration, “you’re gonna squirt for me.”
A throat wrenching moan rips through your chest, the wave of pleasure that washes over you (quite literally) curls your toes and steals all of the oxygen from your lungs.
You had a taste of Bucky could offer you and you knew that there was no going back.
“Fuck,” he hisses, “hottest fuckin’ thing.” He rushes out hastily before his lips are on yours in a deep, needy, and downright desperate kiss.
A kiss where when Bucky’s tongue swipes against your own, you can taste yourself on him and it sparks something inside of you. A carnal need before he’s looking at you, panting.
“Are you sure?”
Holy fuck, yes.
You nod, “I deserve to be fucked until I can’t walk.”
Oh yeah, that’ll do it before you’re flipped over on your hands and knees, face pressed in the sheets until you’re left shaking in anticipation. Waiting and wondering when and what Bucky’s next move is going to be.
The crunch of the condom wrapped only make you squeeze your eyes tighter before you feel one cool and one warm hand on each of your cheeks.
“Poor little thing,” he cooes, “jus’ desperate to get fucked every which way, huh?”
“Yeah,” it’s a pathetic little whimper that falls from your lips.
“Oh don’t worry,” you feel him glide through your folds before he’s lining up at your entrance, “‘m gonna take care of ya.”
You inhale sharply, waiting for the moment he plunges into you, but in never comes.
Instead, he bends his body over yours, mouth against your ear and you can feel his hot breath.
“You really think I’d miss the look on your face the first time you take me?” God, his voice was so low and raspy, vibrating through his chest and onto your back before you’re flipped around.
“I jus’ wanted to see that ass of yours,” he smirks. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly and out of sync, but Bucky doesn’t look anymore composed than you.
His hair is mused, from your fingers being run through it as you grip it. Cheeks tinted and flushed a pretty pink, lips wet and love bitten with blown pupils as he drinks the sight of you underneath him.
Completely submissive. Completely desperate.
Then the moment you’re waiting for finally comes. And you’re not sure it’s real because first time’s aren’t supposed to feel this good. Maybe you’re stuck in a dream, confined to your head and in a state of comatose.
“Fuck,” it’s that low, almost a whine breathy pant that leaves his lip as he sinks into you.
Head hung low as he watches his cock disappear into your cunt, the image being burned into his mind permanently now, sure to flash behind his eyes every time he closes them.
“Feel s’fuckin’ good, Sweets. So tight and warm, shit.” He’s reduced to incoherent blubbering as he rocks his hips against yours, circling them as he watches how your face contracts in pleasure.
Your mouth falling open, silent pants falling from it. How your eyebrows furrow and how you squeeze your eyes shut tighter every time he sinks back into you.
“And such a pretty sight, all for me,” he grunts, placing his forearms right beside your head, locking you in place.
You can hear the low mechanical whirring of his left arm as he fucks you, deep and slow, in your ear and it only reminds you of how powerful he is.
There’s something so intoxicating about him, how he smells like rich coffee and sweet oranges, but snarls at anyone who dares cross him.
“Oh I can feel how close you are, gonna make a mess all over my cock? Mark me as yours?” It’s a low taunt, a purr almost, as the bed creaks beneath you both.
You can only control yourself for so long before he sends you over the edge for the last time that day, gripping him until he spills into the condom.
The moans that leave him are filthy, full of absolute sin, but you continue to dig your fingernails deeper into the skin of his back because he likes it.
Both of you are entirely fucked out. Panting, trying to catch your breaths as you open your eyes and meet his. They have that hazy, post-sex glow that you knew you’d be seeing again.
It started out with a kiss, but you were glad it ended up like this.
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summary ─ “fuck him,” you muttered. “fuck him sideways.”
pairing ─ avenger!alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, a/b/o dynamics, mutual pining, flirting, kissing, light choking (:d), rough sex, getting together, heat/rut sex, scenting, idiots in love
a/n ─ blame seb for that ig story picture. it made me do it. but seriously, can he choke me. anyway sfjdsjf hope you like it! leave a comment if you do! thankl youuuu <333 (italic is bucky, bold is reader) enjoy this 5.6k monstrosity.
