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nermalina · a day ago
hehe lemme try again
wat bout dilf!bill nye pegging daddy thanos with a graduated cylinder?
jock!nat leaving her girlfriend with mommy!melina for an hour bc she forgot her equipment at school. Then mommy!melina corners the reader and asks if Nat and her have ever done it. but the reader is still a virgin and melina tries changing that
personally, I like the first idea better :)
spoiler alert: i did not write the first idea
warnings (18+ only): smut, cheating, legal age gap (r is 18+), innocence kink (?), vaginal fingering, mommy kink, praise kink
you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <3
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“i think i forgot my uniform in my locker.” natasha breathed, pulling away from you. you sighed, looking down at your lap. every time you felt like things were actually going somewhere with natasha, there would always be something that popped up that would prevent you from doing so. “mom’s gonna kill me if i don’t bring it back for her to wash.”
“you can drop by campus after you drop me off home.” you suggested, hoping that she would stay with you. “they should still be open because of night classes.”
“yes, but the locker room gets locked up earlier because there’s no practice going on that late.” natasha explained, rising from the couch. “i’ll be back soon, just stay here.”
“you’re gonna leave me here all alone?” you pouted, pulling her hand back.
“not all alone.” natasha chuckled, leaning down to peck your lips. “my mom’s home, i’m sure she would be happy to keep you company.”
“i would.” melina said, arriving at the bottom of the stairs. “i hope you won’t find me too boring.”
“you’re not boring at all,” you replied with a warm smile.
“see, you two get along well already.” natasha beamed, grabbing her jacket and keys. “i’ll see you both soon.”
once the front door had shut, melina took natasha’s place beside you. “how are things with natasha?” she asked.
“they’re alright,” you answered, clearing your throat. her question had caught you off guard, especially since that was her way of starting a conversation with you.
“she’s been treating you well?” you hummed in response, looking everywhere but her. “satisfying your every need?” she added suggestively, placing her hand on your knee. you stiffened, snapping your gaze towards her hand and then to her. “i know you’re frustrated that natasha won’t give you what you want, honey. sorry, she’s so clueless.”
“it’s okay, we just haven’t gotten enough time to spend with each other.”
“that’s because her priorities are all wrong.” melina rolled her eyes, moving her hand up your skirt. “i can give you what you want, sweetheart. you just have to let me.”
“please, mommy.” you whined. your eyes widened when you realized what you had just called her. “i’m-”
“don’t worry, mommy will take care of you, baby.” melina cooed, teasing you through your panties. she pushed the fabric aside and pressed her fingers into your entrance. “that’s what i’m here for.”
your hands tightened around the edge of the cushion beneath you as she slowly worked her fingers into your heat. her thumb slid over your clit, gently rubbing at it. “be a good girl for mommy and cum before nat gets back.”
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bigfan-fanfic · a day ago
Tight Pants (Male!Reader x Scott Lang)
Requested by anonymous for “Just to continue the tight pants trend, how about one with Scott? Maybe Scott ended up with them as a gag gift, maybe from Luis along with some complex story about why, and his bf just eggs him on to actually try them.”
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“Damn! Scotty, come on, admit it, those are gonna be IT!” you hear Luis’ voice shouting, before a spluttering noise from your boyfriend.
“Luis, it’s a damn Speedo! Guys don’t buy other guys Speedos, it’s just not something that’s done!”
“Scotty, it’s 2021. Guys can buy other guys Speedos now, it’s like getting each other condoms.”
You hear Kurt’s voice responding in his accent. “Yes. Is true. Especially if you are swimmer.”
Then Dave pipes up. “Nah, I don’t think so. A Speedo’s gotta be something you let a man’s girlfriend or his boyfriend buy him. You don’t buy your boy a Speedo.”
“Can we please stop talking about the Speedo my friend bought me?” Scott pleads. “I just want you to take it out of here before Y/N tries to make me wear it.”
“What? You think your boyfriend won’t like the thong I picked out for you? What’s the matter, you think I got bad taste or something? Do you think I got bad taste, Scotty?”
You decide to put your boyfriend out of his misery. “I’d love to see what you chose, Luis.”
Luis grins at you and then gives Scott a “see” look. He glances up at you.
“Normally I wouldn’t be getting Speedos for anybody, you know what I’m saying? But look, my cousin Raul came out as gay last month - it was at my aunt’s third wedding and we found him kissing the wedding singer dude - and he and my cousin - my other cousin Ernesto - went to visit his new clothing shop, you know, to support him as family. So Ernesto and I are looking around this place and Ernesto is like, ‘Dude, you know this is a gay store, right?’ and I tell him “just cause a gay guy runs it doesn’t mean it’s a gay store,’ and then he points out that we’re in a place that sells assless chaps and so I tell him assless chaps aren’t always gay and I go and buy a pair, and he doesn’t wanna be homophobic so he gets a pair and then we go through the store and I buy a couple Speedos and a leather harnessy thing - I gave that to my buddy Stanley - and then Raul comes up to us and he’s like, ‘dude, why are you buying so much?’ and Ernesto is like, “we’re making a statement,’ and I think ‘hey, my boy Scotty could use an update on his wardrobe, what’s the in stuff for gay dudes now?’ and Ernesto tells me ‘these Speedos are all the rage’ and I say ‘my boy Scotty only just came out and I don’t wanna scare him off’ and Ernesto tells me ‘ooh, your boy Scotty’s gay? I have a coworker who’s single,’ so I say ‘Nah, Scotty’s got a man already’ and Ernesto says ‘solids are gonna be your best bet’ so Ernesto and I both get a pair of red Speedos to give to our gay bros, and that’s about it.”
You’re always slightly stunned after one of Luis’ long-winded fast-paced tales.
But after a few blinks, you nod. “Okay, then. Come on, Scott. Let’s see em.”
Scott glances at his friends. “Okay, see you guys around!”
Kurt pouts. “But is Takeout Thursday and we eat together.”
Dave nods. “It’s tradition, man. Come on, we’re not gonna look or anything. Just hurry up and try the damn Speedos on for your man.”
You grin. “Thanks, boys. Go ahead and order the works. We feast like kings!”
Scott sighs as he follows you to the bedroom. “They’re gonna be here all night.”
You chuckle. “Your punishment for trying to take the sight of my sexy boyfriend in a Speedo from me.”
Scott laughs a little and gives you the worst striptease ever - mainly because he’s dancing all goofy and grinning and totally ruining the mood, but even so you have to admit he looks amazing under his clothes.
He groans a little from the bathroom and you stand in concern. “What’s wrong?”
Scott groans again. “Luis doesn’t know my size is what’s wrong. They’re way too tight.”
You open the door and ogle him - they may be super tight but they frame his ass and package perfectly, making him look ultra sexy. “Keep em on.”
He chuckles. “Not a problem. I think we’ll have to cut them off.”
You kiss him and he hums happily. “Think you can make it til they leave?”
“Depends. What’s at stake here?”
“Me tearing those things off you with my teeth.”
Scott’s mouth falls open. “Keepin’ em on, then.”
You kiss his cheek and smack his butt. “Put on some clothes and come on out, Scott. We got a long night ahead.”
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lokilaufeysonicon · 12 hours ago
Loki x reader fluff headcanon 💕
Y/n fears thunder, so whenever its lightning outside you will quietly flinch and let out a small whimper so that Loki doesn't hear it. But Loki knows his lover like an open book, so during thunderstorm he will scoops you up against him, despite your protest (𝗰𝘂𝘇 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳
, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺) . But at the end they will give up and sleep tightly in his arm.
Loki thinks its cute when his lover gets hiccup. He thinks the small sound ( when you are trying to supress the hiccup) is adorable.
You introduce him to some of your favourite video games. At first he thinks its ridiculous (cuz a god doesn't play with all those child-like thing). But one day, when you come home from work and call his name announcing your presence he doesn't response (unlikely of him) . So you go and check on him and see that the bedroom door is closed, pushing it open you let smiled when you saw him with your xbox trying his best to play. Later u join him and teach him. And somehow he ends up winning.
He helps you to dry and brush your hair after your shower. Basically you both help each other with the hair.
You bought loki a shirt which is apparently too big for him. when he wore it, was obviously loose for him. Squinting his nose, loki looks a bit annoyed at the size so you snuck your head from underneath the shirt till you made it to the neck of it. Your face was very close to his, and him getting all red with the closeness ( not that he is shy abt all this but he didn't expect this) . You give him a small kiss on his lips, later both you erupted into fits of laughter beause of the foolishness.
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thewritingdoll · a day ago
What do you think Matts cologne smells like
i’m gonna answer this like an hc because!!! i have some thots
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fandom marvel
featuring matt murdock (+ f!reader a little bit)
rating sfw!
content warning matt is his own warning, nonsexual nudity
word count n.a / headcanon
attention do not copy/repost/translate.
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let’s start with his soap choice.
because Matt’s senses are so heightened, anything with too many chemicals or perfumes or dyes are a no go. they make him itch like crazy and his skin breaks out into ugly, red splotches.
for the longest time, it was a constant gamble whenever he would buy soap, until you were scrolling through Instagram one day and saw an ad for an all natural soap that was mildly scented and extremely gentle on the skin and you ordered one.
he was skeptical at first, but you convinced him to give it a shot, and he really liked it.
his favorite scent is Birchwood; it leaves him smelling earthy and warm.
perfect for snuggling up to after a hot bath— you lay your head on his bare chest and breathe him in deep.
much like soaps, Matt has to rely on subtly scented, all natural deodorants instead of anything with aluminum in it.
he’s partial to fragrance-free, natural antiperspirants instead of piling on more for his sense of smell to go haywire over.
he also dislikes cologne.
every time he’s worn it (especially in his college days), it was so strong that the poor thing could hardly breathe.
most of the time, he doesn’t wear any at all.
however, he does have a little stash of patchouli oil that he’ll apply extremely lightly if you two have a date lined up that night.
he knows you love the smell, and that’s the only reason.
to put it simply, Matt Murdock smells like the day he’s had. you can always tell, especially when he comes home from work and leans in to kiss you, what sort of a day it was.
if he smells like coffee, a hint of the dark roast they keep on hand in the office, you know it was a long and stressful one—
he probably had one cup, but the deep, rich scent clings to skin and his clothes.
every so often, there’s a hint of the rawest form of his aroma just beneath the scent of his soap from his shower that morning, and that’s when you know the air conditioner at the office went out again.
most of the time, though, late at night when he returns to the apartment, he smells like blood and sweat. he smells like the city, the docks, an old warehouse. gunpowder or charcoal.
it’s those nights that you won’t let him get into bed.
you’ll grab his hand and lead him into the bathroom.
undress him slowly, giving him little kisses of encouragement, and being wary of any injuries he might have.
you’ll turn the faucet on the shower— you’ve always taken scalding hot showers, but you know he would feel like he was on fire, so you turn the dial exactly to the middle.
once inside with him, you take that favorite Birchwood bar of his and wash him yourself, slow and gentle, pressing your lips to the clean skin as the shower rinses the suds away.
once that’s done, he smells less like Hell’s Kitchen and more like your Matty again.
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captain-samerica707 · a day ago
The first time Tony showed Peter his lab, Peter immediately became emotionally attached to DUM-E. He loves it and treats it like a child. Because of this, he becomes extremely distraught when Tony constantly makes fun of it and gets mad at it, for example:
Tony, to DUM-E: I swear you are not good for anything. You can’t even hold a glass of water.
Peter, whispering and patting DUM-E: Don’t worry, buddy. I’ll teach you how to hold glasses of water.
