Sebastian Stan Everyone.

tokyo debunker characters as animals

frostheim, vagastrom, and jabberwock version♡ see reblog for the other house!

gojo hates condoms ☆

not even in an ‘i can’t feel a thing’ frat-fuck way either. he just wants to be close to you. he’s touch starved as it is and being inside of you is quite literally the closet he can be to you. why would he want a barrier between his achy length and your silken walls?

he hates condoms. hates them like they’re pointing south on his moral compass. hates them like they hurt to use—which they do, in a way—the mental anguish feels real to him, at least. he picks up a fuss in the grocery store when you pull a pack of ribbed condoms from the shelf to try because why would you seek pleasure from artificial ridges when the protruding veins of his cock would feel just as good if not dressed in a condom?

sometimes he eats you out for twice as long as usual to get you really fucked out and dumb. he’ll make you cum hard and fast and so much that your mind is a mess in the hopes that you’ll forget all about your safety precautions and let him feel you from the inside out. but you always catch on. with a tsk and a finger pointed to the draw where he keeps the horrid things out of sight.

so when you let him fuck you raw for the first time, gojo is reeling. it’s on the condition that he promises to pull out, and promise he does—with a pinky finger hooked around yours and his lips to his thumb—he promises to pull out.

he decides on missionary, because as much as he loves the hundred different positions he knows how to wrangle you into, he wants to connect with you. to make love, not fuck.

and even your wetness against his tip is enough to jolt his stomach downwards. collecting your glossing over his angry head as he rubs himself up and down your folds—he would cum just like this if he wasn’t so stuck on feeling all of you. you’re warm and wet and tight as he pushes against your entrance and oh god he’s going to cum already.

“oh,” he stills, eyes deadset on yours as he slides into you. his tip is rubbing against that spot that makes your back arch upwards and it takes everything in you not to laugh at the distraught look on his face as he says “i have to pull out.”

“you’re joking, right?”

“i really wish i was baby,” he looks pained. he’s never felt something so heavenly and ungodly at the same time. he wants to do bad things, to fuck you into the mattress and breed you full of himself until you’re too weak to care about the aftermath of such recklessness. “i can’t pull out.”

“what?” you laugh, his balls tighten at the sound.

“if i move—” satoru has never looked so serious, “—i will cum. this was a bad idea. why would you let me do this?”

“you’re the one always—”

“actually don’t argue with me, you know what it does to me.” he squeezes his eyes shut and focuses on anything other then the way you feel around him. he does math in his head, thinks about the people he’s killed, how much he loves you… how pretty you look right now… growing old with you.

“i swear you’re getting harder inside of—”

“imsorryiloveyoubutpleasebequietorelseyouaregoingtogetpregnant.”

it takes him a minute of mental gymnastics to feel confident enough to start slowly sliding out of you, but all hope dies when the heel of your foot presses against his ass and with a smile made of sin you pull him deeper inside of you.

he opens his mouth to protest, to tell you he is not joking and all that comes out is a beautiful strangled moan that makes you tighten around him. for a man who claims to be the strongest he is rather weak-willed when it comes to your pussy. he needs to cum so hard that it hurts, but a fear of maybe ruining your life and relationship digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“don’t do this to me,” he whines.

but you’re smiling. you’re so tight and wet and beautiful and everything he’s ever dreamt of having and holding and you’re smiling. “satoru,” you say, and he’s weak. “cum inside.”

anything for you. it’s gorgeous: the way he lets loose, falling forward to press all his weight into you as he groans and his balls release in hot spurts that you can feel painting your insides white. it’s the connection, the intimacy, the tears that prick at his eyes.

and he doesn’t pull out. no, he presses his hips forward to fuck his cum as deep into you as he possibly can and he vows to throw out every condom in the goddamn house.

god he hates condoms.

Canon

(only he can)

Got me breathless and shit

Hey Kinny ! Are you taking requests!? If so would you consider writing a threesome with Nat and Bucky ? In any way you like ! I just think this is soooo fucking hot

mhm.

his girls

18+

bucky's going through a tough divorce. what kind of friends would you and natasha be if you didn't try your best to make him feel better?

content warning: nat x reader x bucky, smut (mff threesome, dom!reader x sub!nat, oral sex, voyeur!bucky, scissoring, fingering, daddy kink, blowjob, penetrative sex, cum eating), fluff.

i think this is the hottest thing i've ever written

"I'm bored," Natasha whispers into your ear while you take a long sip of wine. "Let's go upstairs."

Looking around the room, you smirk at her. "Everyone already thinks we're fucking. You really wanna fuel the rumors by sneaking upstairs during a party?"

She rolls her eyes. "This is not a party; it's just Steve's attempt at showing off his big, new house while everyone rides his dick about how amazing it is. Let's at least put it to use," She suggests, tracing her fingers up your bare arm. "I'm bored."

Glancing up at the bar, you see Bucky and Sam sharing muttered words over beers. You sigh and look back at Natasha. "I'm glad Bucky's here. I was starting to think he'd never leave his house again."

"Well, that's divorce for you. At least he's gotten through the ugliest part," She says with a shrug, before gripping your arm. "Now, come on."

"What exactly do you wanna do upstairs, hmm?" You ask her teasingly.

She smirks, leaning closer and muttering, "Things I'd rather do to you than say to you."

You pout at that. "But you know how much I like dirty talk, baby."