You and Bucky had been flirting for some time, but it was more of a friendly flirting rather than something more. He would call you cute pet names and let you play with his hair on movie nights, and you would let him cuddle or hug you whenever he needed touch. You liked spending time and having a lot of fun with him.
Sometimes you scented each other, too.
His scent was reminding you all kinds of things that you considered safety and homey, so you never said ‘no’ when he wanted to scent you. He let you scent him back most of the time and you used it on his behalf; scenting him when he felt anxious, letting him bury his nose into your neck so that he’d calm down after a brutal mission or nightmare. It worked well for both of you.
Sometimes, though, you wished something more from him. There were times where you wanted him to kiss you, to pull you flush against his muscle-clad, big and warm body and to touch you like that. You wanted to know how his arousal smelled like up-close, but you were valuing your friendship a bit too much to make a move; you were afraid that you’d lose him, and you couldn’t take the risk.
So, you kept it to yourself.
Times went by while both of you went on with your cute flirting and occasional hair-playing and cuddle/hug and scenting game. You knew you should have stopped scenting him back, you didn’t want to get in between him and his potential mate, since he’d been seeing other women sometimes. You overheard him and Sam talking about Tinder and getting dates from there. You also saw him carrying a gorgeous blonde to his room while kissing the daylight out of her.
You wanted so badly to be her, but it was just not possible. You knew it.
Sighing to yourself, you wiggled under your thick duvet, burying your body into the bed even more. It was way too late for you to be awake, but you couldn’t sleep. Your bed was comfy, warm and you put your duvet into a position that got you looking like a burrito. You were supposed to be passed out with these beautiful conditions, but your body was too hot, you felt too itchy to go to sleep. Your heat was close. You could sense it; you were in the pre-heat phase and you had about two days until it hit you.
You growled to yourself angrily a little as you wiggled a bit more. Your head was partially under your pillow when you heard your phone ping-ing. Frowning, you stuck your hand out to grab it, seeing that you had one unread message. You opened it.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned out accidentally when you saw what it was.
It was Bucky. He was shirtless and had his dog tags on. He was holding a cup in his big hands. All the muscles and veins were visible and bulging. He had a flirtatious look on his face. He seemed to wearing thin basketball shorts under, but they did very little to hide whatever he was… hiding there.
“Shit,” you whimpered. Your face was heating up rapidly. You felt your body was ready to burst, explode, whatever. Your heart was beating in your mouth. You could feel your pussy getting wet and even throb a little. You swallowed the spit that collected in your mouth when you heard another ping.
ah, shit, sorry, doll. i meant to send that to someone else.
Well, you thought and sighed.
“It’s not fair,” you whined and inched down on your bed, your legs spreading themselves instinctively. You bit your lip. You could finally make a move and say something suggestive, or you could just… chicken out. “Fuck him,” you muttered. “Fuck him sideways.” Your phone ping-ed again.
how is it look, though? i’m not sure about sending it rn
i think i’m chickening out
You rolled your eyes as his texts. Of course he didn’t like the picture where he looked so fucking sexy.
no, you look good, you texted him back. you look damn good, actually. idk why you’re chickening out. You saw the three dots that were inclining that he was writing and waited.
i dunno, he sent. she’s real nice, ya know. i don’t wanna fuck up
“Fuck whoever she is,” you whispered. “Fuck her if she thinks you’re fucking up when you send her a picture like this.”
why would sending a shirtless pic make you fuck up anyways?
she might think i’m a bit forward? idk honey i really care about her and i don’t want her to think i’m only talking to her bc i wanna fuck her ‘til she passes out.