Tony: If you knock that table over one more time I’m gonna make you into scrap metal
Peter, almost in tears: DAd sToP hE’s TrYiNg HiS bEsT.
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yandereaffections · a day ago
Could you please do hunted down with Vision from marvel?
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If you really think you can escape the man who can phase through walls than you're sorely mistaken
He's rather soft with you to begin with, gentle and always making compromises to the point you'd think he doesn't have a single bit of roughness in his vibranium body, but darling once you put yourself in danger best believe he'll do all that's necessary to ensure your back into the safety of his hold
You wouldn't even be able to leave the property he has you on before popping out of the ground right in front of you, a face of disapproval that stares you down. You can try to make a run for it but vision will quickly snatch you into his arms, girp of steel as he flys you two back inside the place he knows is safe for you, none of this is out of bad intention and until you understand that he will continue to guard the property
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becca-e-barnes · 2 months ago
#1 for imagine with dads!best friend 😉
So y/n has a crush on her dads best friend, because he’s this big beefy man with charm that makes all the ladies swoon. He’s all she can think about when she is laying there awake at night.
It’s her graduation (or some event) and her dad throws a celebration. Bucky is invited and she’s excited to see him until he shows up at their house with a random woman hanging off his arm. She’s jealous and realizes he’s never going to like her the way she would wants and sneaks off to her room to be alone, until Bucky finds her and they are alone
The Graduation Party
@littlecanadianlani was kind enough to send me over some (immaculate) Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky ideas and I’m so obsessed I think I’ll make them a series of one-shots so I can keep up with my requests at the same time!! Each piece will be a standalone fic rather than a chapter but I’m super excited about this!! 🥰 #2 is also out now! Read it here
I went for a graduation party since I didn’t really get one yet 😅
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Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 4.3K
Summary: Your parents throw you a graduation party but things take a turn when Bucky turns up with a new girlfriend
Warnings: Smut, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, fingering, huge age gap (Bucky is maybe around 40, reader is 21), lil angst perhaps? Fluff, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (behave yourselves pls), dirty talk, praise kink, degradation, pet names, coercion (but in the sense that Bucky knows he shouldn’t want his best friend’s daughter. All parties are enthusiastically participating), humping, riding, dumbification
Minors, do not interact
You weren’t sure there was a man more intimidatingly handsome than your dad’s college best friend and he knew it. If tall, dark and handsome was a person, it would be Bucky Barnes with his piercing blue eyes and soft, flushed, pink lips.
He was the definition of a bachelor. Unmarried, no kids, seemingly endless disposable income and from what your dad had told you, a new woman every week. And why shouldn’t he? Married life just didn’t seem to be his thing, settling down might never happen for Bucky and there was nothing wrong with that.
Plus the fact he hadn’t settled had kept your little crush alive. You couldn’t help wondering what it was like to be with a man like Bucky. A man with experience, a man who knew how to actually make love to a woman, rather just offer five minutes of painfully inadequate sex before rolling over and falling asleep, leaving you frustrated and unsatisfied.
It was terrible to admit but countless nights had passed with your hands delving between your thighs, a shiver running over your flushed skin as you imagined how his gruff little groans would sound when you offered yourself up to him. How it would feel to have him slipping into your tight heat until you weren’t sure where his body ended and yours began.
But your little fantasy was all crumbling down around you now, at your own graduation party no less. Bucky had just arrived with a girlfriend. You couldn’t have seen it coming, a tall, beautiful woman hanging off his arm as his dad introduced himself to her.
You couldn’t believe how jealous you were. You were only carrying a school girl crush after all, plain and simple infatuation, it was nothing serious but God, your chest had tightened with discontent seeing how he smiled at her, introducing her to the other guests at your garden party until those charming eyes locked with yours.
“Oh sugar, congratulations on the results! You did amazing!” He beamed proudly, crossing the whole garden to wrap you up in the tightest hug. His body felt huge and comforting, smelling fresh and woodsy and God it would be so easy to get lost in it, lost in him.
“Thank you Bucky!” You couldn’t help the tinge of heat burning in your cheeks as you pulled away.
“Oh angel, you make me feel so old. Can’t believe you’ve graduated college now! You’re so beautiful too, you’re all grown up! But hey, this is Sarah, she’s been dying to meet you!” Bucky grinned, his words making you tingle with longing right up until Sarah was thrust in front of you, your arms wrapping around her before you had a chance to stop yourself.
“It’s so nice to meet you honey, Bucky’s been gushing about how proud he is of you!” Sarah was so lovely. That was even worse. Never mind the fact she was pretty, she was painfully sweet.
“It’s nice to meet you too! Bucky hadn’t mentioned you before. How long have you two been… um…” you questioned softly, not really knowing their situation
“Dating? A few weeks now. No needa be shy honey, I don’t mind answerin’ your questions.” Bucky’s confident smirk made your stomach churn. The whole time you’d known Bucky, he’d never been this open about being in a relationship. In fact, Sarah was the first actual girlfriend you knew of. You could feel your smile faltering, your little crush being dashed before your eyes.
“Oh shit, we should go say hi to your mom, talk to you later okay?” Bucky grinned, gently lifting Sarah’s hand in his own once more and heading off to find your mother.
You needed to get away. You needed to get out of the crowd before the angry, frustrated tears that were prickling your eyes spilled over. It was stupid, childish and you knew that but it didn’t make it any easier, knowing you’d never compare to this beautiful woman in Bucky’s eyes. No one stopped you as you made your way to your room, the wooden door slamming behind you while you flopped onto the bed, face buried in the pillow.
You had no idea how long had passed before you heard the door creak open again.
“Baby, you in here?” The familiar voice sent longing straight through you, the sickly feeling nestling in your chest. At the sound of Bucky, you pulled your head up out of the pillow, thankful you had managed not to cry.
Bucky looked so damn concerned.
“Oh sweetheart, what’s wrong?” He questioned softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, face flooded with worry.
“Nothin’ Bucky, just didn’t feel great. Where’s Sarah?” You asked, running a hand through your hair, the hem of your little sundress ghosting the top of your knees.
“Oh she went home.” Bucky laughed, the low chuckle erupting from his throat.
“What’s so funny?” You quizzed gently, watching his expression as he turned to look at you.
“Say nothin’ okay? Your dad and I made a bet a few years ago. Bet me fifty bucks that I wouldn’t have a girlfriend by the time you were graduating. Sarah’s my neighbour, she volunteered to play along when I was tellin’ her bout you last week.” Bucky’s admission made your heart swell for so many reasons. He wasn’t settling down. Sarah wasn’t his, he wasn’t taken and fuck, he told his neighbour about you?
“Oh…. So you’re not… Dating?” Damn your curiosity, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you had considered how they would sound.
“Not dating anyone, sugar. Why? Ya getting jealous of Sarah?” He teased, working out that he was spot on when you couldn’t meet his gaze. You were jealous of Sarah. You did want to be her. You could feel how your cheeks were burning ferociously, the room suddenly far too hot despite the evening breeze drifting in the open window.
“Oh angel, don’t tell me a delicate, innocent little thing like you wants someone like me.” His words made you impossibly hotter, your skin only getting hotter under his intense gaze.
“If I didn’t know better honey, I’d think you were jealous of Sarah. You wanna be my girl, huh? I’d only ruin you princess. Don’t wanna do that, wouldn’t be right.” Bucky could hardly contain himself. Your attitude gave you away entirely. You did want him. You wanted to be ruined, pinned to the bed and fucked until you couldn’t cum anymore but he needed you to admit it. Needed to hear it out loud before he could give in.
“Tell me you want it angel. Tell me you wanna be treated right. Tell me how bad that little pussy needs a real man to take care of it.” Fuck, how had his voice dropped an entire octave? It was coming out as more of a low rumble, sexy and deep and delicious. The heat on your skin danced it’s way to your core, nestling in your tummy in a way that made your insides squirm.
“Fuck Bucky, I need it. Need you to t-treat me right.” You couldn’t even consider that he might be messing with you, so highly strung from need that it couldn’t even be a possibility. No, you needed this too badly now. Your fingers just wouldn’t compare to what you knew Bucky could offer.
“Fuck this is so wrong.” He hissed, hands fisting your bedsheets to hold himself back.
“Oh Buck, just once?” You suggested quietly, setting a hand on his clothed thigh. His eyes scrunched tightly shut at the contact, willing himself not to look. Not to feel you touching him. Your hand looked so tiny on his leg and you just wished he would open his eyes to see it.
“Careful angel, you don’t wanna do this.” He couldn’t bear to look at you. He couldn’t let himself. He knew that when the dam inside him broke, there would be no going back.
“Oh but I do Bucky. Wanted to do this for years.” His resolve was weakening, huge frame almost trembling at the thought of being buried so deep in your tight little body.
“Baby, it’s so wrong.” He was losing it as your fingertips trailed higher up his thigh. He could tell you had shifted closer without having to look at you, your breath tickling his neck from how close you were. He could smell your shampoo and your perfume but most of all, he could feel your confidence that was now seeping out of every pore, clearly emboldened by seeing the effect you were having on him and fuck, did he find it sexy.
“You know what’s ‘wrong’ Buck? How long it’s been since a man fucked me right. Bet you could change that though, couldn’t you? Bet you could make me feel so good. Two of my little fingers just don’t fill me the way I know you could. Such a tight squeeze, you have no idea. So warm and wet Buck, bet even you would struggle to last.” Where in the hell was all this confidence coming from? Half of you didn’t even care and after hearing the growl that came from Bucky, you knew he was loving it as much as you were.
“Oh fuck honey, you can’t say shit like that. Can’t fuckin’ handle it. Makes me wonder how filthy that little mouth can get.” His breathing was heavy and irregular, leaning into your lips on his neck, eyes still squeezed firmly shut.
“You wanna find out Buck? Wanna find out how good my mouth can make you feel?” Fuck he had lost it. The band inside him snapped, grabbing you by your thighs to pull you messily onto his lap, lips on yours in an instant. There was no finesse or practice to it, just two people, consumed by need, trying to relieve some tension but finding that making out had the exact opposite effect. You were both only becoming needier. Huge hands wandered over your body, the kiss becoming fiercer and more intense, fingers gripping hungrily at any exposed skin either of you could reach.
“Jesus, oh Bucky.” The little cry had slipped from your lips, muffled by Bucky’s own lips on yours.
“Oh god angel, we shouldn’t be doin’ this.” Bucky hissed quietly, removing his shirt nonetheless. He was so keen he could hardly keep up with himself but his head still told him he shouldn’t want this as much as he did.
“Do you wanna stop? Too old to keep up with me?” You teased him with a flirtatious roll of your hips over his crotch and you could’ve swore you heard an actual growl leave his throat.
“Was thinkin’ for your sake angel. Don’t think you’ll handle what I’m gonna make you feel. You won’t want anyone but me to touch you ever again. You ready for that honey? For your own fingers to not be able to give you the same relief I can?” God it all sounded so appealing falling from his mouth, his tone laced with nothing but sex.
The mewl that left your body was borderline embarrassing, Bucky gripping the hem of your dress and pulling it over your head in one swift motion. He hadn’t expected that one action to leave you bare in front of him. He could feel his mouth hanging open, drinking in the sight of you in his lap. The swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, the endless expanse of soft skin, begging to be kissed and held and loved before you pressed your lips hungrily to his, ridding him of his jeans as quickly as possible.
“You’re fuckin’. Beautiful.” Bucky could only gasp the words out between kisses, both his hands charting a path up your naked body after you slotted comfortably onto his lap again. The skin on skin felt incredible, not to mention his cock lying between his legs, heavy and thick and begging for attention.