Taking your hand, she places it on her upper thigh, sliding it under the hem of her dress before coyly whispering, "I'll let you choke me."

Within minutes, you're upstairs in one of the spare rooms with Natasha, lying on the bed while she looks around the room.

"You think any of this shit belongs to the previous owners?" She asks as she looks at the trinkets on the book shelf, before shuddering. "They died in this house, you know."

"Cool," You say dryly, sitting up. "Come sit on my face."

Immediately, she lets out a shocked laugh, raising a brow. "Yeah?" Natasha asks, slowly walking over to the bed and kneeling onto it. "Whatever happened to 'friends don't fuck'?"

You shrug, "I've never had a friend that looks like you. You make me wanna break the rules, Tasha."

She crawls up to where you're lying, sitting on her knees beside you. "I don't know," She says lowly. "I don't want you to do something you regret."

Leaning up to her, you lower your voice. "If you don't suffocate me between your thighs right now, I'll die here, just like the previous owners. Is that what you want?"

Natasha bites her lip. "Are you sure about this, honey? What if-"

"Tasha, I need you to cum on my face," You tell her gravely. "Now."

Not one to waste time, or a good opportunity, she rolls up her dress and throws her leg over you. You pull her panties to the side and impatiently latch your mouth onto her clit, sucking and toying with it.

"Oh, my God," She cries, grabbing onto the headboard as she rides your face. "So fuckin' good."

You bring your fingers up to play with her pussy as you pull away to say, "That's it, baby, ride my face like a good little slut."

She shudders above you, rolling her hips while crying out your name. You poke your tongue into her entrance, letting her juices soak your face as you take in her sweet taste.

Bucky can't help but stand at the door and watch.

He didn't come upstairs with the intention of being a pervert, but when he heard the pretty noises Natasha was letting out, he had to see it for himself. And boy, is he glad he came. Knowing it's wrong and that he shouldn't be eavesdropping on his good friends in this way only makes his cock harder, and he has to bite his lip to hold back his own moans.

"Cumming!" Natasha cries as she gushes all over your face, squeezing her thighs together. You can't breathe, but you don't care. Your tongue continues to lap at her cunt as she shakes, letting out weak whimpers.

Giving her another spank, you grab her by the hips before throwing her back down onto the bed. You peel off your dress while she takes off her own, both of you rushing to get naked.

Bucky doesn't remember exactly when it happened, but at some point, his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He lets out a heavy breath when he sees you spreading apart Natasha's legs and kneeling between them, his eyes widening. Are you about to-

Oh, God.

Your clit rubs against Natasha's as you grind against her, pulling one of her legs to rest on your shoulder. Slowly, you thrust against her, the both of you letting out harmonious moans while your tits bounce.

This is the single greatest thing Bucky Barnes has ever witnessed.

He's tempted to take out his phone and film you scissoring, but he doesn't want to risk getting caught.

"Just like that," Natasha whimpers, throwing her head back against the mattress. "So good, baby."

"You're so fucking wet for me, Tasha," You groan, pulling her up by her throat. "Your pretty little pussy feels so good on mine."

Sitting up, she latches her mouth onto your hard nipple, sucking it with ardor. You moan loudly at the sensation, bucking your hips faster. By some chance, you glance up at the doorway, your heart skipping a beat when you see Bucky standing there, stroking his cock while he watches you fuck Natasha. He stops his movements, his lips parting in shock.

Oh, shit.

"Hello, there," You greet him with a smirk.

Natasha immediately stops her movements, pulling her head back with wide eyes.

"It's okay, baby," You assure her, stroking her hair. "It's only Bucky."

She lets out a shaky breath at your casual tone, blinking up at you. Nevertheless, she cautiously returns her mouth to your nipple, feeling too good to stop.

You raise a hand up to Bucky before gesturing for him to come closer. "Don't be shy, James," You say reassuringly. "Come in. Join us."

Swallowing thickly, he takes a timid step forward, making you pout.

You roll your hips harder against Nat, moaning at the shooting pleasure. "Come on, Jamie, we know how lonely you've been," You say between gasps. "Let us comfort you, baby."

Turning her head, Natasha stretches her arm out towards him. "Please, daddy?"

This has to be a dream.

Taking another step forward, Bucky closes the door behind him, a bewildered look on his face.

"Take off your clothes," You whisper, continuing to slowly ride Natasha.

He does as you say, unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off and throwing it on the ground. Next to go are his pants, which he discards in the same way. In nothing but his grey boxers, he kneels onto the bed, staring at the point where your pussy meets Natasha's with astonishment in his eyes.

"C'mere, Bucky baby," You coo, cupping his face in your hand. "Give me a kiss."

Moving closer to you, he complies, kissing you softly. It quickly deepens, and he strokes his tongue with yours before you do the same to him. You take one of his hands and place it on Natasha's breast, making her bite her lip. He expertly begins to play with her nipple while keeping his mouth attached to yours in a sloppy kiss.

You pull away after a few moments, before moving your hips away from Natasha's, making her whine. "Look how wet we are, James," You whisper as his eyes take in the pretty sight. "You wanna feel us?"

Clenching his jaw, he nods.

Natasha and you share a look before sitting back and spreading your legs for him. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes flickering between your pussies.

Chuckling, you raise a brow. "Spoilt for choice. Where do you wanna go first, Jamie?"