“What the fuck,” you whispered again, your eyes narrowing and scent turning into its sickly sweet self by the half-dirty talk. Bucky never said anything to you like this before. You shared almost everything, but when the subject was sex Bucky was always a bit shy. Now, though, he didn’t sound shy. “I shouldn’t find this sexy.”
well, i don’t think she’ll have a problem with that, pal. esp with that pic
The three dots appeared again.
so you’re saying that she’ll know that my only purpose isn’t fucking her through her mattress?
i mean i know this isn’t a dick pic but still
You shake your head fondly. Even when he was trying to sext with a woman, he was being a gentleman. You liked that about him. He was always thinking how the other person would feel if his actions were to get misunderstood. It was cute.
you’re cute, you sent. she’ll understand.
Dots appeared but disappeared a second later. It repeated itself for a couple time before it totally vanished. You frowned but didn’t think too much about it. There really wasn’t much he could say to your last text, you thought. Maybe he finally sent the picture to the person who should have received it in the first place.
You took a deep breath as you looked at the picture again.
God, he was so handsome. He recently had a haircut, and it looked very good on him. He had faint stubble. When you first looked at the picture, you thought he had a flirtatious look, but actually he was just adorable. He was caught in mid-wink, you thought. His flesh hand was dwarfing the big navy colored mug he had in his hand. You knew that mug, you bought him that as a birthday gift, and it was a very big one. You never noticed how big his hands were before, but now that you knew, it was going to be hard to take your eyes away from them.
“Ugh,” you grunted, feeling the itchy sensation increasing. “Fuck me.” Locking your phone, you dropped it on your night stand. You were wet and horny, but you didn’t have any energy to touch yourself. So, you just hugged your pillow and closed your eyes.
The morning found you pouring yourself a cereal with still sleepy eyes. The sun was shining brightly, the kitchen was quiet and it seemed like you were the only living creature in the tower. You yawned as you put the cereal box down and poured some milk into your bowl. You perched yourself onto the chair by the kitchen island and dug into your cereal.
You had… vivid dreams last night. It included a pair of hands touching your naked skin, blur of colors and some moaning. You vaguely remembered that there were hushed whispers of a little dirty talk, but the details blurred as soon as you woke up.
That meant you were even achier than last night. You grunted into your cereal.
“Hey,” you heard someone murmur and jumped, it was Bucky. He looked like he just came back from a run. “Shit, sorry,” Bucky muttered. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” You shrugged as you slurped the last of your cereal. With the corner of your eyes, you saw his nostrils flare and realized he was scenting the air. “Y’alright, doll?”
“Mmhm, just achy,” you murmured and carried your bowl to the sink. Bucky stayed silent and watched you washing your bowl and rolling your shoulders a couple times. He could smell your scent; it was content but somehow… off. He also knew your heat was close. Your scent was too sweet albeit being a little off, it was like he just stepped into a bakery and got hit with freshly baked goods. It was mouthwatering. Eyes narrowing, Bucky murmured a silent ‘fuck it’ to himself, he stepped behind you.
“You seem awfully tense, honey,” Bucky muttered into your ear as he pressed his body to yours. “Couldn’t sleep well?” You tensed. You could feel the heat coming off of his body, could smell his clean sweat, cologne and his own musk; it was woody and fresh: like a bonfire in the middle of a forest. More importantly, you could feel all the muscles and ridges on his body against yours.
“Somethin’ like that,” you whispered. Bucky cooed at you softly. His arms wound themselves around your waist, pulling you in and making you rest your body against his. His scent surrounded you in a second, and you felt like you were being cocooned in your bed by your soft blankets.
“Breathe with me, love,” he murmured. “It will help you loosen up.” You swallowed and nodded. Feeling his chest moving behind you, you followed his movements. “That’s it,” he said, “You’re doing great.” You breathed in, in, and in and then let it ouuuut. You felt your shoulder relax a bit. “That’s it,” he whispered and─
His lips were right over your pulse. His stubble was rubbing the sensitive flesh of your neck. You shuddered uncontrollably. Bucky hushed you as his lips brushed against your skin. His hot breath was licking your neck, making the hair on your body rise. He nosed your glands there; taking lungful of your scent, Bucky grumbled to himself about how good you smell.