“Wanna be selfish for a second Buck.” You whispered, pushing him back flat on the bed. You couldn’t help yourself, reaching between your bodies, pressing his thick cock flush with his tummy before spreading your slick folds, setting yourself down on his bare dick. A strangled cry left the large man as you rocked yourself back and forth, spreading your wetness over him. Your clit dragged over his sensitive head, pulling a groan from both of you. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding your movements and fuck, you looked like a goddess above him, breathy sighs slipping from you, using his body for your own pleasure.
There was something about it, seeing you so bold and confident, taking what you needed from him that made him even harder.
“Oh God Bucky.” You whined, pressing yourself down harder ever so slightly.
“That’s it angel, keep goin’. Fuck you’re just gettin’ wetter. You look so pretty and dumb like this, ruttin’ on my cock. That smart little brain just turned to mush now you’ve got a nice big cock to play with? All that education but your pretty little head just stops workin’ when you needa cum, is that it?” You didn’t expect Bucky to be so vulgar in bed, especially not with you but you were loving it.
“Fuck you feel so good.” You gasped, taking in his lazy smirk as you worked yourself on him.
“Think you could cum like this honey? Or do you wanna come sit on my face for me?” His words pulled a gasp from you because yes, you really did want to sit on his face. How could you refuse an offer like that?
So you shuffled up the bed, settling on Bucky’s face.
“Put your weight on me honey, I won’t break.” Bucky laughed, noticing how you couldn’t possibly be comfortable just hovering above his face. Pressing down a little more, he chuckled at how you were still reluctant to put your whole weight on him.
“Like this angel.” He smiled before gripping your thighs to press you the whole way down on him, beginning to lap at your pussy with long, broad strokes of his tongue straight away.
Fuck his tongue worked miracles, slipping between your folds while his nose nuzzled your clit. You’d never been eaten so intensely before, whimpers escaping you while Bucky sucked and licked and bit at the most sensitive part of your body.
When his lips connected with your clit, you almost wanted to squirm away from the insane amount of stimulation. His lips wrapped around the swollen bud, tongue flicking over it while he moaned sinfully, holding you against his mouth with one arm wrapped around each of your thighs. There was no escaping his mouth, hot and wet and trained only on driving you into blinding pleasure. Your hands fisted in his hair, helping you to ride his face while Bucky devoured you.
The knot in your tummy was tightening, fuelled by Bucky’s moans at how good you tasted.
You were so close, curses and pants of Bucky’s name spilling from you like a prayer and when Bucky’s eyes opened, looking up at you, a content hum left his throat.
That hum shattered you, the vibration on your clit driving you over the edge and if Bucky thought you looked like a goddess before, you certainly did now. He completely admired you, taking in how your back arched, how your head flung back, hips grinding against his face while one hand left his hair to tease your own nipples and God, that cry of his name made his cock throb painfully.
“Oh oh, Bucky please.” You whimpered, struggling in his grip when your body told you he had given you too much.
“You sound so sexy when you beg, you know that?” Bucky smirked, letting you go so you could pull yourself from his face, tumbling on the bed.
“Not just as sexy as you sound when you cum, but close.” His dusting of stubble was shiny with your slick and you struggled to think of a more attractive sight than his beautiful man that had effortlessly dragged an orgasm from you, lazily stroking his own cock to the sight of you naked in front of him.
“I can do both for you if you want. I’ll gladly beg if you make me cum like that again.” One orgasm like that couldn’t satisfy you, not now that you’d had a taste of real pleasure. Besides, you hadn’t even had a chance to feel his cock inside you yet.
“Shit angel, I’d love that, havin’ such a sweet little girl on her knees beggin’ for me. Fuck, you might be the death of me, you know that?” Bucky fisted his cock a little faster at the thought up until you shuffled off the bed and onto the floor, kneeling at the edge of the bed. His eyes went wide as you looked up at him expectantly, perching himself on the edge of the bed to watch you.
“Is this what you want? Want this big cock angel?” He cooed softly, not taking his eyes off you. You couldn’t tear your attention away from his swollen tip, head slick with precum, begging to be lapped up.
“Please Bucky, please lemme take care of you.” You whispered, offering him huge wide eyes and plump lips, longing to be parted by his dick.
“You can do better than that honey. If you want this, you gotta earn it. Ask a bit nicer.” He had every right to be so cocky after eating you like that so you indulged him a little.
“Please Bucky, can’t think of anything else. Needa feel you.” You whined. “Just lemme taste you Bucky, please, thought about this for so long. Thought about gagging on your cock like a good little girl, thought about you fucking my face.”
“And did you touch yourself while you thought of me?” Bucky asked, leaning back on the arm that wasn’t stroking his cock, giving you a chance to take in his tight abs.
The shame almost make you feel light headed, admitting to your deepest secret.
“Good girl. This pussy belongs to me now, okay? You feel like touching yourself, you text me.” Want and need surged inside you at Bucky’s promise of this little arrangement continuing but you almost lost it when he leaned forward, pressing a hand to the back of your head, guiding you over and onto his cock. Your lips parted and wrapped around him of their own accord, letting him slip into your mouth. The slightly salty taste of his precum made your pussy throb, your tongue running over his slit, collecting every last drop.
“Oh Jesus.” Bucky managed to hiss, one of your hands wrapping around the base while you forced your head down further.
“Where did you learn this shit angel? Fuckin’ filthy, you know that? Thought you wanted to be a good girl but this mouth says otherwise. All mine now though, aren’t ya? This mouth only sucks my cock from now on.” You hummed in approval, dragging another hiss from Bucky, thrusting himself deeper into your throat.
You pressed your head down until he hit the back of your throat and God, the strangled cry that left him was pornographic, low and wanton and pained, like he was holding himself back, trying so hard not to fuck your face recklessly.
“Feel so good baby.” He whimpered, pressing you down until you gagged around him. The noise, coupled with the sudden tightening made him almost feral, a loud grunt from him inspiring you to work your hand faster on his base.
“Oh fuck, I can’t take much more angel, ‘m so close.” He whimpered, thighs trembling, ready to paint the back of your throat at any second. You sped up your movements, bobbing your head in time with your hand, tight and sloppy and noisy before Bucky pulled you off him, squeezing his hand tight around his own base.
“Can’t cum yet baby, fuck, needa feel that pussy first. Know you needa be taken care of.” You certainly weren’t going to argue with that. When he was sure he had held off his orgasm, he let go of his cock, arranging you on your hands and knees on the edge of the bed, stepping up behind you. His dick pressed to your entrance, gathering slick until he slowly began to press himself into you, inch by inch.
“God, you’re big.” You whimpered, fingers gripping the sheets, arching your back to allow him to push in with less resistance.
“Fuck, feels good. God, can’t believe I’m fuckin’ inside you. Can’t believe a sweet little thing like you is so cock obsessed. Gotta say, I’m lovin’ this side of you honey. Even lettin’ me fuck you raw? This little pussy jus’ wants to be filled. S’okay, I’ll fill you up nicely.” He had sank the whole way into you, allowing you a few seconds to adjust to the stretch before you took charge and began to move, inching forward, then back onto his cock, almost hoping he wouldn’t notice how needy you were.
“You that horny? Can’t even wait for me to fuck you so you gotta do it yourself?” His tone was condescending, almost dripping with pride that he had reduced you to such a mess so quickly.
“Bucky, so fuckin’ horny, please. Please give it to me. Just fuck me.” You couldn’t have possibly cared that you sounded like a whiney mess. It didn’t matter that you sounded obsessed, all that mattered was feeling Bucky finally start to move.
“Oh kitten, you’ve gone all cock drunk on me? Silly baby can’t think of anythin’ but cummin’ round me. Tha’s okay, guess I can forgive you this time. You were so worked up earlier after all, seein’ me with someone else. All yours now honey. Gotta make this pretty pussy feel special.” Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head when he gripped your hips and pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you again, beginning to set a decent pace.
You hadn’t expected his cock to pound your g-spot right away but you guessed it helped to be with a man who knew what he was looking for, unlike anyone you’d been with before.
“R-right there Bucky, oh fuck, I can’t.” You whined, keening against the bed so he could press painfully deep inside you with each thrust.
“You can’t what honey? Can’t handle it? Can’t get enough? Can’t hold back?” His suggestions all came in that confident tone because he knew you couldn’t answer. He was fucking you senseless, each thrust driving every thought from your head.
“Can’t hold back, fuck.” You whimpered, knowing your orgasm would be seconds away. But on the next thrust, everything stopped. Bucky didn’t push back in, sinking to his knees instead with a groan, level with your pussy. Two fingers slipped effortlessly inside you, curling in a way that you could hardly handle while his lips sucked your clit. You were done for, pussy clenching around his digits while the dragged you through your high, tongue lapping at your clit for all he was worth. You were gushing on his face, you knew it and you didn’t care, mumbling little ‘thank yous’ and praises as you rode out your high. You could hear the slick noises of Bucky fisting his cock in his other hand, tight and relentless, still wet from your pussy.
“Good girl honey, bet that felt good.” He whispered when your high had ebbed away, pressing his cock back inside you, fucking you fiercely once more. The wet sounds of his thrusts into you were horrendously loud but then again, so were his grunts as he chased his own release. You were on cloud nine, feeling fucked out and euphoric but delighted that Bucky still wanted to finish inside you.
“Cum for me Bucky, please please fill me up. Wanna be your good little fuck bunny. Wanna feel your cum leakin’ out of me.” You knew he would love it if you used a little pleading tone but you didn’t realise just how effective it would be. A few more hard thrusts had Bucky’s hips stuttering, cum spilling inside you. The groan that left Bucky was mesmerising, clinging to your body while he spilled his seed inside you.
“Jesus I don’t remember the last time I came that hard.” Bucky murmured in more of a relaxed chuckle, kissing down your spine before pulling out of you slowly, grabbing a washcloth from your dresser so you could clean yourself up.
“I’ve never cum that hard before.” You giggled gleefully, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, still faintly tasting yourself on them.
“We should get back to the party but we should do this again sometime. I meant what I said honey, you’re mine now.” It was such a change seeing Bucky so sheepish but it was quite pleasant at the same time. You didn’t even know this side of him existed up until now.
“And you’re… Mine?” You questioned softly after pulling your dress on again, straightening it out as much as possible.
“All yours angel. Maybe we shouldn’t be too open ‘bout it just yet though.” He laughed, admiring the little flush of your cheeks and the twinkle in your eye.
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agentpolarbear · 2 months ago
Dating Yelena Belova:
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she was so awkward and goofy
and well, she’s always like that
Yelena was not good at hiding her feelings for you once she got comfortable 
holding hands all the time 
constantly staring and smiling at you lovingly 
buys presents for you a lot
date nights together
adopting a dog together
she adores you so so much 
you’re the only one she really trusts 
you help her with her nightmares 
she’s always the little spoon when you cuddle 
always questioning you about your life and seeing how it was different from hers 
loves learning about you 
watching tons of movies and tv shows together snuggled up on the couch 
she melts around you 
you two are best friends and loves 
Yelena was slow to say “i love you” but now she says it all the time 
calls you pets names like baby, babe, sweets, and darling 
helping her patch her wounds
traveling together
Yelena was so excited to introduce you to Natasha 
you’re there for each other always 
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chxrrysangel · 2 months ago
Are You Gonna be Good, Pet?
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Summary | On the rare occasion that it is, Loki finally lets you be the one in charge. So, you take full advantage of it, leaving him a whimpering, moaning mess.