He crawls forward, licking his lips. And then, he strokes his hand up your inner thigh before finding your clit which he begins to rub. You throw your head back in pleasure, delighted to be picked first. Natasha would be jealous if she wasn't so turned on by the sight of Bucky playing with your pussy.

Biting his lip, Bucky glances over at Natasha, needing to feel her, too. In an instant, he takes his hand off of you and starts rubbing her clit, before bringing up his metal fingers to your cunt, instead.

You're incredibly grateful to have his cold, harder fingers on your throbbing clit. You and Natasha sit up as Bucky slowly slides his fingers into you both. A melody of moans escapes your mouths as he starts to finger fuck you, his cock throbbing with the power he feels.

As his fingers curl inside you, you buck your body closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. Natasha mirrors your movements and the both of you lean on him, moaning and writhing at his hands.

"Just like that, Jamie," You whimper into his ear.

"Yeah?" He mumbles back, fingering you faster. "Making my girls feel good?"

"So good," Natasha purrs, digging her nails into his back. "Being so good to us, daddy."

"Mmm, that's right," He groans, enamored with the feeling of both your cunts tightening around his fingers. "My good little girls."

You shiver as his fingers scissor inside you, spreading you open. Placing your mouth onto his neck, you start to suck on his soft skin, biting and nibbling on it while Natasha does the same. Bucky's eyes roll back as his hips buck forward instinctively, and he speeds up his fingers. When he feels both of your pussies tightening around him, he smirks and throws his head back, ready to feel you cum.

"Let go for me, angels," He growls, kissing your shoulder. "Cum for daddy."

With loud cries, the two of you cum all over his fingers, rolling your hips as the pleasure courses through your veins.

"That's it," He mumbles with a cocky grin. "Good girls."

Feeling weak, you fall back against the mattress, breathing heavily, Natasha remains sitting up, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes as she slowly pulls down his boxers. His thick, hard cock springs out, glistening with pre cum.

"Looks pretty enough to eat," You say coyly, sitting up and taking Natasha's hand in yours. "Good thing we know how to share."

You lead Natasha off the bed, where you both sink to the ground on your knees. Bucky is quick to follow suit, sitting on the edge of the bed after pulling off his boxers. Leaning up, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, making him shudder.

"Fuck," He whispers as his eyes darken. "In your mouth, baby."

Obediently, you open your mouth wide to take in his dick, wrapping your lips around the tip before allowing the rest to sink into your throat. Bucky lets out a loud groan while Natasha watches you with an awe-struck look in her eyes. You suck him a few times before pulling your mouth off of him and looking at Natasha.

"Go ahead, baby," You invite her slyly. "Daddy tastes so good."

Bucky can't believe how lucky he is while he watches you bring Natasha's pretty mouth to his cock, keeping your hand on her throat as she takes in his length. You both look up at him with wide eyes, and he almost cums right then.

"Oh, shit," He moans as Natasha slowly starts sucking him off, running his hand through her red hair. "Just like that, Nat, fuck."

You lean forward and wrap your mouth around his balls, making his body convulse. While Natasha gags on his cock, you suck on his sack, feeling his hand pull on your hair.

"Fuck, you're both so perfect," He mutters, gently thrusting his hips and fucking Natasha's face. "My perfect little girls."

After a few minutes, you and Natasha switch positions, and you're glad for it because the feeling of Bucky's dick gliding down your throat almost makes you cum again. You look up at him at the same moment during which he glances down at you, and you shoot him a wink. He chuckles deeply, stroking your cheek while watching his cock disappear past your lips.

"So fuckin' gorgeous," Bucky mumbles, stroking Natasha's hair at the same time. "God, I'm gonna cum for you, girls."

You gently pull Natasha's head back and the two of you wait eagerly with your mouths wide open, anticipating his cum. Bucky wraps his fist around his dick and strokes himself, groaning at the sight of you two with your tongues out.

"My greedy little sluts," He growls as his chest heaves. "Fuck. Ready for daddy's cum?"

The two of you make eager noises, practically bouncing on your knees with excitement. With a loud grunt, Bucky shoots his load, doing his best to get an even amount onto each of your tongues. Before Natasha closes her mouth to swallow, you grab her face and give her an open-mouthed kiss, tongues sloshing against each other.

Bucky shudders as he sees his cum mix in your mouths and drip down your chins, your whimpers almost immediately making him hard again. "Oh, you dirty, dirty girls," He groans, stroking your hair. You look up at him with a sly look, still playing with Natasha's tongue. Bucky bites his lip and pats his lap. "Come, give daddy a kiss."

You happily oblige, and the two of you climb onto the bed on either side of him, one of you on each of his thighs. He places a hand on the back of your heads before pulling you closer, staring between your mouths. Slowly, the three of you start to lick and suck on each other's tongues, the remnants of Bucky's cum making it the filthiest three-way kiss any of you have ever participated in.

Bucky's cock stirs beneath you, dancing slightly as it bounces against your thigh. Natasha whimpers into the kiss, while you wrap your hand around Bucky's throat.

Pulling away for breath, Bucky has a look of pure adoration in his eyes for the two of you. "This is the greatest night of my fuckin' life," He breathes out.

You smirk at his words, raising a brow. "And you haven't even fucked us, yet."

Something flickers across his eyes as his lips part. Natasha clambers off him and leans back against the headboard, spreading her legs apart. "Me first, daddy," She says slyly, biting down on her lips.

"Fuck," Bucky utters, still in disbelief that this is actually happening. You move to the side, watching as he slowly crawls over to her, stroking his hardening cock while staring at her pussy. "Want me inside you, Nat?"