With a small grunt of his, he took a step forward and cornered you against the counter. You gasped.
“Hmm,” Bucky hummed, “You are tense, honey.” His lips found your jaw, his nose poked your temple and you shuddered again.
It felt like you were underwater but weren’t drowning; everything was peaceful quiet, and you were floating.
“Bucky,” you whispered. He hummed. “Bucky…” He kissed your neck, bit down on the flesh and sucked it a little. You felt your legs tremble when you felt your heat creeping in even closer and grabbed his arms around your waist for support. You tipped your head back, exposing your throat to him, and closed your eyes.
Placing kisses all over your neck, nibbling on your jaw, one of his hands grabbed your face to turn it towards him. “Tell me you don’t want it, and I’ll stop. I promise I’ll stop.” You didn’t say anything but leaned into his touch. “Tell me.”
“I want it,” you whispered, surpassing a shiver. Your heat was taking over your body, and Bucky needed the verbal confirmation before it consumed you.
“Honey,” he said softly. “Your heat is starting, do you want me to help you?” You gasped silently, realizing that you were feeling woozy a little and your vision was fuzzy around the edges, now.
“Yes,” you answered him. “Please, alpha?”
Bucky’s chest rumbled lightly with approval and captured your lips with his. You moaned into his mouth. It was as soft as it looked and was caressing yours so nicely. You whimpered as you sneaked your hand into his slightly damp hair. You craned your neck to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue join the game, too. Bucky groaned.
“Fuck, love,” he whimpered. “Your skin feels so soft under my hands, your body is so warm… Mmm, I wanna eat you right up.” You wiggled in his arms.
“Please,” you whispered. Bucky bit down on your bottom lip. His other hand sneaked into your pajama bottoms, sliding right into your panties and nudging your clit gently. You gasped loudly as Bucky cursed.
“Holy shit, honey,” Bucky groaned. “You’re wetting your pajama bottoms with your slick.” You whimpered when you felt one long digit swiping the slick that gathered between the lips of your pussy. “Is it for me?” He asked, a low growl could be heard in his voice. You nodded. Bucky tugged on your hair. “Words. Use’em.”
“Yes!” You cried out. “Yes, only for you, Bucky, yes!”
“That’s more like it,” Bucky murmured and slid two of his fingers inside you. Biting your lip to stop yourself moan loudly, your hand tightened in Bucky’s hair and you bared your throat to Bucky by the throwing your head back even more, submitting him.
The way Bucky was fingering you was relentless; two of his long and thick fingers were stroking your wet walls, crooking them to graze over your sensitive spot sometimes while the heel of his hand was pressing down on your clit. You were being stimulated from almost all your open ended nerves so perfectly, you wanted to cry.
“I wish you see how you look right now, baby,” Bucky whispered. “You’re so deep into your pleasure...” You hummed and let out a gasp when he crooked his fingers again. “You take my fingers so nicely. My hand is drenched, baby, goddamn.” He nosed your bared throat, taking deep breaths, Bucky filled his lungs with your sweet heat scent. “Gotta get you to your room, love. The whole kitchen is gonna smell like your heat if we don’t.” You whined, but you weren’t lost in your head yet, so you knew he was right. You nodded. Bucky kissed your neck and suddenly, your world was upside down.
You were thrown over his shoulder like he was a caveman and you were his prey. “Bucky!” He chuckled, his metal hand slapping your ass, he stepped into the elevator and told Jarvis to go up to your floor. He carried you like that throughout the whole trip. You got to feel his back muscles all the way to your room, though, so you thought it wasn’t so bad.