Relationship | Sub!Loki x dom! Fem reader
Words | 2,591 words
Warnings | 18+ NSFW, dom/sub relationship, pet names, oral (fem + male receiving), degradation, praise, pet play, pain kink, mommy kink, breeding kink, bulge kink, size kink, orgasm control/edging, territorial kink(?), cum play(if you squint), squirting, soft dom reader(at times), dacryphilia
Notes | if hell is a real place, this is definitely my one way ticket.
Loki wasn’t exactly glutton for being subordinate. Due to his upbringing, he craved control. It made him feel strong, powerful, worthy even. But sometimes, if you pouted just enough, maybe be a little extra nice, he would fold and give in to your desires. Despite the big, bad, and bold persona he portrayed, Loki is quite soft underneath. He just wants to be coddled and loved, you knew that. And so did he.
You watched as Loki frantically took several steps back, surprised by your dominance. You didn’t tell them when you were going to do this, so he just existed anxiously for the past two weeks. Fear, but also excitement, swirled through their irises as they obeyed. His legs hit the base of your shared bed and fell onto the ottoman, not expecting it to come so soon.
You could see the anticipation in his eyes as you sauntered over to him. If he wants it, he’s gonna have to earn it. Up close and personal now, you heard the sharp intake of breath as your hands withdrew a collar from behind your back. If anything, your baby is more than predictable.
“You want it?”
Loki nodded his head desperately, a small whimper escaping his lips.
“Words, pet.”
“Yes. Please.”
“Good boy.” You wrapped the collar around his neck, securing it with the designated lock. His eyes follow the key as you clasped the chain around your neck again. Pets like shiny things, don’t they?
“Now, pet, have you been good lately?”
“So good. I promise.”
You could see his cock straining in his trousers, just by your presence. Oh he’s desperate, just the way you like it.
“So good, what?”
“Mommy. I’ve been so good lately.”
You grinned, knowing this was a lie. You reached down, palming him through his pants. He whimpered, losing his breath from your feather light touch.
“Well, then why did I hear you in the shower two days ago, hm? A whimpering, moaning mess all without me. You know you’re not supposed to disobey me, baby,” you whispering in his ear. Your breath tickled their skin, causing a shiver to climb its way up their spine.
“Mommy, that was—”
“A colossal error. Next time, be quieter dove. I should just not let you cum right? It’d only be fair.” You could see the panic start to set in, knowing the bargaining would come next.
“Darling, please. I—”
“Kneel,” you interrupted.
Quickly, as though it were second nature, they kneeled before you. You liked this angle very much, especially because it was Loki. He looked so small this way, a large contrast from the massive(different, yet equally exciting) way he looks above you when you’re being fucked stupidly. They would go on and on about how “Gods don’t kneel” and other bullshit. But you knew better. Everyone, even a god, has their weaknesses and Loki’s was you. With a single stroke, he could be putty in your hands.
“You know what to do. Now be a good boy, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”
Loki grinned, excited by his next task. You knew it wasn’t exactly a punishment, for it was abundantly clear how much he desired to give you pleasure on a daily basis. He could be quite the giver. Loki’s strong hands caressed your ass, ready to worship you. His finger wrapped around the hem of your underwear and he whimpered when he caught sight of your glistening folds. You could’ve sworn he might’ve just came right then and there.
Like a man on the brink of starvation, he dived into your core. If anything, he was quite gifted. No one said he had a sharp tongue without reason. He moaned at the first taste, causing vibrations to echo through your body. You loved to watch his eyes roll back while eating you out. Many times over, he’s exclaimed how you would be his last meal of given the change.
His expert tongue lapped at your clit, nearly causing your knees to buckle at the overwhelming pleasuring. He then slipped a finger inside you, and you cried at the feeling of him beginning to fill you up. You could her his faint snicker at your reaction, pushing him to slip in another just so he can hear your moans get louder. Your moans were like music to his ears, his favorite sound, or so that’s what he’s told you.
“Loki, ‘m gonna cum. Fuck I’m—”
The air knocked out of you when he began to curl his fingers inside of you, increasing the pace. Fucking hell, he was so good at this. Your moans mixed with his, echoing around the four walls of your bedroom. You were glad that you lived lavishly; for if you had a regular apartment, you were sure to received hundreds of noise complaints by now.
He began to hum into your pussy, his tongue getting faster and your whimpers becoming more desperate. You could feel your stomach tightening, the orgasm building slowly but surely. He began to suck on your clit, fingers moving so rapidly that you were sure your juices had leaked down his arm by now. Your orgasm came sooner than you expected, the ballon popping and your legs starting to give out from the strength. Loki, as per usual, held you up, continuing to suck and help your ride out your first orgasm of the night.
“Good boy,” you said breathlessly.
You sit down on the ottoman, watching Loki as he pulled his fingers into his mouth. They moaned at the taste, and you could see the precum leaking from their tip in the obvious outline of their hardened cock.
“You want mommy to take care of that?,” you asked, pointing to the bulge. He nodded of course, desperate for any kind of relief.
“Remember, you don’t cum until I say so.”
He nodded, sitting next to you and waiting for instruction. You straddled his legs, grinding your hips onto his lap to provide some relief. Loki moaned at the feeling, but it paled in comparison to the feeling of your warm, velvet walls wrapped tightly around him.
You unbutton his shirt almost painfully slow, not forgetting to stop your hips at certain moments when it sounded like he was on the brink of orgasm. Not yet. He whined every time, but a sharp look kept him quiet. Then you unbuckled his pants, watching his cock spring free from its confines. Your mouth begins to water, desperate to take him.
Staring at his long, thick, pink cock, you struggle to maintain self control. This wasn’t part of the plan, but you can’t help yourself. Just a taste. You lick a long strip up his shaft, staring up a Loki with big, dark eyes. Your tongue swirls around the tip, swallowing the precum there. Loki exhales with pleasure, watching with bated breath for your next move. Deciding to tease them for a little, you take him completely, feeling his shaft glide down your throat. You bob your head, moaning around him as you watch his eyes roll back. Loki mutters a string of curses under their breath, their hips lifting from the bed and trying to fuck your face. It’s a shame you have to stop, you know he’s close. With that, you move your mouth off of him, making a pop sound.
You saunter over to the bed, beginning to lay down. He wines from behind and you give him a stern look. Immediately, he shuts up.
“Are you gonna be good, pet?”
“Yes mommy.”
“C’mere then.”
Loki walks over to like a scolded child, laying between your legs and waiting for your next instruction. You motion to your breasts and he smiles. He’s so typical. He grabs your breasts with both hands, playing with your nipples and sending you into euphoria. Then, he latched onto one, using his gifted tongue to make you impossibly wetter. He moans, sending vibrations through your body. The sight of their mouth of you, indulging in you like they’re not as desperate to cum as you know they are, is obscene. You’d snap a picture if you could. But you have to stop, know that you’d come if you didn’t. You don’t wanna cum again before you get to feel him fill you up.
You pull him by the collar, ripping his lips from your nipples up to your mouth. The kiss is sloppy, but as passionate as can be. Teeth crashing, tongue swirling, and spit everywhere, just the way it’s intended to be. You break the kiss, breathless and head swimming with ideas.
“You gonna let mommy ride you?
Loki whimpers at the thought, nodding his head vigorously.
“Turn over then.”
Loki doesn’t have to be told twice. Quick and desperate, he rolls the two of you over before scooting to the head of the bed frame. He knows you like the leverage when fucking his brains out. You straddle him, grinding your hips over his, skin to skin. You grind on his shaft, just so he can feel how wet you are. It drives him crazy, you’re fully aware of this fact. It takes everything for you not to sink onto him right now, filling you up just the way you need him to. But patience is a virtue.
You begin to suck on his neck, creating an array of purple bruises that will contrast beautifully with his pale skin. He’d wear them proudly of course, showing them off like territorial markings. I’ve been claimed, he’d let everyone know. And none of you can convince me otherwise. Mine, all mine. His fingers press deep into your hips, a grip so hard that you’re sure it’ll leave deep and dark bruises. It hurts, but you don’t mind. He’s desperate, and desperate boys listen well. Finally, you’d had enough. You grab Loki’s cock, watching his face as you sink onto him.
“Shit,” the two of you say in unison.
His head falls back against the bed frame, giving you full access to reach your hands around his throat. There’s a glimmer in his eyes as you squeeze gently, not enough for him to pass out but just hard enough to give a light headed feeling.
“You like when mommy chokes you? Huh, pet?”
“Yes mommy,” giving you want you wanted.
“Good boy.”
You begin to slam down on his cock, hard and slow thrusts. You can feel him hit the right spot over and over again, leaving you breathless. Loki smirks at you, watching you fall apart above him. He reaches forward to press his hand on your stomach, feeling and seeing his cock as it hits your cervix.
Just as your legs begin to grow weak, the grip on your hip tightens, letting you know how close he is. So you stop. Loki damn near has a heart attack, eyes screaming with rage. Tears begin to pool in their eyes, the agony of another ruined orgasm getting to be too much. He wouldn’t dare say anything however. The more he protests is the longer he goes without an orgasm .
“What did I say?”
“No coming until I say so,” they respond quietly.
You begin to feel a little bit bad, knowing how badly he wants to cum. You ruined your own orgasm in the process, so you kind of understand. But it must be awful feeling the way your pussy squeezes around him, knowing there’s nothing he can do about it.
“You look so pretty when you cry, my love.” You wipe away Loki’s tears, peppering kisses along their jaw to soothe the ache.
“You wanna cum badly, don’t you?”
“Okay.” His eyes perk up at your response, the light returning.
You hop off, immediately feeling empty, and roll onto your back. Spreading your legs, Loki looks at you with the intent to ravish you.
“Fuck me until I cry, pet. And then, I’ll let you come.”
Loki lays above you, resting between your thighs. He peppers kisses along your neck and chest, making his mark all over you. Hands roam, trying to feel as much of you as possible. While sucking your breasts to create the beautiful marks only he can see, his hand wanders down to your core. Two fingers slip inside of you, curling at just the right angle. You know exactly what they’re trying to do, and oh my god is it working. Nothing but the sound of skin to skin contact echos around the bedroom as Loki does the one thing you know can’t be done without him.
He can feel the way your walls squeeze his fingers as he moves faster, letting him know your close.
“Are you close, pretty girl?”
Dom Loki has returned for a moment, but you know that your pet will be back soon. Nothing but desperate cries and whimpers leave your mouth as you nod vigorously. Words are too much to communicate right now. Tears pool in your eyes and stream down your face, the pleasure beginning to be unbearable as the rubber band in your core stretches beyond comprehension. And then it snaps, causing you to squirt all over Loki’s hand and your sheets.
You lay your head back, catching your breath before the two of you continue. No matter how many times you cum on your own, nothing will ever be like that and you know it. Your boyfriend has quite the magical hands. When you feel rejuvenated, you pull them by the collar into a kiss.
“Remember what I said?” Loki nods obediently, sinking into you until you can feel him in your cervix. This new angle leaves the both of you breathless and ready to orgasm already.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
It starts off kind of slow and sensual as you adjust to his large size. No matter how often they fuck you, there will always need to be adjustment. If not, Loki might just split you in two and put you in a wheelchair. Not that you’d mind really.
“Faster, harder, please,” you choke out.
Loki’s hips pick up the pace, slamming into and leaving you breathless every time he pulls out. He grabs onto the headboard for leverage, nearly sending you into a coma with the overwhelming pleasure you’re receiving. His other hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing circles on your most sensitive bud. Fucking hell, he’s so good at this. You can feel the orgasm building.
“Shit, Loki you feel so fucking good. Your cock fills me up so well,” you exclaim.