"Please," She cries, bucking her hips up desparately. "I need it, daddy."

"Always knew you were a slut," He mutters before grabbing her by the hips and flipping her onto her stomach. "Arch that back for me, Natasha. Be a good girl."

You bite your lip as you sit back and watch him spank her a couple of times before she gets into position. Without warning, he plunges his cock into her, making her cry out. Once he's built up a rhythm, you move closer to him and start kissing down his jaw.

"Fuck her harder, Jamie," You whisper against her loud moans.

He turns to look you in the eyes, utter bliss on his face. "You like watching me fuck her, baby?"

"Just as much as you liked watching me fuck her," You retort teasingly, rubbing your hands over his nipples. When he shivers at your touch, you rub his nipple again, making him grab your wrist harshly.

"Keep doing that and I swear to God, I'll cum before I get the chance to rail you," He warns you, making you laugh softly. Knowing that he's already cum once, you don't want to push your luck and end up horny and frustrated.

"Right there, daddy!" Natasha screams against the pillow, which muffles her voice. "So fucking deep inside me."

"Does it feel good, being fucked this deep?" Bucky asks her with a cocky smirk as he spanks her again. "You love it, don't you, you slut?"

"Yes, daddy," She answers him obediently, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets beneath her.

You move behind Bucky and wrap your arms around his torso, pressing soft kisses to his back as he slams into her. The sound of their sex amplifies as you shut your eyes, as though you're listening to fucking whale music.

"I'm gonna cum!" Natasha announces, which you take as your cue to lay down next to her. On your back, you turn to her and kiss her cheek, before reaching under her to find her pussy.

Bucky watches with delight as you rub Natasha's clit, making her shake beneath him. "That's it, baby," You coo, stroking her throbbing bud faster. "Cum for us. Show daddy what a good girl you can be."

With that, she lets out a scream and buries her head in the pillow, cumming all over Bucky's cock. He continues to fuck her through her high, taking deep breaths while trying to stave off his own orgasm. Not yet, Bucky. You've still got another pussy to satisfy.

"That's it, Tasha, good girl," You praise her, stroking her hair as she comes down. "Did so well for us."

Bucky pulls out of her before looking down at you with a sly smirk on his lips. Moving closer, he forces your legs apart before slotting himself between them and leaning down. "Are you ready for me, baby?" He asks you softly, sucking on your earlobe.

You shiver, wrapping your arms around him. "Always, Jamie," You reply with need.

He reaches down to line himself up with your cunt before slowly sinking into you, growling in your ear. "So fuckin' tight for me," He grunts once he bottoms out, filling you up like no other. "Shit, can barely fuckin' pull out."

Slowly, he drags his length out of your throbbing cunt before plunging it back in again, immediately hitting your g-spot. You let out a loud cry as he begins pumping in and out of you, letting out groans with each thrust.

"Taking me so well," Bucky praises you, linking his fingers with yours and pinning your hands down above your head. "Daddy's got the best little cocksluts in the world."

At his mention of her, Natasha finally finds the energy to get back up, leaning up to kiss him. He releases one of your hands to wrap his around her throat as their tongues poke and glide into each other's mouths.

"Daddy," You whine, throwing your head back. "Faster."

Bucky happily obliges, pulling away from Natasha and thrusting faster into you. "You like that, baby? Gonna cum for me?"

"Yes, Jamie," You cry, gasping as he starts pinching and pulling on your nipple while Natasha sucks on your neck. In retaliation, you lift up your own fingers to rub his nipples, toying with them and making him shudder.

He falls forward, chuckling between groans. "No fair," He whines, his thrusts becoming sloppy. "You better fuckin' cum with me, baby."

"Promise I will," You say, crying out when Natasha lowers her fingers to your clit. It all becomes too much; her rubbing your bud, Bucky fucking you and his fingers playing with your nipples, and soon, you're letting go and cumming all over him.

"Look at you," Natasha coos in your ear. "You're so pretty when you cum."

Meanwhile, Bucky feels your cunt milking his cock as he cums inside you, grunting as he slams into you a few more times, giving you every last drop. With a heavy sigh, he pulls out, groaning at the sight of his cum dripping out of your pussy.

"Oh, fuck," He whispers, before looking over at Natasha. "Clean her up."

Without skipping a beat, Natasha crawls lower down before licking your cunt. Bucky's cum disappears into her mouth as she laps at your folds, making you shudder as her tongue strokes against your sensitive bud. Once she's done, she pulls back and you sigh with content, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Holy shit," Bucky mutters, lying down next to you. He grabs Natasha and pulls her on top of him as the three of you catch your breaths and try to recover from the intensity of what just happened.

"I didn't know your dick was that big," You admit out loud.

You can feel his chuckles vibrate against your neck. Natasha plays with your hair while saying, "I did. I saw it once, when we were on vacation."

"And you never thought to inform me?" You ask her with a scoff.

She smirks, stroking his chest. "I didn't want to objectify him."

"If this is what objectifying me leads to," Bucky begins, rubbing Natasha's back. "Please, objectify me every day. Every day."

"Noted," You mumble, linking your fingers with his. "You might regret saying that, though. Nat and I are insatiable."

"That's what I'm here for," Bucky states arrogantly, holding you both close to him. "Satisfying my girls."