Bucky dropped you on the floor gently. You were standing right in front of your room. “I can wait here,” Bucky murmured and continued when he saw your confused look. “While you are getting nest sorted out, I can wait here.”
Your heart swelled in your chest because ain’t he the most thoughtful.
“Aww, James,” you whispered. He just smiled and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Really?” He nodded. You knew he took these kinds of things serious because he was a bit old-school, but you liked that about him very much.
“Yeah,” he said. “Actually, why don’t you go ahead and sort your nest out while I get us some water and snacks?” You placed your hand on your heart.
“A man after my stomach,” you said dreamily, making him snort. “Okay.” He kissed your neck one more time and walked back to the elevator.
You had a spring on your step as you walked inside of your room and stripping the bed from unnecessary things. You pulled out your softest linens, blankets and pillows; arranging them on the bed the way you liked, you added some extra tiny pillows. It looked inviting, personal and smelled like you strongly. You smiled, pleased with your efforts. Just as you sat down on the bed in your underwear, you had kept your oversize t-shirt though, you heard a knock.
“Come in!” You called out and saw Bucky’s smiling, handsome face. He had arms full of snacks and water bottles, he also had other things which you couldn’t figure out what. You watched him as he put the things he carried into your room on your small desk.
“I, uh,” he started, suddenly looking bashful. “I thought you might want, uh,” Bucky stammered over his words and just handed you something.
It was his blanket from his bed and the sweatshirt you saw him wearing yesterday.
“I can always put them aside or bring more, whatever you want,” Bucky hurriedly added. You shook your head as you reached and took them from him. You folded the sweatshirt and put it right next to your bed where you would be reaching something to wear after you were through, and spread the blanket on your bed, rearranging your pillows. You took your t-shirt off before you turned and faced with Bucky.
You walked up to him slowly until you were standing right in front of him. You could see his nostrils flaring, pupils dilating and him scenting the air. “Kiss me, alpha?” Bucky let out a broken sound before he pulled you against his body, his flesh hand cradling your face gently, and leaned down to give you the kiss that you asked for so nicely.
It was, hands down, the most loving and gentle kiss you’ve ever had. It was nothing like the kiss you’ve shared in the kitchen. This one was chaste. Bucky’s lips were soft, and he was kissing you like a longtime lover. Moaning lightly, you tilted your head to your side and deepened the kiss a bit; pushing up on your tiptoes and winding your arms around his neck, you felt his arms wrapping themselves around your waist one more time.
You felt amazingly consumed and caged and overwhelmed, and you were fucking loving it.
Bucky pulled back slightly. “Bed,” he commanded. His voice was rough and low. His woodsy, fresh smell had taken a sharp turn and now it was more like burning wood and citrus. You loved how forest-y his scent was. You quickly climbed on the bed, and a second later Bucky joined you.
His big body caged yours under him. The body heat this man had was driving you crazy because he was so fucking warm, it made you want to wrap yourself around him like a koala and never let go.
“Bucky…” You breathed when you felt his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin of your neck, gasped when he placed a soft bite there. His light stubble was rubbing your skin raw, but you were loving it just like everything else. You felt him press his body against yours fully as he drew in a deep breath.
“God, your scent is drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he murmured and kissed his way downwards. He stopped when he came across to your bra, looking up in your eyes, he silently asked for permission to take it off. You nodded. As soon as your breasts were free from their containment, Bucky latched on to one of your nipples, making you throw your head back and moan loudly.
“Fuck!” You yelped when he bit down and sucked and did… things with his tongue. He was licking and sucking, his saliva had covered your nipple and you could hear the slurping sound. It was so sexy, the pleasure was so intense; you felt like you were about to come. Whimpering, you slid your hands in his short hair, pulling and scratching his scalp. Bucky hummed. The vibrations and the graze of his teeth made you hiss, your body was trashing beneath his strong one.