“Yeah? It’s yours Angel, all yours. Fuck.”
“Shit, I’m close. So close.”
“Me too,” he responds out of breath.
“You wanna cum in mommy? Hm? You want that, pet?
Loki nods with desperation, and you know how badly he wants to make you a real mommy. Despite being on birth control, the excitement and danger is real nonetheless.
“Cum in me. Fill me up, please. I want it so badly,” you cry with unwavering neediness.
Loki rubs your clit faster, riding you into your orgasm while his hips begin to stutter. Soon enough you’re cumming at the same time, screaming his name. He presses onto your stomach, aiding your orgasm and feeling himself as he shoots warm, hot spurts into your cervix. He pulls out, watching as his cum spills out of you with delight. He’ll never get tired of that, knowing how full you feel with his cum clinging to your velvet walls.
“Was I a good boy?”
“So good, pet. So good.”,
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nermalina · 13 days ago
For the college au sleepover plss
Dean!Nat fucking reader in her office. edging r with her strap and her tongue and a vibe until even a light touch makes reader go 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 . Jock!Carol and Cheerleader!Wanda walk in for some shit and are shocked to see the sight in frnt of thm, Nat simply smirks as she just tells thm to close the door and proceeds to fuck r with her biggest strap and make her cum all over it (atleast twice)while the best jock and captain of the cheerleading team watch thm. carol and wanda starts touching themselves at the sight in frnt of thm and at the end when r is blissed out in Nat’s arm she just cockily makes plan (more like orders)with thm to join r and her later 😏 .
hope u enjoy the concept brestie 😘
a/n: i did change some things, but i hope it’s okay
warnings (18+ only): smut, degradation, strap-on use, voyeurism
marvel masterlist. | marvel headcanons. | nav post.
you do not have permission to translate/repost my works anywhere! likes, comments, and reblogs are always welcome & appreciated <3
natasha bent you over her desk and aligned her strap with your entrance. “you want mommy’s cock, baby? you better ask politely like a good slut.”
“please give me your cock, mommy!” you whined, pushing your hips back towards her. her hand struck your ass twice, silently telling you to stop. you stopped moving, hoping that she’d give in to your requests.
“that’s good enough for me.” natasha sighed, guiding the dildo inside of your cunt. “you’re lucky i’m not in a bad mood today, doll.” the door opened, revealing carol and wanda. your eyes widened, but natasha didn’t seem to care to stop. “would you look at that? we’ve got an audience today, honey.”
“so you don’t mind if we stay behind?” carol smirked, walking in front of you. she slid her hand underneath your jaw, making you look up at her and her girlfriend.
“of course not.” natasha replied, thrusting the toy in and out of your core. wanda pulled on your hair, forcing you to turn to her.
“does the little slut care?” the sokovian questioned, slipping her thumb into your mouth. you hummed, swirling your tongue around her thumb.
“it doesn’t matter, she’ll do whatever i want,” natasha smirked. her hand snaked underneath your body, finding your clit. “she’s too dumb to think for herself when i’m filling her with my piece.”
“such a cute little cockwhore.” wanda cooed, withdrawing her thumb from your mouth and swiping it across your lips.
“do you think i should make her cum?” natasha pressed her fingers against your clit.
“go ahead, i think the little slut needs it.” you came undone around the toy when the words left carol’s lips.
“wait a minute, only carol gave you permission, honey.” wanda purred. “i don’t think i did, and nat was asking the both of us.”
“i was.” natasha’s voice rang out through your ears. the russian pulled her strap out of your cunt. “guess wanda can do whatever she sees fit to show you your place.
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melwilson · 19 days ago
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h a n d s
bucky barnes x reader
bucky’s never really liked holding hands. not until you.
his hands didn’t have a very clean track record.
at first, he didn’t think he was worthy enough to hold your hands. yours were so delicate and his were scarred with murder and the pain of his past.
it took awhile, but now bucky is always reaching for your hands. he’s obsessed he thinks.
they’re so small compared to his, but they’re always soft, warm, and gentle.
the first thing he does when you reach him is grab for your hands. 
“hi baby,” you giggle as the larger man peppers kisses from your jaw down to your shoulder. 
you hum softly when finally kisses your lips
your hand goes to cradle his face and he can’t help but lean into your touch
“hi,” bucky mutters.
he smiles fondly at you, eyes shining with adoration. 
he turns his face to kiss your palm before you say, “how was steve?”
“good, he’s doing better. he’ll be fine by the end of the week.”
you cock your head to side as bucky’s smile falls at the mention of his injured best friend. “it’s not your fault, you know that right?” 
the brunette sighs, fingers playing with the gold rings that adorned your own. “i know, doll, but you didn’t see him out there. i- i didn’t think he was going to make it.” 
you plant a gentle kiss to bucky’s forehead. “you and i both know that steve is too stubborn to die.” 
he lets out an airy laugh. “yeah.” 
he goes quiet after that, pulling you onto to the couch beside him. 
your legs are thrown over his thighs, one arm wrapped around his shoulders. fingers combing lightly through his hair. 
he watches as you flip through the channels on the tv, a sense of domesticity washing over him.
he’s not sure if he would ever be able to give up the fight. somehow, it always finds him and he can never say no. 
but he’s sure he would throw it all for moments like these. 
for time with you. 
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chiefdirector · 22 days ago
Cuddling with Shang-Chi would include...
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I mention in my dating headcanon that Shang-Chi is a cuddly type of man, so I thought I'd elaborate
this man will use any opportunity to cuddle with his S/O
Mornings involved sleepy cuddles where he lazily pulls his S/O into his arms so he can bask in their warmth before having to face the day
This is when he is most likely to trace his fingers along his partner's body
he'll draw the most intricate patterns on their skins, keeping his fingers so light it begins to tickle after a while.
also kisses should 100% be expected during this time
Morning cuddles are Shang-Chi's favourite as they are the most intimate
A second best is cuddling on the sofa of an evening
Just after finishing his food, he'd wrap his arm around his S/O and flick on the TV
This type of cuddling is definitely the most casual
He'd squeeze his S/O's arm every once and a while to make sure they are awake
Blankets and pillows are a must at this time
These cuddles are just so comfy and relaxing
Although he likes to cuddle in the morning the Mose, nothing can compare to late night cuddles where he spoons his S/O
He is the big spoon, he won't accept anything else
His childhood makes him want to protect what is his, even if it presents in small ways like being the big spoon
He also likes the warmth his S/O gives off when he has them tightly in his arms.
This position also allows him to place soft kisses up and down his S/O's neck and shoulders as he pleases.
but from time to time, Shang-Chi would INSIST on being the little spoon,
it tends to happen when he is sick
Basically, what I am saying is that Shang-Chi is the biggest cuddles ever
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starshipsofstarlord · 5 months ago
Bucky Finding Out That You Faked an Orgasm...
Warnings | smut, hurt feelings
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Well let’s just say, it was your mistake to speak about your sex life in the common room with Nat. Being a trained avenger, usually well around of your surroundings, you should have known better
It didn’t bother the Black Widow, she had nothing to hide, she just wanted a glass of wine and a bedroom talk with her friend
Bucky would be walking around the corner, about to surprise you, after FRIDAY telling him where you were; he had arrived home early after a mission
As he hears your voice, he smiles to himself, more so when he hears that you are speaking about him. It really makes him love you that little bit more, and appreciate everything you do for him
Though as he listens more, he really gets how much you do for his own sake
“You got anything your hiding from lover boy Barnes?” Natasha’s question makes him shake his head, because you tell each other everything
But the pause that comes before your response makes him nervous, fiddling with his vibranium fingers as he hears you take in a deep sigh
He shouldn’t be doing this, violating your privacy, but in his defence, you are in a very public area of the compound, if he wasn’t standing here then someone else like Scott would be. The only difference is, he’d be vigilant, using his suit that made him the size of a tic tac
“Well....” that didn’t sound good, as you elongated the syllable, and Bucky cranes his neck around the corner subtly to watch you take a swig out of your glass
“Come on y/l/n.” Yes, come on y/n, he thinks, his mind thinking just like Nat’s. The only difference is that he doesn’t voice it
“The other day, when I got back from my mission in Vienna, I was just so tired, and Buck wanted to have sex.”
He recalled that, watching you drop your avenging suit before him as you climbed into the bed with him, in nothing more than your underwear. He couldn’t resist, and it ended in a good time for the both of you...
“I faked cumming, so I could go to sleep.”
His eyes went wide, and he stepped back, audibly walking away as the sound worried you
Glancing round the corner, you saw his back walking away, and it sent you into panic mode. Obviously he heard, and in that moment you couldn’t feel more guilty.
“Nat I’ve got to go.” She understood, as you headed back to your shared room with the super soldier, and when you entered, you found him sat in bed, a book in his hand.
His jaw was tense, putting you on edge
You tried to speak to him, though it seemed that the man was insistent on not speaking to you
He was giving you the silent treatment
“Fine.” You sat the other side of the bed, tugging at the book, well aware of how childish the pair of you must have looked fighting over a book
The item ended up ripped in half, and Bucky quirked a stern and unimpressed eyebrow towards you
“Couldn’t you have let me finish?” He jabbed at you, sighing loudly, as he turned to you, awaiting for you to get whatever apology you had thought of out
“I’m sorry.” Of course you were, he could read the sadness and guilt that was resonating behind your eyes.
As he grunted, the man crossed his arms, lightly scratching the scruff on his chin
You couldn’t help but ask, “why are you so bothered about it?” Because he seemed more bothered about this than by any of your previous fights.
“Back in my day, it never used to matter if a woman didn’t cum, it was all for the man’s pleasure. I don’t wanna feel like I’m stuck in that life”
Now you understood, and thus, you began stroking down his closest arm, which so happened to be the vibrating prosthetic
“Well then, how about we erase memories from that time we had sex. And make new ones?” He was wary
“You promise you’re not going to fake it?”
Of course you werent
Overstimulation, that’s all imma say
And so you can expect that he was going to town on you, eating your pussy out until you came in his mouth like five times
Using his fingers until your pussy is ThrObbInG
And he for sure knows that none of them are fakes, as he watches your wetness drip down the lips of your pussy and soak your bedsheets
First when he gets his cock out, hed take you from behind as he pounds your pussy, wrapping his hand through your hair
He’d definitely make remarks about you faking an orgasm and lying to him, giving your ass sudden spanks as he rams in and out of you, leaving it nice and red for his eyes to roam
Probably choke you a little too as he pulls your body up against him,pinching your breasts as he mutters words against the junction of your neck and shoulder
Biting down on your shoulder, because he wants you to have marks after this to remember the consequences of your little stunt
Before he’s about to cum, he would pull out, making you whine, as he picks you up like a rag doll, pinning you against the wall as he roughly fucks you against it
You’d claw at his back as your head repeatedly hits against the wall, making you slightly dizzy
This would last for hours, in between, he’d go back to eating you out, shoving his tongue into your well fucked entrance.
Eventually you’d pass out, and when you woke up, you’d find yourself clothed in one of his shirts, as he is sat in bed next to you, another goddamn book in his hand
“Oh, you’re awake.” He’d nonchalantly review, his eyes still on the pages as he flips through its contents. “Why don’t you finger fuck yourself for me, so I know that you weren’t faking it with me earlier?”
You’d about die then and there, as you’re still feeling rather sore. But you have a safe word for a reason, though, you want to prove to him that you’re willing to do make it up to him anyway
And so you spread your legs, pulling apart the lips of your swollen pussy as you locate your entrance and slip a finger inside, whimpering as you stared at your boyfriend, as he shuffles about to kneel before you
His dick is hard but he pays no mind to it, as he reaches past your hand and slaps your slit, emitting sounds of pain and pleasure from you
“Tired?” He’d tease, and you’d nod as your covering your hand with your juices, tears running down your face.