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warnings: crack, cursing, sexual, f!reader

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Tags: Caleb x fem!Reader, smut, gun play, dead dove, caleb is a walking red flag in this one, the gun goes WHERE???

An: So um… I’m obsessed with him, and I sincerely apologize for writing this.

No, you’re absolutely right. Sylus would never fuck you with his gun. He cherishes you, worships your body as if you’re a goddess who fell into his lap. He’s too weary of accidentally hurting you. He couldn’t fathom shoving an object of war inside your pretty little pussy, the most safest of places that he knows. It’s a blasphemous thought really.

but you know who would do that…

“C-caleb, th-that… oh my god… what are you doing-? Mmph! Shit,” you gasp and pant, looking down between your legs to marvel at the black weapon adorned with silver attachments sliding through your slick folds.

Caleb’s lilac eyes are on you, watching you from between your knees, and he has a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches the confusion, fear, and arousal take precedent on your face.

This type of debauchery is only something you could take part in with someone you trust with your whole life. Caleb already knows all your secrets… What’s one more sick kink to add to his arsenal of blackmail?

“What’s the matter, pipsqueak? This is only such a small step up from my hand.” He taunts, raising his robotic arm up to give you a teasing wave.

His other hand is carefully dragging the handgun up and down, watching as you coat his gun in the most beautiful of shine. Truthfully, he’s considering doing this with all of his guns. He needs his pretty girl to christen all of his weapons. You know… for luck.

“Ah-!” you gasp and tense as you feel him aim the weapon right at your small bundle of nerves, applying a small amount of pressure before he skillfully maneuvers the gun in small circles.

Your hands are fisting at the sheets, slightly pulling at them as you try to take your mind off of what’s happening to you. He’s using a gun to bring you to the edge, and the worst part was you’ve never been this close to finishing so quickly before.

Your stomach tightens, and you’re on the cusp. Your legs try to clamp around Caleb’s arm and the gun, but his other hand presses to your knee and forces you to keep your legs open.

“Tsk. Come on. Let me see~ I wanna see you unravel on my gun,” his eyes are glimmering with mischief and perversion as he applies more pressure, and he flicks his wrist in tighter circles, pinpointing your pleasure center down with such ease.

“Fuck-! Caleb… I-“ you can’t even get the words out before you feel your body snap like a bowstring. Your pleasure ripples through your body in waves as your walls clench around nothing.

“What a pretty sight,” he murmurs proudly as he finally relieves some of the pressure. “I wanna see it happen again,” he proclaims, sliding the gun further down towards your entrance.

“Wait- You can’t be serious, C-caleb,” you choke out, squirming backwards on the bed away from the handgun being pointed towards your very core.

“Dead serious, pipsqueak,” he affirms as he gives you that cold gaze he’s mastered since becoming a colonel. “What? Don’t you trust me?”

He flips the gun upside down, tilting the handle towards your clit as the muzzle plugs your entrance.

Your body vibrates with anticipation, and you find yourself stilling for him. Some deep depraved part of you is just as enticed as it is repulsed.

“Look at you being such a good girl,” he purrs, pressing a kiss to the inner part of your knee before he slides the barrel of the gun inside you.

“O-oh!” you gasp, arching your back off the bed as you squeeze your eyes closed. The metal isn’t very cold anymore, and it’s adequately lubed with your arousal from earlier.

“Shh, shh.” he whispers as his hands slowly work the gun further inside you. His eyes are enamored with the sight of your puffy folds, happily swallowing his gun like the needy slut you are. “Feels good to let go, don’t it?”

You’re too focused on the feeling of his gun slowly sliding in and out of you. Your warm walls hug around the barrel. You’re completely baffled at how you’re getting so turned on from this. You should be scared out of your mind, but instead, your hips are rolling, trying to seek out more stimulation from the weapon.

“Sooo eager. God, you’re so beautiful,” his voice is husky as he whispers. He can feel the strain in his pants from his erection, but he’s not looking to relieve himself. This is all about you.

He tilts the handle of the gun upwards, pressing the butt of the handle against your small bundle of nerves. The angle of the gun making it possible to stimulate twice as much.

“Oh my— shit, Caleb!” you’re stumbling over words as your cunt flutters around the gun. You’re already close again.

“That’s right, pretty. Cum on my fucking gun. Come on. Give it to me,” he demands, gripping the gun tightly with one hand as he’s pumping it in and out quicker. The sound of metal clicking and squelching echoes in the room.

His face is twisted in pure concentration, and his muscles flex with each time he moves the gun inside you. His chain bouncing around his neck as he works you down.

Your body goes taut, and you lift your hips up off the bed. Your slick is gathered beneath you onto the sheets. You’re dripping.

Your ears begin to ring, and you shout his name as you squeeze around his gun. His hands become more methodical, pumping the gun leisurely with his hand.

You can hear him let out a low growl as he watches your pussy constrict. You’re such a pitiful thing — trying to milk his gun as if it could even give you anything.

You’re gasping for air as he slowly pulls the gun out of you. Its shiny metal was glistening in your slick. Caleb smirks to himself, knowing that every time he cleans it, he’s going to have to plunge it into you again.

“Messy girl,” he grins as he admires his weapon. He then slowly brings it up to his lips before his tongue lulls out, and he licks your juices straight off of his gun, savoring your taste.

“You’re sick,” you pant, unable to tear your eyes away from the downright pornographic sight.

“Says the one who just came on my gun like a psychopath.”