Bucky pulled back with a ‘pop’, licking his lips, his fingers toyed with your other nipple. “How are you feelin’, love?” He asked. You panted lightly as you gave him thumbs up but yelped again when he pinched your nipple. “Words,” he growled. “I told you to use them.”
“’m good,” you whimpered, nipple throbbing deliciously. “’m good, I swear, ‘m fine, alpha.” Bucky hummed at the name. He always liked being called ‘alpha’ during sex before, he was never shy to tell his partners to call him that when he wanted to end his dancing night with someone, but hearing you call him that was turning him on in a whole different level.
Growling approvingly to himself, Bucky’s fingers found the hem of your panties. Before he could ask for permission, you lifted your hips to help him remove them easily. Bucky took a hold of the flimsy fabric, quickly dragging it down your beautiful legs, he threw them somewhere in the room. You were now under him with all your naked fucking glory, and Bucky’s mouth was watering at the sight of you. His gums were hurting with the desire to claim and mark you.
“You are gorgeous, baby,” Bucky murmured, fingers trailing over your soft skin and making you shiver happily. He leaned in. His light stubble rasped against your nipple as he nosed your collarbone, licking and sucking small marks there. You sighed. Your hands were buried deep in his short hair, the fluffiness of it turning into a messy state. “You feel so good against me,” he murmured again, lips brushing over the sensitive skin of your breasts. You whimpered. The ache between your legs was getting intolerable with each passing second, and you wanted him to take you already.
“Bucky…” You breathed. “Please, Bucky, alpha, I-I can’t, it h-hurts,” you babbled, hands now clawing his strong and wide shoulders. Quickly, Bucky shushed you with kisses, murmured filthy nonsense into your ear as he trailed one hand down your front. You gasped when his fingers brushed against your clit. It was already so sensitive and throbbing and aching─
“So wet,” Bucky whispered. “I’m gonna taste it later.” He brushed his fingers up and down for a couple times and pulled his hand back. “Now, we make your hurting stop, love.” You nodded. Your eyes were half-closed, you looked debauched without Bucky doing anything properly yet, and more importantly you looked drunk with only a couple kisses and touching from him.
If that ain’t the best kind of ego boost, I don’t know what is, Bucky thought to himself as he bit his lip and removed his clothes. Your sweet heat scent was filling his lungs and the room, and making him feel lightheaded. His skin was prickling with the intensity of your scent. He knew very well no matter how many times he’d shower that he would be smelling like you even days after your heat ended. Honestly, that would be a dream come true for Bucky.
His crush on you was getting stronger rather than dying down. He had tried dating with other people, hooking up or just spend his rut with at least a partner, but he just couldn’t because his body was yearning yours. His lungs were desperate for your sweet, calming scent filling them, his fingers were itching to feel your skin, and his lips were tingling to meet with yours… His whole body had been wanting you, no one else had made him feel this way before.
“God, Y/N,” Bucky breathed. His eyes were now fully black, face darkened with lust and his body heat had increased. He was about to enter his rut, he knew it. Bucky leaned forward and licked a fat line from your collarbone to all the way up to your ear, making your bonding glands throb. You gasped at the feeling.
“Fuck, Bucky!” You sighed, eyes screwed shut. Bucky hummed. His fingers moved south, were quick to find your dripping and aching core, he slipped two of his fingers in you. You moaned. His fingers were moving in and out of you rapidly, thumb pressing lightly on your clit. He could feel the poor thing throb beneath his fingertip, Bucky chuckled against your throat and nipped the skin there. You moaned one more time, but louder, your nails dug them deep into Bucky’s meaty shoulders. Bucky hissed at the slight pain, but all the pain during sex was welcomed in his book.
Bucky pulled his fingers out and pushed off of you, ignoring your little whines. “Present,” he ordered, his voice was still soft even though his commanding tone. Whimpering, you flipped onto your tummy, pressed your chest against the soft linens beneath you and lifted your ass high up on the air. Bucky groaned. “Damn, kitten,” he whispered. You shivered. He placed his hands on your ass, and then moved them up, up, up and slid one of them into your hair. “Do I need a condom?” You nodded.