“Good, you’re gonna keep going until you can’t keep those pretty eyes open again doll”
Let’s just say you didn’t last too long until that happened, and from it, you had learnt that you were going to fake another orgasm again
You had another mission the next day.
As you sat on the quinjet, Bucky smugly stared at you from across the harbour, watching as you shuffled uncomfortably, feeling every ounce of soreness as you tried to remain as vigilant for the reason for your pain as possible
“Oi, you alright y/n?” Clint’d ask you, as you hummed an okay out. Though Bucky would not let that suffice as the only answer
“Don’t lie y/n.” He tutted with a smirk behind the archer’s back. “She didn’t get much rest last night, I think you spent too much time talking with Nat.”
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giodoodless · 20 days ago
Okay but Wade Wilson would definitely go around saying he's married to captain america. Why? 'cause they share the same last name. Dude would be walking around with Sam, telling EVERY SINGLE PERSON around: “hey did you know captain america and i are married?? ha ha we have the same last name,,,, because we're married 😳🤭😘” and Sam would roll his eyes so goddamn hard. It's just been a day with Wade and he's already dying.
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spideybb · a month ago
boyfriend sh!t with peter parker (pt. 1)
screams. i don’t know what this is but i need boyfriend!peter parker in my uh yeah! enjoy <3 hope y’all are having a great day i love u all.
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AHHHH boyfriend!peter parker will be the death of me
okkk uhhh where do i even start
peter is 100% clingy idc what you say
like he’d always want to be holding your hand or having an arm around you
he’d be shy in the beginning of the relationship—he’d be very nervous to do anything remotely romantic because he’d be scared you wouldn’t like it
once the two of you got more comfortable with each other, there would be lots of physical affection
cuddles. a lot of them. all the time.
you and peter would’ve been best friends before the two of you started dating and one way or another, you would’ve found out that peter was spider-man.
you’d always be worried when you knew he was out and doing his spider-man things
but if he knew you couldn’t sleep, he’d swing by your place and sneak into your window
and make a lot of noise because he’s clumsy and would probably nearly fall into your room
he’d hold you and tell you all about his day or what he saw while he was out swinging
eventually you’d fall asleep in his arms and it would take everything in him to not stay in your warm bed and fall asleep next to you
he knows you’d be in a lot of trouble though if the two of you got caught
okay but you two would go on a lot of dates
nothing like super romantic—just movie nights filled with cuddling, eating popcorn and sweets, and other cute things, walks in the park, ice cream dates, etc.
also homework dates where you plan to do homework but get absolutely nothing done and instead end up cuddling or making out or both
he’d be such an understanding boyfriend. like if you needed reassurance, he’d give it to you—no questions asked. he’d always be there for you. he would really be such a great support system.
he’d support you in anything you did too—if you played sports he’d be at every game, if you did dance or cheer, he’d be at every competition, etc. he’d be your number one fan
s o f t k i s s e s
he’d call you so many cute pet names like “sunshine” or “beautiful” or “my girl” or “pretty girl”
he’d always ask if you had eaten. idc. he 100% would.
he’d have a photo album in his phone of pictures he’s taken of you
he’d save all the selfies you sent him
he’d be the type of boyfriend to show you off
like he would be so proud to be your’s
and kind of shocker too because wow you’re beautiful and you like him????? you really like him???
when he realized he loved you, it would take everything in him not to tell you
he’d be terrified to tell you that he loved you because he didn’t want to ruin his relationship with you and scare you away
he didn’t know if you thought it was too early to say i love you (you didn’t)
eventually, you’d be the first one to say i love you and he would be so relieved you felt the same way
after that, he’d always tell you that he loved you
like always
but you were okay with it because you loved hearing him say it
in conclusion, peter parker would be a great boyfriend and nothing you say will ever ever change my mind idc idc idc
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becca-e-barnes · 3 months ago
What if Bucky and the reader are in a relationship and he finds out he’s really into being a pleasure dom and wants to try it with the reader? 👀
Pleasure Dom Bucky, yes please 😩 you just know that mf would take such good care of you after a long stressful week. Honestly, this one took me a hot minute to write because I had to do some research for it lmao, I hope it’s okay!
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word count: 5.6k
Summary: You have a terribly long week at work so Bucky helps you relax
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (wrap it pls), PleasureDom!Bucky, sub reader, pet names, praise kink, degradation, size kink, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, oral (f receiving), somnophilia (done with consent established previously), daddy kink, the dog tags make an appearance, mention of safe words, overstimulation, lil voyeurism (watching yourselves in a mirror), light humiliation
Minors, do not interact
What had started out as a week with very little in your calendar soon turned into an absolute killer. You weren’t quite sure how your time got filled up so quickly, wall to wall meetings scheduled into your diary, leaving you hardly any time to even breathe. The meetings themselves weren’t even the worst part, the worst was knowing that after your work day had officially ended, you had endless catching up to do for your other projects and then all the planning for the meetings the following day. Your sleep was limited, as was Bucky’s. He hated going to bed without you, tossing and turning in the sheets for hours until you eventually gave in and joined him. As the week went on you found yourself only getting more and more stressed. By Friday you were almost ready to lie in bed and not move all weekend, just hoping Monday wouldn’t bring more of the same torture.
When 5pm on Friday rolled around, Bucky was standing waiting at the door to your study, adamant that your laptop would be switched off and hidden from you all weekend, along with your work mobile. You huffed out a little tired laugh, rubbing your sleepy eyes as you surrendered your gadgets, not even wanting to put up a fight, just glad to see the back of such an awful week. Bucky had let you choose a takeout to order from, keen to get some real food in you before making sure you got a good long rest to combat those dark circles forming under your eyes. Within 20 minutes of finishing dinner, your sleepy eyes became too heavy to hold open. Bucky hated seeing you so worn out, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to bed, thankful that you had changed into your pyjamas before the food had arrived so he wouldn’t have to disturb you too much. His heart melted at the sight of you clinging to his thin cotton pyjama top, craving the comfort his body afforded you even when you were sleeping.
But God, waking up the next morning, he was reminded of exactly how much comfort your body afforded him. Your hair was fanned out on the pillow gently, your face looking so relaxed compared to how it had been all week, long eyelashes casting shadows on your cheeks in the early morning sunlight. Your little snores were still deep but fuck, the sight of you in only his shirt and a thin pair of panties had him harder than he could’ve believed possible without being touched. Suddenly, the room felt stiflingly hot, his whole body itching to touch you, to make you forget all about that terrible week, fucking all thoughts from your head until you couldn’t think of anything never mind work. He put it down to the fact that he had hardly so much as kissed you goodnight all week, his body going into overdrive from the pent up longing and frustration.
He couldn’t help how he noticed everything about your body this morning, the way your nipples pebbled quickly when he slipped his cool metal hand under your shirt to gently grab at your breasts, doing his very best to contain his satisfaction at the way you tried to lean into his touch. He also didn’t miss how your body responded when he ran one flesh finger over your clothed core, a little groan falling from your parted lips when he added a little extra pressure to your clit. He loved how your body was just so intoxicating, always ready to take him. After a few more teasing glides across your core he pulled your panties to the side, finding your body was reacting to him nicely, wetness beginning to drip from your needy hole. Without thinking, he shuffled down the bed, his tongue poked out, lapping gently at the sweet nectar he had drew from your body. He was so hard now it almost hurt, noticing how even in your sleep, the wetness between your legs only grew. Tiny whimpers fell from your lips as he pressed a metal finger to your entrance, sliding in with ease, tongue lapping gently at your clit.
“So delicious toots, takin’ me so well.” He whispered, knowing you couldn’t hear him but still needing to tell you. Your hands grasped at the sheets, fingers gently bunching them, stirring from your sleep but not quite conscious yet. Your walls were fluttering around the single digit, your high not far away.
“Christ, Bucky.” You whined, eyelids flickering open, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room and make sense of the overwhelming sensations between your legs at the same time. “What are you doing?”
“Havin’ a little breakfast babydoll, jus’ let me take care of you. Wanna make you feel good all day, okay? You aren’t leavin’ this bed.” His voice was so low and seductive, lips latching back onto your clit and his finger curling inside you. You could only nod, whining as the pleasure became too much, keening against his face to ride your orgasm out against his tongue. “Tha’s it toots, gimme more. Good girl.” He encouraged, working his finger even faster, prolonging your high for as long as possible. God he got off on this, your needy moans nearly too much for him to handle. But no matter how much precum leaked from his swollen tip, no matter how badly he needed to cum, so long as you were getting off, his pleasure was only an afterthought to him.
“Well good morning to you too.” You huffed out a little laugh as his finger eventually slid out of you.
“Sorry baby, couldn’t resist.” He smirked, wiping his now glistening chin with the back of his flesh hand.
“No complaints here Buck, it was better waking up to that than an inbox full of emails.” You chuckled, stroking his hair lovingly.
“It had better be, if you’d rather have the emails I’d be offended.” He laughed softly stroking the inside of your thigh with his flesh thumb. “But if you talk about work anymore I’ll have to gag you.” His voice was light and teasing.
“Maybe some other time Buck.” You chuckled, running a hand gently through his messy bed head, your high ebbing pleasantly away as your feet hit the plush carpet of your bedroom.
“Ah ah ah toots, what did I tell you? You aren’t leavin’ this bed today. Gotta make you feel good til you can’t think of anything but me.” He reached out, grabbing your legs to pull you back onto the bed, lips latched onto the soft meat of your thighs, fingernails digging into your flesh gently as he kissed you, a fire burning fiercely behind his eyes once more. God he meant it. You really weren’t going to get a minute’s rest today.
“I was thinkin’ babydoll, how many meetings did you have yesterday?” He asked thoughtfully in between sloppy kisses to the sensitive skin of your thighs
“Eight honey, why?” You managed to choke out.
“Wanna give you that many orgasms.” He stated bluntly as if it was the most normal request in the world. You knew very often Bucky got as much pleasure from making you cum as he got from cumming himself but this suggestion was something else. His lips on your thighs felt amazing, the little dusting of stubble burning as his face drifted up the inside of your legs, his eyes never leaving yours
“There’s no way I can handle eight.” You whispered, losing yourself slightly to the pleasure of his mouth on your sensitive skin.
“Course you can little slut, that’s one down, only seven to go. That’ll keep you nice and busy won’t it? By the time I’m done, work will be the last thing on your mind.” He made it sound so easy, so lovely, like it was absolutely manageable, enjoyable even, but you knew better than to dream of gentle orgasms, soft touches and sweet kisses. You knew that when Bucky got into the mindset that everything he did was entirely for your pleasure, it was all about tearing you orgasms from your trembling body in the quickest succession possible, one barely ending before the next began. This was the first time he had ever suggested such an intense session. His kisses got sloppier, his wet mouth making you groan as it connected with you core once more, panties pushed to the side. Fuck, his tongue felt incredible, broad, firm strokes over the entire length of your dripping sex. You pressed your lips together to stifle your noises, your hands sinking into the soft, dark hair on Bucky’s head to pull his face closer to where you needed him most.
“If you’re holdin’ those pretty noises back toots, I’ll add another orgasm on as punishment.” He quipped, mouth creating a seal around your clit before sucking hard to pull the filthiest moan from you he had ever heard. He was in his element, hard and needy and damn near ready to hump the bed beneath him for some relief but determined to absolutely wreck you before he could even think of his own pleasure. Without saying much more, he slid two metal fingers into you, admiring how they slipped in with so little resistance.