Steve is the only man who can manhandle me like this

Idk why but I have this theory that stevie boy prays when his girl is going down on him.

a/n: this took so long! i hope you like it, i feel kind of rusty with writing lol. enjoy the catholic guilt <3 1.5k words of deepthroating & Please stop reading if you are not 18+

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“blessed”

He’s got it bad.

He stuffs it behind his stern face and resilient body and a collected, competent demeanor but at the heart of it, in his heart, Steve is truly, embarrassingly, a lovestruck boy and intimacy is a hurdle he’s having a hard time clearing.

He doesn’t want to hurt you. He’s always afraid he’ll lose control, so he keeps it as vanilla as fucking possible and it is probably driving you just as crazy as it is him.

But then you kneel down in the middle of the floor and there’s nothing he can possibly hold on to, he thinks you must be out to kill him.

You tell him he’s pretty, and that he’s got these gorgeous, long legs, and when you start kissing up his knee and rest your face at the crease of his groin, his head is so cloudy he might as well be floating.

He’s smack dab in the center of the kitchen this time, condemned to yet another instance of helplessness. His hands have nowhere to go, and he begins to stutter for alternatives, but you shake your head, already on the move.

He shudders. You want him and you can’t wait another second. You want him here, now, with your bare knees on tile, the pre-heated oven and its dinner plans shelved for later because you. want. him. And that’s the end of that.

You begin unbuckling his belt, fingers pulling apart the leather, unclasping, unzipping, and then you lift your mouth off him long enough to let the denim fall to the floor.

He groans, already beginning to breathe harder, his abs flexing as you nose your way up one thigh. You sigh as you go along, eyes shut as if trying to concentrate on the mere scent of him. You take deep breaths, moan lightly, and the barest hint of a smirk begins forming on your face when you press your forehead to him and murmur, “I want it so bad, Steve. I’d let you keep me like this all night for it.”

His entire body jolts and he thinks he should get more furniture just for the safety of surfaces alone. You don’t seem bothered by his muteness—you’ve done this so many times with your special talent for making him ache all over with just a few dirty words. He’s stil learning how his body can move now that he’s in love—now that he feels safe giving himself over to someone.

You slip your fingers over his erection, fully hard now because you look like that.

“I love the way you smell.” You breathe him in, rubbing at him like a cat, lewd and devoted in equal measure. “Love how it feels on my face.” You show him, looking up now, your cheek pressed against the curve of his shaft, eyes reflecting of the overhead light and his own breathless face back at him.

“You’ll let me suck you here, right?”

His head falls back, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as the heat in his face runs down his neck and chest. Why do you have to say things like that? Why do you have to make him feel so much?

You mouth the tip of his cock, tongue lapping at the damp spot of precome through fabric before taking it in, as if you could put him in just how he is. He’s so hard at the entrance your warm mouth, your breath huffing over his cock, the cotton layer catching moisture like an inescapable wall keeping him from feeling the rest of you—but it’s hot. It’s so fucking hot and you keep on doing it, suckling and moaning and grabbing at him. You pant, watching his expression, taking in how he responds.

He worries the heel of his palms to his brow—but he can’t help staring. Can’t help the way he keeps twitching every second. Can’t help the low whine that falls out of his mouth when you finally spring him free and let him bounce on the tip of your tongue.

“Baby you’re leaking,” you tease, flicking at the slit where he dribbles out, “Mmm, it tastes so good.”

“Christ,” he grunts, face burning.

You grin, giving him a firm suck, and then a soft kiss at his tip. You show him your wet, pink tongue, your open throat. And then you swap all that chatter for work. You take him in, easing him past your back teeth, his cockhead rubbing at the entrance of your throat, pressing into the soft muscle there as it grips around him weakly.

Your eyes roll back and— you look— so pretty.

“Oh, god…Oh, hell..”

You keep your jaw slack and bob your head steadily as if suggesting that he take the lead. Your hands cup his sac, rolling the sensitive skin between two fingers, letting the rest lie in your other palm. He feels so completely taken, all of him, warm and encased and throbbing.

To your delight, he slowly begins rolling his hips. Experimental at first, half-hearted and worried about startling or choking you, but at the first reflex of a gag, your eyes light up before fluttering half-closed and you practically mewl.

Fuck.

He pulls away, “Sorry—I’m sorry—” but you grab him by the back of his thighs and swallow him down, opening up more, letting the saliva collecting around his dick dribble out down your chin. You look so easy and vulnerable, entirely receptive to however he wants to use you.

His cock is pulsing, making squelching sounds as it rubs against your tongue and slicks itself up with spit, pushing some out with every pull. You’re arching your body into the correct position for him, and he places one hand on the back of your neck to hold you steady as he tries to get—ah, right there, just a little more—

He practically shouts when he stuffs himself into your throat. The tip of your nose is pressed into his groin, chin warm on his balls as he shifts, feeling crazed about it all. The resistance, the squeeze of your muscles—he reaches around to your neck and blindly feels for the bulge his cock is creating.

“Holy shit,” he blurts, “holy fuck, holy fuck, baby—that feels so good—oh my god—oh fucking god.”

And then he starts spinning off in his head, all his Catholic upbringing like an unstoppable flood—those stupid prayers for serenity and grace—lead us not into temptation—racing across his mind because if he doesn’t cling onto something he’ll lose it completely. He’ll choke you—he’ll choke you over and over with his cock and he’ll love it.