“Birth control is no good for me,” you panted lightly. Bucky nodded, pressing a kiss on your cheek, he leaned sideways to grab a condom from his bedside drawer. You rubbed your face, wiggled your hips and fisted the bedding as Bucky put on the condom. As soon as he was done, he walked closer to you on his knees and immediately draped his body onto yours. You sighed at the skin-to-skin contact.
“Tell me if you want to or need me to stop because you don’t like what we’re doing, alright?” Bucky murmured. You nodded.
“I will,” you slurred slightly and earned another kiss on your cheek. You hummed happily. You felt the blunt tip of his cock against your wet folds and held your breath. With a smooth, slow thrust of his hips, Bucky slid into you. “Fuuuck,” you sighed, eyes closed and mouth open, drooling just a little bit. The ache in your core was disappeared as soon as Bucky filled you up.
“Goddamn,” Bucky gritted. Your pussy was hugging his hard as hell cock so nicely, Bucky felt like he was being wrapped with the softest blankets to ever exist. Falling onto his elbows, Bucky placed kisses on your bare shoulders. He moved his arms carefully and wrapped them around your torso. One of his hands was wrapped lightly around your neck, and you felt another flame taking over your body with the feeling.
“Move,” you whispered. “Alpha, please, move.” Bucky shushed you gently. Never stopping peppering kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek, Bucky moved his hips slowly at first. You gasped, head thrown back on Bucky’s shoulder, you closed your eyes.
Your mind was fogged, body wrung tight with sexual frustration and the coil in your belly was burning hotter each passing second. You could feel your heat taking over your body. Bucky’s strong scent was covered with the traces of faint rut, and his scent was clogging up all your senses.
It felt magnificent.
“Alpha,” you moaned when his cock touched a spot in you, your body suddenly waking up. Bucky grunted. His rut was making him a little non-verbal, but he was okay with it. “Faster,” you whimpered. “Faster, harder, alpha, fuck!” The breath knocked out of your lungs with Bucky’s hard thrust.
Grunting and rumbling deep in his chest, Bucky started slamming into you. Your slick was now covering his inner thighs and groin, making these obscene sounds to echo in your room and your skin to stuck each other whenever Bucky’s pelvis kissed yours. You whimpered. Your body was both loosening up and tightening even more as Bucky’s thrusts became harder and deeper. Your body was melting under his, muscles were getting lax because of the rut scent and soft rumbles Bucky was occasionally letting out.
“Mmm,” Bucky hummed, nose poking your bonding glands. “You smell so good, omega,” he murmured, and you shuddered under him. Bucky chuckled darkly. His hot breath licked over your pulse. His short fangs grazed over the sensitive skin, tongue poking out to lick and suck as his pace turned into even something more feral. The sound of skin slapping skin was so loud, you were deafened by it.
You whimpered when you felt his teeth again. You had no fear of Bucky mating you, you knew him enough to know that he wouldn’t do that, but feeling him dragging his fangs up and down like that on your bonding glands was incredibly turning you on. You grabbed onto his arms when he slightly straightened up so that he could drive in you deeper.
“Shit,” you gasped. Bucky growled. His arms around your neck tightened its hold a bit, enough to make you feel every drag of oxygen. “Fuck, Bucky─” His cock was driving in and out of you at a mad pace, balls slapping against your clit and obscene sounds of your wet pussy was driving you even crazier.
With a snarl, Bucky pulled you up against him, flipping you on your back in a matter of seconds. When he slid into your once again, you felt the bulge of his knot at the base of his cock. You gasped, looking down, your mouth hung open on its own. Bucky chuckled.