“That’s it, oh God you take me so well. Know exactly what your body needs baby, need to be fucked like a whore don’t ya? Gonna make sure you can’t even think straight by the time I’m done with ya.” He was almost growling in between little kitten licks to your clit, fingers plunging in and out of you, rubbing your silky walls perfectly.
“Bucky, more, fuck.” You hissed out, grinding your hips against his hand. The vibrations from the little laugh he let out in response felt amazing.
“God doll, you’re not gonna be begging for more by the time I’m done with you. Gonna have you begging me to stop. But since you were a good girl this week, I’m sure I could play nice for now.” He laughed, lips and tongue crashing against your clit, fingers working faster and his eyes trained on your face as he tore another orgasm from your body. You groaned out, rutting against his face, your juices soaking his fingers and tongue as you rode out your high, panting and whimpering deliciously for him.
“Good girl honey, did so well. Want you to ride me now, yeah? Want that little body on top of me. You just gotta use me to make yourself feel good doll, don’t even worry bout makin’ me cum. Want as many of those pretty moans as you can give me before your legs give out.” His filthy plans had you whimpering, knowing that when your legs turned to jelly from too many orgasms, that didn’t mean you’d be stopping. It just meant he would take over. You did as he asked, hopping up onto your knees while Bucky undressed himself, giving his proud, hard cock a few lazy pumps watching you remove your pyjamas. You positioned yourself above him, his metal hand lined his cock up with your soaked, already abused hole. Sinking down onto his length tore groans from both of you, Bucky’s flesh hand gripping your waist to stop himself from pushing you the whole way down too quickly.
“Tightest fuckin’ pussy, you feel so good for daddy. God kitten, this pussy is so hungry isn’t it? Needs me, I can feel it. You need daddy’s cock to make you feel good? Gonna take such good care of you.” He was losing himself in the feeling of your silky walls gripping him, wetter than he could ever remember you being before. But god, you had six more orgasms ahead of you, how on Earth was he gonna make it if you got any wetter? The thick drag of his bare cock inside you was almost more than you could take as you pulled yourself back up his length again, sinking down quickly until he was entirely seated inside you.
“So so big daddy, I can’t.” You wailed, the sloppy sounds coming from your pussy fuelling you to keep going regardless.
“Yes you can angel, doin’ so well for daddy. So tight around me, can hardly move. Nothin’ feels as good as you do. Fuckin’ live to be buried in this little pussy, you know that?” His filthy pants had you rolling your hips faster against him, not really fucking him, more grinding your pelvis against his with his length fully seated inside you. It was such a different sensation to being fucked, it just made you feel endlessly full, the thickness of Bucky’s cock stuffing you, the head nestled deliciously against that sweet spot inside you. Every little grind of your hips had him nudging that spot inside you, making your eyes roll back and your head flop to the side. And Bucky was absolutely obsessed. He couldn’t find it in himself to tear his eyes away from you, not knowing whether he wanted to watch how your breasts jiggled as you moved, watch down at the mess you were making where your bodies were joined or watch the look of sheer pleasure on your face. He loved seeing you take what you needed from him, knowing that he was still in control but letting you use his body to satisfy yourself.
“So deep ‘nside you toots, bet you can feel me in here.” He pressed his metal hand to your lower tummy, the coolness making you gasp. Everything felt like it was too much but the grind alone wasn’t enough to tear your building orgasm from you and of course Bucky knew that.
“Tell me what you need, tell me and I’ll give it to you.” Bucky whispered softly, lips dusting chaste kisses on your shoulders, flesh arm wrapped up your back, helping you move against him.
“Fingers daddy, on my clit.” You pleaded, eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hanging open slightly.
“Magic word toots?” He teased with a little laugh, flesh fingers dancing over your clit torturously.
“Metal ones daddy, please.” Your whine would have been mortifying under any other circumstances but right now, you didn’t care. Bucky raised an eyebrow at your little request, secretly thrilled that you got so much pleasure from his metal digits.
“Filthy girl.” He whispered, replacing his flesh hand with his metal one, rubbing between your bodies in harsh circles. The cool fingers felt even better, the ridges in the unrelenting metal only added to the sensations threatening to consume your body. It didn’t take long for you to feel yourself tightening, Bucky’s movements never even faltering as you hit your peak.
“That’s it, cum for me, good girl, hump Daddy’s big cock. Know how much you need this, know you love daddy fillin’ you up.” His eyes were completely trained on your face, loving how it screwed up in response to the words he mumbled in the quiet, early morning air. Your gasps didn’t stop as your high started to subside, mainly because his fingers didn’t stop. You tried your best to pull away, becoming far too sensitive very quickly but Bucky’s flesh hand on your hip held you in place.
“Want another one out of you before I let you move.” He whispered, fingers only speeding up against your overstimulated bundle of nerves.
“Can’t take it daddy, it’s too much!” You sobbed, face buried into the crook of his neck as your body twitched around him, another peak fast approaching. You knew you could’ve said your safe word if you needed to but deep down you knew you could handle it.
“I know you want it angel, c’mon, stop holdin’ back.” He growled, rubbing you even faster, dragging you screaming into yet another orgasm. You couldn’t help but bite down on his flesh shoulder as you came, your body shuddering, wet nectar dripping out of you and down over his balls.
“Oh fuck, soakin’ me, you know that? Pussy is drippin’ everywhere. Such a wet little slut for daddy, aren’t ya cupcake? Such a good girl.” Bucky’s praise only made your walls flutter even more, pulling a growl from his throat. Before you even got a chance to register what was going on, Bucky had you flipped over, ass in the air, face down on the bed with his cock still inside you.
“Can’t wait anymore toots, need this.” He grunted, fucking into you recklessly. You could’ve screamed from the overstimulation, body trembling, walls still trying to milk Bucky’s thick cock. Again, your last orgasm didn’t even get a chance to ebb away before you were being worked towards another one. Your back arched into the bed of its own accord, letting Bucky fuck deeper into you. Your whimpers mingled with Bucky’s grunts, sounds of skin slapping on skin filling the house.
“Pussy’s still clenchin’ me so tight, you’ve no idea how good you make me feel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky was almost growling, his own need almost entirely taking over, eager to cum so he could get back to focusing on giving you as much pleasure as you could handle.
“Thank daddy for fuckin’ you. Thank me for givin’ you my cock raw like this.” He groaned, fingers drifting between your thighs to play with your swollen bud once more.
God, this was humiliating and you were loving every single second.
“Thank you daddy! Love your cock so much, think about nothing else. Love how you fuck me, love how big it feels, love your cum, just need more daddy please.” Your words were only broken by little gasps, Bucky fucking into you harder than you even thought possible.
“Tha’s it, God yes, takin’ me like a good girl, my best girl. Little pussy so hungry for daddy’s cum. That never changes, does it honey? Should just keep you plugged and full of me all the time. Only thing that could keep your needy cunt happy, isn’t it? Just a little cum whore. Gonna give you a load now baby, okay? Keep that little face pressed to the bed and ass up, want it all drippin’ as deep ‘nside you as it can get. Don’t want a single drop spillin’.” Sometimes you wonder where Bucky possibly learned to talk so dirty but right now you didn’t care, teetering on the brink of a fifth orgasm as you lowered yourself the way he wanted, his cock nudging your cervix in this new position.
“So deep daddy,” you whimpered, muffled slightly by the thick duvet as he pounded into you. His fingers rolling perfectly against your clit was enough to tear you apart, your body shaking, fingers squeezing the sheets as you rode out the electric feeling shooting the whole way through your body. That was all it took to drag Bucky over the edge too, not able to hold back with how your walls were tightening around him, milking every drop of cum into your body.
“So tight toots, can’t even move.” He groaned, stilling his movements to stay pressed right at the deepest point inside you. The warm feeling of his cum exploding into you was almost more than you could handle, knowing every drop had to stay there to keep Bucky happy. His fingers didn’t stop moving against your clit though, tearing as many aftershocks from your over worked body as you could muster.
“Bet there’s so much cum in you now.” He whispered proudly, kissing down your spine despite the thin sheen of sweat, slowly pulling out and humming appreciatively when there wasn’t even the slightest indication of the mess he had made inside you. You felt absolutely boneless, knowing you were over the half way mark but still nowhere near finished yet.
“Three left honey, how ya feeling?” He cooed softly, taking a second to stroke your hair and dote on you. His cock hadn’t softened at all but it rarely ever did after only cumming once during such an intense session.
“Feel good Buck, sensitive.” You whispered, flopping onto the bed with your eyes closed, sucking in deep breaths to steady yourself.
“Think you can take some more for me?” He asked quietly, placing tiny kisses to your shoulders and neck. You could do nothing but hum contentedly, letting him give you as much affection as he wanted.
“Need you to use your words sweetheart. Didn’t make you, dumb already, did I?” He chuckled, making you open your eyes to see that dashing smile
“Want more daddy, I can take it.” You nodded gently, noticing how his smile only widened at your eagerness.
“I’m so in love with you, ya know that?” He beamed, giving you a gentle kiss that was all teeth and tight lips, his smile still so evident on his face. “Won’t mind though if you need to stop. Want you to enjoy this babydoll.”
“No Buck, I can keep going. But we can cuddle afterwards, yeah?” You asked, placing a little tired kiss to his knuckles of his flesh hand.
“Oh honey, when we’re done here, we can do whatever you like. This weekend’s about you, jus’ wanna make you feel good.” He agreed, heart aching at the sight of you looking so beautifully fucked out and still asking him for more.
“Thank you daddy.” You smiled lazily, knowing it would get him right back in the mood to fuck you relentlessly through the final three.
Bucky groaned hearing the title fall from your lips again when he was least expecting it, cock bobbing deliciously in agreement.
“Fuck princess, you’re gonna be the death of me you know that?” He laughed, metal hand falling to grip his aching cock. “Jus’ you lie there angel, lemme do the work this time.” You sure weren’t going to argue, pressing your head back on the soft pillows as Bucky positioned you how he wanted you, slotting neatly between your spread thighs. Despite how kinky Bucky was, missionary was still one of his all time favourite positions. It was simple, comfortable, uncomplicated and he loved being able to see your face contort as he takes you apart, not to mention the perfect bounce of your tits when he slams into you. Bucky lined up with your soaked pussy, taking the time to make sure none of his seed from the last round had spilled from your core. Once he was satisfied that it was only your own juices that were coating your thighs, he pressed in, revelling in the gasp you let out.
“So warm and wet babydoll.” He hissed, head thrown back as he set a decent pace, thrusting in and out with his metal hand pressed to your lower tummy. “Swear I can feel myself in here, just so deep ‘nside you, aren’t I?” You couldn’t really believe how your body was still craving him, still needing more even though you were so fucked out already. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to reply, almost every coherent thought having been fucked from your head. The soft clinking of metal had you opening your eyes. But when did you close them? You had no idea, and far less did you care upon seeing Bucky hovering on top of you, his dog tags swinging in front of your face. Somewhere deep inside your brain you registered that he must’ve pulled them from the nightstand when your eyes had been shut but there was something about them that just made the sex that little bit better. He knew how much you loved them too, smirking down at you as he continued his leisurely thrusts.
“Like what you see?” His voice was deep and seductive, close to only being a low rumble. His abs rippled with every push into your tight heat, little grunts slipping past his lips occasionally, a light flush on his cheeks from arousal. What was there to not like about Bucky Barnes? You could only nod, trying to press your hips closer to his pelvis, wanting to pull him deeper than even should have been possible.