There are tears in your eyes, but you don’t pull away and you don’t make him stop. Your fingers are digging into your legs, but you keep looking at him, asking silently for him to see—for him to notice how much you want him like this, all the time.

The noise is filthy when you yank free, and you look wrecked, leaned back on your haunches. Your breaths are ragged and weak, and you bite at your lips in a daze.

“Again,” you say quietly, hoarse. “Please, again.”

And all those prayers flit away. He forgets every sacrament. The only blessing he’ll ever need is you, uttering again.

He shoves himself back in, forcing a loud gag out, and he feels insane for it—feels utterly crazed for more of this sensation. Shocks are sprinting up and down his spine, his toes are curling, his body tense and loose at the same time. He doesn’t want to stop feeling you, doesn’t want to stop seeing you attached to his cock, worshiping it with your tongue, tears brimming in your pretty eyes from the effort.

“Your fucking throat,” he grunts, too rough now with his hand on your head to force you down, but unable to stop, each thrust bringing him closer and closer. “Fucking incredible. So—dirty—you naughty fucking girl."

There’s spit everywhere. Down your shirt, long lines of it dripping from his dick to your mouth when you gasp for air. Your lips are swollen so pretty and bright.

Steve hauls you up, bullies you against the nearest surface and fingers your cunt until his fingers are coated. He gets behind you, makes you taste your own pussy, and then fucks his way in, choking off your cry with his hand.

And it doesn’t take long. You squirm and clamp down and sob when you come, and Steve barrels headfirst into it soon after, his cock pulsing and unloading inside.

“Steve,” you gasp, turning your head to mouth at him instinctively. He’s still hard, fucking gently into you.

He paws at your breasts, your face, belly, feeling every inch of you now that he’s cleared this hurdle. Now he knows what he wants, knows how to get it.

His cock is filthy with slick and semen. He’ll need you to clean it off.

“I’m not finished yet,” he says, certainty firmly in his chest. He smiles into your hair, pulls out slow and sloppy and fingers the inside of your mouth. He'll do exactly what it is you wanted-- what he wants, too.

He’s gonna keep you here all night.

Tony just saying "No" is quite accurate

Where Do Babies Come From? (Avengers X Child!Reader)

Character: Avengers X Child!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Mild swearing, sex ed talk

HUMOUR

Request:Ive just found your blog!! Youre an amazing writer!! I wanted to ask one in which the reader is the little protect one sister of the avengers (like 12 years old) and she goes around the tower asking the avengers how babies are made. (she doesnt have a mom, so she doesnt know anything) and Tony freaks out because doesnt want her to grow up! I know u have a lot of work, hope this isnt bothering you!!! You are greeeat!

Tony had raised you since you were a baby, since your mom was out the picture. Being his little girl, he took his job as a father very seriously. He didn’t want to mess up like his own father so he made sure to go to all your school showcases, helped you with your homework and made sure you spent at least one day every week having a father-daughter relationship. Also since he’s Iron Man, he was very protective of you. The rest of the Avengers could see you were Tony’s world so vowed if anything bad happened and he couldn’t keep you safe, they would make sure to keep you safe. This led to you getting close to the Avengers.

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HAHAHAHA I'm definitely more android than human because I can't talk about my feelings too <3

Shy

Connor x Reader

Summary: Connor is curious as to why you act so uncomfortable around him.

Mutual Pining

Connor is whipped

Gender neutral reader

Deviant! Connor

Pretty chill, no warnings ❤️

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Connor had caught feelings for you.

He wasn't completely sure what those feelings were or what they meant, but they were certainly there.

It was a new kind of feeling. Sure, he had developed a fondness for Hank and for Sumo, but this was different.

Understanding his emotions was a constant struggle. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but he did know that he wanted to be around you,

like, all the time.

He couldn’t say that you felt similarly. Connor had begun to notice how nervous you’d get when he approached you or made small talk.

He had considered many possibilities as to why you were so panicked by him. Perhaps you were afraid of him. Maybe you valued your personal space and time, and didn’t like him interfering with it, or maybe you simply didn’t like him.

Either way, all he knew for certain was that his presence made you uncomfortable.

It was a little bit upsetting, if he was being honest, considering the fact that all he wanted to do was be around you.

Nevertheless, he tried to be polite and smile a lot. Hopefully, that would make you feel more comfortable.

“Good morning, y/n,” He nodded gently, pausing at your desk.

Your face reddened as you looked up at his smiling face, “Oh- Hi- Goodmorning!”

Stress levels rising...

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Connor gave you another happy nod and continued on his way, knowing that it was best not to make you freak out.

Once you were out of sight, he huffed, sitting next to Lieutenant Anderson.

“Oh, someone’s not having the best day, huh?” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“Lieutenant,” Connor said sternly, “is there a reason why y/n doesn’t like me?”

Hank cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Y/n doesnt seen to enjoy my company.” He mumbled. “How can I- What would make them less uncomfortable around me?”

“They’re... Uncomfortable?” Hank repeated.

“Yes. Extremely so,” Connor nodded, “Their stress levels rise whenever I come near them.”

“Uh huh,” Hank nodded slowly, immediately understanding what was going on, “and this upsets you because...?”

“Because I want them to like me.” Connor deadpanned.

“Mhm, yeah,” Lieutenant Anderson fought a grin, “and why is that?”

“What?...” He mumbled, looking off, “I don’t know.”