“That mouth of yours is hungry, ain’t it?” He asked, a filthy smirk on his face. You tried to swallow the spit, but he didn’t let you. He stuffed three of his metal fingers into your mouth. “Suck on’em, honey,” he ordered lovingly. You moaned as you did what you were being told and felt his pace falter for a second. “Fuck.” You hummed around his fingers. His rut scent getting stronger, covering your body, your bed and leaving its mark deep into your bones, you felt like a cat under the sun.
Bucky placed his flesh hand on your pussy. His hips were moving with a rapid pace, your fluids were mixing with his. His thumb found your clit and started to play with it. You cried out. your back arching, you moaned around his fingers, your pussy tightening on his cock. Bucky gasped and grunted. His balls were hurting because of how full they were.
“Come for me,” he whispered. “Fuckin’ come for me, omega,” his harsh whispering voice commanded. You felt your eyes roll back as the pleasure and blinding orgasm took over your body. Bucky cursed as he felt your mouth watering even more around his fingers, pussy walls clamping on his cock and knot. Gasping, Bucky leaned in and pulled his fingers out your mouth so that he could kiss you. Bucky was so close, so fucking close─
“Mmm,” you hummed into his kiss. “C’me f’r me, alpha,” you murmured, placing sloppy kisses on his mouth. “C’mon, breed me, fill me up, make a mess─”
Groaning loudly, Bucky slammed forward one last time before he felt his knot popped. His balls seized so hard, Bucky let out a wounded sound. You shushed him. Placing your hands on his face, you kissed him. He sighed into the kiss as he thrusted in and out of you slowly, fucking his come deeper into you.
“Fuck, honey,” Bucky breathed out when the intense part of his orgasm washed away. You smiled, kissing him again. Bucky kissed you back soundly. “Damn, I’ve never come that hard before,” he said, chuckling.
“Good,” you said. Your scent flaring up with smugness, Bucky laughed.
“Yeah, alright, you’re possessive,” he said with a smile on his face. You felt your cheeks heat up and ducked your head. Bucky continued to smile but couldn’t stop himself from leaning down for another kiss.
After a couple minutes of lazy make-out, Bucky carefully re-arranged your positions so that he could cuddle you without crushing you. You lay like that in silence, feeling content. Your heat and his rut had diminished for the time being, giving you some time to recover. You were playing with his metal hand when the thought struck you.
“Hey,” you murmured, and Bucky hummed as an answer. “What did she say?” You asked him. He made a confused sound.
“Who? About what?”
“You sent me a picture last night and said you were chickening out because she was real nice and you don’t wanna fuck it up,” you explained, a little bit jealousy slipping into your scent. “Did you send her the picture? What did she say?” You felt him freeze momentarily, but then he let out a small chuckle.
“I sent it, yes,” he said. “She said that I look damn good and that I can’t fuck this thing up, not with that picture, and that I’m cute and she’ll understand why I sent it.”
“It was intentional,” you murmured. Bucky hummed in approval, kissing your shoulder and tightening his arms around you. “You asshole,” you shrieked, hitting his arm. “You could have just come to me!” Bucky laughed as you hit him again.
“I’m sorry!” He said. “I actually didn’t mean to send you that picture, I swear. I hit send accidentally, but I also said ‘might as well’ afterwards, so,” he murmured, shrugging.
“God, I can’t believe this,” you grumbled. Bucky nuzzled your neck. “I couldn’t sleep last night because of that picture,” you admitted.
Bucky frowned. “Why?”
“I was horny, Bucky,” you said. Bucky let out a loud laugh.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he murmured, but you knew he wasn’t sorry at all.
“No, you’re not,” you rolled your eyes, pouting at the same time.
“No, I’m not,” he agreed, slowly moving on top of you. “I can make it up, though…” Kissing your cheek, he poked your nose with his playfully. “You said you were horny, right? How about I do something about that?” You smirked.
“I’m in heat, Barnes,” you said. “You better make it up to me.” Bucky smirked right back at you.
“Your wish is my command, m’Queen,” he said, sweeping you into a passionate kiss.
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