“God, you can’t get enough can you? My cock that addictive honey?” He teased, flesh fingers toying with your clit. You cried out quietly at the feeling, not understanding how you could possibly still need more. Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you reached up, taking those jingling dog tags in your mouth, lips wrapping neatly around the chain. Bucky thought once more that he might cum then and there, just at the sight of your little pretty mouth enveloping his tags, the metallic taste covering your tongue.
“Need your slutty mouth filled too baby? Should’ve said somethin’, coulda had my fingers ‘nstead. But maybe you couldn’t tell me? Can’t get any words out now, can you? Daddy’s cock knocked all thoughts out of that little head, hm? That’s okay angel, daddy doesn’t need you to think, jus’ need you to cum. Think you can do that for me?” Your legs were shaking but you nodded you head regardless. As Bucky had been talking, he had dialled everything up a notch, fucking you faster, rubbing you in tighter circles, everything just felt incredible, your orgasm so close once more.
“Ah, daddy, please.” You pleaded, absolutely no idea what you were even pleading for anymore other than release. Bucky chuckled lowly from somewhere deep in his chest before giving you what you had begged for, pressing a little harder on your clit, rubbing in the same tights circles, dragging you through a painfully intense orgasm. Your teeth bit down on the hard metal in your mouth, trying to stifle the screams and whines that fell from you as every single vein in your body throbbed, desire washing through you violently. Bucky was completely and utterly obsessed with you, coaching you through your high with the same filthy grunts and promises that you had learned to expect from him.
As your high subsided, Bucky didn’t slow, if anything he just fucked you faster, not chasing his own release yet but loving how you looked like you had been fucked absolutely senseless, eyes rolling back, head crooked to the side, fingernails digging into his flesh, dog tags still in your mouth.
“You’re a fuckin’ picture like this doll, so beautiful for me. Can’t believe you’re all mine.” His thrusts had your tits bouncing back and forth, jiggling even more as you squirmed, trying to move away from him given how painfully overstimulated you were becoming. You screamed and yelled as his fingers picked up speed, slipping around from the insane amount of slick that had dripped from your hole.
“Come on little whore, cum for daddy, give it to me. Silly little slut can’t do anything but cum, can you? So fuckin’ good at it, no thoughts left in that pretty head of yours, daddy fucked them all out didn’t he? Love seein’ you like this, greedy pussy takin’ everything I give it. You’re an angel, you know that? My angel. Body’s always so ready for me.” Bucky’s voice was deep, strangled and needy, working you as fast as he could. Your legs couldn’t hold still as he pounded you, metal hand still pressing on your tummy so you could feel his cock even deeper inside you. It was all too fucking much, that ball of need inside you exploding once more making you scream, thrashing around under his huge body. Your rhythmic squeezing had him groaning, screwing his face up, unable to hide how good it felt.
“Last one princess, you ready?” Bucky asked softly, pulling out to give you a second. Christ, you looked wrecked but in the best way possible. His dog tags slipped from your mouth, spit trailing down your chin that you wiped away with the back of your hand.
“You sure you can take another? Need a colour toots.” Bucky probed gently, stroking your cheek lovingly, pushing your hair away from your sweaty face.
“Green daddy, just one more. I can take it.” You nodded weakly, fawning over the little gentle kiss Bucky pressed to your forehead.
“That’s my good girl.” He soothed. “I’ll make it quick, promise.” With that he hopped off the bed. You couldn’t really find it in yourself to care about why he had got up, taking the time to catch your breath and steady yourself but when he came back empty handed, you couldn’t help but be a little confused.
“Gonna move you toots,” he hummed quietly, shifting you onto your hands and knees at the side of the bed and that’s when you realised what he had been doing. Bucky had pulled one of the wardrobe doors open, specifically the door with the full length mirror, leaving it at an angle so you could see yourself from where you sat on the bed.
“Want you to watch yourself, see how pretty you look when you cum for me.” He groaned, harder than he could ever remember being in his life before. You whimpered even just at the thought, letting him slip inside you then pull your back flush to his chest. His whole body felt like it was surrounding you, probably because it was. His firm chest felt so comforting against you, both of his arms supporting your bare frame, casing you in against him. He pulled your hair out of the way, making sure he was able to kiss your neck and shoulders before beginning to piston his hips, fucking into you at a punishing pace. You were so glad he was holding you up, knowing if he took his arms away, you would be left to crumple onto the sheets. Your moans were so lewd you surprised yourself at how keen you were to just keep taking his cock. You knew you would feel empty without him inside you after such a long session but the emptiness might even be a blessing after this insane amount of stimulation.
“Look at yourself baby, you just came seven times for me and you’re still keen to go again. Still gonna give me ‘nother one. Cause you’re the best girl, aren’t you? So so good for daddy. Jus’ lettin’ me take and take from your body. You feel that mess sweetheart? You’re fuckin’ soaked right down to your knees, toots. All my cum from earlier drippin’ out of you. Don’t worry, got ‘nother nice big load to fill you with. Gotta give my best girl what she needs.” You hadn’t even noticed the sticky wetness between your thighs, the change in position letting it all seep out of you. You whined, high and needy as his fingers ghosted through the wetness, landing on your clit. His movements were smooth and methodical, rubbing you at the exact pace he knew you liked. He didn’t want to drag this out any more and he wasn’t even sure that he could last any longer.
“Cum for me babydoll, one last time. That’s it, good girl, hump daddy’s fingers. Excellent baby, doin’ so well for me, ‘m so proud of you, you know that? So so proud.” You felt your body clench harder than you had even thought possible, a strangled cry being torn from Bucky’s throat, his seed spilling so deep inside you.
“Ah, holy shit, can’t stop cummin’.” He panted against your neck, your head flung back onto his shoulder as the most intense high of your life took over. Your whole body was alight with pleasure and yet everything still felt so intimate in this position. Your bodies just felt connected in a way that you couldn’t even describe. Maybe you were just delirious with pleasure but it didn’t even really matter, chants of Bucky’s name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your pussy throbbed, aching and abused but not relenting in the slightest, if anything it only clenched harder around Bucky, milking every single drop of cum from him.
You practically collapsed onto the bed together, chests heaving, both spent and sweaty from the most exhausting morning of you life.
“Christ.” You whispered with a little content laugh, words not even connecting in your brain to form a coherent sentence.
“I agree.” Bucky laughed softly, pulling you practically on top of him, needing to feel you close and take care of you. “How ya feelin’?” He asked quietly, kissing your forehead and playing with your hair, being as delicate with you as possible.
“ ‘m good.” You hummed, giving him a little nod, taking in all the adoration he was offering.
“How bout a little nap, hm? You’re exhausted sweet pea. Then I’ll make us some lunch, yeah?” Bucky suggested, losing his mind when you snuggled yourself even closer to his body. You could only nod and give him a little smile, his fingers carding through your hair ever so gently. The hammering in Bucky’s chest was returning to a more natural thud, comforting you even more, your eyes closing of their own accord.
“My best girl.” He whispered, pressing more gentle kisses to your fragile body, little compliments and praises breaking the silence, lulling you into the best sleep of your life.
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love-is-a-dagger · 7 days ago
What they’re like when you’re on your period
Steve, Tony, Bucky, Loki, Natasha, Wanda, Thor, Sam, Bruce. (I haven’t proof read this so there might be some mistakes)
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•he was worried to begin with.
•he had woken up and you had bled on him, he thought he had hurt you from the night before.
•After 10 minutes of apologising, you managed to ran off to quickly sort yourself out, after promising to change the bed as soon as you get out.
•when you where finished to came back to see the bed remade, with a sheepish looking Steve, who had a blush nested on his cheeks.
•“I,uh, kinda did a little research”
•he had a few bars of chocolate on his hands.
•you settled together in bed, you were hesitant but Steve brushed of your worries.
•“it’s only a pair of short”
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•he wasn’t used to them.
•he normally kicked the girl out as soon as the sun rised the next day.
•he made a very somewhat embarrassing call to his assistant pepper, asking what he should do after find a small puddle of blood on the bed.
•when you went to bed that night tony wasn’t there, your cramps were bad at the moment so you were planning to ride them out before adventuring around his pent house to find him.
•then he arrived with a small heat pad, he gave you a cheeky grin before handing it to you and snigggling behind you.
• “thank you ,Tony”
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• he remembers learning about periods off his ma and sister.
• he always tried to listen but got embarrassed when they got a little to much into it.
•so when you came home holding your stomach, almost in tears from the pain, he knew it had to be your period.
•he cuddles with you, keeping you warm.
•he brings you all the treats you like.
•if you want some space is is more than willing to let you be, as long as you want it, and will be on you the second you give him the green flag.
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•he doesn’t really understand it
•but when you almost yell at him after he held you a little to tight around the stomach, he felt like he needed to know more
•he couldn’t ask anyone so he decided to do some reading.
•he’s shocked, with all that happens, bleeding, pain, your hips widening…
•he’ll try his best and will ask you every time he’s doing something if it’s okay.
•he’ll practice some spells to help with cramps
•he’s trying his best
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•she knew you were in your period before you did. She likes to plan head, she also tracks your cycle.
•she was be carful with everything she would do, gentler kisses on your head, playing with your hair while cuddling.
•she’d make you tea, coffee, you name it.
• “come on, honey. I’ll make you something to drink”
•you could probably get away with murder because she’d do anything you’d as. Well, she’s do that even when you’re not on your period.
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•you’d be dating for a while, and your cycles would start to happen at the same time.
•but the first time it happened while dating you bled through your trousers, and you were freaking out.
•Wanda could hear your distressed thoughts, and helped you out, and you thanked her with a red face.
•but when you’re been dating awhile you’d stay in and watch movies and eat junk food.
•if one of you have cramps it’s a unofficial rule to get them some medicine to help the other.
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•he freak med out when he saw blood on your pyjamas after you got out of bed.
•he rushed to you and frantically asked if your okay and immediately thought he hurt you the night before.
•you were confused asking what he was on about, and when he told you it felt like your face was one fire.
•you nearly died if embarrassment when you had to explain what a period was and why is happened.
• “ahh! A natural test for a pregnancy!” He all but yelled, making you push your hands into your face.
• he’s treat you like a queen when he was told by loki (who scary enough knew a lot about the human body) about how they effect you, cramps, mood swings.
• he’d try and find things that would help you, asking his mother if she possibly knew a spell that could help.
•he’d be scared to touch you but once you explain that the pain comes in waves and isn’t always there he’s quick to hug you, thankful he won’t hurt you
•he’s an overall underrated softie
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•he’s had a bit of experience, with a few past girlfriends, so he keeps products you may need at his place.
•so when you said you had to cut date night short, after a very embarrassing explanation about getting your period, he was quick to shut you down, explaining how he had period product in his sink cupboard.
•after you had everything sorted he started a movie and you two snuggled up and enjoyed the rest of the evening.
•Sam makes sure your alright, getting you anything you fancy/crave and always has a heat pad at the ready
•Sam doesn’t really care that your on your period, it doesn’t gross him out or make him uncomfortable because it’s an natural body function.
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•he’s a little shy about it.
•he’s not grossed out by it, not one bit, but he’s shy.
•you’d be holding your stomach while lying in bed with him and he’d ask why’s wrong, only for his ears to turn red with embarrassment.
•he would do small things for you, leaving chocolate on the side for you, always making sure there is some painkillers.
•when you’re in bed with him he’d stroke your stomach lightly, soothing you.
•Bruce would never admit it, but he secretly loves it when your on your period, he doesn’t know why, but he does.
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