“I see,” Hank nodded, pretending to be deep in thought, “well, you should probably ask them.”

“What?”

“If you’re wondering why you make them uncomfortable,” he said, “you should just ask.”

Oh, yes. He hadn’t even thought about that.

That would solve his question quickly and affectively.

“Thank you, Lieutenant.” He stood up.

“Oh, you’re going right now.”

“Yes.” Connor nodded, turning away.

He was fairly nervous that you’d freak out by his asking, that your stress levels would rise quickly and you’d panic.

If that happened, he’d back off.

Asking was worth a try, at least.

“Hello,” He deadpanned, standing in front of your desk.

You blinked, eyes wide, “Hey, what’s up?” You flushed.

He swallowed and pulled a chair over to sit beside you, making your stress levels rise substantially.

Connor turned to you with narrowed eyes, “I was wondering why you dislike me.”

You blinked, face red, “Dislike?”

“Yes,” He said, looking away, “whenever I come near you, your heart rate increases to nearly double its original state.”

“O-oh,” you avoided eye contact, “that’s not really...”

“We’ve been friends for quite a while.” Connor said, frowning, “And I like you very much. I just want to know what I did to make you hate me so much.”

“Woah,” You said, holding your hands up, “no, no I don’t hate you, Connor!”

“Oh,” His LED turned yellow, “Could it be that I frightened you?”

“No,” You sighed. How could you possibly tell him the truth?

It’s cuz I’m in love with you

“I just get embarrassed easily around you.” You said. Well, it wasn’t a lie.

“Is there something I do in particular that embarrasses you?” Connor asked. “If so, I’ll stop right away.”

“No,” You reached out, touching his arm. You felt a nervous jolt pass up through your hand and your heart pounded harder, “No, it’s not you, Connor.”

The android frowned, feeling defeated. He’d learned next to nothing, and you seemed to be withholding the real reason why you were anxious around him.

“What would make you feel the most comfortable, y/n?” He asked, tilting his head at you with a sorrowful expression, “If my being around you makes you nervous, then... I’ll stay out of your way. It’ll be like I’m not even here. I really like being around you specifically, but-”

“Me specifically?” You asked.

“Yes,” He nodded, “when I talk to you or sit near you or look at you, I get a pleasant feeling.” He looked up at the ceiling in thought, “In fact, I’d rather be around you than anyone else.”

“Connor,” Your face became red. He looked off into space, thinking about his emotions, “Connor, that’s how I feel too.”

“It is?” He asked, whipping his head to look at you, “but I thought-”

“I get nervous because... I don’t know, because I’m embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed to feel that way,” Connor insisted, “Especially since I feel the same about you.”

“I’m not sure if it’s... Exactly the same, Con...” You smiled softly, “I think about you all the time.”

“So I do.” He said quickly, “I’m not sure why, but you’re among my thoughts all day. You specifically. When I’m working or... When I’m walking Sumo, or when I’m powering off for the night, or when I walk into work... I always think about you, pleasant thoughts.”

“You do?” You asked quietly.

“Yes,” Connor opened his mouth to speak and his cheeks turned light blue, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be creepy.”

“You’re not!” You insisted, smiling, “In fact, it makes me happy hearing about it.”

Connor smiled back. Your stress levels were dropping substantially.

“What kind of things do you think about me?” You asked.

“What kind of things?” He repeated, “Well, all sorts of things, I suppose. Things like... Wondering what your favorite color is or looking at you and wondering what you’re thinking or,” He paused, cheeks blue.

“What is it?”

Connor shook his head. “It’ll sound strange.”

“I’m sure it won’t,” You smiled.

“I... Wonder about the feeling,” He admitted, avoiding your eyes, “I wonder what it is. I’m not very good at identifying my own emotions, so anything new is quite puzzling. I suppose... It’s happiness? But it’s stronger than that, broader. I just want to be around you all of the time,” Connor finally met your gaze with a shrug, “I suppose that’s sort of bizarre.”

“No,” You shook your head with a smile, feeling a budding warmth in your chest, “No, it’s not bizarre at all.”

Romeo, my romeo

take it easy, romeo

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 4,086

summary: The Soldat remembers one person through it all.

prompt: “Take it easy, Romeo.”

warnings: swearing, violence, sassy!Soldat

a/n: This was written for @moonbeambucky‘s 5K Writing Challenge!  Congratulations!  Also, this was the fic that was meant to have a song attached to it, too, for the aesthetic that the Guardians of the Galaxy fight scenes and Thor: Ragnarok fight scenes have, but it didn’t end up happening.  If you feel like trying it, turn on ‘I Want to Break Free’ by Queen right when the flashback starts.  But like I said, it didn’t really end up happening.  Maybe next time.  Anyways, feel free to reblog and tell me what you think!

The Asset was fucking tired.  The mission should’ve been over by now.  Take out three dumbasses.  Easy enough, right?

Apparently fucking not.

There’s something vaguely familiar about the redhead, but he can’t quite place her.  Like he knew he definitely shot her at one point.  Hell, he could even see it in her face as she aimed her gun at him. She did not like him.

He really regrets not killing her as she shoots his goggles, rendering them useless.  He fell back, sitting on the ground before pulling off the goggles.  He tossed them to the side before getting back to his feet.

“Она у меня. Найди его,” he said to the HYDRA agent that stood beside him.  The sun was beating down on him, sweat on his brow.  His all black attire really wasn’t doing him any favors.

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